Charlie's plans to surprise Helen are close to success. Will he surprise her, or will he be the surprised one?

TODAY

Aoife was at Helen and Charlie’s flat early in the morning. She was wearing a blue cotton dress which highlighted her figure splendidly and which went uncannily well with her pale, freckled skin and red hair. Putting her sunglasses in her purse, she rang the bell and moments later could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door. “Who is it?”, came Helen’s muffled voice from inside the flat. The Irish girl smiled. “You know who it is. Open up, bitch!”

The door swung open, and Aoife made her way in. The door closed behind her, and she turned around to see Helen. “Ok, how much did you grow, b-”

Standing there, in the entry hallway, was a veritable goddess. Aoife was craning her neck up to look at her beautiful face - Helen’s face. Her shoulders looked solid, resting at either side of a graceful neck. Her arms looked powerful, yet sublimely feminine, as did her seemingly endless legs. Her whole body was like the combination of the best features of a voluptuous lingerie model and a high-performance athlete, a combination of softness and sinew, of solid muscle and gentle curves. She was so large. And she was smiling beatifically down at Aoife.

“-itch...”, the Irish lassie’s voice trailed off. After a few seconds, she managed to utter another word. “Goodness.” It was a short while before she could say anything else. “Bloody hell, you look... just... magnificent.”

Helen was giggling. “Why, thank you! You don’t look bad at all, yourself.”

Aoife took a step back. “God”, she said under her breath.

“I think you mean goddess. Bitch.”

That was enough to snap the Irish girl back to reality. “Why, you litt... you big cunt! Just because you tower over me doesn’t mean I’ll just sit and take your attitude. Bitch.” At this, they both laughed. “And why are you naked? Are you flaunting your big boobs? And just why are they so big? And perky! They are perkier than mine, and mine are about a quarter the size!”

“I’m naked ‘cause nothing will fit, silly. I thought that much would be obvious. But now that you mention it, yeah, I kinda LOVE these boobs!”, she exclaimed, running her hands over them. Each breast was bigger than Aoife’s head, and they looked full and heavy, yet seemed immune to gravity. “And check out this ass!” she added, turning around and displaying a round, pert bottom that wouldn’t have been out of place in a hip-hop video - except that it looked perfectly proportional on her big frame.

Aoife’s breath was cut short at the sight, partly due to the exquisiteness of her now taller friend’s ass, partly at the realization that said ass was level with her tummy. After a moment of breathless contemplation, she smiled and gently smacked her bigger friend’s appetizing behind. “OK, OK. You’re insanely hot, I get it”, she said turning around and walking to the living room. “How tall did you say you were, again?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I’ve been alone and I don’t have rulers or measuring tapes close by. My only frame of reference is the furniture, so I knew for certain I was taller, but until I saw you I didn’t know I had gotten this big!” She paused as she came into the living room, while Aoife set down her bag and started rummaging through it. “How tall do you think I am?”, she asked her friend.

The Irish lass kept looking inside her bag, without replying, until s finally her hand shot triumphantly in the air. “Aha! Here it is, a professional shopper’s main tool.” With some flourish she produced a measuring tape. “OK, I have no clue how tall you are, other than ‘very’. So, let’s measure. I’ll need other measurements as well, if I’m going to get you a new wardrobe.” A couple of minutes later, they had affixed the tape to the wall, and the naked Amazon was standing with her back to it while the redhead, standing on a chair, made a note on her smartphone. “Dear Lord”, she whispered.

“How much? Come on! Tell me”, Helen pleaded.

Aoife looked down at her - which, even standing on a chair, wasn’t as much as it sounded. “How tall is Charlie?”, she asked.

“He’s six foot three. Why?”

“You’re an inch taller than him”, confided the redhead.

It took a moment or two for the words to sink in. “Wha- You’re telling me I’m six foot four?!” After Aoife had nodded, she stood there, mouth slightly agape. “But... but I told them to go for five-ten. They told me I could be a bit smaller or a bit taller, but this... I’m taller than Charlie...”

“With those muscles, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were also stronger”, said Aoife, scanning her athletic figure. She didn’t have a six pack, but her tummy was certainly well defined. Her arms and back looked like those of a girl boxer, but more massive given her stature. And she had seen Olympic speed skaters with less powerful-looking legs!

Helen had fallen silent for a few moments, but her face slowly lit up. She smiled, and turned to Aoife. “I’m taller than Charlie! Wow. This is going to be fun! He’s sure to be surprised now!”

The Irish girl was still standing on the chair. “Dead on. Now, come over, I still have some measuring to do, and this is the most important part.” At Helen’s curious glance, she rolled her eyes. “Yer boobs, silly. They’re massive! I don’t think there are many labels out there that make bowling ball carriers the likes you need now. At least not pretty ones”, she added under her breath. She proceeded to measure her with practiced ease, marveling at the utter massiveness of her friend’s breasts. Methodically, she entered the figures she obtained into her smartphone, and after she was done, the central server returned a bra size, as well as a list of shops in the city carrying it. “Well, well. You, madam, are a 38GG size.”

“38GG?!”, Helen repeated, half incredulous, half proud.

“Or 38H, depending on the manufacturer. Lucky for you I know a boutique that sells the sexiest lingerie, and apparently the carry your size. Now, let me finish measuring.”

