An Expanded Hypothesis [mini-gts, 18+]

[pseudoclever]

Greetings Process readers. Here's my second story...took a bit longer to write than I might have expected, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Real quick, I want to mention that although this story does contain adult content, that element is a bit light in chapter one. Also, there's some SW content in here as well, though the story is mostly mini-gts focused.

Comments/critiques welcome. But please, lay off my pseudo-science. :P


An Expanded Hypothesis
by Pseudoclever

It was another perfectly normal evening in our perfectly normal town. Night air was wafting in through an open window, smelling sweet and full of promise. My fiance James and I were snuggling together on the couch, watching American Idol. I knew he hated the program, but under special treaty he had consented to watch it with me. This granted him certain privileges in the bedroom.

And then, like clockwork, a perfectly normal explosion shook our house. James reached for his drink, protecting it from a cascade of plaster that fell from the cathedral ceiling of our condo. ?Turn it up a bit, would you hun?? I said.

Heavy footsteps came from the basement stairs and a moment later our roommate emerged, her face blackened with soot. ?Hey Mel,? James said, not looking up. ?If you're headed to the fridge, could you grab me another beer??

?Guys, you'll NEVER believe it! This is the big one, the one that'll solve everything! It's....?

?Ah, yeah...could it wait until the commercial?? I interrupted. ?Simon is about to tear this no-talent bitch apart.?

Melany snatched the remote control from the coffee table. With a little flourish of her wrist she clicked the television off. ?Hey! Rude much?? I grumbled.

?I'm not kidding around here, Sandra. This is the most important scientific discovery in a hundred years.?

?More important than the internet?? I asked, trying to feign interest.

?Way more important.?

?Nuclear power??

?Better.?

I sighed. It was obvious she wasn't going to stop until we let her say her piece. ?Alright, let's hear it,? I said. ?What have you done this time??

?I'm so glad you asked,? she grinned, cracking her knuckles. ?Okay, so for as long as human beings have known about electricity, our process for collecting it has been incredibly inefficient. If you want to get power from coal, you burn it, then use the heat to boil water, then use the steam from that water to turn a turbine. You go from chemical energy, to heat energy, to mechanical energy, to electrical energy. And with each step, you lose something. With me so far?? We nodded.

?Alright. Einstein's Theory of Relativity states that matter and energy are actually the same thing. If you could find a way to convert a substance directly to electricity, it would be at the rate of something on the order of twenty-five million kilowatt-hours for every gram. As far as we know, this is practically impossible ? even our best sources of power can only get a few thousand joules per mole.?

My eyes started to glaze over as she went on. Once in awhile I caught words like 'Heisenberg' and 'orbital.' James, on the other hand, was leaning forward, appearing to hang on her every word. True, he was a bit more scientifically-inclined than I was. However, I suspected that his interest probably had more to do with the fact that Melany was drop-dead gorgeous.

My roommate had a dynamite body, with perfect hour-glass curves. Her long blonde hair had become a bit frayed in spots, what with its owner constantly getting herself blown up and all. But this only seemed to grant her a certain unique exoticness. Melany's skin was pale from long hours spent hiding away from the sun. The color was something reminiscent of marble, giving her a vague resemblance to a Greek statue. She was tall and leggy, perhaps just a few inches short of six feet. She typically wore an unnecessarily tight latex lab outfit, that she claimed was to protect her from ?splash-back.?

Melany was charismatic when she wanted to be, and almost impossibly brilliant. Perhaps her only flaw was that all her good qualities gave her one hell of an inflated ego. In the year or so that I'd known her I had never seen her go on a date. Not that she didn't have offers ? lord, she probably couldn't even go outside without the boys lining up around the block. As far as I could tell, she just wasn't interested in this facet of human relations. Somehow this made her all the more attractive. Even I sometimes caught myself admiring her, and had to force myself to stop staring.

