25 Toasts to Hedonism (story)

[Adam19842004]

This is my first height change story, so any suggestions you have will be helpful.


Chapter I:
Date Rape 101


When Stefania Costa woke up, her feet were cold. Why? She sat up, and the world swirled, as the liquid that her brains had turned into sloshed around her head. Cold feet and a hangover. When she realized what the answer to the question she woke up with was, it brought up a new one. Why was she looking at feet and ankles, revealed by the morning light filtered through green curtains, that were longer than the six foot long bed, and its similarly sized, blue coloured bedclothes? Her brown eyes narrowed. Surely she couldn’t still be drunk. Not that drunk. She lay back down, and measured the distance between her brown hair and the wall just above it. Only just above it. That meant she was taller than she’d been for the last nine years, since she stopped growing at sixteen. She turned onto her side, and curled her legs up. She shivered a little, probably through a combination of dehydration by alcohol, and worry. This wasn’t natural. She shook the man beside her.
“Greg”
He moaned. His blue eyes opened, staring straight at hers.
“What happened to the dinosaur?” he asked.
“I think you were dreaming. I know this sounds weird, but I’m longer than the bed. My legs are too long. I’m taller.”
“What the fuck?”
“Just look. I’m taller.”
She stretched her self out again. Greg sat up and looked down at her feet, then moved his eyes up and down her entire body.
“I am dreaming” he said.
“How?” was all she could think.
“Don’t you remember last night?”
She cast her mind back, and found only fragments there. The first hour was as clear as the wine she drank, like it was the only sustenance she’d consumed in days. The usual human wasps were there, greedily hovering over the picnic of finger food set up on little tables in a room filled with drinks and dull conversation, and a constant need to move from person to person, making sure you didn’t look like a bore by hanging round the same person for hours. A strange caricature of the concept of sociability. Not that you could hear conversations above the music. After that she just remembered individual scenes, not a natural progression of time. As if it had all been a film. She threw a drink on the floor and the contents of her stomach into the sink. She begged them to open the window, but they refused, so she had to go down two flights of stairs in order to smoke in the cold outside. She flirted with Rob whilst Greg was watching. Shit. They’d been together for four months after all. He tried to get here out of there, but not because of that. Greg pulled on her sleeve at least thirty minutes later. Tried to whisper something in her ear that sounded very important. What was it? There was something about a mirror too. One with seashell patterns around it. Her bathroom mirror. There was something very strange about it.
“Sorry about Rob.”
“That’s fine Stef.”
“You’re not the jealous type?”
“I don’t see him as a threat.”
“Could it have something to do with your work?”
Greg worked for a pharmaceutical company. For the last few years they’d been working on size enhancing drugs. Like HGH. People who weren’t satisfied with what God gave them could now manipulate their own genetics, to a limited degree. People who just found being short too damn inconvenient.
“We’re years from a breakthrough. I think it might have something to do with last night. I thought I saw someone slip something into your drink. I didn’t see who and I wasn’t entirely certain that that’s what happened. I made you leave just to be on the safe side” Greg said.
“Why aren’t we in hospital? Are the police coming?”
“We were so drunk. I thought it could wait till the morning.”
“We should phone the police now” Stefania said, getting out of bed, with the sheets wrapped around her waist. She walked unsteadily to the phone, feeling dizzy on her longer legs. Damn it was weird, getting used to how much smaller everything looked. At least she didn’t hit the ceiling.
“What are we going to tell them? You got drunk last night and when you woke up you were taller? I‘ll take you to the doctors soon. I think that‘s the best we can do” Greg said.
“Ok. Let’s take a little while longer to think about this.” She sat down on the end of the bed, more heavily than usual, then adjusted her position, in order to accommodate the new length in her legs that she wasn’t used to. Something was strange. She turned to Greg, looking puzzled.
“Why aren’t you more surprised than this?” She asked.
“I’m surprised. I’m just not lying here in disbelief. I can see you’re taller. How can I disbelieve what I can see in front of my eyes?”
“Well I’m freaking out.”
He started rubbing her back and shoulders.
“Its ok. We’ll figure this out” he told her.
“ I need to see how tall I am. I need to look at my self.”
“Be my guest. I’ll get dressed.”
Greg got up and found himself intimidated by the fact that she was a few inches taller than his five foot eleven frame. They’d been even before. That suited him, except when she wore high heels. There was the same effect now, with her barefoot. At least her body was in proportion. Her large, intimidating body. His mouth suddenly felt dry. He swallowed. She noticed.
“Are you ok? You’re not actually frightened of me are you?” she asked with a grin.
“No. It’s just that you’re not you anymore.”
“I’m the same girl on the inside.”
Greg knew men who read the same manga and porn websites he did. Fetishes. Yet seeing it in the flesh was more scary than sexy. The fact that he’d never expected this to happen, this unnatural change, had made him delude himself. It was like being a kid again. She looked like an authority, not a normal human being. She was a mother. In charge. He hoped she wouldn’t use this to her advantage. She left the bedroom. He picked his clothes up from the thick blue carpet. He looked at hers. That bra would never fit the prostitute-taunting breasts she now had. Her ass and stomach were already too large for her to become a model, though they hardly made her fat. Just a little too far removed from the classic beauty look. She was cute at the very least though, and the Italian accent helped. God, her accent was sexy. Was it deeper now? He’d listen out for it. Now she was gone he started to get excited. He hurriedly pulled his boxers and jeans over his erection.
“Can I borrow a cigarette?” he asked.
“Sure. If by ‘Borrow’ you mean take and don’t give back” she called from the bathroom. Yep, deeper. He too a cigarette from the stool she kept next to the bed, with the alarm clock also on it, and his paperback thriller. He leaned out the window to smoke, and watch the street below, busy with Saturday soon-to-be shoppers. Other houses surrounded them.


