[merritstone]

-August 18th-

Tuesday was Measuring Day, and we were starting to make some real progress.
Meg, Mai, and I had been taking a wide variety of potions during the last few weeks, but we always made sure that we were in a neutral state on Tuesdays.

Measuring day began with Mai?s alarm going off in the bedroom. In the kitchen, Meg and I rolled off the pillow we had been sleeping on and marched across the kitchen counter to our measuring station. I had to jog to keep up.

Like most of the things in our life, the ?measuring station? had been hobnailed together. Mai had taped an 18 inch metal ruler to the wall. A notepad with the floor plan of a small house laid next to it. I could see our previous stats written in Mai?s neat, marquee-sized cursive.

The Asian titaness finished with a quick shower and then came bouncing out to greet Meg and myself. As she did, I caught a glimpse of the much larger giantess stumbling into the bathroom.

?Welcome to Measuring Day,? she said as way of greeting.

?We?ve got a special guest for today,? Mai said. She had been holding one hand behind her back. I shot a glance at Meg to see if she knew something I didn?t. She didn?t, so we both waited for the big reveal. The next thing I knew an old familiar face came floating up to join us.

Suzi had come for Measuring Day.

I hadn?t seen the Suzi doll since the rescue. I don't mind telling you that I got a small jump at seeing her now. I watched, mouth agape, as her toes floated down to land on the cabinet.

?This is? weird,? Meg commented.

Meg walked a brief circle around the doll. Held lightly by Mai?s hand, Suzi stood at rigid attention wearing nothing but tattoos and her thigh-high witchy socks. Her hands firmly at her sides. Her enormous tits thrusting off her broad plastic chest. I couldn?t help but notice that her Asian features looked far less ominous than the last time I had seen her.

?I thought it?d be nice to have something to compare yourself to.?

Meg stood and looked up at little Suzi. Her eye level stopped just short of the doll?s over-sized boobs. This was a real sign of progress. Meg now stood 7.5 inches tall. This, I admit, sounds tiny, but you have to appreciate that she had more than doubled in size. Certainly she had been even taller, but those were temporary boosts from various potions. 7.5 inches was her new ?true? height. Three weeks ago she was only 3.

Of course, Meg?s progress was nothing next to mine. We had been a bit more aggressive with my treatments. I had to look up slightly to see Suzi?s black and white striped knee, but I felt huge. Again, I understood that I wouldn?t be trying out for the basketball team anytime soon, but 2.5 inches tall was fully ten times the height had been at the start of the process. I was feeling more and more like a giant every day.

Now, you might be wondering why we can?t simply take potion after potion until we are our proper sizes. Then, once we reached our desired sizes, just keep an extra elixir on our persons at all times and drink more when they start to wear off. In fact, I asked this question and promptly got schooled to the what, where, and how by Meg. Let me share her wisdom with you.

There are two simple reasons this won?t work.

First, even if you ignore the magic, potions are a powerful mixture of chemicals. Too much of any chemical at a time will kill you. That?s just as true for sugar and olive oil as it is for alcohol or arsenic. The most powerful potion Meg could brew might be able to increase our height by a factor of ten? temporarily. So it wasn?t a simple matter quaffing the juice until I was the right size. I?d poison myself long before I broke 4 foot 6.

Second, potions don?t (as a rule) play well with other potions. In fact they often don?t play well with themselves. A second drought of a potion before the first dose wears off can have unexpected results. Sometimes funny. Sometimes disastrous. You had to be careful what you took and how much and when (less so for Mai). As proof of this, we routinely had to take a day or two off to purge the system and start afresh.

Third - I know I said that there was only two, but this part Meg doesn?t admit to - potions are magic and sometimes magic gets a mind of its own. The further you push the boundaries the more likely it is to find a gap in the fence. Free-range magic, in my limited experience, spelled trouble.

Effectively we were trying to restore our original heights and proportions by a controlled abuse of various potions. Our homeostasis had already been broken, now we were trying to re-break it in a desirable way. It was very delicate and potentially dangerous work.

On the bright side, just the experience of trying was bound make Meg into one of the most knowledgeable alchemists there had ever been.

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I sat on the edge of the notepad as Mai?s boat-sized hand scratched the last of Meg and my measurements into the log.

Measuring Day wasn?t over, yet. I?ve only focused on the tiny wanting to be tall. There was also one very large girl who wanted to shrink.

Cassandra was still trying to let the potion effects wear off naturally, but you could tell that she was getting sick of it. She had been steadily reducing both in height and muscle mass, but it certainly wasn?t moving fast enough.