By contrast, I cultivate much more of a 'girl next door' kind of look. I have a nice figure, but it certainly won't get me on the cover of any magazines. My hair is nut-brown and shoulder-length, and sometimes I like to braid it. I could stand to lose a few pounds, but you would probably describe me as 'healthy.' That is, if you knew what was good for you. I am a mere five feet two inches tall (or perhaps I should say that I was ? but I'm getting ahead of myself.) My boobs are my pride and joy. They're big and shapely, mid D's, and they look especially huge on my tiny frame. I like to refer to them as my boy bait ? they worked wonders on James.

Speaking of James, he was still drooling over Melany and her oratory. She was really getting into it, flailing her arms about and gesturing wildly. Whenever she thrust outward, the cleavage that stuck out of the top of her outfit jiggled enticingly. She used words like 'expanded' and 'vibrations.' My man was completely enthralled, and I had to admit that she was appealing. I trusted James, I really did. But he was a guy, and it's a well-known fact that men can only think with one head at a time. I found myself getting jealous.

?...resulting in a near-perfect conversion of mass to energy from any object! Isn't that amazing?? Mel finished at last. She was out of breath, her eyes twinged with just a hint of insanity.

?That's amazing!? James gushed. ?So, uh...what exactly did you invent??

?Good question!? she beamed at him, as I shot daggers at her with my eyes. ?All the theory is useless without a practical application. And here it is!? She reached into her pocket, and produced a small device. It looked like a television remote control from the 1980's. Square and grey, with a short antenna sticking out of the top. It had only two buttons; one green, one red. For something that required such a long, complicated speech, it looked pretty simple to me.

?So that thing can take the energy from anything, convert it directly to electricity, and store it?? James asked. He'd obviously been paying more attention than I had. I fought down another wave of resentment.

?You're close. It can capture the energy, it can convert it. But as for storing....? She turned the remote over, exposing the back to us. Two disconnected metallics leads were sticking out. ?I'm still working on a battery that can deal with the stress involved in the process.?

?Can I hold it?? I asked on an impulse. To this day I have no idea what made me ask that question. Maybe I just wanted someone to pay attention to me.

?Ah...I don't know Sandra. It's kind of fragile.? Melany shifted her feet nervously, not looking at me.

?Oh come on, I'm not going to break it.?

?You always break my inventions though. You broke my perpetual motion machine just last week!?

?You said yourself that that thing was an abomination against the laws of physics,? I shot back. ?Seriously, what's the worst thing that could happen??

She sighed. ?Alright fine. If you're going to throw a hissy-fit, here. I've got the documentation, I can just build another one anyway.? She pressed the device into my hands.

I held it up, examining it critically and trying to form some sort of opinion. All I could come up with was that it needed to be a brighter color. I said so. Here followed a heated partisan discussion as old as mankind ? marketing versus engineering. James took a couple steps back, trying not to get involved.

?Alright whatever,? I said at last, deciding that Melany had all the aesthetic sense of a blind gopher. ?Why don't you just tell me how it works??

?It's so easy a child could use it,? she replied with just a hint of venom. ?You point it at whatever you want to capture energy from, and press the green button. You use the red button to discharge the energy.?

?So if there was a battery in it, I could just point it at the TV,? I said, lifting my arm to demonstrate, ?press the green button, and...?

I was vaguely aware of Melany screaming something like ?OHGODNODONTDOTHAT!? and leaping towards me. But in the instant my thumb touched the button, an earth-shattering noise tore through the house. The room filled with a blinding light as the television screen shattered and imploded. Lightning arced across the room into the remote. The air around me crackled, my hair stood on end. Pain shot into my palm as the two metal shards on the back of the remote became red hot.

Within a few seconds the show died down. We stood, my roommates staring at me, no one saying anything. After the deafening shock, the room was awkwardly quiet. A thick acrid smoke and the smell of ozone hung in the air. My hand throbbed in pain.

And then I felt a strange tingling in my lower back. It was similar to the pins and needles feeling you get when your foot falls asleep, but broader, more intense. It quickly spread up my spine, into my neck. Within a few seconds my whole body was filled with this odd sensation. ?Ah, guys....? I began, but cut myself off as the feeling changed. Every muscle in my body tensed and flexed involuntarily. It felt like the first stretch of the morning, right after you roll out of bed. But this stretch never seemed to end. My clothes were getting uncomfortable, my shoes were pinching my feet. But despite all this, it felt...good.

