Story: The Worst That Could Happen

[pseudoclever]

Greetings once again folks. Here's the latest from me. You know, when I start these things there's always such a temptation to talk for pages and pages about what went into a story, why I did things the way I did, etc etc. But I seriously doubt anyone has the patience to read all of that.

So, here's what you need to know, in bold.

The tags for this story are Mini to Meso GTS, Gentle, BE, 18+, and extremely minor fmg.

The story is ten chapters long.

Updates are effectively random (when I have time to proof-read) but will NEVER occur on Friday or Saturday.

Comments, typo corrections, and constructive criticism are ALL appreciated.

Oh, and something you DON'T need to know: an Easter Egg. For you nerds out there, let me mention that in every one of my stories I always include the name of my favorite card from the game Magic: The Gathering. It's usually preceded by either "sheer" or "pure."

And with that, let's get to the action.






The Worst That Could Happen


No matter how good a trip has been, there's just nothing that compares to that first breath of hometown air when you finally get back. That is unless it's the peaceful little moment right after you step out of your car, but before you face the reality of having to unpack. It was exactly this sort of moment that I was enjoying ? standing in my driveway, eyes closed, letting the breeze blow through my hair. After five hectic days of travel, of meetings, of hotel food...it was the first time I had been able to relax in what felt like ages.

It didn't last.

From behind me came a frantic rush of footsteps. I turned just in time to see a flash of magenta and denim, and by then it was too late. My assailant was flying headlong toward me, and before I could react she caught me hard in the center of my chest. ?Seth! You're back early!?

This wasn't the first time Candice had given me one of these impromptu tackles. It was probably her idea of revenge for all the Sunday afternoon football games I had forced her to watch. This habit might've become a problem, except that a girl who tips the scales at ninety-five pounds and five foot nothing in flats isn't much of a threat to take me down. Even if she DOES have the instincts of a linebacker.

?I wasn't expecting you for another couple hours,? she cooed, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling my shoulder.

?The closing meeting let out earlier than excepted, and I caught a red-eye out of Sacramento,? I answered, giving her a quick peck on her button nose.

Candice took a step back and put her hands on her hips in mock sternness. ?Well you should've called, mister! You might've ruined my surprise!?

?Oh really? If you mean your hair, 'surprise' is definitely an understatement.?

She posed for me, running her fingers through her curly locks. Candice had always struck me as something of a conservative girl, at least where her fashion sense was concerned. I would never have expected her to dye her hair, especially not the hot, Lamborghini pink color she had apparently chosen. ?Do you like it? It was...ah...something of an accident.?

?It's cute, and super-girly. Fits you perfectly, I'd say.?

She stuck her tongue out at me, but her smile grew wider. ?Wait, did you say it was an accident? How do you just ACCIDENTLY wind up with neon pink hair??

?I'll tell you later. Come inside, I want to show you something.? With that Candice turned and sauntered toward the front door.

?But...my bags...I should....?

?Later!? she called, not looking back. I watched her go for a moment. That walk...I recognized that walk. The pendulum swing of her hips, the way her hair bounced with each step. She was wearing a low-cut white tank top and a faded pair of jeans. I mean, THE Jeans. The ones that she kept for special occasions...the ones that she took special care to hand wash so as not to stretch them out by even the tiniest bit. The ones that were so tight that it made it look as if her butt was covered not by fabric, but by a layer of bluish finger paint.

I took a deep breath, fought down the urge to run, and followed her into the house.

?So,? she said, closing the door behind me. ?Do you notice anything...different? Other than the obvious??

I looked around the living room. ?Obvious. Hmm. That would include...your hair...the smell of what must be like twenty incense candles...the overturned furniture...the torn parchment all over the floor.... Have I left anything out??

She rolled her eyes. ?If we're just counting obvious things? Maybe the script I painted all over the walls.?

?Of course, my mistake. Where did you get all the red paint??

?The slaughterhouse ? it's lamb's blood. But yes, I mean other than that stuff.?

I sighed, rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers, trying not to think about how much it was going to cost to clean all this up. ?I give up Candice. What am I supposed to be looking for??

She pursed her lips impishly, and folded her arms behind her head. ?I'll give you two hints,? she purred, and looked down suggestively at her bosom.

