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

[pseudoclever]

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.

[gammera1976]

Excellent Monty Python-esque taunt there, qzar9999. This story is getting bigger and better as it progresses.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 4

Zayne stared up at his gigantic girlfriend. For a long time he didn't say anything, and merely stroked his chin thoughtfully. Bella looked back at him with an amused expression on her face. Before long, amusement turned to impatience. After impatience, frustration soon followed. She began to tap her foot, sending a low rattling throughout the house.

“Well?” she said at last, an edge to her voice.

“Well what?” he replied mildly.

Bella let out an explosive sigh, throwing her hands over her head, where they promptly collided with the ceiling. “Ow! Stupid...building! Would you just make up your mind already?!”

Zayne suppressed a chuckle. He was greatly enjoying the control he had over the situation – however brief it might be. It was something that had only happened a few times since Bella had outgrown him. And once she graduated from the ranks of simply “very tall” and became a true giantess, it would probably become very rare indeed. Still, one angered an eight foot woman at one's own peril. Clearly, the game had gone on long enough.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure I thought this through completely,” he lied. “I mean, just look at you. You're like...the expression of the collected unconscious desires of every man on the planet – and I get to have my way with you! I want to make sure I make the best decision possible, is all.”

She glared down at him evilly. “And that decision is...?”

Zayne gulped. “Well, the first thing I would like to do, is to have you lie down on your stomach,” he said, thinking fast. “How would you like a back rub?”

Her face brightened immediately. “Aw, Zayne-y! I never should've doubted you.” She moved the table to make room for herself, and then spread out on the floor. “Whenever you're ready.”

He took a moment to admire her supine form, monumental in its proportions. This...was going to be more work than he'd expected. Zayne cracked his knuckles, and climbed on top of her. “I'm not too heavy for you, am I?” he asked. Bella's only response was a quiet little snicker. “A simple 'no' would've sufficed.” He got a grip on her shoulders, and began to massage her gently. Within a minute she was groaning in satisfaction as he swiftly located and removed all of her tension spots.

“Why am I just NOW finding out about this talent of yours?” she murmured, as he pressed his thumbs into the tender flesh at the nape of her neck.

“I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?” he replied. “What would you say if I added a little...lotion?” Zayne reached into the backpack, and came up with a glass vial full of a thick, yellowish liquid.

“Ahh, I thought you'd never ask,” she sighed. He poured the serum onto his hands, and began to spread the slippery material across her back. Bella was trembling slightly, but whether this was an affect of the drug or just a symptom of her anticipation, Zayne couldn't say. Her body greedily drank up the fluid, and before long he found himself reaching for another vial.

He moved lower, past the small of her back to the lovely heart-shaped swell of her ass. It was so large that it took both of his hands to cover one cheek. As he began to knead her between his fingers, she flexed her muscles for him impressively. “Show-off,” he said. “But still, damn. You've got some serious buns of...hmm...what's harder than steel?”

“A lot of things,” she replied in between mews of pleasure. “Diamond. Neutron star material. Glass, believe it or not, for certain definitions of hard.”

“Fascinating. Why don't we just go with 'titanium,'” he suggested.

“Clich?,” she moaned. He rolled his eyes, and gave her a hard slap on the butt in response. This only caused her to moan louder. By now Zayne could recognize the first subtle effects as the drug started to take hold. Bella's increased sensitivity was a clear sign, as was the glazed look in her eyes when she turned to look at him over her shoulder. Soon, and very soon.....

He moved down to massage her well-toned legs. As he did, a little spot of glittering wetness caught his eye. Tiny droplets of moisture were beginning to form on the edges of Bella's womanhood. Gently, the way he might collect dew from the petals of a rose, he let his fingers spread it across the lips of her pussy.

“Mmm, you're such a teeeease,” she groaned, inching herself down to press against his hand. It took Zayne a moment to realize that she had not, in fact, moved. He observed her carefully. It was just possible to see the bottoms of her feet sliding away from him against the carpet. Yes, there could be no doubt – Bella was growing again.

She watched him, a serene smile painted on her angelic face. “You know, don't you?” Zayne replied by letting his index finger slowly glide into her sopping wet pussy. Her moan dropped an octave lower, her hands balled up into fists. A second finger entered her, and then a third. She thrust her hips in time with his motions, her voice a constant animal howl.