All too soon it passed. It reminded me of my first orgasm ? I had no idea what had happened, but I knew I liked it, and I wanted to figure out how to do it again. James and Melany were staring at me open-mouthed. Their faces looked panicked, horrified. Something about them was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it could be. And then it struck me ? they were smaller. No, everything was smaller! I am by no means a stupid girl, and I quickly put two and two together. My roommates hadn't shrunk ? I had grown!

Melany was the first to break the silence. ?OF COURSE!? she yelled. ?I must have installed the Chadwick Compensators backwards. It's not converting mass to energy, it's converting energy to mass!? She pulled out a pad of paper and began scribbling furiously, muttering to herself.

Meanwhile, I was fighting down a wave of hysteria. It was true that I'd always wished to be taller, and on some level I found this new development exciting. But the suddenness of this change was profoundly unsettling. ?James, honey,? I said quietly. He jumped at the sound of his name, and gave me the same sort of look I might've expected him to give a giant spider. ?It's still me baby, don't be scared,? I cooed. ?I really need a hug right now. Please?? He clenched his fists, but then sighed.

?Okay Sandra. I understand.? His body relaxed, and he crossed the room without hesitation and wrapped his arms around me. Say what you want about James, but I could always depend on him to be there for me. It felt strange, being hugged by him this way. I was used to him being so much than me, and now we were nearly the same height. Holding each other now, it wasn't the same...but it was still good. We stayed that way for awhile, and gradually I could feel my pulse slowing, my breathing returning to normal.

?Sandra,? he whispered in my ear. ?This might sound weird but...I think I kind of like you like this.?

?Really?? I asked, my heart fluttering in my chest. ?It doesn't creep you out??

He shook his head. ?Not at all, not now that I'm used to it. Don't take this the wrong way, but I guess I've sort of got a thing for tall girls.?

My eyes narrowed. ?Like Melany?? My voice carried the same element as the shake of a rattlesnake's tail.

?I told you not to take it the wrong way. You're smart, you're beautiful...you make me happy every day. I might like big girls, but I fell in love with you.?

My cheeks grew warm, and I felt a tingle rushing through my body. A different tingle, more natural, but no less exciting. ?Oh James...you don't know how much it means to hear you say that.? We leaned forward, pulled by the inexorable force of passion. I felt his lips brush against mine, soft and wet. We kissed, as we have a thousand times before. But this was unique, special. At long last, I was sure that James accepted me for who I was, and for whatever I would become. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.

?Ah-HEM,? Melany said from across the room. ?Public display of affection!? We ended our kiss reluctantly, our eyes full of longing. James stood beside me, and took my hand. It would have to be enough for now. ?If you don't mind Sandra, I need to take some measurements. Come over and stand back-to-back with me.?

I obeyed, crossing the room to press my back into hers. This felt a little awkward. Why didn't she just use a tape measure? My intuition told me that this was personal somehow. Melany had always towered over me, had always thought herself so much more attractive. Perhaps in some way she was measuring her new status as much as my growth. ?James,? she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, ?be a dear??

James came over, eyeing us critically. He tilted his head back and forth, squinting his eyes. I found myself holding my breath in anticipation. If Melany was hung up on who was taller, then I guess I was too ? and damn it, I wanted to win!

?I think,? James said at last, ?that Melany is maybe half an inch taller.? My heart sank in my chest, and behind me I could hear my roommate give a little twitter of joy. I tried to put it in perspective, to think that I was still attractive, still had the love of a wonderful man, and still much taller than I'd been before. There was no need to compete with Melany.

I turned and noticed a faint, smug smile on her face. I tried to ignore it. ?It's just as I thought,? she said. ?You're close to five feet nine inches tall. That would mean you grew seven inches from roughly five seconds of exposure to a standard household circuit. I don't know how to explain it, because the wattage that television could produce doesn't come close to accounting for your growth. There must have been another source....?