After a while, measures had been taken, and they gave an incredible picture. Waspish waist at twenty-four inches, which together with her thirty-nine inch hips, gave her an hourglass figure. Legs, fifty inches from hip to heel. Eighty-one inches from fingertip to fingertip with arms stretched. Size ten-and-a-half feet. And her biceps were fifteen inches around - and yet, because of the length of her arms, they didn’t look that massive. “Well, shopping trip? More like a treasure hunt...”, mumbled Aoife. She then turned to her Amazonian friend. “OK, I’ll be back later. At what time is Charlie coming back?”

Helen went to the small notepad she kept on the kitchen counter. “He said he’d be here around seven this evening. Will you have enough time?”

“Hun, I’m very handy with a credit card in a boutique. I’ll be back here at lunchtime, and if yer nice, I might even bring some lunch over - we don’t want you opening the door for the pizza guy dressed like that. He gets a heart attack and you could get sued.” With that, she picked her purse and approached her friend. She still couldn’t get used to being just as tall as her chin... let alone to having her tremendous tits at mouth level. “You really look amazing”, she told her friend.

Helen lowered her face to look her in the eye, and smiled. “So do you”, she said, and gave her a quick peck on the mouth. She then licked her lips, smiled, and winked at her. “Bitch.”

Aoife smiled sexily, turned around, and, sashaying towards the door, looked over her shoulder and said, “Off I go, to buy clothes for me larger-than-life-sized doll! See you in a few hours!” And with that, she was gone.

***

Charlie was enjoying a breakfast of fresh fruit and black coffee, reading the newspaper, which felt almost like a blanket at his current size. He had called Helen a few minutes before, to confirm he would be home around seven in the evening. Now he just had to wait for Dr McCormack and Ms Boudreaux, the girl from PR, to arrive, and enter the last stage of his plans to give his tiny girlfriend the surprise of her life.

He didn’t have to wait long. After a short while, Dr McCormack came into the room followed by a cute, dark skinned. She was short, perhaps an inch over five feet tall - which meant that she still was a few inches taller than him, he thought. “Good morning, Mr Forrester! I trust you’re feeling well?”

Charlie lifted his coffee mug in salute, and said “Morning, Doctor, Ms Boudreaux. I had a splendid night, thank you very much.”

The now taller man looked around the room. “And where’s Nurse Bertetta?”, he asked with a hint of a smile.

“She left earlier”, replied Charlie without missing a beat. “I believe she was awake most of the night.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you were properly looked after”, at which Charlie nodded vigorously, “but now we need to move forward. Ms Boudreaux?”

“Yes, Dr McCormack”, said the young woman, with an enchanting New Orleans accent. “OK, Mr Forrester, here’s the situation so far: your original body is already at CryoGen’s Tacoma facility, and will be kept safe and sound until you require it again. Mind you, as Dr McCormack must have already pointed out, this can’t happen before three months. Now, regarding your arrangements for later, we have procured a box which will be gift-wrapped as per your instructions. The box has a false bottom where we have already placed clothes specific to your new size-”

“Sorry to interrupt, Ms Boudreaux”, said Charlie. “Did you manage to get the wardrobe I specified?”

“Mostly, yes.” She started reading from a list. “We have seven sets of underwear, four pairs of black socks, four white, two white shirts, a pair of khaki trousers, a pair of black shoes, a pair of sneakers, two polo shirts, a blazer, and a tuxedo, full set. We weren’t able to procure an overcoat - it’s difficult in summertime.”

“That’s fine, I don’t think I’ll be needing one soon. Plus, my girlfriend’s friend Aoife is a professional shopper, I’m sure she’ll be able to get me one when the need arises. So, let me go over the plan: someone will drive me to the airport, along with the box. In San Francisco, your people will be there to pick me up, with a van. En route to my flat, I’ll change into the tux, and get in the box, which they will then wrap and take upstairs to my flat, mentioning that it is a special delivery for Ms Helen Gasset.” Ms Boudreaux had been nodding at every step, which pleased Charlie. He liked dealing with pros. “OK, then, I believe we’re set.”

Dr McCormack stood up, and smiled. “Well, then, Mr Forrester, I believe your flight is at 5:30?” After Charlie’s assent, he continued. “Well, that leaves us a full day. My boys over at the lab would love to run some tests on you, more out of curiosity, but I told them that only if you agreed.”

“Absolutely, Doctor. After all, it’s part of my investment, isn’t it?”

“Indeed. After that, I would love to invite you for lunch. There’s this fantastic restaurant overlooking the Sound, about half an hour from here, which I’m sure you will love. Best halibut in the Pacific Northwest.”

Charlie stood up, smiling, looking up at the scientist. “Doctor, it will be my pleasure.” Turning to the young woman, who was still sitting, he smiled his cocky smile and said, “I hope you will be joining us, Ms Boudreaux?”

She smiled warmly. “Please, Mr Forrester, call me Toni.”

***

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”, called Helen, her long legs propelling her towards the door.

“Hurry up, fer feck’s sake, me arms are about ta fall off!”, came Aoife’s muffled voice from behind the heavy wooden door.

Helen opened, and an avalanche of shopping bags with Aoife in the center made its way to the living room without stopping. After closing the door, she followed the redheaded whirlwind. “Have you ever noticed your accent gets thicker when you’re stressed?”, she asked the pile of bags on the sofa.