Abruptly, Zayne pulled out of her, and gave her a little tap on the side. “Over,” he commanded. Without the slightest objection to being ordered around by her much smaller boyfriend she obeyed, rolling over onto her back. Bella was panting, her face beat red, and her enormous breasts heaved with each indrawn breath. With each passing second she was getting bigger, and as she did, his task of pleasing her became even more Herculean. No time to sit around admiring his girlfriend – he had work to do.

Zayne crawled forward, grabbing two more vials as he did, and forcefully planted his lips against hers. She pulled him onto her chest, wrapping her arms around him, and kissed him back savagely. It felt amazing to lie on her this way, sharing their warmth, so much of their naked flesh in close contact. Bella was soft, yet firm, and her bosom supported his weight so perfectly. Through their kiss, he could still feel her body growing ever-larger beneath him. But, he decided, not nearly fast enough.

Zayne removed the top of one of the bottles, and poured it into the space between their bodies. Getting a grip on her shoulders, he began to alternately pull himself forward and push himself back down, using his girlfriend as a human Slip and Slide. With his arms fully extended he could feel the base of his cock meet the warm folds of her pussy. And when he dragged himself up again, rolling his chest and stomach over her sensitive breasts, she would kiss him as a reward for his efforts. As more and more of the drug was absorbed into her skin Bella's movements grew increasingly frantic, and each time he lowered himself he found that he didn't make it quite as far down as before.

With one last push he let go, propelling himself down her body to land between her legs, where Bella's womanhood lay waiting for him. Using the palm of his hand, he curled back the little flap of skin protecting her clitoris. Zayne leaned forward, nudging it with the tip of his finger. Bella sighed, and spread her legs further apart.

With one of his hands busy stroking her, he pulled open the second bottle of serum with his teeth. He tipped it, as slowly as possible, until one tiny drop fell out onto her exposed clit. The reaction was instantaneous – her body expanded, faster than Zayne had ever seen before. Panicked, he rolled back onto his heels, and without thinking let go of the bottle. Its contents spilled out onto her pelvis, and came trickling down into the folds of her pussy. Bella crowed, surging larger, and in the space of a few seconds shot up nearly a foot in height. Zayne had to scurry out of the way or be trapped beneath her girth. Moments later, he found himself safe, but pressed far more firmly against her crotch than he had ever planned to be.

There were worse things than having to revise your plans.

Zayne took stock of the situation. Bella was humongous, with legs that were each as big around as his entire torso. Ten minutes earlier, he would have said that it was physically impossible for her to become any more attractive than she already had been. He would have been wrong. Bella's hips curved out like the foothills at the base of some great mountain range, collapsing back into a waist that was incredibly, and alluringly narrow compared to the rest of her body. Her breasts were easily the size of beach balls. They were undoubtably heavy, and yet she seemed able to suspend them, weightless, perhaps through sheer force of will. There was not a single square inch of her body that could be described as anything less than perfect.

But best of all was her face. Its features hadn't changed in the slightest, from four foot nine to now close to ten feet tall. She still had the same sharp jawline, cute little ears and upturned nose. And most importantly, the same sparkle to her eyes. It was the same face that had first ensnared him, on that day that now seemed so long ago. And it was the face that, even if he never saw her again after tonight, he would remember for the rest of his life.

As he watched, an expression of impetuousness came over that face. “You're making me wait again,” said prodded him, her voice rumbling like thunder. “Don't.” Zayne saw in her eyes the purest essence of lust, combined with a depth of desire that took his breath away. He considered briefly how she must be feeling right now. What must it be like, to be so huge, so powerful? And, he remembered, to have such an unreasonably potent aphrodisiac coursing through your veins. In that condition, any further delay of her gratification was nothing less than sheer torture.

He leaned forward, and without hesitation sank two fingers inside her. She let out a deep, guttural moan, her face twisting in beautiful agony. With each thrust Bella's juices were spilling out of her in thick rivulets, a deluge of sweet-smelling perfume running down her thighs. Her scent was starting to get to him again – it was just so...so.... As in his dream, he found only one word that could possibly describe it – delicious! He told her so.

“Really? Delicious?” she said mischievously, pursing her lips. “Well then, you wouldn't mind having a taste....” Bella reached out, her hand gripping the back of his head, and pulled him face down into her soaking pussy. Zayne choked, surprised, but quickly recovered. Her fragrance was like some incredible drug, and the more of it he inhaled, the more he was overcome by the feeling that he could do no wrong. He started to eat her out with wild abandon, licking her slit from top to bottom and trying his best to swallow every drop.