James turned and walked over to the remains of our television. He began to pick through the wreckage, his brow furrowed in thought. ?You know, there's no broken glass over here. And I think there might be some parts missing. This is just a guess, but...maybe that thing actually IS turning mass into energy. But since there was nothing to absorb the electricity, Sandra's body is acting like a mass battery. Did that make any sense??

Melany ran across the room and, to my chagrin, threw her arms around him ?James, you're a genius!? She turned her head gave him a little peck on the cheek. His eyes widened, and he looked at me helplessly. My zen-like attitude dissolved around me.

I marched over and grabbed Melany by the shoulder. I spun her around, and thrust my hand inches from her face. ?Do you see this?? I shouted at her. ?This is an engagement ring. Since you're not from our planet, let me explain it. It means you don't get to touch my man. Or flirt with him. Or show off your cleavage. I'm sick of watching you hit on him, and I'm not going to take it anymore.?

Melany's jaw dropped open and she stared at me, dumbfounded. James looked shocked as well. I've never been the aggressive type; passive-aggressive is more my style. But my new-found height had given me a bit more confidence. And seeing that woman draping herself all over James had pushed me over the edge.

A moment later Melany stiffened, and that familiar smirk was once more plastered on her lips. ?Hey, I'm just showing him a little harmless affection. I know James enjoys it, don't you hun?? He threw up his arms and desperately tried to sputter a response. ?And besides, if you're so insecure that I might steal him away, maybe you shouldn't be getting married.?

My mind burned with righteous fury. I gritted my teeth so hard that I was afraid they might break. My hands balled into fists ? and I remembered that I was still clutching the remote. No jury in the world would convict me, I thought. I raised the device and pointed it at Melany. Already beginning to formulate my temporary insanity plea, I jammed my finger down on the green button.

[qzar9999]

Well I'm intrigued.

"And I think there might be some parts missing." So I wonder if Melany's going to be missing any 'parts.' Not that I'd be complaining, I love stories that have SW *and* GTS.

Anyway, looking forward to more.

[joeman]

Interesting! There are not to many stories that have the person growing in first person.

[wilkem101]

sounds good. can't wait for more!!

[Logan73]

Delightful! I can imagine so many fun ways for this to go.

[tsokei]

Excellent start! Here's hoping for more. The idea is awesome and I'm glad you're keeping the sex to a minimum. Being process related means more focus on the growth and hopefully we get to see many more processes happen before it's all over. The descriptions in general are your strong point and your dialog is superb as well. I'm enjoying the plot and the characters and have no big technical complaints. Encore!

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by tsokei

I'm glad you're keeping the sex to a minimum.

Ah, quite to the contrary. There's rather a lot of sex coming in the next four chapters. The descriptions are still rich, but I describe more than just growth.

[Captain Ash]

Body size switch. This is fantstic written piece of paper.
The character interaction and the process descriptions are superb.
Haven't read something that good not for a long time.
I hope that Melany shrinks to dollsize.

Captain Ash

[LOD]

This is officially my new favorite story. You've got me on the edge of my seat sir.

[qzar9999]

tsokei, I probably could have told you there'd be sex. For an idea of just how much there COULD be, look up his other story "My Lovely Sylvia." Look on the bright side, though--he writes it well.

[Prophet Tenebrae]

I'm interested - finally another story that's grammatically correct, formatted legibly and a good read! I hope we have another chapter soon.

[pseudoclever]

Thanks for the praise about chapter one guys. Let me repeat the warning from the initial post:
Despite this being in the gts forum, and being primarily gts-focused, this chapter contains SW material. Just as long as we're clear, here's Chapter 2.


I braced for another fantastic pyrotechnics show, but this time nothing happened. Instead, I stood there awkwardly, still aiming the remote at my roommate. She looked at me incredulously. “Wow, are you really that stupid? It doesn't work like that – and even if it did, you could've killed me. You see, this is why I go to graduate school, and you go to beauty school.” As she spoke, I became aware of a building heat in my palm. “Seriously, if I had a nickel for...hey, what are you grinning about?” My hand was on fire now, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Knowing what it meant, I loved every second of it.