The gall of that woman! The place was utterly trashed, and instead of an explanation, or, God forbid, an apology, she was going to try to seduce her way out of it. What was worse...this is exactly the kind of thing that works on me.

But after about two seconds of staring at her breasts, I completely forgot what I had been thinking. For reasons other than the usual ones. I know Candice's boobs like the back of my hand, and it didn't take me long to notice something out of place. They were...bigger! Rounder, fuller. Now that I looked closer, I noticed other tell-tale signs of change. The way her tank top was pulled extra tight in the area around her shoulders and underarms, the little bit of midriff that was exposed as her new assets lifted her shirt higher. Yes, there was no doubt about it ? she had gone from a small B-cup to what looked like a large, perky C in less than a week.

?I thought that might shut you up,? she said, smirking at me in this way she does that is simultaneously infuriating and devastatingly sexy.

?Okay, hooray, you got implants,? I said, trying, and not quite succeeding, to pull my gaze away from her tits. ?And they look good.?

?Thank you,? she replied, bowing slightly, showing off more cleavage.

?But that doesn't explain why you felt it necessary to go all Keith Moon on the place.?

She smirked again. ?First of all, these are NOT implants. They're REAL. Second, I didn't mean for the room to get destroyed this way ? it was a...side effect. And anyway, if you hadn't come home so early, I would've had it cleaned up.?

?Wait...are you trying to get me to believe that your recent 'developments' and the state of this room are somehow related??

?They are, Seth. I promise you.? She looked up into my face, and seeing the disbelief in my eyes, shook her head sadly. ?This is impossible, you're never going to believe me. I guess I'll have to stage a demonstration.?

And with that, she stood up on her tip toes, and kissed me seriously.

[Phoenix the II]

But I seriously doubt anyone has the patience to read all of that.

I read the entire post , <sarcasm>Now where are the next chapters?</sarcasm>

Can't wait to see the rest

[qzar9999]

Well considering how much I've enjoyed your previous stories, I would've had the patience to read an intro, i think. What's a Meso-GTS? Haven't run across that term before...

[Wussy]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

Oh, and something you DON'T need to know: an Easter Egg. For you nerds out there, let me mention that in every one of my stories I always include the name of my favorite card from the game Magic: The Gathering. It's usually preceded by either "sheer" or "pure."

Bah. If it's not Platinum Angel its not worth mentioning. She's way too expensive and really easy to kill but I love her ability.

No matter how good a trip has been, there's just nothing that compares to that first breath of hometown air when you finally get back. That is unless it's the peaceful little moment right after you step out of your car, but before you face the reality of having to unpack.

This is rather awkward sounding. There's nothing better than hometown air. Except for this quiet moment. Why not just reword it to say "The only thing better than..." ?

I turned just in time to see a flash of magenta and denim, and by then it was too late.

Magenta is not neon pink. I had to re-read this part to figure out what he was actually seeing.

My assailant was flying headlong toward me, and before I could react she caught me hard in the center of my chest. ?Seth! You're back early!?

This wasn't the first time Candice had given me one of these impromptu tackles. It was probably her idea of revenge for all the Sunday afternoon football games I had forced her to watch. This habit might've become a problem, except that a girl who tips the scales at ninety-five pounds and five foot nothing in flats isn't much of a threat to take me down. Even if she DOES have the instincts of a linebacker.

I understand that she isn't a threat, but at least some reaction from "you" would've been nice. Did she make knock the wind out of you? Did she make you fall down in surprise? Did she bounce harmlessly off your rock-hard abs?

It's also a little strange that I don't know your relationship with Candice. Is she a girlfriend? Fiance? Wife? Friend-with-benefits? Who is this person?

I like the story so far. I think it has potential and I'm curious to see exactly what Candice has been up to for the past week. Demon summoning? Mystical incantations? Sorority hazing rituals?

[pseudoclever]

@Wussy

A number of these points are difficult to dispute except to say that I was trying to avoid writing a story where I wrote sentences like:

She reached down her arm to touch him gently on the left side of his face.

And instead wrote them like:

She touched his face.

I will say that Candice IS his girlfriend, and this will be mentioned quite a few times before the story is over - I didn't realize it wasn't in the first chapter. Good point. Finally:

Originally Posted by Wussy

Magenta is not neon pink. I had to re-read this part to figure out what he was actually seeing.

