Story: The Worst That Could Happen

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 4

“Are we past the point of trying to salvage these pants?” I asked, crossing my fingers behind my back. “I mean, if we have to destroy them to get them off you, is that okay?”

She nodded. “But please don't try to cut them off – they're too close to my skin.”

“I wasn't planning on using scissors. Just sit tight.” I took a firm hold on the material next to the button of her jeans, and with a sharp tug I pulled as hard as I could. Her pants split at the inseam, zipper teeth spraying about the room.

“Well, that feels a little better. But you DO know that it's my legs that are caught and not my crotch, right? You haven't really made any progress.”

“That was just phase one, my dear. Now, for the second....” I wrapped my fingers around the thin material of her g-string, twisted once, and jerked. The elastic snapped like an overstressed rubber band, and her underwear came free in my hand.

“What? Why did....” she started to say. Before she could finish her objection I darted forward, and thrust my hand into the space I had created. I caressed the edge of her sex with my fingertips for a fraction of a second, and then I struck. She was still damp from earlier, and I slid inside her with surprising ease.

“Oh...oh God, you should...stop. Stop!” she cried.

At this, I paused. “If that's really what you want me to do, I will. But can you really tell me that you don't want this? I mean, this whole situation is sexy as all hell. You know I've got a thing for tall girls, and besides that, I bet you wouldn't mind gaining a few more inches either. You can always use the last of your energy to get back to normal, after all. And if we can get your pants off this way...well hey, that's a rather elegant solution to the problem, isn't it?”

Candice seemed to consider this for a moment, and then, once again, she shot me that condescending smirk. “Seth, don't you think I already thought of that? I mean, I still have all this power left,” she said, pointing at her hair. “I've got to do SOMETHING with it, and yes, you're right, growing again sounds rather nice. Especially if you're as in to it as I am.”

“But then why did you tell me to stop?”

She looked at me sheepishly. “Um, well...contrary to popular belief, 'no' does not always mean 'no.' I'm a woman, and as such, I reserve the right to be illogical from time to time. But thank you for taking me at my word.”

“Any time,” I replied acidly. Without another word I went back to work – this time, spitefully, with four fingers. Candice shouted in gratification, her chest heaving with each indrawn breath. The air was filled with the wet, sloshing sounds of love-making. I leaned down to kiss her, and as I did she bit my lip playfully.

A moment later her body went rigid, and I felt the sudden, rapid pulsing of her inner muscles against my fingers. Candice clenched her hands into fists, screaming in release. It was then that a rather important question occurred to me: if a few seconds of pleasure had given off enough energy to increase my girlfriend's height by more than six inches, what would an orgasm – and by all observations a pretty powerful one – do to her?

Too late now. Candice threw back her head, letting out an ear-piercing scream. Her skin became hot, a twinge of pink drained from her hair...and then it started. Before her growth had been slow, like watching dough rise. This time it was much faster, much more violent. Her body spurted out in every direction, her head dragging against the carpet as she expanded. First her calves, and then the bottoms of her thighs became visible as she outgrew her pants. The garment bulged, its seams popped. And finally her jeans tore open to reveal her long, shapely legs. She grinned at me as if through the haze of some powerful drug, and without warning she flexed her muscles. The last bit of denim that had been clinging to her tore through, and she reached down almost negligently to pull away the tattered remains of her favorite pants. Candice slowly lifted herself to her feet. Morbidly curious, I stood as well.

I gaped at her in amazement – we were the same height now!

“So you like tall girls, huh?” she purred, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I guess there are two questions I should ask.” She took a deep breath, appearing to concentrate, and surged up another inch.

“Number one...am I tall enough for you now?” Candice spread her legs wide, gritting her teeth in determination. In three quick spurts she swelled larger, her shirt tearing to shreds around her. My eyes were now level with her full, luscious lips. As she spoke I watched them move with a kind of hypnotic fascination.

“Number two...and more importantly...how much do you like me?”

Candice reached out to catch me in an embrace, trapping me in her surprisingly strong arms. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue down my throat. Pressed up against her as I was, I could feel her supple skin sliding against my own, her body still growing larger with each passing second. I kept having to crane my neck further and further up or risk breaking our kiss.

