[pseudoclever]

A problem that I often have with my stories is that I tend to go, shall we say, a bit overboard on the last chapter. You have my most sarcastic apologies. I'll gladly field any complaints about this matter...though I doubt there'll be many of those.



7.


I could've spent the rest of the night, looking down at Timothy from on high, studying that strange expression on his face. Or, to be proper about it, the TWO expressions that wrestled there. One was fear ? that was obvious enough. The other...it was difficult to nail down...nuanced. Not lust, not desire, though there were certainly elements of those. Hope? Yeah, perhaps that was closer, but still not quite right. These two expressions battled, seemed to fight for dominance, neither claiming victory, like the wavering arms of two equally matched opponents in some great contest of strength.

I needed to capture one of these emotions, to banish the other. And so, I waited. Until the very moment that look of nuance grew strongest.

It came. I acted.

The whole time I'd been smiling down at him, smirking really, my expression almost hungry. Now I let this grin widen, lose its teeth, grow suddenly warmer. Winking down at little Timothy, I slowly extended my arms into the air, tenting fingers in an enormous cat stretch. ?Alright then, no sense wasting any more time. I'm going to get bigger for you Timothy...because it's what you want. Just like I told you sweetie. Tonight, wishes DO come true.? I laughed, making the sound come out high, girlish. ?In fact honey, to be perfectly honest about it, I'd probably want to grow even if you'd asked me NOT to at this point. So go ahead. Hand me that bottle. And we'll get started.?

My body moving sensuously, I began to sit up, reaching.

The final conflict burst on his face in less than a millisecond, and then there was only one.

?Wait!? Timothy shouted, putting his doll-sized hand on my abdomen. After considering whether I wanted to push him out of the way and just TAKE the goddamn bottle, I decided to keep leading him down the garden path. I waited. ?Not like that.?

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him my best 'displeased au pair' look. ?How then??

?Like this,? he growled.

Slowly he sank to his knees, began to lower the bottle. Down. Down, past the valley of my midriff. Down, below the soft mound where my legs came together. Until I finally lost sight of it.

I cleared my throat. ?You aren't really going to....?

?Yup.?

?Do you think that's wise??

?Nope.?

I felt something start to press against my still-aching sex. Something cold, and round, and plastic. Timothy leaned forward, grinning wider than ever, applied the lightest possible pressure. I was still soaking wet from my previous adventures, and the bottle slid easily inside me (not quite a 'hot dog down a hallway' thing you understand, but maybe more of a 'mac truck through the Holland tunnel' kind of deal.) Sighing in delight, I leaned back, let him push the makeshift dildo in further. The backdraft from between my loins was immediate and shocking...three seconds, and I was once again in full burn.

And speaking of burn, there was another heat, a different kind, a kind with an accompanying element of pins and needles welling up from the very center of me. There must have been a trace of elixir on the lip of the bottle, I reasoned, in the split second before reason was no longer possible. I moaned, feeling that familiar stretching itch between my joints, the sudden rush of power. And before I knew what was happening I had surged upward...by four whole inches.

The spurt was over in less than a second. I'd growth that much, that fast, from a single drop!

None of this had been lost on Timothy. ?Wow,? he said, slack-jawed, gawking.

?Mmm,? I replied, dreamily. Smirking, I began to slowly rock my hips forward, slipping the bottle in a bit deeper. ?I'm about to get a way, WAY bigger, aren't I?? Another tiny thrust. Another half inch of the bottle slid inside me. ?Are you excited, Timothy? I know I am.?

He only stood there, staring with those saucer eyes. He seemed to have become a bit apprehensive again. ?O...kay. Reconsidering over here. Maybe you were right, and this ISN'T such a good idea. Why don't we, ah....?

?Just think of it, baby,? I groaned, ignoring him. My own battle had just ended ? carnal desire, by knockout, in four rounds. ?As soon as you squeeze that bottle, I'll start growing for you again. You saw how fast, how BIG I grew, from just one little drop? Imagine what'll happen when you give me a whoooole lot more! Come on baby, do it. Do it now...pleeease??