I spent a LOT of time perusing this page while writing this story. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_pink Magenta IS her hair color at the opening of the story. Calling it electric pink is Seth speaking off the cuff. As far as you having to re-read it...working as intended.
I mean, I wanted that "magenta and denim" section to fly by, and the reader to be like...wtf? And only figure it out later at the big reveal, where we find out Candice's hair is pink.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 2

My brain did a quick calculation. It seemed I had two options: I could either resist her advances, and try to get Candice to explain exactly what the hell was going on; or I could give in, and trust that she had a damn good reason for making out with me instead of answering my questions. Option one would hurt my girlfriend's feelings, and probably result in a fight. The second choice involved getting lucky.

No contest.

I responded to her advances, savoring that moment at the beginning of a good kiss, where your lips seem to melt into the other person's like ice cream on a warm day. Candice sighed, sinking easily into my embrace. The strangeness of the situation, the mystery...for some reason it was a total turn-on for me. I think she felt it too. The way she was kissing me was savage, unrestrained, as if the world could end at any moment.

Within seconds I was hard as a rock, and on one particularly fierce romantic sortie I managed to poke my girlfriend right in the bellybutton. She winced, and grinned at me slyly. “Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not polite to point?”

I laughed. “Sorry. But hey, cut me some slack. You're really going all out on me, and plus it's been almost a week since I've seen you.”

“Oh, I suppose I can forgive you. On one condition.” Candice turned her back to me and, lifting her arms above her head, fell backward into my arms. “Rub,” she said.

“Excuse me?”

“My breasts. Rub them.”

I paused. “This...seems like a trap.”

She giggled. “It is. Do it anyway.”

“Well...if you insist.”

I placed the flat of my palms against her tight little stomach, and with some hesitation I let them creep up under her shirt. Her skin was soft, and surprisingly warm. For a moment I traced the edges of her bustline with my fingertips. Every so often I could hear a little sigh of anticipation from her, a sharp intake of breath. When I decided she had waited long enough, I took hold of each of her breasts in my hands, squeezing them tenderly. She groaned in satisfaction. Still kneading her bosom, I began to pinch her tits between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on them gently.

Candice was wriggling in my grasp, eyes scrunched shut. And then suddenly she cried out at the top of her voice, a sound composed of equal parts ecstasy and agony. Her body grew hot, painfully hot. I felt her supple flesh beginning to press firmly against my hands, forcing them away from her chest. It was as though her breasts were a pair of water balloons, and someone was slowly pumping them full. There could be only one conclusion – my girlfriend's breasts were actually growing right before my eyes! I pulled away in shock as her chest continued to expand. The fabric of her shirt strained against the onslaught of her bosom while Candice moaned her approval.

In that same instant, something that was perhaps even weirder happened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shoulder-length hair glow bright, flicker, and change. The pink hue faded, the color became lighter. Her hair crackled electrically, as though some terrible energy were passing through it.

And then, like the flick of a light switch, it stopped. The whole process must've taken less than ten heartbeats, and for a moment I wondered whether the whole thing had been one big acid flashback. But then Candice turned to face me, that same half-condescending smirk pasted on her lovely lips, and I knew that it had been real.

The changes were impossible to ignore. My girlfriend's breasts had sprouted into a beautiful pair of grapefruit-sized D-cups, probably the nicest set I had ever seen away from a pin-up calendar. She carried her new assets proudly, confidently, and it was clear that nothing about what had just happened had been unexpected for her.

“Now do you understand?” she whispered, her eyes smoldering lustfully.

I tried to speak, but this is difficult to do when your jaw has dropped to somewhere around your kneecaps. “Umm...guh...no,” I said.

Candice laughed. “Let me see if I can explain what just happened. This,” she paused, gesturing toward her hair. “Is like a bank of energy. I carry it, and direct it, but I need a catalyst to be able to use it. That's where you come in.” She stepped toward me, her hips swaying sensuously, and gave me a big, wet kiss. As our lips touched, I swear I could feel some kind of unearthly energy flowing through my girlfriend's body.

“You always have been good at giving me a...charge...after all.” she murmured into my ear.

“You...your breasts...that was amazing!” I managed.

“I thought so too. It took me hours of trying on my own to get just a little bit bigger. With your help I was able to access much more power than before. And plus...it was way more fun than flying solo.” With these last words she looked away, and for a second I could clearly see her begin to blush.