“Faith and Begorrah!”, she exclaimed, and then chuckled. “I’m not stressed, it’s just that carrying all that stuff up the stairs was painful.”

“You could have asked me for help.”

Aoife looked at her, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re still naked.”

“Well, I still don’t have nothing that fits. I was wrapped in a towel after you left, but the sun was coming in beautifully through the skylight, and I decided to sunbathe.”

“So you’ve done nothing but lounging around in the buff while I was outside trying to get you a new wardrobe that had to be stylish AND sexy AND oversized?”

“Hey, I only needed oversized, stylish and sexy were your own doing!”

“Well, as if I would have that magnificent body of yours clad in anything less than the best. I have a professional reputation to maintain, you know?” She stood up, grabbed a small bag, and went to the bedroom. “Now let’s see how these clothes look on you. Put those muscles of yours to work and bring the rest of the stuff over.”

Smiling, Helen complied, grabbing all the stuff. It felt like carrying feathers to her, after all. She went into the bedroom, and saw Aoife sitting on the bed, next to a man’s business suit and shirt. “I thought Charlie would be here until the evening”, she stated.

Helen put all the stuff on the bed. “Well, I decided I would try one of Charlie’s suits, seeing as we’re the same size now.” Aoife didn’t point out that the blue-eyed amazon was actually taller, and looked inquiringly at her. “As you can expect, I couldn’t button up the shirt, my boobs are simply too big. The jacket fit nicely, though - as long as I leave it open.”

“What about the trousers?”

“Well, for starters my legs are much longer than his, they were as long as Capri pants on me! And my ass is also larger, so I couldn’t really close them up, either.”

Aoife smiled. “Well, d’oh!”, she exclaimed, wondering why would the epitome of femininity would even think of wearing male clothes. “Now, let’s get you clad on some proper lady garments! Here, try these on first”, she instructed, handing Helen a bag full of bras and panties in a variety of colors.

After a while, Helen had gone through all the underwear. “Everything fits perfectly, except for that green bra and that beige one. I also noticed that all the panties are thongs.”

“Yes. Why would you wear anything else with that bum? I don’t, and my bum is rather attractive, if I say so myself.”

“It is”, Helen agreed. “Now, let’s check the rest.”

What followed next would have taken five minutes and a pop soundtrack if it had been a movie, in Aoife’s words. Three hours later, Helen had gone through all the outfits, keeping most but rejecting a few, either for disagreements with Aoife’s taste or, rather more frequently, because the clothes didn’t fit at all. “Whew!”, said the blue-eyed Amazon, who was now wearing a pair of jeans that fit like glove, showcasing her fantastic ass, and a gray tank top that managed to cover her bountiful bust and her midriff at the same time. “That was fun, but if I was starving before, now I’m famished! And you said you would bring some food. Bitch.”

“Hey, watch it, ya big gomey! I said I’d bring some food if you were nice, and you most certainly were not! Cavorting around naked all morning... The shame of it!”

Helen smiled widely. She simply loved the spunky redhead’s sense of humor. “Oh, shut up! The only reason you think that was naughty is because you couldn't be here doing the same.” They were silent for a moment, both of them rejoicing on the mental image of each other lying naked on a towel in the sunlight under the flat’s big skylight. The tall Amazon was the first one to snap out of it. “OK! Look, it’ll still be three hours or so until Charlie gets here, so let’s go to that nice sushi place we went to the other day, and afterwards we can get our nails done!”

And so they did.

***

Helen looked at the clock on the wall. It had struck seven two or three minutes earlier. Aoife had left a little over an hour ago, and she had taken the chance to shower and change into something nice, to surprise Charlie. She had tied her hair in a tight bun, and was wearing the sexiest set of black lingerie that Aoife had gotten her - a difficult choice, as the redhead had superb taste in all things lacy and sexy, Helen admitted to herself. Over that she was wearing a sexy burgundy dress with a low cut neck that majestically showcased her monumental cleavage. The halter neck also left her shoulders and arms completely bare, in all their powerful glory, and her back was also on display, grandly. The wispy skirt fell halfway down her thighs, the whole outfit giving her a sophisticated air.

She was looking at herself in the mirror, fiddling with her silver necklace, putting a loose strand of her in exactly the right place. The doorbell rang, and she went to answer. Strange, she thought, who could it be? Charlie had his own keys after all. She was walking barefoot, having been unable to decide yet on which shoes to wear - and also savoring the surprise Charlie would get when he saw that she was an inch taller than him, in her bare feet.

When she opened the door, she saw two men, burly but both shorter than her, They were carrying a box wrapped in silvery paper. The men looked at her, and quite literally froze, mouths agape. They would have stayed like that for an indefinite period of time if she hadn’t said “Yes?”

Snapping back to reality, the older one said “Er, uh, yeah, evening ma’am. We have a delivery for a Ms Helen Gasset.”