Stefania stood in the bathroom, with it’s sailor theme, and blue walls. Her bare feet felt cold on the white tiled floor. Still, she wouldn’t be in there for too long. She just wanted to check herself out in the mirror that she now had to lean down towards, slightly, in order to see all of herself. Everything was the same, but longer, bigger. Her breasts Amazonian. Her stomach and ass worryingly fat. She’d have to get working on that diet she’d been neglecting recently. Her hands were like a man’s now. Less delicate. She had always been teased about her height at school. Punished by other kids for her genes. She wasn’t turning herself on but she knew most guys would find her legs and breasts sexy now. She tried to lean back against the wall next to the mirror, next to the frosted glass window, and almost hit her head on a cabinet. Shit.
“Have to get used to that I guess” she said to herself.
“What was that?” Greg called.
“Nothing.”
She checked herself out one more time in the mirror before leaving to find a tape measure. The mirror she looked into last night. Another scene suddenly came back, albeit a short one. The evening was still fragmented, but she knew she’d noticed herself starting to grow last night. In her drunken state, she looked in that mirror and said out loud: “You look good. You look taller. Cool.” After that she stopped thinking about it till the morning.


Meanwhile, Greg had transferred himself to the wooden floored kitchen, wearing slippers, his jeans and a T-shirt with a metal band‘s logo on it. He look slightly sadly down at the empty beer cans on top of a wooden cabinet next to the stainless steel sink. Her beer cans. He didn’t mind drinking socially but the amount Stefania drank when she was alone was alarming. Damn, she must have been shit faced last night in order to have a hangover this morning. He took a glass from a wooden shelf and filled it with water.


