[Eelskin]

6

Veronica called in sick to work the next day, and I only had a couple of short articles to write, so I finished those as soon as possible and we spent the day cleaning up. We patched up the holes in the wall and ceiling, swept up the drywall, and went out to buy a new bedside table. We were going to get a new bed frame as well, but then we decided against it, opting instead to just have the box spring and mattress resting on the floor.

The next couple of weeks were, in stark contrast to the previous one, absolutely wonderful. The sex we had was mind-blowing; we did things that we didn?t even know were possible, and which hadn?t been possible a month earlier. I tried making her grow sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, sometimes as tall as I possibly could, and sometimes I tried keeping her close to her current height. That never worked. I once measured her at 4.4 metres, though; that was, by far, the biggest she?d ever gotten. We didn?t always have sex; sometimes she would put the bracelet on during a quiet evening of watching TV, and I would just sit in between her thighs, with my head resting on her stomach or breasts. Of course, she wouldn?t grow if I wasn?t paying attention to her? but once it began, it was never a challenge to keep it up. How could it be? She once put it on while I was giving her a back massage, and after a couple of minutes I actually had to get up and walk in order to work on a different part of her body. The more we experimented with the power of the bracelet, the more we came to love it.

And Veronica was happier and more confident, all of the time. Even when she wasn?t wearing the bracelet. This was even better than the sex; just seeing her so much happier was a joy. She laughed more, smiled more, saw her friends more and kissed me more. Which, in turn, made me laugh and smile more. Things were looking up.

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I kissed Veronica good-night and rolled over. She snuggled closer and put her arm around me, pulling me closer to her so she could spoon me. Of course, at our current ratio, it wasn?t really spooning, it was more like enveloping. If I had to guess, I would say she was currently at a little less than 3 metres, and my head nestled comfortably against her breasts. She was dwindling as we lay there, though, which was something I had come to enjoy almost as much as the growth. I savoured the sensation of her arm slowly getting smaller on top of me, and I paid attention to her breathing, how the motion of her chest became less and less pronounced with every undulation. It slowed down dramatically, and I realised that she had fallen asleep almost immediately, still far larger than her normal size. She continued to shrink, though, and I closed my eyes and waited for her to stop.

?David?? Veronica nudged me. I opened my eyes and rolled over. ?Do you hear that??

?Hear what??

?I think there?s someone in my house!?

?Are you sure??

?Listen!?

I listened, and sure enough, I could hear someone speaking. Or? laughing? It was difficult to tell. I turned on the light and stepped out of bed to go and see.

When I got to the kitchen, I turned on the light and there, sitting at the table, was the old man from the flea market, the one who had sold Veronica the bracelet in the first place. There was no one else. I sat down and he grinned a toothless grin at me.

?And how is your woman enjoying her new chair, my friend??

?Her new what??

?I gave your woman a wheelchair. She could not walk without your support, and she purchased this item from me.?

?Of course she could walk.?

He leaned forward. ?Do you know what happens when you desire something?? I shook my head. ?When you desire something, you cannot see anything else. Everything else is secondary. The object of your desire is all-encompassing; it grows until it fills your vision, your thoughts, your memories and your life.?

?What does that even mean?? I asked him, but he didn?t reply to this. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the room. I got up and reached for his arm. ?Hey, how did you get in-? But he moved too quickly and I didn?t catch him. He disappeared into the next room. I followed him and turned on the light, and there was Veronica, sitting on the floor, cross-legged.

She held out her hands and smiled. ?David, help me up.? I took her hands and pulled, but as I did, she swelled outwards and upward. Unfazed, she got annoyed. ?David, come on. Don?t play. Help me up.? I took a step back and pulled her arms. She leaned forward and expanded outward again, at a huge rate. She straightened up again, and although she was sitting on the floor, her face was exactly level with mine. She looked hurt. ?David, why won?t you help me up??

?I can?t. You?re too big.? At this, her eyes widened and she looked as though she were about to cry. ?David!?