Finally her growth came to a stop. In the aftermath the room seemed impossibly quite, peaceful. Candice continued to hold me – cradle me really – against her massive frame. I don't know how long we stayed together that way...probably only a minute or so. Eventually she released me. Gingerly, as if she were afraid of what my reaction might be, she took a couple of steps backward, and I got my first good look at her new form.




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Next update will mostly likely be on Sunday. Have a good weekend everybody.

[Wussy]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

?I wasn't planning on using scissors. Just sit tight.?

I like the way "you" think!

?Oh...oh God, you should...stop. Stop!? she cried.

At this, I paused. ?If that's really what you want me to do, I will. But can you really tell me that you don't want this? I mean, this whole situation is sexy as all hell. You know I've got a thing for tall girls, and besides that, I bet you wouldn't mind gaining a few more inches either. You can always use the last of your energy to get back to normal, after all. And if we can get your pants off this way...well hey, that's a rather elegant solution to the problem, isn't it??

Candice seemed to consider this for a moment, and then, once again, she shot me that condescending smirk. ?Seth, don't you think I already thought of that? I mean, I still have all this power left,? she said, pointing at her hair. ?I've got to do SOMETHING with it, and yes, you're right, growing again sounds rather nice. Especially if you're as in to it as I am.?

?But then why did you tell me to stop??

She looked at me sheepishly. ?Um, well...contrary to popular belief, 'no' does not always mean 'no.' I'm a woman, and as such, I reserve the right to be illogical from time to time. But thank you for taking me at my word.?

?Any time,? I replied acidly.

This whole exchange seems unnecessary. It sounds like you, the writer, are annoyed with women. If you cut it out, nothing changes in the story.

My eyes were now level with her full, luscious lips. As she spoke I watched them move with a kind of hypnotic fascination.

I like these lines. They're just a couple of sentences but I find them really appealing.


Your story continues to impress, and I look forward to the upcoming installments.

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by Wussy

This whole exchange seems unnecessary. It sounds like you, the writer, are annoyed with women. If you cut it out, nothing changes in the story.

I thought this section might be a sticking point with some readers. I included it for a couple reasons.

First, I was trying to 'show' the reader the type of personality that Candice has, to make her a more realistic character. I've mentioned her theatrical, 'actress' style, and this section tries to reinforce that. I could go on about what kind of 'person' she is, but that's not my style - I'd rather the reader figure it out for themselves.

Second, even if it DOES come off as kind of sexist...some girls do act that way sometimes. And given that Candice is doing this primarily to mess with Seth's head, I don't feel like it should be a problem.

Finally, during the editing/proof-reading phase of writing this story, my girlfriend - a known female - was amused by that part. For me, that was case closed.

By the way Wussy, I do appreciate all the effort you're putting into the 'constructive criticism.' This is the kind of thing I need to get better, and although it's been hard to take sometimes, you've made some good points.

[Wussy]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

I thought this section might be a sticking point with some readers. I included it for a couple reasons.

First, I was trying to 'show' the reader the type of personality that Candice has, to make her a more realistic character. I've mentioned her theatrical, 'actress' style, and this section tries to reinforce that. I could go on about what kind of 'person' she is, but that's not my style - I'd rather the reader figure it out for themselves.

Second, even if it DOES come off as kind of sexist...some girls do act that way sometimes. And given that Candice is doing this primarily to mess with Seth's head, I don't feel like it should be a problem.

Well, her immediate reaction is to yell at him to stop.

?That was just phase one, my dear. Now, for the second....? I wrapped my fingers around the thin material of her g-string, twisted once, and jerked. The elastic snapped like an overstressed rubber band, and her underwear came free in my hand.

?What? Why did....? she started to say. Before she could finish her objection I darted forward, and thrust my hand into the space I had created. I caressed the edge of her sex with my fingertips for a fraction of a second, and then I struck. She was still damp from earlier, and I slid inside her with surprising ease.