Cassy grabbed the stepladder and placed it next to the wall and then stood ramrod straight beside it. Mai climbed the ladder and marked the wall at the top of Cassy?s head. Even at first glance you could tell that this mark was under the previous two.

Next, Mai grabbed the red and black tape measure off of the back of the doorframe and extended the yellow ribbon down to the floor.

?Seven feet and one half inch,? Mai declared as the tape whipped back into place.

It had been more than a month now and the giant Brazilian still had to duck through doorways (though her shoulders had narrowed enough that at least she no longer needed to turn sideways as well). Slimmer than her once Herculean form, Cassy was still more powerfully built than any female body builder had ever been. Her muscles flexed visibly with every casual motion and she was much, much stronger than she looked. Just ask our increasing collection of broken plates, torn clothes, and damaged appliances.

Cassandra was more than a foot shorter than she had been on the night of the rescue, but that meant that she still had more than a foot and a half to go. Strangely I think it was the weight and bulk of her muscle that got on her nerves the most, she said if made her feel un-feminine. Personally, I disagreed. She looked kind of uber-feminine to me. I couldn?t say if it was my feelings for her that colored my vision, but I thought she looked damn sexy.

I had never really had a thing for muscle bound goddesses before, but I think I was developing one. Like the way I only liked big breasts until I dated my first flat-chested girl. I never lost my love of big boobs, but suddenly I found myself drawn to slender pixie-like waifs, too. Desire can be a rich and ever growing tapestry.

Cassy weighed in this morning somewhere around 450 pounds. She was a tall drink of water, but height alone didn?t explain everything. If Cassy was seven feet tall but otherwise had her normal proportions she should?ve tipped the scales at 270 (thank you Square-Cube Law). She wasn?t fat. Other than her breasts, which had grown a little closer to their previous glory, there wasn?t an ounce of fat on her. That extra 180 pounds was solid muscle.

She was more than strong enough to pick up the couch? when Mai was sitting on it.

To make matters worse, she was getting diminishing returns. She shrank 4.5 inches three weeks ago, 3.5 inches last week, and today she was only down 1.5.

?Damn it,? she muttered under her breath.

Mai stepped up to bat. ?Don?t be like that! I love you being an Amazon.?

?I?m a freak!?

?No,? Mai said. She spun and her hands rushed across the counter top toward Meg and myself. A moment later the two of us were whipping through the air toward Cassy?s titanic frame. Mai held us on a single open palm slightly above her own head. We were about collarbone height to Cassy.

?Meg and Jeff are freaks,? Mai smiled. ?You?re just a little on the tall side.?

Meg and I waved up at Cassandra?s slowly forming smile. Slowly her grin grew broader and giant pearl colored teeth gleamed from behind her lips. Cassandra?s mood kept swinging up and down. Just when you?d think she was coming to terms with her size, she?d suddenly be drop into a depression.

?Wanna swap places,? I hollered up good-naturedly.

?You?re right, of course,? she said. ?I was just being selfish.?

Cassy was going stir crazy. As the only one of us who hadn?t been out of Meg?s apartment since this began, it?d been an entire month since she saw the outside world. At least Meg and I got to get out every once in a while, tucked safely inside Mai?s pocket (and one memorable stroll when I convinced her to let me ride inside her bra).

Fortunately she wasn?t losing it. Cassy was so powerful the whole neighborhood would be in trouble if that was the case. Give her a costume and a bad attitude and Cassy could?ve been a bonifide super-villain. No, at her worst she?d wrap herself up in a blanket and watch TV all day.

On a good day she would strut around the house naked, work on fine-tuning her strength, drag Mai onto the bed and then wear her out in record time. After Mai passed out she might let Meg and I go exploring on her bodyscape. Hell, she might insist on it. Comically, this would only get her turned on again and she?d wind up waking Mai up and putting her back to work. It was either that or ride another of Meg?s dildo?s to the breaking point. Not the most satisfying of options, especially since Cassy had been complaining that they were all way too small.

Try as we might Meg and I were too tiny to be much good to the giantess. At maximum physical output I could only offer her light foreplay (Meg could offer a bit more if she really got into it). I might have finally stood taller than Cassy?s giant (and very sensitive) nipples, but I still couldn?t quite wrap my arms all the way around either one. Cassy?s vagina still looked more like the slender opening to a big pink cave than a part of the female anatomy. Yet another reason I wanted to keep getting bigger.