Soon the tingling began, and I let myself become enraptured by it as it spread through my body. Melany looked completely terrified, and I could tell she was feeling the same thing. With astonishing clarity of thought, I removed my shoes as I felt my muscles start to twitch and flex. And then, slowly, I started to grow. My legs lengthened, my hands stretched outward, my head gradually rose towards the ceiling.

From across the room I could see Melany beginning to change as well. Her latex lab coat was no longer skin-tight. In a way that was almost impossibly to quantify, she seemed less imposing, less intimidating. Soon it was clear – she was getting smaller. Her eyes were frantic, like a caged animal. Her arms receded back into her sleeves, her pants became loose and baggy. Seeing her dwindling away like this was thrilling, and I found that I could barely contain my glee.

Meanwhile, I could still feel my body getting bigger. My clothes tightened, and I started to hear the sound of tearing fabric. My bra had already been strained to its limit, and now I felt the clasp break open. As I continued to expand, my outfit ripped to shreds around me. With each passing second more and more of my skin became visible through my tattered clothing. Ordinarily being exposed this way would have embarrassed me terribly. But now it filled me with a sense of incredible strength and sexuality. I wanted Melany to see how big I was, how gorgeous. And as for James.... I turned to see him staring at me, his eyes as big as saucers, a giddy expression on his face. It was painfully obvious how much this was turning him on. “Like what you see baby?”

“I...guh...uh-huh,” he explained. My shirt finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated off my frame, leaving my upper body completely naked. My breasts had always been nice, but now they were huge, magnificent. They were round and firm, the size of cantaloupes. And I was still growing!

It was clear that Melany was having much less fun than I was. She was getting lost in her outfit, looking like a little girl playing dress-up in mommy's clothes. Her top now looked more like a toga – one of her shoulders had slipped through the neck hole. She looked so tiny, so insignificant. Her eyes were full of unshed tears, and for a fleeting moment I actually felt sorry for the poor girl.

Gradually the process began to slow. I surveyed the room around me from a perspective I never thought I'd have in my wildest dreams. Everything was so little. What a tiny couch, what low ceilings! Melany was hunched over in the corner. The way she was cowering in fear made her appear even smaller than she actually was. James looked like a dwarf to me – the cutest, most appealing dwarf I've ever seen, I might add. They say power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. And standing there, the biggest thing in the room, I felt more powerful than I ever have in my life.

“Melany, my dear sweet flower. I think I'd like to see which one of us is taller. Come stand back-to-back with me.” She looked up – and up – at me, hesitating. “Now.” She took a step forward to obey my command, but tripped over the folds of her comically-large pants, landing flat on her stomach. James and I burst into derisive laughter as she struggled to her feet. Her cheeks glowed hot pink as she lifted her outfit and carefully made her way across the room.

We stood together as before. This time I had no doubt who would be the winner of our little contest. I could feel the top of her head pressing lightly into the small of my back. “James, would you do the honors?” He paraded over, suppressing a grin.

James walked around us, observing us from every angle. His hand stroked his chin as he pretended to consider the question before him. “Well, given that the top of Melany's head only comes up to your belly-button...I think you might be the winner, Sandra.” He winked at me, sharing my moment of triumph as Melany let out a short sob behind me.

“Oh really? Good to know. But I'm curious for more exact numbers. Melany, you're good at math. How tall did you used to be?” I queried.

“F-five ten,” she answered, her voice thick with sorrow.

“Okay then, here's a problem for you. If you used to be five ten, and I used to be five two, figure out our heights if you're only THIS tall,” I said, resting my hand just above my pelvis and striking a pose for her.

“I...I don't know. There are t-too many variables to solve that,” she replied, still fighting back tears.

“Aww, and I thought you were smart. Tell you what then. Go into the kitchen and get the tape measure out of the junk drawer. You can find our heights that way!” It was so much fun to tease her like this. Melany had spent the whole time that I'd known her rubbing her superior stature in my face. Now I was finally able to give it back.

She scampered off into the next room, and James and I had privacy at last. I sauntered over to him, leaned down, and planted my lips on his. He kissed me back greedily. Our tongues wrestled as we savored our moment together. All too soon I heard the drawer slam shut in the next room and knew Melany was returning. Through sheer force of will managed to break our kiss. “Enjoying my little show hun?” I whispered into his ear.