Besides my voice, the only sound in the room was the soft, lecherous suction of the bottle going in, out, in again. That, and the clearly audible thumping of Timothy's heart ? not just doing a mile a minute, but apparently trying to set the new land speed record.

?Oh my God, I'm about to get SO BIG for you, Timothy. Do you have ANY idea how HOT that makes me? Mmm, I might come just THINKING about it. I'll grow, and grow, and groooow. Soon you'll only be as tall as my hip...my knee...and maybe, just maybe....? Here my voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial whisper. ?...I'll keep growing until you fit in the palm of my hand. Would you like that sweetie?? I laughed. ?You'd have to work SO much harder to please me if I got THAT big, wouldn't you little guy??

He only continued to watch, his expression equal parts horror and mad raving desire.

?What's the matter Timothy?? I asked, my voice thick and honey-suckle sweet, with just the faintest twinge of impatience. ?You aren't squeezing. Don't you want to fill me up with my special drink, so I can GROW for you again? Well, that's okay...I'm a big girl...a VERY big girl...and I can take care of these things...myself.?

Before he could decode my cryptic statement and react, I gave my inner muscles a good, hard flex. I felt the bottle crumple, and a thin stream of liquid splashed out deep inside me. I cried once, in shock, as the icy substance hit my most sensitive areas. But almost immediately the cold was gone, replaced by a neon pink burning, a deep thrumming from the spot beneath my navel. Timothy gasped, tried to scramble backward ? too slow. My body EXPLODED outward, slamming into his chest, throwing him across the room.

I'd like to tell you I hoped he was okay. But in that moment, I was too far gone to even care.

I had grown an entire foot before I had time to realize what was happening. The second foot came just as fast, but this time I was aware enough to enjoy it, to watch the room shrink around me, to feel the sliding friction of the bench against my backside as I grew. It was like riding an incredibly fast roller coaster, one that has come to the bottom of its first hill, is now rocketing up the second, pressing you back into your seat. My head spun. My body shook.

And still I was growing! I began to touch myself, my breath coming in ragged, broken gasps, wanting to actually FEEL myself increase. Abs, arms, chest...I drew my fingers over anything and everything they could reach. And no matter where they touched, I could feel it...my body getting stronger...curvier...BIGGER.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Timothy gingerly dragging himself to his feet. He didn't seem to be hurt, was only rubbing a small red mark on the side of his butt. Without even thinking about it I grabbed him ? with one giant, powerful hand ? and pressed him face down between my softly swelling breasts.

?Well HELLO there,? I crowed, peering down into his terror-stricken face. ?Looks like, once again, you get what you wanted. So tell me, Timothy...am I everything you hoped I would be??

I gave him five full seconds, but all he could manage was a senseless opening and shutting of his mouth, the kind of thing a fish does when you slap it down on dry land. In those five seconds I watched, as he slowly shrank smaller against my titanic frame. Timothy now stretched only from the base of my chin, to a spot some three inches above the top of my womanhood.

?You're not saying anything,? I pouted. ?You must be disappointed. Because I'm still not big enough for you? Yes, that MUST be it. Well, we can fix that, can't we??

Using one hand to keep him flush against my chest I sat up, blindly groping for the bottle. In a few seconds I found it, and held it up for him to see. ?Well, lookie what I have here! Gosh, I don't know about this Timmy. But if you REALLY think I'm still too small...I bet I could use this to grow a few more inches. Or feet, te-he!? I paused, shaking the miniscule bottle at him, peering down into his eyes with a look of barely suppressed greed. ?Should I??

Once again he opened his mouth to speak, and once again no sound came out. But then, I saw something wonderful ? the beginnings of a smile at the edge of his lips. And then, just once, he nodded.

?Mmm...good choice, little man.? With that, I slowly lowered the bottle, pinching it between enormous thumb and forefinger, and gently inserted it into my overstimulated sex. ?I hope you're ready Timothy,? I whispered, between tiny grunts and growls of pleasure. ?....because here...I...GROW.?

I squeezed.