As she cried my name, she shot upwards, until her knees were at my eye-level. She sat before me, still cross-legged, still wearing her pyjamas, but towering over me with a painful expression on her face. ?David!? She cried. ?Please help me up!?

?I can?t!? I shouted again, and she released a wail of anguish. I clapped my hands over my ears, and watched with horror as she exploded outward again. She stood up, and as she placed her feet on the ground, I realised that I was not even as tall as her toe. I would have needed a ladder to touch her toenail. She ran away, and I chased after her, but it only took a moment for her to disappear from my view.

I looked around myself and didn?t recognise where I was. To my left was a forest, and to my right was an old, 1950?s-style diner. My stomach growled and I realised that I was extremely hungry, so I went into the diner.

When I walked in the door, I saw that the diner was enormous. It was the size of a football field. A waitress approached me from a great distance, and as she got closer, I could see that she was well over seven feet tall. I looked to my right and there was a woman eating food at the counter, also far, far taller than I was.

?Table for one?? The waitress asked, bored.

?Uh? no. For two.?

?Follow me.?

It seemed like hours that we walked through the diner. The path we took twisted like a maze, and I was sure that if I lost my waitress I would never find my way out again. As I walked behind her, I could see that she was getting bigger. When she asked me what kind of table I wanted, I had come up to her shoulders, but as I walked behind her, I soon only came up to her shoulder blades, then to the small of her back, then to her butt, then to her thighs. I had to sprint to keep up with her. I kept glancing to the left and right, passing my hundreds of people, all squeezed into booths far too small for them. Then I stopped in my tracks. There was Veronica, sitting alone, eating a baked potato, at her normal size.

?Veronica!? I said, and she turned to me. Her eyes widened and she reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me into her, hugging me desperately. I struggled to get free, but she kept squeezing me tighter and tighter. Eventually I yanked myself away and fell backwards, landing on my back, and everything went black.

I felt like I was resting on a mattress, but I was alone and couldn?t see anything around me. I turned to my left and could barely make out, in the gloom, the outlines of furniture. I turned to my right and could see something glowing green out of the corner of my eye. I squinted, and saw that it was a digital clock. Veronica?s digital clock. The glowing numbers read 2:49. I slowly calmed myself down and realised that I had been dreaming, and that I was now awake. But where was Veronica? I turned over to look all around me, and as I propped myself up on my arm, my hand sunk into the mattress in a way that it never had before. Come to think of it, that doesn?t feel like a mattress. It feels like? my mind went numb as I realised that it felt like skin. And that the warmth of it was not my body heat, but Veronica?s. I turned slowly, and my hand sank into her belly button. My entire fist fit inside. I pulled it out with a soft pop.

I had been sleeping on her stomach, and she was big enough that I could stretch out my legs and arms and still be resting on her. I became aware that I had an extremely rigid erection, made even more painful because we had had sex just a few hours before. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see her breasts, each one the size of a dishwasher, slowly and rhythmically moving up and down.

As gently as I could, I climbed down off of her. This is too much, I thought. Her feet pressed against the far wall and her legs were bent at the knees, because she was almost as big as her bedroom. She had never gotten this big. As I watched, I thought I could see her knees bend just a little bit more. My eyes widened. Oh no. I need to get rid of this erection, right now.

I disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the light. As I masturbated, I tried to remember my dream. I know that Veronica was in it, and that we were? in a maze? I can?t quite remember. And someone had broken into her house? I feel like I?m forgetting something terribly important?

I came, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I turned off the light and stood in the bathroom for a moment to allow my eyes to re-adjust to darkness. Once I could see, I stepped back outside and, sure enough, Veronica?s feet were sticking over the edge of the bed but most of her body fit without a problem. I waited several minutes until she was back to her normal size, and gently, carefully, slipped the bracelet off her wrist. In her sleep, she whined softly, but didn?t wake up.

Note to self: Veronica must never go to sleep with the bracelet on again.