?Oh...oh God, you should...stop. Stop!? she cried.

It's only after he does that she gets a second to think about it and expand on it/mess with his head. And while I agree that it's her being playful with him, it still sounds really awkward to me. "Well I'm a woman and therefore can change my mind whenever I want." is a strange response to anything.

By the way Wussy, I do appreciate all the effort you're putting into the 'constructive criticism.' This is the kind of thing I need to get better, and although it's been hard to take sometimes, you've made some good points.

I'm glad you understand what I'm trying to do. I don't do this a lot anymore because some people got really upset when I pointed out problems. But you asked for it back at the beginning, and so you get it!

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 5

There was only one word I could think of to describe Candice: amazon. She was toned and trim, with what I might call a swimmer's body – not overtly muscular, but fit, built for endurance. Her breasts were the only place on her body with the slightest hint of fat, and even there I could see a certain tell-tale athletic firmness. Her hips were wider compared to the rest of her frame than I remembered, her waist slimmer.

Did I mention she was tall? Well, she certainly wasn't going to need me to get things off the top shelf for her at the supermarket anymore, that was for sure. Standing as close to her as I was, I had to stretch my neck almost to its limit just to look her in the eye. Her legs were longer, her hands and fingers surprisingly large...every part of her was just plain big! The top of my head was just about level with her chin now. Considering this, I did some quick math and made a guess at her new height – at least six foot eight, maybe closer to six nine. As these numbers burrowed their way into my brain, it took a concerted effort on my part not to do a Scooby-Doo-style gulp.

Without a doubt, Candice understood my state of mind. She smiled at me, a sweet, non-threatening kind of smile, the same sort of look that she might give a frightened puppy to encourage it to come out from under the bed after a nasty thunderstorm. “So, what do you think?” she asked, her voice an octave lower than it had been.

“I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life,” I replied honestly.

For the second time that day, my girlfriend blushed. In her current state of undress I could watch as the deep flush spread past her pale cheeks, down her neck, throughout her body. “I'm glad you think so. I...was worried.” Whatever it was that she had been worried about, she didn't say. The moment passed.

“What about this?” she asked me, grabbing a fist-full of her hair. “What color would you say this is?”

“Pink,” I answered, rolling my eyes.

“That's not what I meant and you know it,” Candice said. As she spoke she idly reached up to rest the flat of her palm against the ceiling. She did this without standing on tip-toe or stretching in any way. This time I wasn't able to suppress my gulp.

“Come on, you've got a Master's degree in Visual Arts – you do color matching for a LIVING for God's sake! You know exactly what this shade is called.”

“Yeah, but it's really emasculating to do it on command,” I protested.

Candice advanced forward to loom over me, a move that could either be seen as threatening, or seductive. She bent at the knees to put her face inches from mine, folding her arms across her chest. “If it makes you feel like less of a man, I'll do something later to remind you that you are one,” she promised, her voice sweet like molasses.

I sighed, defeated. “It's called Salmon,” I said. “Or maybe it's tea rose. Compared to your initial color, the red content has been reduced by about fifty percent.”

“In other words, even after all this growing I still have half my energy left?” she asked excitedly.

“You would know more about that than me,” I answered, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. “But it seems likely that's the case.”

Candice hugged me affectionately. “Thank you, sweet-heart,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Don't mention it,” I answered, speaking into the echo chamber that was her cleavage.

She laughed, and I felt the vibration of it travel through my body. “Oh Seth, I love you. And you have no idea how much fun I'm having with this. Being so big, I mean. I've never felt this powerful before. Or, God, this sexy for that matter.”

“I've always thought you were cute,” I interrupted.

“Thank you Seth. I do appreciate that. But I'm tired of just being 'cute.' I want to be...I AM...drop-dead gorgeous. And more – I'm tall! Taller, prettier than any girl I've ever seen before. Think of it from my perspective. My whole life I've been this tiny little waif...short, scrawny, insignificant. The ways guys used to ignore me – it made me feel worthless. But now...everything is different!”

