Four Types of Reactions (Mini-GTS/Slow/18+)

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Chapter 3

Somewhat apprehensively, Zayne did as she asked. He crossed the room and, as slowly as he dared, removed his jeans. Bella watched him, her expression patient but stern. He lowered himself onto the couch, jumping slightly as his naked flesh came into contact with the cold leather

“That's my boy,” she said. “And it looks like you're pretty happy to see me, huh?” She strode over to him, carrying his backpack with her. Carefully she set it down, the glass vials tinkling together softly, and knelt in front of Zayne. “Well, let's see how happy.”

He looked up at her. In this position, his eyes were roughly level with her collar bone, meaning that her breasts were literally right in his face. This fact had not gone unnoticed by Bella. “Nice, aren't they?” she said, shimmying her body back and forth. The motion caused her endowments to sway pendulously, in a way that he found almost hypnotic. Zayne was completely unable to pull his gaze away from them. She chuckled, and with a gentle touch on the back of his head pulled him face first into the supple softness of her bosom. As he let himself sink into her embrace he could hear the reassuring meter of her heartbeat surround him.

He felt a something brush against his inner thigh – her fingertips. Bella's touch was as light as a feather against his sensitive skin, and it caused his body to jerk forward involuntarily. “Stop! Stop!” he hollered, giggling uncontrollably. “That tickles!” She responded by pulling him tighter against her and bringing her hands down more firmly, and the sensation passed.

“Sorry,” she said, and Zayne felt the words vibrate through his body. “Hm, I wonder how I can make it up to you.” She paused for a moment, pretending to consider the question. “I know! I'll give you a free science lesson. How about we start with...biochemistry.” The palms of Bella's hands began to massage his legs vigorously. “You see, good sex is all about blood flow. More blood means more hormones being carried to the region, and greater nerve responses.” She worked her way from the base of his knees, up his thighs, past his hip and back down again. With each pass she would occasionally pinch him, giving his flesh a good hard tug. This was a bit painful at first, but strangely, the more she did it, the better it was starting to feel. “Right now, I'm telling your body, 'Hey! Wake up! Get ready, something's about to happen.'” There was an odd sensation building in his loins, something he might have described as pins and needles. It was almost as though he was resonating to her touch.

“Then, when you're finally ready, I do this....” She wrapped her long fingers around his manhood, and Zayne groaned in relief. “And...well, I think you get the point.” Bella caressed his length, gradually building up speed. Each movement of her hands brought a little sigh or gasp of pleasure from Zayne.

Her weight shifted, and Zayne felt Bella reach into the backpack. He turned in time to see her coming up with one of the vials. “Now, for my next topic. Friction. Or rather, the lack of it.” She pulled out the stopper, and looked at him suggestively. “I think with this one, we'll skip the lecture and get right to the practical demonstration.” She flipped the bottle over and poured its contents onto her chest. Bella spent a moment rubbing the serum into her massive breasts before bending down to smother Zayne's cock in the vast expanse of her cleavage. The feeling of her silky bosom sliding against his manhood was beyond believe. As she had predicted, the drug was acting as a lubricant, causing him to glide easily along her creamy flesh.

Unexpectedly, Bella stretched upward to kiss him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. This threw Zayne's libido into the next gear, as did the sudden realization that she could do this while his dick was still firmly planted between her breasts. He started to daydream about how large she had become...how much bigger she was going to get...and all the things they could do together as she expanded. This train of thought was pushing him rapidly closer to the edge. Any second now....

There was a painful grinding sensation against his crotch, and Zayne yelped in pain. Bella pulled back. “Oh hun, I'm sorry. I guess my body absorbed all of the serum already. But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from.” She pulled another bottle from the bag, and tipped it into her hands. Coating her palms with the stuff, she reached down and once more took hold of his cock. She began to jerk him off, her hand a blur against him member. His voice melted into a constant low-pitched howl of approval. “It's too bad this stuff doesn't work on men,” she said in a voice dripping with sensuality. “But there's an easy enough way to make sure it doesn't go to waste.”

With that she lowered her mouth and greedily swallowed his length. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip of his penis. Pausing for a second, she seemed to ready herself, and then fell upon him, taking him in all the way to the base of his shaft. Zayne had an instant of sheer bliss, and then Bella was tumbling backward. “Stupid gag reflex!” she coughed, lifting herself onto her knees again. “Guess you're still too much for me to handle. But don't think you're getting off that easy, mister!” She shook her finger at his manhood. “Remember, I'm still a growing girl. Soon enough I'm going to be able to eat you alive.”

Zayne's eyes went wide. “That was simultaneously the most frightening, and the hottest thing, I have ever heard.”

“That's me, baby,” she growled. A distant smile came over her face, and for a second her eyes fluttered. “Uh-oh. I think the stuff is starting to catch up with me. You better get ready, because here...I...come!” Once more she pounced on him, taking him into her mouth. Bella seemed to have lost the last of her inhibitions, and he could feel her tongue dancing all along his member. She made an 'okay' symbol with her thumb and forefinger, placing his cock in the center. Each time her she came down she would press the base of her hand into his pelvis. If this kept up much longer, he wasn't going to be able to hold back.

And now he was just able to perceive the changes in his lover. He could see her shoulders becoming wider, her legs longer. The top of her head was rising, and her breasts were pressing more firmly against his leg. Best of all, as she grew larger she was able to swallow more and more of his length down her throat. He fought to keep himself under control, but his resistance was no match for Bella's expert ministrations. And combined with the knowledge of incredibly erotic transformations his girlfriend was undergoing, there was no hope for Zayne.

