Field Research - Chapter 12

The soft blue light of dawn gently crept in through the windows, stirring me awake. Too comfortable in the cabin’s soft down bedding, I rolled over, closing my eyes tighter and trying to will myself back to sleep. The room was surprisingly chilly, and I bundled myself up tighter in my blanket and let myself start drifting off again… until an errant thought made me open my eyes.

Where was Jenny?

I was alone in the bedroom, save for a deer-head trophy that I was pretty sure was fake. As more memories of the previous evening returned to me, I remembered that we’d agreed that, unfortunately, we wouldn’t be able to share the bed while we were here; Jenny was already liable to damage it under her weight, and she was currently the smallest she was ever going to be. We’d cleared out a large space in the den downstairs and made up a thick pallet of blankets for her. Amanda would be bringing a whole ‘nother load of them when she made her supply run next week, to give Jenny additional padding as she grew. I’d wanted to stay down there with her, but Jenny had been adamant: we’d shelled out a lot for this place, and at least one of us ought to enjoy it to its fullest.

Well, I was tired of enjoying the bed. I wanted to enjoy my girlfriend.

The cabin was really incredible; Paul had done us right in picking it out. It was clearly designed for more than two people, but we put the extra rooms to good use, filling them with spare equipment and computers, converting one of them into an office. The open floor space and high ceilings on the ground level gave Jenny plenty of room to maneuver, and should continue to do so even as we made her grow. The general decor of the cabin was the very definition of “rustic,” walls and furniture made from sections of stripped and sealed logs and branches, punctuated here and there with rough, rugged granite. The one concession to modernism was the far wall of the living room, which consisted almost exclusively of massive floor-to-ceiling window panes, offering a stunning view of the forest that stretched out from the hill the house stood on.

Well, it offered a stunning view of the forest last night. Now it largely just showed rolling clouds of light-gray, almost white fog, as moisture from the lake filled the air. That explained the chill. I grabbed a blanket off a chair to wrap around myself—it hadn’t occurred to me to bring a jacket—and started checking the rooms for Jenny, to no avail. I was more confused than worried; I mean, she was over seven feet tall and weighed as much as two linebackers, she could certainly take care of herself. But how the heck could she hide?

I called out to her, but got nothing but my own voice echoing back at me. What the hell? With no better ideas, I pulled the blanket a little tighter around me, hiking it up so it wouldn’t trail on the ground behind my tiny form, and took a few steps outside.

As soon as I did, I heard a soft, distant cracking sound.

Curiosity got the better of me and I plodded, barefoot, out into the nearby woods to investigate. I didn’t have to go long before a form began to emerge from the fog: Jenny, all ninety inches and seven hundred seventy-six pounds of her, completely naked, her back to me. I watched in silent awe as she pressed against a large tree, muscles in her back sending hypnotic ripples through the thick layers of fat that rested overtop of them, the tree softly creaking and snapping against the pressure she applied. It felt like I’d stumbled across some giant mountain spirit, a transcendent manifestation of divinity, exerting her authority over the forest.

Jenny leaned back a little and shoved, hard, and the tree completely snapped, leaving behind a jagged, splintered stump as it fell, slowly at first and then faster and faster, until it crashed into the ground, filling the woods with the fluttering of frightened birds.

“Oh my god,” I muttered.

“Oh! Good morning, Sean,” she said, turning to me and flashing a smile. 

I blushed, swallowing nervously. I’d known this woman since high school, and I’d explored that titanic body of hers for hours on end. But meeting her here like this, shivering in the cold as she loomed over me, clothed in nothing but the thick fog from the lake, I felt hopelessly inadequate.

And hopelessly in love. Hopelessly aroused.

“What are you doing out here?” I managed to force out after a moment.

She smiled. “Working up an appetite. Plus, I don’t know, maybe being out here is really waking up those bear genes from the formula.” She paused, looking off in the direction of the lake. “Do you think we can get some salmon?”

I laughed, and felt a warmth in my heart. There was my Jenny. The hulking mountain monster I’d come upon was a living wet dream, don’t get me wrong. But her willingness to still be a little goofy helped temper it, turning her from an object of worship into an object of love. A squeeze of lemon to cut through the richness of the dish.

“I told Paul last night to have Amanda bring us a smoker when she visits.”

“Oh my God. Fresh smoked salmon! That sounds so fucking good!... Are you sure we have to wait the whole week for that?”

“You’ll live. I’ve got plenty of supplies for this week’s meals already, remember? Speaking of, I’m gonna get started on breakfast, so don’t spend too much time out here killing trees.”

Jenny just grinned. “I tried that with some of the bigger ones earlier, but I couldn’t make them budge. Yet.”

“Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out here.” We were isolated enough out here that I wasn’t too worried about Jenny’s nudity causing problems, but I had no idea how she could tolerate it, while I was fighting to keep my teeth from chattering.

“I’m fine actually.. I mean, I’ve got a lot of natural insulation at this point. Plus, you’re going to be more sensitive to the cold than I am.”

“...Wait, why?”