She stepped back, grinning down at me. “And I hope you don't take offense, but probably my favorite part of all this is the change in perspective. That is, getting to be taller than you for once. It's so novel. You look so much smaller to me now, and that more than anything else makes me realize just how huge I am. It wasn't even fifteen minutes ago that you used to tower over me...remember? Like this.”

Candice dropped to her knees in front of me, and stared up at me with the expression of a mischievous schoolgirl. The illusion was almost perfect. If not for her face being a bit larger than I remembered, and the sight of her legs folded up behind her, she would've looked exactly as she had when I'd first come home. “This is the view that I'm used to seeing you from. I have to admit I liked it most of the time. Back when I was little, you had this way of making me feel good about my height. Like it was okay to be so short, and just let myself be safe in your arms. But now....”

Slowly, so slowly, she raised herself up to her full height. As she did, Candice let her body brush lightly against mine in a few sensitive areas. It was like watching her grow all over again. That sight combined with the soft contact of her flesh shifted my libido straight into high gear. And the whole time her brilliant blue eyes were locked on mine, with a look that told me that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“What about you, little man? Which one do you prefer? Candice Classic, or....” She struck a pose for me, one that would shame even the most seasoned cover girl. “The new model?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I loved Candice, and I wanted to say that her appearance didn't matter to me. It was true that I'd been attracted to her long before her transformation. And yet, there was just no getting around the fact that in her current state, she was almost infinitely more beautiful than she had ever been before. The curve of her body, her incredible size...even the way she was gently teasing me: I loved all of it.

Before I could express my thoughts, Candice pressed the tip of her finger to my lips, silencing me. She could see it in my face – what I was thinking, what I was feeling. She leaned in to kiss me, tenderly this time. It reminded me of our first kiss: fresh and new, with a whole world of possibilities stretching out before us. Her body was warm, her lips soft. I gave myself up to her, lost adrift in a sea of overwhelming emotion.

I felt her grin through our kiss. Without warning Candice lifted me bodily off the ground, hefting me into her arms like a sack of potatoes. I was shocked, and slightly disoriented, but found that this display of strength and dominance only served to heighten my arousal. She carried me across the room, and unceremoniously dropped me into an armchair.

“You just sit back and relax, Seth. Your girlfriend's going to put on a little show for you.” Candice turned and sauntered back toward the center of the room, giving me an unobstructed view of the generous swell of her ass.

Suddenly she paused, and looked over her shoulder with theatrical uncertainty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Honey...you wouldn't mind if, during this show, I got a bit...bigger...would you? Please? Just a little.”

I shook my head stupidly.

Candice smirked. “Well I'm glad you feel that way.” She whirled to face me and bent over to rest her hands on her knees, the motion causing her breasts to sway pendulously. “And what if I lied, and it turned out I got a LOT bigger instead? Would you be mad?”

“Well, accidents do happen,” I replied, grinning lecherously.

[tsokei]

Awesome! The last bit here of this chapter is especially exciting. Loving all the chapters so far. You could make the characters make sense all the time, sure, but then it might be a little boring. You're doing a good job of getting across the excitement that you yourself find in such a scenario, thank you for being a good writer and for posting here!

[gammera1976]

I am so enjoying this story.

[BlazingBarrager]

lol This is getting interesting.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 6

Candice stroked her chin in thought. ?I'll tell you what...let's make this into a game, shall we?? She cracked her knuckles, and began to pace around the room, grinning at me wickedly. ?You, Seth, are not allowed to move from your seat. You aren't allowed to touch me, although if I can touch YOU if I so choose. No talking either. And most importantly, I can override any of these rules by giving you a direct order. As long as you follow the rules we can keep playing...and trust me, you want to keep playing. Do I make myself clear?? My nearly seven foot girlfriend glared down at me, almost daring me to disagree.

For neither the first nor the last time that day, a wonderful sense of dread washed over me. I nodded my agreement.

?Alright then. Good luck.? The tone of her voice clearly implied the unspoken postscript to this statement ? 'You're going to need it.' Candice closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then the show began.

Moaning softly, my girlfriend ran the tips of her fingers over her skin, tracing a line from her broad shoulders to a spot just below her navel. Her hips rocked back in forth as if in time to music that only she could hear. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her body swaying seductively.