His nose brushed against some sort of large protrusion, and it took him a moment to realize that it was her clitoris. The little bulb had suffered a direct hit when he had poured the drug on her, and this had apparently caused it to balloon up to three times its previous size. It was now roughly the size of an over-ripened grape, and as he watched, he could see it twitch in time with her pulse. Smirking, he wrapped his lips around it and began to hum as hard as he could.

Bella wailed at the top of her lungs, and came. In the midst of her climax Zayne slipped his entire hand inside her pussy, feeling her spasm against him, and pressed his fingertips hard into her g-spot. This sent her spiraling helplessly into yet another shrieking orgasm. Again and again she came, a torrent of juices spraying from her as Zayne hung on for dear life.

Several long minutes later, Bella at last started to calm down. She lay recumbent on the floor, still gasping for air while sweat dripped from her face. Zayne stood, wiping her from his chin, and looked to see what time it was.

Almost five in the morning. How much longer until Palladian began their investigation? A few precious hours – and very shortly thereafter they would know his girlfriend was the culprit. Certainly, he would have to be the one to go in tomorrow and explain the situation to them – Bella couldn't go outside in this condition. He wondered what their reaction would be...disbelief? Rage? Who could say?

There was a sudden rustling behind him, and Zayne turned to see Bella picking up his backpack. Before he could stop her she had upended it, and the dozen or so remaining vials tumbled out onto her stomach. Grinning at him insanely, she brought her fist down and shattered each container in quick succession. The material splashed out onto her, disappearing a moment later as it was absorbed into her body. She casually brushed the shards of broken glass away, none of them able to penetrate her thick skin, and turned to look at him. “And that should be the end of THAT,” she told him, a self-satisfied expression on her face. “Now, there was something else I needed to take care of...what was it?

Moving faster than he would have thought her capable of, Bella darted forward and grabbed him under the armpits. “Ah yes, my Zayne-y,” she growled. “How could I ever have forgotten?” As if he didn't weigh anything at all, she picked him up off the ground. Licking her lips hungrily, she raised him until his manhood was inches from her face. “Hey you, remember me?” she whispered sensually. “You were very rude to me earlier, weren't you? I told you that, one way or another, I was going to eat every little bit of you. Well guess what? Now I'm bigger, and stronger, and you're MINE.” She drew him closer and, opening wide, took his length into her mouth.

For a moment she simply held him there, letting her hot saliva dribble all over his cock. Shifting her grip on him, she placed one of her gigantic hands on his back, while the other came down to support his butt. This was far more comfortable, and Zayne lay back, relaxing in her arms. With the faintest motion of her wrists she began to thrust him in and out of her, slowly devouring him from tip to base. At her new size Bella had no problem handling his entire length. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against his member was absolute euphoria, and when she brought her tongue into play he thought he would lose it right there. Summoning up all of his self-control he clenched his eyes shut and grabbed hold of her hair to steady himself.

In the midst of this rapture, he realized that Bella was growing again. It hadn't taken long at all for the final, climactic dose of serum to have its effects on her. Zayne could feel her fingers stretching out along his back, could hear the floorboards creek beneath them in protest as she expanded. Even from a sitting position, it seemed to him that the room was rapidly becoming far too small to contain her. And her growth only seemed to be accelerating!

Bella was loving every second of it. With every inch of height she seemed to become more amorous, more dedicated to squeezing every possible ounce of pleasure from him. Zayne's voice came out as hoarse moan, his vision was getting blurry. She was moving faster, taking him in deeper, and deeper. It was too much – he was going to pass out again. Suddenly, Bella pressed him tight against her, and swallowed both his dick and balls down her throat. For an instant the dark room appeared to explode with a brilliant, orange light, as if someone had ignited a thousand flickering candles. Screeching her name, the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced racked his body. Through it all Bella was there, cradling him as she softly cooed to him.

When it had finally passed, she spread herself out on the floor and rested him on her chest. He lay there, quiescent, while a few aftershocks continued to shoot through his body. She wrapped her arms around him, and he curled himself up into a ball, like a happy little kitten. What they had just experienced, the peaks of sexual nirvana they had given to each other, could not be denied. But to Zayne, nothing could ever compare to this moment. Bella had satisfied his every desire – mind, body, and soul. And without her having to tell him so, he knew that he had done the same for her.