“Because you’re shrinking.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Jenny stared down at me incredulously. “Sean. I know what kinds of websites you were on eight years ago, and probably never stopped visiting after we broke up. Don’t pretend like you haven’t encountered this concept before.”

“Uh… well. I guess it rings a bell?”

“Square-cube law, dummy! Your volume reduces much faster than your surface area, so proportionately, there’s a lot more surface area to you now than there used to be. More surface area means more heat loss, and less volume means less heat retention. It’s the same reason why small mammals have a hard time with cold temps.”

“...Wait, so, am I going to have a hard time with cold temps when I shrink more?”

“No. Because your lovely, thoughtful girlfriend is going to be very attentive to your body temperature and keep you warm. Oh don’t give me that look, half the time that’s going to translate to riding around in my tits so you can absorb my body heat, and you were going to be doing that anyway.”

I wanted to argue, try to make Jenny admit that just maybe this was a complication she should have explained in advance, but I just sighed, letting my frustration out. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“Didn’t you say something about making breakfast?”

I did. I left her to her amateur Paul Bunyaning and returned to the cabin, eager to break in its kitchen. Oh, sure, I’d made us a quick simple dinner last night, but that hardly counted. This morning, I was gonna put this kitchen through its paces.

As nice as the rest of the cabin was, the kitchen was the thing that fully sold me on it when Paul showed us the pictures. It was absolutely massive, more counter space than I could ever dare to hope for, with a brand new gas cooking range and not one but two ovens. I started unloading the supplies I’d need for the morning: a pile of steaks, several cartons of eggs, pre-prepped biscuit dough proofing in greased-up tupperwares, a large block of cheese, butter, flour, milk, sugar, a whole spice rack’s worth of seasonings, and several pounds of pork sausage.

One thing that wasn’t lost on me was how much heavier all this shit had become. I could barely get the sack of potatoes up onto the countertop, and even just holding one of them in my hand, it felt hefty and substantial, the kind of oversized potato that might take third place at the county fair, not a normal one from the grocery store. I was getting a workout just from scrubbing all of them, and as I worked to cube them, I found the muscles in my arms protesting more and more with each new potato. The knife was brand new and razor-sharp, but it took me so much effort that it felt like I was trying to cut with a butter knife.

This was going to be a problem. I could get through my plans for breakfast today—though I’d be exhausted afterward—but by the afternoon I was going to be even smaller. I needed to start thinking more strategically about the meals I prepped. It wasn’t enough for them to taste good, or to be calorically dense. I needed to think in terms of what a three-foot-tall person could make. Or a two-foot-tall person. Or a… well, you get the idea.

For now, I focused on the task I had in front of me. I tossed the potatoes into a pot to start boiling, and browned and crumbled up the sausage. I split the dough up into biscuit-sized balls and slid them into the oven, then got to work mixing up a pancake batter in the largest bowl we had, using the leftover milk to turn the pork into gravy.

A new complication started to arise as I worked the morning away: my armpits were starting to hurt. I was still tall enough to reach the counters and the stove, barely, but constantly reaching out to grab things made the corners of the countertops dig in under my arms, and the more it happened, the more tender I felt.

“You’re gonna regret not letting me bring a step-stool,” I said to Jenny when she finally came inside, pointedly forcing myself not to get entranced by her massive, naked body, glistening with sweat and morning dew. “You’re thinking about how fun it’s gonna be to make me beg you to reach things for me, but you’re gonna get old of that bit real fast. Probably around the first time I burn something because I couldn’t get to it quick enough.”

In response, Jenny just silently crept up behind me. As silently as she could, anyway—each footstep sent ripples through every liquid I was working with. In one swift motion, her hands clamped around my own and hoisted me up, ripping me off the ground, suspended by my own arms. She twisted me around to face her, adjusting her grip so that she was holding me with only one hand, and flashed me an evil smile.

“You job is to cook, not complain. If you can’t reach, you’d better figure something out. And you better not dare let any of my food burn.” She released me with no warning, and I involuntarily yelled as I went into freefall, bracing myself to hit the ground before she shot down to catch me, laughing as she gently set me on my feet and ruffled my hair.

It was becoming increasingly clear that one of the many, many things I was giving up by agreeing to shrink was the ability to win arguments.

The fog outside had dissipated by the time I was wrapping up, putting the finishing touches on a feast big enough to feed two dozen people, easily. Biscuits, gravy, home fries, steak, eggs, stacks upon stacks upon stacks of pancakes, more eggs, and even more eggs on top of that. The breakfast casserole I’d made previously had been a big hit, so I made two of those, as well as some fried eggs to serve with the steaks, softly-scrambled eggs to pour over the biscuits, boiled and peeled eggs for easy eating once the pills kicked in, and a huge pan of more firmly-scrambled eggs just so we had plenty of extra protein on-hand. 

“It’s ready!” I called out to Jenny. “Hurry up, keeping all of this warm at the same time is hard.”

Jenny emerged, still naked, holding a small metal tray with the pills.

“Did you become a nudist overnight or something? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I’m about to out-grow the only clothes I have, which happen to be the biggest clothes I was able to find anywhere.” She cocked an eyebrow as I slapped my forehead. “Sean. Did you forget that none of your clothes were going to shrink with you?”