He return to the bedroom. She grabbed the water. She knew it would clear the hangover.
“I guess you don’t want breakfast yet” he teased.
“Don’t make me throw up. What I want is a tape measure.” She grabbed one from a chest of draws, on top of which lay a diary, an Ipod and box of tissues. Also occasional coffee cup stains. She had to look into getting a nicer place, with none of this furniture that was pre-chosen and placed by someone else, regardless of her taste. Just her own stuff brought away from her parents house. She stood against the wall. Greg measured her.
“Six two. Very impressive” he said, then suddenly laughed.
“What is it?”
“I’m saying this is impressive like all this stuff is normal. It’s not impressive. It’s fucking freaky.”
“I know” she said, suddenly very serious. There was an awkward silence for a minute, then she hurriedly started picked up her clothes. She tried putting them on, but they clearly wouldn’t fit.
“You can get some more clothes in town. I’ll tell you what to get. I’ll just have to trust you on that” she said.
“How will I know the measurements?”
“I’ll have to trust you on that too. Make some guesses. Ask the shop assistants. I just need temporary stuff till I can actually go out again. Good luck.”

[kuenbu]

Wow. Very well written intro to the characters. Growth story with a plot FTW.

[Adam19842004]

Quick update, just so you know I'm still working on this. I know it's not long but there's more to come. Just letting you know I'm not one of those people who only writes one chapter then abandones the story.

Chapter II
Big Girl In Her Own Tiny World

Stefania was worried. How would she explain this to her friends and co-workers? How would she explain it to the doctor? Of course he’d be trying to explain it. Or she? No, Dr. Hammond had know her for nine years. He’d watch her first, normal growth spurts during adolescence. Or at least he’d been updated on every one, for about fifteen minutes, every time she needed his help. What if he wanted to do expensive tests on her, to find out why she’d become this miracle? This weird genetic freak who’d grown three inches over night after she became “A full grown woman.” The insurance company would never pay for those kinds of tests. Perhaps she shouldn’t see him at all. To be honest, she was a little ashamed of her body now. In fact she’d always been, because of her weight. Intellectually, she knew her weight was fine. However, believing so emotionally was a different matter to cold logic. To comparing herself to the girls in the magazines and in films. What would Greg’s friends and co-workers think? She knew what they were like. They’d hide it well, but they’d fine this situation “Cool” at best, and have obscene thoughts at worst. So childish. With the sheet still wrapped around her, she looked through the window at the fathers, sons, businessmen and male teenagers below. Dr. Hammond too. All men. Then there was her father, her brothers. Her mum too of course but her gender wouldn’t be a guarantee that she’d understand. Stefania didn’t understand herself. How do you deal with the physically impossible happening to you? She ran for the bathroom, hurriedly pushing aside the unpainted, softwood door. She filled the white ceramic sink with cold water and plunged her face in. She felt the sting and the sudden shock of the cold. She kept herself under there for as long as she could, letting the coldness that hurt her very bones distract her from everything else. Letting it cleanse her. Washing away the panic. Eventually the temperature forced her to let her head out of the water; her mouth gasping for air. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, in her native tongue, just like her mother had told her to do when she was little, if she ever got really upset. She dried her hair and tried to brush it without looking at her entire face in the mirror, or her body. It was strange but she didn’t want to face herself. She went into her bedroom to retrieve her Ipod, since she had no device for making the whole room hear music. She listened to some pop, easy and simple. The perfect distraction, even if it wasn‘t what most people call “Soothing.” She needed something happy. At least it was better at that moment than the rock and metal she and Greg usually favoured. He’d be back soon. Greg, who could be so relaxed and calm when he wanted to be. So practical and logical. He’d be able to comfort her. He’d be able to think of a solution. If there was one. The though that she might stay like this forever was unpleasant, so she swiftly switched to lying on top of her quilt and listening to the music. Turning it up so that it filled her world. Turning off her brain.

[Anurubius]

interesting chapter

[kuenbu]

Short and sweet up date. Looking forward to the next chapter.

[kuenbu]

Hi. Just a gentle nudge to let you know this story does have a fan.

[Adam19842004]

I'm sorry it's been a long time since I updated this. I'm just thinking about what direction to take it in. To be honest I wrote it when someone I was attracted to, who wasn't interested in me, got a boyfriend. Reading this again, Greg is exactly like him, and Stef is exactly like her. Now my feelings are different, so I'll have to think about how to continue this. Still, I am working. It just might be a couple more weeks.