And there at last was the Candice I knew. My girlfriend can be a great actress when she wants to be, and this performance of hers – the icy dominatrix character – was one I had seen before. But never had she carried it out with such conviction, and combined with her sudden transformation I found myself more than a little unnerved.

But as I watched the pale rose color spreading across her cheeks, I remembered that underneath the facade, she was still the same person as always. With that knowledge, my confidence came flooding back.

And I wondered...just what else could this strange power of hers do, anyway?

[Wussy]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

A number of these points are difficult to dispute except to say that I was trying to avoid writing a story where I wrote sentences like:

She reached down her arm to touch him gently on the left side of his face.

And instead wrote them like:

She touched his face.

I totally understand wanting to shorten and simplify. But even something like "I didn't have time to prepare for the impact, and staggered backwards a couple of steps while I tried to regain my balance." can add some feeling of motion. As it is now, Candice shoulder-tackles an immovable and indestructable wall. There's an action, but no reaction.

I spent a LOT of time perusing this page while writing this story. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_pink Magenta IS her hair color at the opening of the story. Calling it electric pink is Seth speaking off the cuff. As far as you having to re-read it...working as intended.
I mean, I wanted that "magenta and denim" section to fly by, and the reader to be like...wtf? And only figure it out later at the big reveal, where we find out Candice's hair is pink.

Fair enough. I was thinking that magenta was a much darker shade of red, similar to rose, but I guess not.

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

And there at last was the Candice I knew. My girlfriend can be a great actress when she wants to be, and this performance of hers – the icy dominatrix character – was one I had seen before. But never had she carried it out with such conviction, and combined with her sudden transformation I found myself more than a little unnerved.

I'm just not seeing this "icy dominatrix". The closest she ever got to that was "Rub.", but even then she was still smiling and laughing immediately afterwards. There's nothing "cold" or "controlling" anywhere in that exchange.

I really liked this chapter. You're certainly taking it in a direction I didn't expect it to go. Vivid descriptions, good dialog, and easy to follow action really let the story flow.

And I can't stop thinking of either a Pikachu or a Dragon Ball Z character when you talk about how her hair is glowing and crackling with energy.

[LOD]

I'm extremely happy you're releasing another growth story pseudoclever ^^

You always deliver!

[pseudoclever]

Note: If I had ended up writing that "extended introduction," it would've mentioned that, by far, the most common bit of criticism I've received goes something like "I wish your process descriptions were as detailed as your sex ones." This time around I tried to fix that, starting with this chapter.




Chapter 3

Candice was examining her hair critically, one lock pulled down in front of her eyes. “Oh wow, the color is still super-vivid. I'm not even CLOSE to the limits here. The summoning must've been a really powerful one.”

Taking advantage of her distraction, I moved around behind her. And then I pounced, catching her around the waist and trapping her in my arms. “So, let me get this straight,” I growled. “Whenever you get...ahh...stimulated...you can make your breasts larger? And it will work as long as your hair is still pink?”

“Well yes, but it's more complicated than that,” she answered, her voice betraying her unease. “It can do other things too. I mean, I was thinking....I could also be a bit....”

“Shhh...it's okay hunnie. Don't tell me. I think I'd rather just be surprised.” With that I rolled up her shirt, and reacquainted myself with the twins. Candice tensed up for a moment, but her resistance collapsed as my fingers went to work exploring her newly enlarged bust.

“This...this might be...a really...really bad idea,” she managed between little gasps and mews of pleasure.

“I have the same thought every morning right before I roll out of bed,” I replied, one of my hands snaking down to unbutton her pants.

“No...ah! If there's too much power, it...it could be more than I could handle. I don't know what might happen then.”

Now I recognized the tone of her objections: it was more theater. She was playing the poor, innocent damsel, hoping I would take charge of the situation. It was something we had done plenty of times in the bedroom, and it always seemed to really get her motor running when I played my part just right.

I'm almost certain that's what she was doing. Like, eighty-five percent.

“Come on Candice, just relax and have some fun with this. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?” She didn't answer, and I took that as her agreement. My finger slipped past her g-string into the waiting folds of her womanhood. She was already soaking wet, and I stirred her juices around inside. I built up a rhythm, going faster, and faster.