From far off in this distance there came a noise, intruding on their serenity. Zayne tried to will it away. The noise was a high-pitched, repetitive whine, and it seemed to be getting louder. Surely the universe could not be so cruel. He closed his eyes, ignoring it as best he could, but the sound was closer now. And then, confirming his worst fears, red and blue lights began to filter in through the living room curtains.

Neither of them spoke. This was definitely not part of their plan.

Bella hugged him, and turning over, he hugged her back as best as he could. They looked at each other sadly. Silent words seemed to pass between them, almost a form of telepathy. Crawling up to her face, he gave the love of his life one last kiss, and then rolled off her gargantuan form. He was retrieving his pants when they started banging on the door. Zayne covered himself, and solemnly answered it.


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The final chapter of Four Types of Reactions will be posted on Sunday.

[gammera1976]

The police is in for a BIG surprise!

[kuenbu]

Damn. Once again. Great story telling. Can't wait to see how this wraps up.

[SinisterTwin]

This just continues to get better and better, and I'm really looking forward to the final chapter.

I hate for the Grammar Nazi to resurface but I spotted an error again.

“Why am I just NOW find out about this talent of yours?” she murmured, as he pressed his thumbs into the tender flesh at the nape of her neck.

'find' should be 'finding'.

[pseudoclever]

Epilogue

After hours of meticulous work, he was finally done. The man leaned back in his wicker chair, appraising the paper in front of him critically. It was good. Very good, in fact ? one of the first times he had ever succeeded at drawing a landscape that was up to his impossibly high standards. A wide expanse of sandy beach stretched out on the page, dotted here and there by palm trees bending in the gentle evening's breeze. Waves were breaking along the shore, topped with frothy white crests, and the fiery ball of the setting sun hung just above the horizon off in the distance.

Zayne was especially proud of some of the minor details he had added. The sand was a darker, wet color along the shoreline, suggesting that the tide was going out. A number of tiny animal footprints could be seen by the careful eye. His favorite part of the drawing, however, was its subject. There was a girl, a beautiful girl, standing in the foreground. She wore a strange, enigmatic smile, and little else. From the staging, it was impossible to tell whether she was very close to the observer, or alternatively, very large. This was how he had been drawing her lately, and to those that knew him best the implication was clear: Bella's size, despite being her most striking feature, was unimportant.

As he studied his work, a strange feeling was growing in the back of his mind. Something wasn't quite right with the picture, and he couldn't figure out what it could be. He sensed that it had something to do with the depiction of his girlfriend, some minor inconsistency between the page and reality. But that had never happened to him before, not with her. By now, drawing Bella was second nature to him. It was how he had spent nearly all his leisure time since he had met her, and that was almost.... He thought for a moment, counting backward.

Six months. Six months since he had met the girl of his dreams, and almost that long since her name had been known in every corner of the civilized world. It hadn't taken the media long to pick up on the story, of course. And who could blame them? The headlines practically wrote themselves. ?New Drug Causes Massive Female Growth.? ?Twelve Foot Woman Tried for Grand Larceny.? ?Big Bella Begs for Benevolence.? That was the worst ? 'Big Bella.' Cable news especially seemed fond of that hackneyed bit of alliteration, and unfortunately the nickname had stuck.

On that night so long ago, the police had responded to an apparent domestic disturbance complaint. The officer, describing Bella's height as ?suspicious,? had made the decision to detain her while an investigation was performed. There was no specific law against being a giantess, but it hadn't taken the police long to connect the dots with Palladian. Initially the company hadn't wanted to press charges ? as Zayne and Bella suspected, they would rather have kept the whole sorry affair away from the public eye. Unfortunately for all involved, word got around about the giant woman living in the county jail. And since the events that had led to her being there were a matter of the utmost secrecy, virtually everyone knew about them almost immediately.

Palladian couldn't afford to have it be known that they had let theft of their flagship drug go unanswered. Reluctantly, they went to trial. For weeks the story had been all over the tabloids, and every day the court was packed with people wanting to catch a glimpse of Big Bella. The company brought in experts to testify about the astronomical cost of producing PT-2715, and the immeasurable damage their public image was suffering as a result of her overdose. Her lawyer countered with a Theoretical Psychologist, who discussed the effects a sudden influx of size and power would have on the human mind. There had been a tearfully confession of guilt from Bella herself, by reason of temporary insanity, from a specially built witness stand.