“It's no more than she deserves,” he murmured back. “Just don't over-do it.”

Melany returned, holding the tape measure. It appeared vastly oversized in her tiny hands. Her eyes betrayed the fact that she was dreading the task before her. “Okay cutie-pie, tell me how tall you are,” I said in a haughty tone.

She complied, placing one end on the floor and standing on the hook that extended from it. Raising the other end, she pinched the tape with her thumb and forefinger at the point where it met the top of her head, then turned it sideways so she could read it. Her face fell as soon as she laid eyes upon the numbers before her.

“Well? How tall is my little princess?” I asked.

“I'm...I'm...three foot eleven.” Her face scrunched up as she fought with her emotions. I perceived that she considered letting me see her cry to be the ultimate defeat, something to be avoided at all costs.

“Wow, you're even shorter than I thought you were! Okay, now it's my turn. Come over here and measure me.”

Melany looked taken aback. “But I can do the math, now that I know my height!”

“That's no fun! Bring that chair over here, climb your little tushy up on it, and tell me how tall I am.” Her eyes filled with anger, and she looked like she was about to refuse. “I'd do it if I were you. My trigger finger is getting itchy, and I might decide that I'm still a bit too short.” I pointed the remote at her to emphasize my point.

She sighed, and walked over to one of our dining room chairs. Her head was just level with its back, and this further emphasized how short she had become. She tried to carry it over, but found it was far too heavy for her to lift. Instead she was forced to drag it, straining to make it move across the thickly carpeted living room. She reached me at last, huffing and puffing, and pulled herself up onto the chair.

She balanced carefully, trying to lift one end of the tape measure over my head. It was a bit of a stretch – even standing on the chair her eyes were just level with my breasts. She leaned against me, then suddenly lost her footing and tumbled forward. I managed to catch her just before she hit the ground, the tape measure clattered across the floor. “Aw, that was a close one shorty,” I said, using the most condescending tone in my arsenal. “Now go pick it up and try again.”

“I saw it, you're about seven feet tall. Now can we please stop....”

“ABOUT seven feet?” I interrupted. “Oh no. No no no. I want to know EXACTLY how much bigger than you I am.”

Melany's face twisted with rage, and I knew that I had finally pushed her too far. “Lay off me you big bitch!” she screamed, he voice high and squeaky.

My eyes widened in counterfeit astonishment. “Really? That's what I am to you, a big bitch? I can't believe you said that!” In truth, this had been exactly the reaction I'd been hoping to get out of her. “I think it's time to show you who's in charge here.”

I grabbed Melany by the waist and lifted her off the ground. She kicked her feet angrily and yelled at me to stop, but that wasn't likely – everything I'd been doing had been leading to this moment. This was going to be sweet. I sat down in the chair and flipping her over in my arms, laying her face down in my lap. She knew what was coming, and didn't like it one bit – her body writhed, she screamed louder.

I tugged down her ill-fitting pants, revealing the cute little ass that I'd often fantasized about touching. And then, with a sharp swat, I began to spank her. “No! Sandra, please...I'm sorry, stop!” she cried as I continued to rain down blows upon her. From the corner of my eye I could see James, watching with a haze of lust on his face. Half the reason I was doing this was for him. He loved to warm my buns when we fooled around, and I knew seeing me dominate Melany this way would really get his motor running. Again and again I smacked her bottom, watching as it reddened from from magenta, to scarlet, and finally to a deep crimson. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.

I was enjoying myself immensely, but I was also starting to feel guilty. Melany had treated me awfully for a long time. All the same, seeing her give up her last shred of dignity like this made it impossible not to have sympathy for her. Before long I decided to show my diminutive roommate some mercy, and let her slip off my lap. She backed away from me, her face filled with a complex mix of emotions. “That's enough for now buttercup. Maybe you'll think about that the next time you try to flirt with my man.” I turned to regard James, who was still looking at me in awe. “Speaking of my man....”