With a sound that could only be described as a shriek, Zayne came. It was impossible to think. His psyche was set adrift upon an ocean made up of the myriad of sensations that wracked his body. The ocean swelled, and one wave, bigger than all the rest, capsized him. His consciousness dissolved, and he felt himself sinking into the inky black depths of the mind.

Within, there was nothing. Nothing to see, nothing to touch. There were, however, two things he could sense. A faint purple glow, coming from everywhere and nowhere, illuminated the edges of the void. And from every direction there was a metallic sort of hum, a sound that he might have described as the turning of the Wheel of Creation. He had heard it somewhere before. This is just what Kurt Vonnegut said death was like, he thought. That gave him pause. Who was Kurt Vonnegut? For that matter, who was he? As he tried to piece together the answer to that great, universal question, something else intruded itself on his awareness. It was...a smell. The only word that he could use to describe it was 'delicious,' yet it clearly was not a food smell. He blinked...

...and saw two peach-colored cylinders suspended in front of him. “Ah, you're awake,” a familiar voice was saying. For a moment he couldn't identify the sounds he was hearing as speech. But they had a certain musical quality to them, and for some reason it made him feel inexplicably glad just to listen. “I was getting worried about you. You've been out for almost an hour, you know. I didn't know what to do.” Zayne found some of his strength returning to him. His vision slowly came into focus. The orbs, he discovered, were actually fingers. They were far too large to be human...and yet they had about them an unmistakable feminine quality.

Bella.

In a flood his memories came rushing back. He tried to stand, but quickly fell back down onto the couch again. “It's okay hunnie, don't try to move. Just lay back, relax, and breathe this.” Once more she placed one of her gigantic hands underneath his nose. There was that smell again, the one that had awakened him from his dream. It was so pleasant, almost intoxicating, and the more of it he inhaled the better it made him feel.

Zayne looked up. Bella was smiling at him, her expression so kind that it made him want to cry. It was obvious that she had been growing while he'd been out. She was far, far larger than he remembered. Her face was higher than before, her body more massive. Bella's hips were curvier as well, and her breasts were much fuller. The muscle tone he had noticed before was more pronounced, making her look fit and powerful. “How big?” he asked, the fog that had enveloped him continuing to lift.

“I just finished measuring myself. I'm up to eight foot three.” In spite of himself, Zayne gasped. She had grown more than a foot since he had lost consciousness. “I know, I suppose I got a bit carried away. For awhile I was just trying to kill time until you woke up again. I forced down as much of that protein as I could stomach, and drank another vial. And then another, until....”

“How many do we have left, then?” he asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“There are still more than twenty, believe it or not. We're just getting started, my Zayney-po,” she groaned, a look of purest desire passing over her face. Something in him balked at her words – surely she was tall enough already...wasn't she?

And then he understood; Bella had within her an innate drive to be the best. That meant never doing anything halfway. She intended to use the ENTIRE batch. There was a brief mental skirmish inside his head, as he tried to decide how he should feel about this new information. Eventually, calm acceptance won the day. As he had told her, he was with her until the end – no matter how big. He casually wondered exactly how big that would be. Probably Bella had already done the math, and could tell him if he asked.

He decided he would rather wait to find out. After all, what fun was Christmas morning if you already knew what your presents were?

“How are you feeling, by the way?” she asked him.

“Much, much better, thank you.” He sniffed at her hand again. “What is this stuff anyway? It's fantastic!”

“Well, I told you that after you'd been out for awhile, I started to get nervous. But this wasn't until I'd already finished growing. And after I took the drug, I had been...umm....” She blushed.

“You masturbated,” he said. Of course she would have. They had already noted that the serum had certain aphrodisiac properties, and after taking such a large dose it was perfectly natural. Zayne only regretted that he had missed the show.

“Right. Anyway, I have some smelling salts upstairs in the first aid kit. They would probably have woken you up. The only problem is that, like I said, I had just finished growing. It would have been, shall we say, inconvenient to make my way up the stairs and into that tiny bathroom.

“So, I remembered a special I'd seen on the Discovery Channel. It mentioned a study that suggested that the...ah...leakings...of females can have a stimulating affect on men. Apparently the effect gets stronger the more attractive the woman is – and you probably have the most attractive woman on the planet right here.” She posed for him, and Zayne knew that her words were far from an exaggeration.

“Wait. Are you trying to tell me I've been breathing....”

“My cum. Yeah.”

He stared at her, open-mouthed. And then he doubled over, collapsing into a helpless fit of laughter. She bent down, hugging him to her ample chest, and giggled along with him. Several minutes later Zayne sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. “Oh, God. You're too much, do you know that?”

“No such thing,” she replied, sticking out her tongue.

Zayne stood up from the couch, and she climbed to her feet as well. Now he had a real impression of just how big she had become. The top of her head was only inches from the ceiling, and his eye level was now well below the cusp of her bosom. His deepest instincts told him that he should flee, should try and put this juggernaut as far behind him as possible. But as he looked into her eyes, the greatest love he had ever experienced welled up inside him. In the dissonance between these two emotions, there was a special kind of joy.

She crossed her arms, and smirked down at him. “Fi-fi-fo-fum,” she whispered sexily.

“I get it.” he said, rolling his eyes. “So, what happens now?”

Bella chuffed, and brought one of her large hands down to tussle his hair. “Good question. Well, let me see if I can set the scene for you. You're alone with the woman of your dreams. She's huge, naked, and DRIPPING wet. She's willing to do anything – ANYTHING – you want. And there's a sack full of growth serum behind you.” She put her hands on her hips, grinning at him lecherously. “So, why don't you tell me. What happens now, little man?”

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The final chapter of Act 4 goes up Thursday.