“That would be me”, she confirmed. After signing the relevant form, the two men carried the box to the living room, setting it right in front of the sofa, and then made their way outside at a leisurely pace, stealing glances at the stunningly beautiful amazon every other step. Once they had left and she had closed the door behind them, she went back to the living room, and sat on the couch. The box was just sitting there, in front of her, and she was curious as hell as to its contents. But first, she took the small card stuck to its top, and opened it. “This is what you always wanted”, was all it said, but it was signed by Charlie. She put the card aside, and pulled the ribbon. Before she knew what was happening, the top of the box flew open and a figure stood up inside the box.

“SURPRISE!”, yelled Charlie.

Helen was startled, but after the initial shock, she was even more shocked to notice something unexpected: Charlie was smaller than her, by a lot more than just an inch. “Charlie? What are you doing in a box? And what happened to you?” Her boyfriend was wearing a tuxedo, and looked as handsome as ever. But he couldn’t have been taller than five feet - if that, even.

Charlie climbed out of the box, and stood in font of his girlfriend. He was too excited to notice anything different, yet. “Well, babe, I know you’ve always wanted us to be the same size - so I had the guys at ClonGen make this new body for me! What d’you think?” He proudly struck a pose, sticking out his chest, and positively beaming with enthusiasm.

Helen started giggling. “Oh, Charlie! You’re so lovely! What boyfriend would go to the trouble of shrinking himself to be closer in siz-” At this, she burst out in laughter, overwhelmed by the irony of it all.

Still smiling broadly, Charlie asked “What? What’s so funny?” But Helen simply couldn't stop laughing to respond. He kept standing there, waiting for her to get a hold of herself and stop laughing. He was starting to get a bit annoyed. And why did she look so big? It must be my changed perspective, thought Charlie. Helen looked big - wait... she was bigger, at least in the chest department! When had she gotten those melons? “Er... Helen? Honey?”

Helen’s laughter fit was winding down. She dabbed at a tear, and smiled at Charlie. “Yes, dearie?”

“Why are your breasts so big? Did you get implants?”

Once again Helen giggled a bit, but managed to keep herself under control. “Why, no. These are one hundred percent natural”, she affirmed while cupping the massive orbs. Or trying to - they were simply too large for her hands. But with that motion, Charlie noticed her arms. And shoulders. Had she been going to the gym? But there was no way she could have gotten those arms in just the week he was gone. His thoughts were interrupted by Helen, who had resumed talking. “Honey, you are simply the sweetest boyfriend ever. Shrinking yourself to be closer to me is the nicest thing!”, she said. “But...”

“But... what?”, asked Brad, still looking at her curiously. “I have to say, you look more different than I expected. This change in size must be screwing up with my sense of proportion.”

Helen smiled. “Honey, I... I’m taller than you.”

Charlie smiled back at her. “Oh, I know that”, he said dismissively. “They made this body only four and a half feet tall. But my idea was to be closer in size to you, and I guess four inches difference is not a big deal.”

Again the blue-eyed beauty chuckled. “No, no. Honey”, she said. “I’m taller than you. Like, really taller. Here, look.” And she stood up. Once at the full height of her monumental 6’4”, she looked down at her tiny boyfriend, smiling. “Surprise, honey.”

Charlie was in shock, mouth agape, not really comprehending what was going on. Was this really Helen? He looked down at her feet, half expecting to see some stilts. But no, her luscious legs reached all the way to the ground, and all the way up. Her feet were not only beautiful, but bare, too. Which meant that she was really that tall. He looked up at her face again, scanning her body along the way. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. She had always been extremely attractive, but now... now it was almost too much to take. “Helen? What... what’s going on?”

Before answering, she picked Charlie up by his armpits, and kissed him fully and passionately. She lifted him as if he were made of feathers, and held him aloft without showing the slightest hint of strain. After she was done, she put him down again, and smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, honey. I wanted you to have a girlfriend closer to you in size. So I went to see this group of scientists who have developed a growth serum - the Alice Serum they call it - and I took it, and, well, here I am. I wanted to be tall, but I was aiming more for five-nine or so.”

It was Charlie’s turn to chuckle, even if he sounded a bit acrimonious while doing so. “Ah, the irony”, he said after a moment. “I thought to do the same. I went to ClonGen and had them make me this body. I was aiming to be closer to your size, maybe five feet tall, but it came out shorter.”

Helen was silent at first, and then laughed merrily. “Well, it seems we both had a very busy week, eh? Except that I was busy getting bigger while you were busy getting smaller!” She laughed some more, with a glee that Charlie was not feeling. “I think we are a perfect pair, though! I can now be in charge of the household”, she said in a deep voice.

“Hey, watch it”, he said, his annoyance starting to get hold of him, threatening to turn into outright anger. “I went through a lot of trouble to make you happy for you to start teasing me.”

“Oh, where’s your sense of humor, silly? Besides, I think you’re the cutest little thing!” She lowered her face to his and, still smiling, pinched his cheek. “Who’s the cutest? Eh? Who? Who’s the cutest?” she kept saying, talking as one would to a baby. Or worse, to a little dog.

That was the last straw, and Charlie finally snapped, slapping her hand of and pushing her. Much to his chagrin, the difference in mass was such that he ended up actually pushing off of her - which only made him more annoyed. “Stop it!”, he yelled. “Stop teasing me or talking to me as if I were a baby, or...”