Almost instantly I felt it happen. No heat, no tingling. Just pure, unadulterated GROWTH. Thirteen feet...fourteen. The bench groaned beneath my weight, the ceiling seemed to rush down to meet me. I screamed, thrusting madly, plunging the increasingly tiny bottle deep inside myself over and over again as a molten cocktail of elixir and my own juices splashed everywhere. It felt like I was literally burning! Now Timothy reached only from the center of my chest to my navel, and even the little rhythmic squirming motions he was making against my stomach were so pleasurable that I thought I might explode. Then I realized, through the delirium haze of growth ecstasy, what those motions were: he was dry humping me.

?Oh my God sweetie!? my voice boomed. ?I've been neglecting you, haven't I?? As gently as I could I lifted him, held him up, gave him a huge, sloppy kiss with a mouth bigger than his whole face. He kissed me back the best he could, his miniature tongue pressing against my lips, swirling, prodding, tasting. Still swelling larger I attempted to return the favor, ended up licking the entire side of his face. ?I'm SO sorry I left you hanging like that, little guy,? I cooed, speaking through our kiss. ?It was mean and insensitive and...oh, why don't you just let me make it up to you.?

I carefully set him back between my breasts, this time turning him face up. His manhood stuck proudly out before him, like a wooden stake driven into hard earth. I had to remind myself that, for his size, he was pretty damn well-endowed. From my perspective though, his dick was practically teensy ? much, much smaller than even my littlest finger.

?Comfortable down there baby?? I asked, briefly pressing my breasts together around him, surrounding his entire upper body with their softness. Boob-hug, I thought, and smiled.

?Mmm-hmm,? he replied, clearly on cloud nine.

?Good. Now...let's see what I can do...about this.?

Gently, oh so gently, I began to stroke his length with the tip of my pinky finger. My touch was feather-light, the way you might pet a sleeping kitten if you don't want to wake it. I had grown so large that the ridges of my fingerprints came into play, adding a new, slightly rough texture to his experience. I think it worked for him. Timothy's body gave a little spasm, and he moaned at the top of his lungs, thrusting forward to meet my touch.

?Oh, you don't have to do that honey,? I whispered, stroking him just the tiniest bit harder. ?I know it feels good...so very very good, when Goddess Allison touches you like that. But relax. You just lie there, and let this giant girl take care of everything. Just think how easy it's going to be, for me to get you off...when I'm this much bigger than you. God, I must be more than fifteen feet tall! And every single inch...is all for you, Timothy.? Slowly I was increasing the intensity, building him to it, getting ready for him to cum his brains out all over my fingertips.

But then I had one hell of a flash of inspiration. And with it, I grinned wickedly.

Still stroking his tiny cock, I pulled the bottle of elixir out from the soaked place between my thighs, held it above him.

?You know...I would really, REALLY like to have you inside me little guy. The problem is, well, just that: you're too much of a LITTLE guy.? He groaned, even in the throes of passion not appreciating jokes at the expense of his manhood. ?Don't worry, don't worry!? I laughed. ?Because...well...just watch.?

Smirking down at him, I turned the bottle over, and squeezed. A long stream of it sprayed directly onto his dick.

?THERE you go sweetie,? I purred, speaking over his ear-splitting cry of pleasure as the elixir instantly doubled his sensitivity. ?Soon YOU'LL be big too...or at least a PART of you will. The best part. Mmm, and speaking of bigger...that sounds like a very, VERY good idea right now.?

Once more I thrust the bottle inside me, gave myself another dose. Two seconds later Timothy and I were growing together, my body lengthening right along with his cock. I guessed he was up to nine or ten inches already, but with how fast my own height was increasing, it was hard to be sure.

?Yes...oh yes, swell up for me baby,? I groaned, growing larger myself with each passing second. Now he was actually big enough that I could wrap my whole hand around it without fear hurting him, and I took full advantage of his fact. Slowly, deliberately, I began to jack him off, feeling him swell around my fingers with each and every thrust.

?Aww, you're getting pretty big down there sweetie,? I moaned, now stroking him faster than ever. ?But you're going to have to be a WHOLE LOT bigger than that to take care of a girl like me. Especially since I'M growing, too. So...take your medicine for me. There's a good little guy.? I pulled my hand away, long enough to give him another splash from the bottle. Immediately his growth accelerated. His balls grew, his shaft lengthened. All the while I continued to swirl my thumb around that most sensitive part, the little spot just beneath his head, watching hungrily as his manhood expanded.