“I didn’t even think about it! Shit!”

Jenny shrugged. “There’s really not much point worrying about it. It’s just us up here, and while you’d probably look pretty cute in doll clothes, I’d guess they’re not too comfortable.”

“But, so… what’s the plan for when it’s time to head home? Are you just gonna stomp into town naked?”

“Well… Paul and Amanda might be able to have some custom stuff ordered for us by then? Probably not, since we won’t have firm measurements until we’re done. I’ll probably just be wearing a lot of sheets and blankets until we can figure something else out.”

“Great. I can order some handkerchiefs to wear.”

“Who said I’m gonna let you wear anything?” Jenny said, circling the island to once again tower over me. Her sex was nearly at eye-level with me, and I could feel the heat rolling off of it. She kneeled, still tall enough to loom over me, and reached between my legs. “I’m looking forward to having easier access to this.”

Even through my baggy pajama pants, the touch of her hand made me immediately grown. My legs went weak, but I shook myself out of it and took a step back.

“Food’s getting cold. Let’s eat, and then… you know… yeah.”

Jenny just laughed at my flustered stammering as I started plating up two huge dishes of food. I don’t know what I was thinking making two equal portions; I couldn’t eat a tenth of what Jenny could. I was full before I’d even managed to sample a bite of everything, while Jenny housed everything so fast that I felt tempted to admonish her to slow down and savor it. 

But before I could, she’d pulled me into her lap and started kissing me passionately, squishing me against her soft body as she left syrup-sticky marks all over my face with her lips.

“I swear, I don’t just love you because you’re a good cook. But god damn do I love you a little more every time you make me something.” I laughed, struggling against her cuddly vise grip to stretch out and drag my mostly-untouched plate over to her to give her some more.

She was still hungry even after a second heaping portion, while I felt a bit bloated just from the little bit of pecking I’d done at my plate. Luckily, the pills were about to restore my appetite when they kicked in.

“Say ‘ah,’” Jenny commanded, and I obeyed eagerly as she placed the shrinking pill on my tongue, before popping the growth pill in her own mouth.

A wave of euphoria overcame me immediately and I cuddled deeply against Jenny’s naked body, entranced by its softness and warmth, kissing and nibbling around the base of her neck, shuddering into her skin as I felt it expand beneath me. Jenny’s fingers gently caressed me as I showered her in adoration, and I let out a sigh of deep contentment as I realized that, positioned as we were, Jenny’s breast was resting in my lap, and I could actually feel it growing heavier by the second.

Then, all at once, I was pulled from her lap and slammed back-first onto the kitchen island, hard enough that I think it would’ve hurt if not for the effects of the pill. Jenny stared down at me hungrily, and the thought gleaned across my head that I wasn’t that much bigger than some of the larger serving dishes and baking sheets.

Jenny grabbed a hardboiled egg and crammed it into my mouth. It was big enough now that chewing it was initially difficult, little crumbs of egg dropping from my lips as I tried to swallow off enough pieces of it to chew more comfortably. I’d no sooner gotten it down than Jenny was forcefeeding me another, and already I could feel that it was markedly a little bigger.

“Shrink for me Sean. Eat and shrink. Get tiny for me,” Jenny panted, before grabbing three eggs herself and devouring them all at once, her body slowly surging larger before me. The rest of the world followed her, as though her own growth was dragging everything else along with it, everything except for me. She grabbed a serving spoon and started eating casserole straight from the dish as I grabbed another hardboiled egg, which was starting to look more like it came from an ostrich than a chicken. The island was cluttered enough that maneuvering was difficult, but it was getting just a little more open every second, and every second my naked fertility goddess of a girlfriend encompassed just a little bit more of the room.

She dropped her spoon suddenly and turned her attention back to me, pressing down on my chest with a hand that spanned from one shoulder to the other. I realized only now that my pants hadn’t followed me to the table; they’d slid right off my shrinking hips when Jenny picked me up. Standing up from the two stools she’d been using, she leaned over the table, her impossible breasts rolling over everything like a tsunami, shoving dishes and cutlery out of her way as she brought her massive lips down on my straining cock, her growing tongue absolutely dominating my shaft.

It was a good thing that we were out here all alone. Because even with my shrunken lungs and vocal cords, I’m pretty sure that if we had neighbors they would’ve heard the absolute scream of pleasure that exploded out of me.

***

“Two foot six,” Jenny said, letting out a whistle of appreciation as the tape measure snapped back. “This one really did a number on you!”

I was still laid out on the kitchen island, delirious in the aftermath, my breathing labored.

“We’ll have to measure me later, but I think I’m already seeing some diminishing returns. It makes sense, I’m growing cubically, not linearly, so it’s going to take more of the drug and more food to keep me growing. That’s probably why you shrank so much, too. You have less mass to lose, so the same dosage takes more away.”

I was too exhausted to respond.

“When you’ve recovered… you wanna take a hike? These woods are gorgeous, maybe we could even head down to the lake and go swimming!”

“Can’t,” I panted, swallowing to try and get some moisture into my mouth. “I’ve gotta get started on dinner.”