Helen was standing up straight again, lording her superior size and strength over Charlie. “Or what? Careful, little Charlie”, she said, grinning. “You do realize I can totally beat the shit out of you now, right?” Her tiny boyfriend froze, eyes wide in a mixture of anger and disbelief - with more than a little part of fear in the mix. She laughed at that. “Oh, relax, silly. Now, let’s get the living room cleared.”

She turned around, and, bending at the waist, started picking up all the silvery paper, while presenting her majestic ass to Charlie. He saw his chance to show her who was still in control. Approaching her, he raised his arm and slapped her sexy butt as hard as I he could. “Ouch! Why, you little...” she cried, straightening up and turning around. Glaring down at her tiny boyfriend, she announced, “That’s it, you’re in for it!”

“Forget it, you big dummy!” he challenged. “You might be bigger, but I’m still a man, and I’m stronger than you!” With that, he launched himself at her, grabbing her by the waist. Helen didn’t even feel the blow, but decided to play along. She took a step backwards and ‘fell’ to the couch, Charlie still clinging to her waist. They both started wrestling for advantage, Helen using her longer legs to keep her tiny boyfriend busy. After a few minutes struggle, she ‘relented’, and Charlie finally managed to pin her down, breathless from the struggle. Helen wasn’t even breathing hard, but feigned exertion. “Now... you take back... what you said!”, yelled Charlie, barely catching his breath.

She grinned, and slowly craned her neck to whisper in his ear “Oh, Charlie, you’ll always be my man...” She smiled at him lustily, her tremendous breasts heaving beneath him. Charlie was hypnotized by the sultry monument beneath him. Not only was she much bigger than him - his cute little girlfriend was now this incredibly sensual vixen! God, she is sexy, he thought. He leaned in to feel the warmth of her ample breasts and kiss her huge full lips, and Helen took the opportunity to roll over and pin him down. “...but I do think I am in charge now.”

Perplexed, Charlie struggled against the superior strength of Helen. It was to no avail - she was simply too large, heavy, and strong. “Helen!”, he grunted, squirming underneath her. “You... let me go... this minute!”

Helen smiled playfully. “Oh, no. Not until you apologize for being a jerk.”

“What?! Never! Get... off!” He kept pushing with all his strength, but it was useless.

“Is that so?” Helen asked. “Hmmmm. I think, then, that you need some discipline.” At this, Charlie froze. “Yeah, you, little guy, need a spanking!”

That was all Charlie needed to hear. He started struggling with redoubled efforts. “Don’t you dare! Get away from me! Don’t!” But whatever his thoughts on the matter were, they were irrelevant. Helen had made the decision of spanking him, and it was happening. She stood up, lifting him as if he were a rag doll. Then, sitting on the couch, she placed Charlie face down on her lap, and swiftly pulled down his pants, exposing his tiny ass.

“Now, this pains me more than it does you, but its for your own good”, she said with mock seriousness. With that, she started spanking her boyfriend, establishing solidly who was in charge now. Charlie yelped at each blow, his behind becoming tender after a half a dozen blows. God, she’s strong, he thought. After a couple more smacks, she lifted him up again, and placed him in front of her.

Charlie was too shocked to do anything but stand there, looking at his Amazonian girlfriend with a betrayed look in his face, rubbing his punished ass. Helen thought she might have gone a bit too far, and decided to make it up to him. “OK, enough horsing around, Charlie. I have to say, I have been toying with the thought of seeing what this body is capable of in the bedroom.” Charlie’s face, predictably, lit up, but his ego was still bruised from the earlier domination and spanking. Helen reached her hand to his tuxedo tie, and undid it. Her large, nimble fingers then started undoing the buttons of his shirt, stopping at his waist line. She looked Charlie in the eye, and smiled hungrily, while her hands rubbed his crotch.

Suddenly, Charlie grabbed her wrists and took a step back. “No!”, he said. “That’s not... Here, I got smaller for you, and you took advantage of it! I’ll never forgive you!” There was a hint of a whine in his voice that made Helen smile and gave her an idea.

“Is that so?”, she asked, standing up to her full height. She reached behind her, and, unzipping her dress, continued speaking. “Awww, that’s terrible. And here I am”, she said, dropping the burgundy garment to the ground, exposing her statuesque physique, “I was really wanting to make love tonight.” Charlie’s mouth felt like cotton. She looked at him again, walked around him, and, glancing over her shoulder while she slowly and sensuously undid her bra, she said “Well, too bad for me.” She sighed, dropping the lacy garment, and then not so much walked but rather slowly glided towards the bedroom, her ass swinging hypnotically. Charlie’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his lips trembling. She sighed again. “Ahh, and to think I was kind of looking forward to having some bedtime fun with you...”

That was too much for the poor little man. He ran after his titanic girlfriend, removing his tuxedo along the way. “Helen, wait! Hey! Wait up!”. The blue-eyed bombshell smiled mischievously - that was so predictable! She didn’t break stride, and went into the bedroom. When Charlie got there - after stumbling in the hallway while removing his trousers - he found his beloved, imposing girlfriend lying on the bed, a sexy smile on her lips, her hand playing absent-mindedly with her nipple.