?Get bigger for me, come on. That's it...AH! Good boy. SO good. Oh, you're getting so big that...I'm sure you won't mind...if I grow...just a bit more, too? You don't, do you?? Not waiting for him to answer, if it had even been physically possible for him to do so, I held the elixir some three feet over my womanhood, inverted it, let it drizzle down like a waterfall to coat my pussy. With a cracked cry of delight I once again began to grow...surging, swelling, while my body quivered with an earthquake of pleasure.

I was approaching twenty feet tall now, almost too big to fit in this teeny-tiny locker room, and much too big to do anything like sitting up. Holding my little man carefully I slipped off the bench, spread out on the floor. Timothy's entire body was small enough now to fit snuggly between my gargantuan breasts. But the part of him that mattered...it looked big again. Almost big enough to be intimidating.

I gave him one more dose for good measure, running my fingers up and down his dick as it grew. He looked absolutely ridiculous, a man with a penis three quarters the length of his legs. But in that moment, as his manhood continued to creep out in front of him, and as I welcomed every new inch into the world with a soft caress or a hard squeeze...I think he might've been the happiest guy that ever lived.

At long last I decided he was ready. I lifted him from my chest, set him between my legs. He wobbled, would've collapsed under the weight of his colossal cock had I not caught him, got himself in position.

And paused.

There's a certain look that men and women share, in this most sacred and magical of moments. Before the first time, I mean. Do you know it? Even in THIS moment, strange as it was, we had ours. For that instant, that mote-in-God's-eye nothing bit of eternity, everything else was forgotten. I was Allison. He was Tim. And we were about to make love for the first time.

He smiled. I nodded. And then he was entering me, sliding in slowly, an inch at a time. For him, that meant it was more than half a minute before he was in up to the hilt. In all that time I had only a single moan, one that started soft and low, grew, deepened, became a shriek. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but he was filling me up! Actually filling me, a girl almost four times his size! And with a shock I realized ? he might even be too big for me!

After this it became difficult to pick out any individual event, to find any kind of continuity. Reality was just a shifting series of slide show images.

He was thrusting, over and over, as hard as he could. I was moving with him, grinding, holding one enormous hand protectively behind his back so an untimely buck of my hips wouldn't send him flying.

My love juices were pouring out all over him in a deluge, coating him from shin to chin with the slippery substance. He began to slide his entire body back and forth along my outer lips and inner thighs, like some frictionless, animate sex toy.

He was running both hands along the rim of my apple-sized clit, and the pleasure this brought caused black curtains to creep in at the edge of my vision. I gasped, gulping down huge mouthfuls of oxygen, and eventually this passed.

I felt myself pulsing, streaming out, coming again and again. Not just having multiple orgasms, but having multiple orgasms SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Then, just when I thought I might die, literally die if this went on much longer, the end came. Tim pushed himself up on tiptoe, getting every single bit of his considerable length inside me, filling me to overflowing. His head pressed savage hard against my g-spot. The pressure built, and built, and BUILT. Until finally, it could only burst.

And with that, we came.

As usually seems to happen, there was a long moment of silence after that. Long enough for both of us to catch our breath (it took longer for Timothy; he was the one doing most of the moving after all.) Long enough for me to feel the iron melt out of the part of him that was still in me. And even for a good deal longer after that. I think that we were lost in our own private thoughts, he and I. That, and probably neither of us really wanted this moment to end.

It was Tim who spoke first, his voice rusty with fatigue. ?Hell of a workout.?

?Yeah, but look at all the good it did.? I gestured, from his preposterous new length, to my own nearly twenty-five foot form. ?Imagine a before and after shot of THIS. P90X, eat your heart out.?

He laughed. Gingerly, Tim began the long process of pulling himself out of me ? an awkward maneuver, which once again culminated in me having to save him from falling face-first on his dong. He stood, a hand braced against one of my telephone pole-sized thighs, looked up the long distance into my face. ?So...how long before we go back to normal??