?So, how long do you think you'll be able to hold out?? Candice asked me, winking. As she spoke she lifted both arms above her head, stooping to avoid touching against the ceiling. My girlfriend flexed her arms, then folded them just beneath the nape of her neck. This motion caused her chest muscles to tighten, making her fantastic new endowments bounce and ripple. ?I mean really, wouldn't you like to touch me, even a little? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to feel your body pressed against mine? Here, I'll make it easier for you.?

In two large steps she was within inches of my grasp, peering down at me from high above. At this range her size was impossible to ignore. Still smirking at me, she bent down ? way down ? to bring her eyes level with mine. As she moved her hair tumbled forward like the cascade of a breaking wave, falling into my eyes, tickling my face. Candice brushed it away to clear my view, and I found myself staring directly into the vast chasm of her cleavage.

?Well, here I am,? she purred, running one long finger down my jawline. ?All you have to do is reach out and touch me. Here, I'll show you how.? Candice reached down, and began to massage one gigantic breast between the palms of her hands. She stroked it for a moment, letting me watch as her thumb-sized nipple slowly puffed up under her attention. And then, licking her lips hungrily, she lifted it to her mouth. Candice suckled greedily, looking me full in the face the whole time. This was agony ? I wanted her so bad! And yet, I reminded myself, this was a game. And one thing about me you should know ? I always play to win.

?You're sure you don't want any of this? Oh well. I guess you don't like me anymore.? With that she spun on her heels and walked back to the center of the room. ?That's okay. I can take care of myself ? I'm a big girl, after all. Speaking of which....? She paused for a moment, squinting in concentration, and suddenly grew an inch in height. As her head rose she grinned down at me, the way a tiger might grin at its cornered prey.

The prospect of being devoured had never been so alluring.

?As I was saying, I'm a big girl. Not nearly as big as I could be with your help, mind you. But if you're going to be so stubborn, I guess I'm going to have to take matters into my own, very capable hands.? As she spoke her fingers were making their way down her body. Past her impossibly slim waist, past the curve of her hips, until at last they arrived at the waiting mound of her sex. Here she paused for the barest fraction of a second, long enough to share a look with me. 'Are you ready?' she seemed to ask. And then she spread her legs wide, and began to pleasure herself.

?Mmm...God, I forgot how GOOD at this I am. It won't be much longer now. Pretty soon I'll have all the energy I need, and then the real fun starts. Just think about it Seth...all the things I'll be able to do to you, how HUGE I'm going to get. It makes me horny just talking about it...and you know that's only going to make me grow even MORE. But the best part, the part that really gets me hot? I know you're watching me, and I know that you probably want me to get bigger even more than I do.? Her hands began to move faster, more frantically. Candice let out a deep, guttural moan, losing herself to her fantasy ? a fantasy that soon enough would become reality.

A familiar odor began to drift past my nostrils. It took me a moment to identify it ? pungent, slightly sweet, with a faint musky overtone. This was the smell of Candice, the smell of her arousal. Perhaps it was all the pheromones her perfume contained, their effects multiplied many times by her increased size and sex appeal. Or it could've been a simple Pavlovian response to an aroma I had experience so many times in the throes of passion. Whatever the reason, I suddenly found myself getting desperate, hungering to touch, to be touched by her. But above all else, my word held me in bondage. Until she released me, all I could do was watch, and wait.

?Oh...oh God Seth, I can feel it building. Yes...oh my God, here it comes!? Candice threw back her head, crying out in ecstasy. Her hair flickered, turning a fire-orange color, and then, at last, she began to grow.

[gammera1976]

Nice stuff.

[Jaran]

Loving this story, looking forward to the next chapter.

You're such a tease. >_>

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 7

It happened incredibly fast – at least at first. Her body practically exploded out in every direction, and for a moment I wondered whether I was going to need to get out of the way. But then my girlfriend held out her arms, her expression that of a body-builder who is trying to lift a tremendous weight, and the process immediately came to a halt. A moment later Candice grunted, appearing to ease up slightly, and her growth resumed in short, uncertain spasms. Her head would creep up a fraction of an inch, her body would swell almost imperceptibly wider, and then she would stop again.