“Come here, tiger”, she purred. “Or, should I say, kitten?” She giggled at her own joke. Charlie ignored the jive, and approached the bed, still very much in awe of Helen’s Olympian body. He stopped at the bed’s edge, still wearing his boxer shorts, almost shaking. “Aww, come over here!” Helen said. “I can’t ravish you if you stay there! Here”, she said reaching towards his boxers, and pulling him a bit closer. “Now, let mommy see your...” It was Helen’s turn to go wide-eyed. While Charlie had never been on the small side of the spectrum, what was now staring at her was much bigger than it used to be. “...Thingy... Dear God, Charlie!” she looked up at him, her face a mixture of surprise and elation. “You didn’t get small all over! Naughty”, she whispered.

Charlie smiled. “It’s part of your surprise, sweetheart.” With that, he finished getting rid of his underwear, revealing his short-statured, lean body and his prodigious tool, which was slowly becoming engorged with blood, at the spectacular sight Helen presented.

She smiled wickedly. “Well, I love it!”, she exclaimed. “How does it taste like? Wait! Don’t tell me, only one way to find out!” Before he knew what was going on, Helen had lifted him onto the bed as if he weighed only a couple of pounds, and started sucking his pole furiously. She had always been orally talented, and Charlie was elated to find that hadn’t changed with her new size - if anything, she had become better at it! He moaned in pleasure, while she traced every single fraction of an inch of his shaft with her tongue, played on the tip with her lips, and generally made him feel as if he had died and gone to paradise. He was rapidly approaching the cliff’s edge, and warned Helen he might jump at any second, but she ignored him and kept passionately devouring his manhood. It was too much for Charlie to handle, and he exploded. Load after load came forth, but Helen didn’t let so much as a drop to spill out of her mouth. After spewing heroic amounts, Charlie’s body went limp, his brain cloudy and fuzzy, his mouth frozen in a silly grin. His field of view was suddenly occupied by Helen’s angelic face, still licking her lips. “My, love, it even tasted better than ever! Almost... fruity. And the amount! Fantastic!” Charlie barely had the strength to nod, and couldn’t even manage to utter a word. “Oh, but don’t think for a second that we’re done, no. This is only getting started!” With that, she went back to his rod, and sucked and licked until he was hard again, at which point she straddled him and lowered herself onto the incongruously big organ, making it disappear within her majestic body. God, it feels wonderful, they both thought. Helen started pumping, up and down, and gyrating her hips, sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Charlie was in a mixture of ecstasy and pain, Helen’s body punishing his hips every time she came down. She was going faster, clearly lost in the throes of passion, her moaning growing louder. Moments later she let go a scream that was primeval, almost animalistic, her whole body tensing, her hands clutching Charlie’s shoulders with such strength he very nearly passed out from the pain. The first waves were beginning to ebb when she was again assaulted by a wall of pleasure, and this time it was too much for Charlie - her hands were close to shattering his shoulder bones. Luckily, she let go of him and grabbed her head, starting to move again, up and down, up and down. Moments later, she was overcome by another wave of delirium and this time she leaned back, gripping Charlie’s thin ankles in her frenzied state. This time, Charlie couldn’t take it, and passed out.

***

The rest of the night went as a series of snapshots in Charlie’s brain. He kept coming to and fainting, and all the time Helen was attacking his staff, sitting on it, sucking it, and generally riding it in more positions than he could remember. She was simply unstoppable.

Around four in the morning, he woke up. His titanic girlfriend was curled next to him, sleeping placidly, one of her arms draped on his chest. He tried to move, but her arm was too heavy, and his whole body felt too sore anyways. He closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep, the way his body felt giving a whole new meaning to the word drained.

***

Charlie woke up the following morning to the sound of the shower running. His body felt as if it had been trampled by the bulls in Spain - as well as by all the bull runners. He sat up on the bed, not without effort, and carefully checked his bones, hoping he wouldn’t find any broken ones. There were bruises on various parts of his anatomy, and his groin region felt particularly tender, but, against all odds, he had survived.

He was in the middle of thanking the heavens, when the sound of running water stopped. Part of him wanted to run away, but part of him was dying to see Helen this morning. And here she came.

Helen walked out of the bathroom, naked, drying her hair with a towel. Charlie couldn’t really believe his eyes. If anything, she looked even more improbably statuesque than yesterday. He gasped at the majestic sight. Helen looked at him and smiled. “Well, good morning, sleepy head”, she sang. “My love, you were fantastic last night!”

“I was? Er, I mean, yes. So were you, sweetheart.”

She dropped the towel to the floor, and stood there, magnificent, her curves and muscles a monument to femininity. Charlie could have sworn her muscle definition had increased. And wer her curves even more pronounced? “Aww, you’re so sweet! Come here, let me hug you!” She approached, and he was suddenly scared when she was looming over him. She truly looked titanic. She bent at the waist, and picked him up as if he were hollow. Holding him to her voluminous chest, she first hugged him and then kissed him passionately, her tongue threatening to drill a hole through to the back of his neck. Still and all, Charlie was loving it. When she put him down, he looked up at her eagerly - and realized something was different. And so did Helen. “Oh, my God”, they both said at the same time, Helen jubilant and Charlie perturbed.

She was taller.

***

“Seven feet tall”, Charlie said. Helen was lifting him up so he could read the tape. Good luck Aoife had left it behind. “A bit more, actually.”