I stared back at him blankly. ?Sorry, I'm not following you.?

His face paled. ?Back to normal. You know.? He spun his hand in front of his face in a 'come on, work with me' gesture. ?When this stuff wears off. Runs out. Bites the big one, and all that. You aren't seriously implying that we're going to spend the rest of our LIVES looking this way.?

It's not easy to conceal a smirk when it's a foot and a half across. ?And if I was??

Tim paused, hand on chin. ?Then...I think I would probably...try to get the Olympic committee to recognize the three-legged race as an official event.? He did a few jumping jacks, setting his better half to bouncing. Even flaccid, it still hung well past his knees. I doubted it would STAY flaccid for much longer though. Not in a room with the most gigantic, most beautiful girl who had ever existed lying naked before him.

Not if he knew what was good for him anyway.

?No, I'm SURE they would be receptive to your arguments,? I shot back, giggling. ?You've got a GREAT ice breaker. Just tell them the story of our first date, and you'll be a shoe-in.?

He stared back at me blankly. ?Sorry...first date? When did anybody say anything about DATING? We screwed like rabbits, sure, but that doesn't mean we're a couple now.?

Now it was MY face going pale. ?It doesn't, but...I just thought that...well I mean...wasn't there something? Some kind of...I don't know, a connection??

?Oh wow...sorry Allison,? Timothy said. He shrugged. You can cut out a person's heart with a shrug, did you know that? ?I thought we were on the same page with this. But, a whirlwind night of sex, even sex as great as that....? Again, that fucking shrug. ?That's not a foundation for a relationship.?

How was it possible to be so big, yet suddenly feel so small?

?No, I get it.? Even to my own ears, my voice sounded a bit too high-pitched to be natural, and I was talking WAY too fast. ?I mean I've liked you for a long time, and I was really impressed at the way you kept up with everything, all the weirdness I mean, plus you're apparently REALLY into the idea of me growing, which is, I don't know, like SUPER cool....? I trailed off, gesturing lamely with arms that were each bigger around than his entire body. ?But yeah. I understand. It's okay.?

Timothy shook his head, slowly turning to look me in the eye...and when he did, he was smirking. ?In order to be dating, technically, one of us would have to ask the other out. It's been awhile for me, but I'm pretty sure that's how it works.?

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to pound his scrawny ass into the ground, then find an appropriately-sized set of dance shoes so I could boogie on his grave.

Instead, I simply rolled my eyes. ?God, who knew you were so old fashioned??

Grinning, Tim ducked under the arch of my knee, came around to stand next to my face. ?Allison, I'd really like to take you out to dinner sometime. Maybe to a movie after, or for a walk in the park. Would you be up for that??

I pretended to think it over. ?I...guess I could check my calendar. How's tomorrow work for you??

?Perfect,? he said, beginning to lean in for a kiss.

?But!? I said, stopping him with a hand to his chest, with a hand the SIZE of his chest. ?After that nasty little trick you just played, you better BELIEVE you're buying. And if I were you, I would pick someplace that serves LARGE portions. Not to mention has high ceilings.?

?Come off it,? he laughed, pushing with both hands against my enormous index finger. He might as well have been singing it 'Happy Birthday' for all the good it was doing. ?I stopped pretending I didn't want to go out with you. Why don't YOU stop pretending that you're still going to be a giantess tomorrow, and that I'M going to be walking around with a shopping basket to hold my cock??

I snorted brief laughter. ?Fine, okay, yeah. It DOES wear off. But see, that doesn't really matter.? Still holding him back, I reached down with my free hand, found the now impossibly tiny bottle, thrust it at him. He took it, a look of confusion on his face.

An expression that was slowly eclipsed by one of dawning understanding.

Tim shook the bottle, letting the liquid inside slosh back and forth. It was still as it would always be. Full.

?So like I said...someplace with high ceilings.?

The hand that had been keeping him at bay now gently pressed into his back, drawing him close, and we had our kiss. As kisses go, this one was only okay ? not spectacular. But...it was a beginning.

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pseudoclever will return in...A Matter of Perspectives

October 2011