“There...I thought I'd take it slow. For you, baby.” She rose up to her full height, stretching even larger as she did so. “That way you won't miss anything. You'll have plenty of time to watch every single part of me sloooowly get biggggger. Do you like it like this?”

I almost answered her question, going so far as to shape my mouth to form the words. But at the last possible second I remembered the game we were playing – specifically the rule against me talking. No penalties had been set for breaking any rules, or prizes announced for winning. Yet still my competitive nature kept me playing. And besides, I had every reason to want to keep myself in good standing with my gargantuan girlfriend.

And so instead of saying anything, I merely nodded.

She gave me a knowing wink. “Almost got you, huh? Well, score one for your side, and the game continues.” She continued to idly stroke her womanhood as she spoke, her fingers moving with delicate precision over her most sensitive areas. And, still with agonizing slowness, she was growing. Her beautiful, shapely legs stretched longer, easily twice as thick as mine. The floor creaked in protest under her steadily increasing weight. Second by second she was transforming into a titaness, the ideal woman, from which all other imperfect female specimens might have descended.

I was progressively becoming aware that the room was filling with a mysterious, latent energy. I don't know quite how to describe it...maybe something akin to the experience of removing a towel from the dryer and feeling the static electricity cling to the hairs along your arm. But that isn't quite right, because this power didn't seem to be pulling on any part of my physical body. It was instead as if this energy was tugging against my soul.

Candice moaned, gaining another quarter-inch of height. “You feel it, don't you?” she asked. “All of this...I guess you'd call it 'magic.' It's flooding through me, and I'm trying to hold back the pressure, so I can let myself grow over minutes instead of seconds. But since the power is released by sexual energy...the more turned on I get, the stronger the pressure becomes. And you have NO idea how turned on I am right now, Seth. Watching the world, watching you shrink away. Seeing that look in your eyes, half lust, half fear, when you know that I have complete control over you. And this feeling I get when my body is expanding...it's like a non-stop, full-body orgasm. It's just...augggh!” Her body surged outward, growing two inches in an instant. “Ah you see, talking about it is only making it worse.”

By now she was closing in on seven and a half feet tall. There was only the slightest twinge of pink left to her hair. And yet I couldn't shake the feeling that the lion's share of her growth was yet to come – the energy for it not stored anymore, but free in the air around us. The top of her head was approaching the ceiling, her body was becoming ever more statuesque. Candice cried out in pleasure, getting ready for another big growth spurt, but then quite suddenly her transformation stopped.

“What happened?” I asked, disappointed. As soon as the words tumbled from my mouth it hit me – by talking, I had just lost. “God dammit, you got me! That was a mean trick, stopping your growth like that, making me think something was wrong.”

“Trick...?” she said, clearly distracted. Candice looked down at her hands quizzically, her expression confused. “No, I...it wasn't a trick.”

Now I was starting to get weirded out. “Okay well...what's wrong then? Why'd you stop?”

“I don't...I didn't want to.” She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating. “And I can't start again!” Candice began to pace back and forth, clearly struggling not to panic. “This doesn't make sense! There's still power left. It's in the room, all around us. I can still feel it!”

“Yeah, I can too.” I rubbed my cheek thoughtfully. “Could this be because you were trying to release that much energy so slowly? Like some kind of, ah, mystical constipation?”

She glared at me, a truly terrifying look coming from a woman who probably outweighed me by a couple hundred pounds. “This isn't the time for jokes Seth.”

Something was gnawing at the edge of my awareness. It was like a low rushing noise, the sound of running water far off in the distance. It had been hovering just below my perception, but with each passing second it was becoming louder, like an approaching waterfall. Candice paused, noticing it too, and her eyes widened in fear.

“Oh...now I get it.” She took a deep breath, and turned to look me full in the face. For the first time that day, there was not an ounce of playfulness in her expression. “This is very, very bad. We don't have much time.”