Helen put him down carefully. He was wearing khaki shorts and a red polo shirt, that fit him perfectly. She, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that fit her as if they had been sprayed on and exposed her tanned, long legs, and a white tank top that was struggling to contain her ample bosom. The bra she was wearing underneath fit, if a bit tightly, but the overall effect was of her pouring out of her clothes. Still, she was overjoyed. “This is fantastic!”, she squealed with delight. “This is beyond my wildest dreams!”

“I can see why you would be happy, honey, but don’t you think you should at least call this Dr Zheng? I mean, the original aim was for you to be around five-nine or five-ten, and this is over a whole foot taller.” He was worried, and not only about his own physical well being, but also for her. She had taken a very experimental compound, and it was obvious the scientists didn’t have a full hang of how it affected her.

“Well, maybe you’re right, hon, but I don’t have his cell number, so we’ll have to wait until Monday for that.” Her face lit up then. “Hey, why don’t we go for a bike ride? The weather is fantastic!”

Charlie smiled. “And just where are we going to get a bike your size?”

“Oh! Yes, you’re right.” She smiled sheepishly. “Well, maybe we can go to Sausalito, spend the day over there?”

After a moment of thought, Charlie nodded. “Sure thing, babe. I think it is an excellent idea.”

Half an hour later they had discovered she didn’t fit in her own Prius, and riding Charlie’s Mazda MX5 was uncomfortable as hell, even with the top down, so they decided to take the bus to the Wharf and the ferry from there to Sausalito. Charlie forgot about his worries from the minute they boarded the bus. Every single stare was on his lovely girlfriend, and it was a wonder the bus driver didn’t crash, he was staring through the rearview mirror that much. When they reached the pier and boarded the ferry, it wasn’t very different, with groups of tourists even asking Helen to have pictures taken - to which she happily obliged. She loved basking in the attention and admiration of so many people. Her sheer size and obvious strength ensured that no one tried to act fresh with her - a blessing, considering Charlie couldn’t really stand up to a twelve year old boy in his current size!

They reached Sausalito by mid-morning, and went walking around town. Helen loved the tiny boutiques that sold handcraft and works by the local artists, so that’s where they went first. After a couple of hours, they were standing outside again. “Well, that was some haggling”, said Helen, who had just bought a large painting and arranged for it to be delivered during the week to their flat. “I thought it would never happen!”

Charlie smiled, realizing perfectly that the reason the dealer had been taking so long to reach a deal was because he was enjoying looking at his impressive customer so much. It had been an entertaining while, actually. No less than seven different artists who wanted to paint her or make a sculpture of her had approached Helen. A lady in her forties had even outright said that she would love to paint ON Helen, using her as a living canvas - the fact that her preferred technique was finger-painting didn’t go unnoticed. Helen had graciously declined, but kept the lady’s card, intrigued. “You had a lot of fun, eh babe?”, Charlie said smiling. He loved seeing his girlfriend so happy. He even dismissed the couple of comments he had overheard wondering ‘what’s a goddess like that doing with a scrawny shrimp like him’ or, even better, ‘look at that Amazon, the one holding the kid’s hand’. Yes, he was enjoying the day far too much. “Hey, sweetheart, what do you say if we go to the waterfront? I’m not that hungry yet, and I think I’d rather have lunch later in Tiburon.”

“Oh, yes! We can eat at that Mexican seafood restaurant I love!”, she exclaimed giddily.

A while later, they were on the ferry between the two towns, San Francisco in the horizon, Berkeley hidden from view by Angel Island. The ferry was almost deserted, strangely enough, and this was warmly welcomed by the couple, who finally had the chance to sit on the upper deck and enjoy the view without being approached every other minute by some group of tourists (or locals) wanting a picture with Helen. The thought that they needed to talk to Dr Zheng kept eating at Charlie’s brain, but he resigned himself to waiting until Monday. He sure hoped Helen didn’t grow any more - not only because of her height, which was becoming not only intimidating but unwieldy, but also because of her strength which was truly becoming frightening. Earlier, while in the Artists Open Studios, she had casually lifted a bronze sculpture she liked, and then put it down before anyone noticed. Charlie had stopped cold when he saw that, mouth agape in disbelief. He was an engineer, and good at calculating structural weight - that statue must have been a good two hundred pounds, yet she had lifted it as if it had been a paper origami!

“Here we are!”, Helen announced enthusiastically, snapping Charlie back to reality. The ferry was docking on the small town, and the blue-eyed Amazon was almost jumping with excitement. She had so much energy now! She made her way off the boat, and walked at a brisk place to the restaurant, with Charlie almost having to run to keep pace with his leggy lover. This is going to be a long day, he thought. Long and exhausting.

***

Helen walked into the flat, smiling placidly. She was carrying Charlie in her arms, the poor little man having fallen asleep on the ferry back from San Quentin, where they had walked to from Tiburon. It had been too much for him, and some maternal instinct in Helen had awakened. Not wanting to disturb him, she had simply decided to carry him home. After all, he barely weighed anything at all. She walked into the bedroom, and put Charlie into bed, covering him with the duvet. She tenderly brushed away a couple of loose strands of hair, and spent a few minutes looking at him. After a while, she decided to take a bath - she was hot, she was horny, and Charlie would be pretty much useless tonight, so she might as well take care of that herself!