Then a funny thing happened. The trial had been going nowhere for quite some time, not because of any doubts about the inevitable verdict, but because no one was quite sure what they would DO with her once she was found guilty. In the meantime, Palladian had conducted a series of public opinion polls. People, it seemed, were sympathetic toward Bella and her unnamed lover, especially after it had been revealed that her first exposure to the drug was accidental, and that she had previously been well under five feet tall. The company, by and large, was seen as heartless and cruel for pressing this lawsuit against her. In addition, there was a tremendous amount of excitement about the idea that it was POSSIBLE for a human being to grow to be so tall. Thereafter, the opinion polling became market research.

After some amount of haggling, Palladian worked out a plea bargain with Bella and her lawyer. The company would drop all charges. Bella would be rehired, in a slightly altered capacity ? she was to be their new spokesmodel for PT-2715. It seemed on the surface to be quite a generous offer, until they got down to brass tacks. The first salary offer was exceptionally low, reflecting, they said, the fact that they were rescuing her from prison with this deal.

Much to their chagrin, Bella had an excellent grasp of the situation. Her face had been on every paper in the country for months ? ?...free advertising, and ready-made product identification,? she had explained smugly. She made a counter-offer that would have been enough to bankrupt a small country. Palladian had fought back indignantly, their representatives pounding fists on tables and asking how she was looking forward to twenty-five years of bread and water and cold showers. It was difficult to intimidate Bella. In the end, they had no choice but to give in to her demands.

And so her soap opera tale came to a close. Bella did her publicity shots, as well as a handful of appearances on the late night chat show circuit. Palladian had decided to rebrand the drug, selling a watered down version under the new moniker ?Expandzz: For Female Enhancement.?? By adding the phrase ?Not intended to treat, diagnose, or cure any illness? to the packaging, they were able to bypass the long, expensive FDA approval process. It was, to use an obvious pun, a big seller.

Meanwhile Zayne, who had largely been a spectator to these proceedings, had been busy himself. He had been fired from Palladian almost as an afterthought, and with his girlfriend behind bars he found himself with quite a lot of spare time. The first thing he did was update his portfolio, which had lain neglected since he had graduated college. Next, he mailed out a handful of his drawings to various art publications. To no one's surprise, the local magazine Full Circle picked up his work immediately. It came as a bit of a shock when Smithsonian and Art in America did the same. The pictures were all of Bella, and so thanks to some lucky timing with her court appearance, she was somewhat in vogue at the moment. He was only glad he had used a pseudonym and a post office box return address, allowing his identity to remain a secret.

With Palladian ramping up their ad campaign for Expandzz, they had an opening for a Graphic Designer. Zayne applied and, despite his dubious history with the company, was hired. Bella assured him that she hadn't pulled any strings here ? he'd won the job because his work was head and shoulders above the other applicants. The position mostly involved doing concepts and print ad layouts ? boring stuff. The pay was reasonable however, and he could do it from anywhere in the world.

?Hey, handsome.?

Zayne looked up, jolted from his daydream by the lilting female voice. The sound had come from the window, but when he turned no one was there. He smirked, and continued to watch. A moment later Bella's rose into view. ?There she is!? he called. She laughed, and dropped down again. ?There she goes!?

Once more she lifted herself up to his second story window. It had taken the valiant efforts of three architects to support this habit of hers. When she had first done her pull-ups in this manner, she'd ripped the entire western wall off his study. Money wasn't really an object for them anymore, and Zayne was amused when she came to visit him this way. And so they had paid to reinforce the house to take her weight.

?It's almost time,? she told him, only the faintest hint of exertion in her voice. ?Are you ready??

?Yeah,? he answered. ?I'll be down in a minute. But first, check this out.? Zayne carried his sketchbook over to the window, and held it up for her to see.

Bella looked at it for a long time, frowning. ?It's nice, hunnie. I mean seriously...wow. But you forgot something.?

?I KNOW!? he sighed, exasperated. ?I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes trying to figure out what it could be.?

She shot him a feline grin. ?Want a hint??

?Please.?

Shifting her grip on the windowsill, Bella released one of her hands until she was holding herself up with one arm. She raised the other, and wagged her fingers at him. Zayne slapped himself on the forehead. ?Of course! Well, it was such a recent addition.?

?It's not like it's easy to miss or anything,? she replied.

?You're not mad are you?? he asked, hunched over his desk as he added in the missing detail.

?Of course not. Now come on, if you don't hurry we're going to miss it.?