Her skin grew hot, her hair glowed with an incandescent brilliance. Here it comes, I thought, and positioned my face above her so I could get a great view of her soon-to-be growing bosom. Candice cried out, and suddenly the top of her head slammed into my chin. I staggered backward, catching my balance against the doorframe, and froze like a deer caught in the headlights.

At first I thought my girlfriend was merely stretching, or rising up on her tiptoes. As I watched, the cuffs of her jeans began to snake their way up her legs. Her tank top seemed to be growing tighter. It almost looked as if she...as if her entire body was getting bigger. Candice's voice was a constant animal howl, and when she looked at me I could see something feral behind her eyes. Crowing in triumph, she stood up to her full height.

I gasped. My girlfriend was several inches taller than she had been just a moment before, and from the look of it she still growing! Deep within my human psyche was an instinct to run, to flee this horror. Yet I found myself unable to move, completely transfixed by the spectacle before me.

Candice continued to expand, her head creeping upward toward the ceiling. Her shoulders and hips grew broader. Her shirt, already strained to its limits by her overlarge bosom, finally gave up the ghost. Two rips appeared under each of her arms, tearing wider with each second as my girlfriend surged bigger. More and more of her white, creamy flesh became visible as she outgrew her clothing. Through it all her voice never faltered, and from its tone, its deep orgasmic consonance, one thing was perfectly clear: she was having a great time.

After what felt like an eternity her growth finally slowed, and came to a stop. Candice grinned at me, breathing hard, her face partially obscured by a few trailing wisps of damp hair. Hair, I noted apprehensively, that still had quite a bit of pink color to it. “Oh wow, I guess I don't know my own strength,” she said, still a bit winded. Candice struck an impromptu pose for me, bending at the waist, hands clamped on her ass, topping it off with a classic come-hither stare. “Well, what do you think of my handiwork? Too much?”

My formerly elfin girlfriend now stood almost a full head taller. The top of her head was now just below my nose. I'm about six feet even, so that would have put her right around five six, maybe even slightly taller. But beyond the height, her entire body had become thicker, more massive. Her legs were longer, even factoring in proportions, and her breasts had grown another cup size or two as well. If this kept up much longer she was going to have to start ordering her bras through the mail.

She also appeared more athletic, though here the effect was subtle and it took me some time to notice. Her arms, previously thin and scrawny, had gained a decent amount of muscle tone, as had her thighs and stomach. Candice's skin now gave off a healthy caramel glow, the kind most women have to spend hundreds of dollars at a tanning salon to achieve. To summarize, she had become the physical embodiment of feminine grace and beauty.

The ascetics of the situation were marred somewhat, however, by the sight of her rolling around on the carpet, clawing at her waistband and screeching like a caged badger. “Eff...these...pants!” she cried, trying without success to pull the skin-tight denim away from her body. With an explosive sigh she let herself go limp, and lay spread-eagle on the floor. “Do you think you could give me a hand?” she asked.

“I can do that,” I replied, smirking. “But give me a second to grab my camera. This is PRICELESS.”

Candice glared at me, and for a moment I thought I saw a spark of electricity flash behind her dark eyes, like lightning against a jet-black sky. “Is that really want you want to do?” she asked mildly.

“Err...never mind.”

I dropped to my knees and grabbed ahold of the cuffs of her pants. She pushed, grunting with the effort, and I pulled. But after a few minutes of this it was clear that we weren't getting anywhere. “Dammit, I just HAD to wear the tightest pants I own today. This sucks.” Candice scowled, blowing a stray lock of fuchsia hair away from her eyes.

I mulled the situation over carefully. Try as I might, I could only think of one solution to the problem. Or, more accurately, there was one solution in particular that I really, really wanted to try.

[Noxshade]

Is the card Force of Will?

Also,

Originally Posted by qzar9999

What's a Meso-GTS? Haven't run across that term before...

I must direct you here: http://mg-sg.pbworks.com/
It's a giantess from 12' to 50'.

[pseudoclever]

@Noxshade

Correct, on both accounts. Well done on figuring out the card name, before it even occurred in this story no less.

And yes, I should've mentioned it earlier, but meso-gts is terminology directly lifted from the MG/SG.

[BlazingBarrager]

Nice so far, and Meso GTS eh? That works for me. Hopefully she reaches the max of 50 ft. XD