***

Sunday came late for both of them. Helen was still seven feet tall, much to her chagrin and Charlie’s relief. The day saw a bit more of the same, a late brunch at a hole-in-the-wall kind of place known only to locals (where Helen ate enough for three adult men - lucky Charlie was eating much less), and then walking and pottering around town. Once again, she was the center of attention everywhere they went, even if she was dressed more modestly than the previous day: a beautiful sundress and sandals, nothing too fancy. Of course, attempting to hide her sublime figure was a losing battle.

That evening, they were watching a movie, enjoying a bottle of Napa’s finest. Helen was lying on the couch, her head on Charlie’s lap, who entertained his fingers by gently playing with her waves of honey colored hair. They had been like that for a while, when she turned her head to face him, and without a warning pulled his face towards hers, her strong hand on the back of his head. After a passionate kiss that came close to suffocating Charlie, she stood up in front of him with the same predatory expression she had on two nights before. “I want you. Now”, she commanded, her voice admitting no argument. Charlie sat there, too flabbergasted to respond immediately. His male organ responded, though, turned on by the authority in her demeanor. “I said NOW”, she repeated. It was all Charlie needed to hear - he jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom, a mixture of extreme arousal and physical fear coursing through his body. He could hear his Amazon girlfriend’s steps behind him. He knew he was in for a night of agony and ecstasy.

***

The following morning, he woke up before Helen. She was lying there, breathing deeply, her face angelic, betraying no sign of the insatiable lust that had possessed her the previous night. She looked almost uncannily peaceful. Charlie stood up, and limped to the bathroom. He took a glance to the mirror, and the poor man staring back at him looked as if he had just tried to invade Normandy during D-Day armed only with a spoon and a toothpick. He cleared his throat and spat on the sink, half expecting to see blood, and being almost surprised to see none. When he went to relieve himself, his groin was almost too tender to touch, and the skin of his shaft felt almost raw. This was way more than he had bargained for when he decided to get into this small, weak body. Bad news, he was stuck like this for three months, at best. Worst news, even when he returned to his normal size, Helen would still be nine inches taller than him and strong as three men. He flushed and walked out of the bathroom.

Helen was still lying in bed, but her eyes were half open. She smiled when she saw him. “Morning”, she said in a throaty voice, the sexiest sound Charlie had ever heard. Much as he feared her, he was also infinitely attracted to her. That was true when she was a 4’10” sprite, even more so that she was a seven-foot tall monument to sexiness.

He approached the bed, smiling. “Morning, sweetness”, he said. “Did you sleep well?”

She purred, and gave a playful moan while she stretched. “Fantastically”, she whispered, smiling. “I feel like a million dollars.”

He smiled. “At your size, it must be more like a billion, sweetie.” Or more, he thought. God, even with her tousled hair and half open eyes she looked superb.

She smiled even more broadly. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest! Here, let me use the bathroom and I’ll cook breakfast for you!” She stood up, and went into the bathroom. Charlie was taken aback, though. He could have sworn... But no, it couldn’t be. He heard the toilet flush. “OK, let’s go!”, she said, emerging from the bathroom. Charlie saw her, and a ball of ice formed deep in his gut.

She was taller. Again.

***

“Eight feet tall, Doctors!”, Charlie yelled irately, slamming his fist on the table. It wasn’t as big an effect as he pretended, what with his diminished size and scarce strength. It was a Wednesday morning at the main office of Gatwick & Forrester. Charlie had summoned Dr McCormack and Dr Zheng the previous Monday, after he and Helen had discovered she had turned into a real, live giantess. She was currently out with Aoife, buying more clothes. “Lucky for me she hasn’t grown further...” He looked at Dr Zheng. “Then again, she wasn’t supposed to grow to more than five-ten”, he said, his voice dripping acid.

Dr Zheng swallowed audibly. Charlie was intimate friends with the venture capitalists backing his own venture, and the scientist was fully aware that a complete loss of funding could well be the best case scenario for him. “Mr Forrester, I have been discussing the situation with Dr McCormack here... The good news is, she won’t grow further. That’s it.”

“Well, that’s fortunate. I mean, she is stunningly beautiful and as lovely as ever, but she is eight feet tall and strong enough to lift a VW Beetle!” Which she had done as an experiment the previous day. “Why did this happen? Can we reverse it?”

Dr Zheng looked at Dr McCormack, who took over the explaining. “Mr Forrester, after reviewing the data with Dr Zheng, we discovered two things. Ms Gasset appears to carry a genetic marker that is rare, but which was what, er, increased the original effects of the reactives. That is why she grew to six foot four initially. And that should have been that, except for a situation no one could have foreseen.”

“Which is?”

Dr McCormack was silent for a second, and breathed deeply before resuming. “When we pumped you full of the drugs we designed to keep you strong and healthy, we did so in order to avoid any sickness of the cloned body. What we didn’t expect was for those same drugs to interact with the reactants and reactives still present in Ms Gasset’s system.”

Charlie was thoughtful. “But... How could she have been exposed to the same drugs? You administered them at ClonGen, I didn’t carry any with me.”

“You did. They were in your body. And she got them into her own body through, er, oral intercourse.”

“What?!”, came Charlie’s surprised reaction. “You’re meaning to tell me the drugs were in my...” His voice trailed off, dropping almost to a whisper. “She absorbed the drugs...”

“Every time she swallowed.”

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