Zayne tossed his pencil away, the drawing now complete, and jogged down the stairs. He opened the door, and walked out onto their beach. It was a beautiful evening on the island. The sea was smooth like a pane of glass, and it carried a cool breeze that helped to alleviate some of the day's humidity. High above, the night's first stars were beginning to show themselves, dim pinpricks of light against the purple-blue sky. He wondered if she would be interested in watching for satellites with him once it became fully dark. Unless, of course, she had other plans for their night together.

Bella was waiting for him at the water's edge. He found it so easy to forget her immensity when she wasn't around. In his mind's eye she would often shrink to more reasonable proportions, but each time he saw her, the memories would come flooding back. He sauntered over to stand beside her. She was almost exactly twice as tall as him, putting the top of his head just beneath the flair of her waist. At this height a certain part of her body was perfectly level with his face ? a fact they had taken advantage of on a number of occasions.

She crouched down, smiling at him with the soft adoring expression he had come to know so well. There could be no doubt, when he looked into those eyes, that she loved him. There was a bond between them that could never be broken ? no experiment required to verify it.

?Any second now. You better get up here.?

Bella lowered her right hand, offering it to him. He stared at it for a moment, amazed that he could ever have forgotten the engagement ring that she wore there. It had taken him weeks to find a jeweler who was willing to try and make one large enough to fit her, and weeks more for the perfect moment to arrive to pop the question. The gem was enormous, the size of a monkey's fist. It was also a fake. Zayne had told her as much, reminding her of her fondness for synthetics. But she had only laughed, and replied, in a sickeningly sweet tone: ?You are the only treasure I need.?

Zayne took her hand, and she lifted him into her arms. She kissed him tenderly. And then Bella raised him high onto her shoulders, and together they watched the sun as it sank slowly into the ocean.

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Thank you for reading. This was the largest writing project I have ever undertaken, and I only hope that I've managed to bring something memorable to the community.

That being said, let me ask for something from you guys. With every story I've written, with each chapter I post, I'm trying to learn something. And so, as much as I love all the positive feedback (seriously, it makes all the effort to write this stuff worthwhile,) I would like to ask - what DIDN'T you like about this story?

I mean, really. Imagine you had just paid $25 for a hardcover copy of this as a book. What would you say about it? Where did it succeed, where did it fail?

Examples:
- The chapters were too long.
- Not enough growth description.
- Would rather have seen (insert genre type here.)

Anything - and everything - you say here will help make the next story that much better. Thank you again. Until next time.

~pseudoclever

[gammera1976]

I have no complaints. All in all, it was great. And the ending was absolutely perfect for the story.

[Snotling]

I would love to see this illustrated.

[Noxshade]

MiniGTS and slow growth, my two favorites!

[qzar9999]

"...because his work was head and shoulders above the competition..."

Yeah. Since it was pictures of Bella, LITERALLY. *rimshot*

And "Big Bella." Heh. Makes me think of the term "Big Bertha," as applied to massive artillery. Then again I guess Bella does have two big guns. *rimshot* Alright, I'll stop.

And what would I say if I'd paid $25 for a hardcover book of this? "SHIT! That was pretty damn short for $25!" On a more serious note, I mean, you've got teh s3xiness down to an art. Maybe--maybe--it could use a little more clothes-bursting growth, and you still make a few spelling/grammar errors here and there. Other than that I don't really have much in the way of criticism.

[Beetlebomb]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Maybe--maybe--it could use a little more clothes-bursting growth.

I'd like to just point out that slow growth material tends to not have clothes ripping/bursting. It would ruin the whole idea of slow growth ^^(in my opinion of course).

On topic though, great work Pseudo. Like I've said to you many times before, I absolutely love this story.

If I was paying 25 dollars for this, I would agree with qzar9999 in terms of that it's a bit short for that much money.

Also, I feel the story developed triumphantly in comparison to all the other stories out there in the genre, but I do feel like it was lacking some real hard-earned sexual action. You included the growth that went along with Bella's heart beat, and that was by far the hottest scene in the story, but it left me craving more as the story went on, but I felt that it never came. Every time she grew after that moment almost wasn't even there in my mind because I wanted to have that same peak of excitement that I was experiencing when that previous scene was running through my head.

Of course this is all just being a critic. You've created a top notch story, and I truly hope we will see more from you very soon. Like I said on Giantess City, If you'd like to hear some ideas I've got written down for new stories, let me know. They can only help spark new ideas!

Have a good one, my friend, and thanks A LOT once again.

--Beetle