Field Research - Chapter 6

I slid off my suit jacket, laying it out on the floor to give my knees some padding. Reaching out, I wrapped a hand around Jenny’s panties, stretched between her upper shins, and simultaneously used them as a handhold to bring myself closer and to pull them down further. I stared into her glistening pussy, waiting for me straight ahead, as I took big, snorting breaths, my shoulders rising and falling as I felt arousal begin to wash over me.

Resisting the urge to dive straight in, I first placed my hands on her thighs, sinking my fingers into her soft, yielding flesh. I rubbed up and down, squeezing and massaging, eliciting a satisfied “Mmmm” from up above. The feeling of her thick thighs against my hands made me shudder in pleasure, and I threw my face against her left leg, nuzzling and kissing, Jenny gasping and moaning up above. I transferred to her other leg, continuing to massage the left with my fingers as I devoted my mouth to her right.

Fabrics like silk and velvet used to be reserved for royalty. They were status symbols as much as anything, a way for a king to flaunt the luxury he could afford to wrap himself in.

But for my money, a peasant whose face was buried between the thick thighs of his wife, hands clutching at her fat ass, was ensconced in something far more opulent and decadent than the finest silks in the world. As I gradually worked my way up Jenny’s legs, she squished them softly around me, scooting forward in her seat to give me better access to her dripping pussy, and I let out my own low moan of contentment as I felt the flesh of her vast thighs squish around my head. I pushed forward and she released a yelp of shock and pleasure as my tongue began exploring her outer folds.

And then, right on schedule, she began to swell all around me.

Her thighs pressed a little more firmly into my head as I began to lick her more voraciously, lapping up her juices, the scent of her fully drowning out the food on the table overhead. My tongue began exploring her, its movements growing more and more eager as I felt her walls shift and expand against its tip. She moaned again, and my tongue broke off of her for just a second as I fought to stifle a grin; I could tell that this time, her mouth was full.

I groped around with my hands, squeezing and rubbing any inch of flesh they could find as I continued work my tongue into every crevice and cranny of her. Though it was muffled by the endless thigh flesh pressing against my ears, I could vaguely hear the sound of wood creaking as her chair started to struggle with her weight. My tongue slowly slid its way upward and began to massage her clit, drawing out another protracted, screaming moan from above me.

Despite already cumming twice tonight, I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life as my tongue continued to do its work. All around me, Jenny was growing bigger, thicker, stronger, curvier. Around my head, her legs grew so large that they started to press into the underside of the table, threatening to tip it over. There was more and more of the woman of my dreams all around me with each passing second; my hands moved upward to hold her belly out of my way as it threatened to push my face out of her. She was growing, and it was because of me. All the hard work I’d done this week, all that time planning recipes, baking, frying, boiling, all of it was translating directly into more mass. Of course, the hardest part had been accomplished by Jenny, with the development of her super-drug, but making her grow, swell, expand, bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger, that was an act of collaboration between us. I was feeding the reaction, making her into a creature who I would be helpless before, who would have me at her absolute mercy.

As if that hadn’t been true the moment she walked into the bar.

Panting, both from exertion and from arousal, I continued to lick, taking short breaks to kiss her pussy and area around it, tactically attacking her with my tongue once again just as its absence was beginning to be felt. She continued to scream in pleasure, and for a split second I worried about her neighbors before dismissing the concern; treating my Jenny like the queen she was mattered far more than leaving other people undisturbed. I continued licking and kissing at her until suddenly I felt a deep, powerful rumble through her entire body as my face was drenched with her. A high-pitched squeaking gasp was the only sound she was capable of making as she came with her entire body, which was continuing to grow.

I moved to immediately get back to work, when suddenly we were both shaken out of our reverie by a loud SNAP.

The chair was starting to give out.

Jenny leapt up quickly, sending the table flying, silverware clattering and plates shattering. The table itself landed upside-down on top of the candelabra, thankfully snuffing it out.

But I’ll admit that fire safety really wasn’t the first thing on my mind as I finally got a complete look at the new Jenny, from my position kneeling at her feet. Sitting back on my heels, my eyes came up roughly to her thighs. Although I’d felt them growing around me, seeing just how big they’d grown was nothing short of a religious experience, second only to what I saw next as my eyes drifted upward. I gasped as I saw her massive belly and heaving tits, contained only by a few shreds of cloth, the tattered and threadbare remains of her clothes. Her breasts were so huge that she had to take a step backward to see me, staring down at me with a look of wonder and lust that matched my own.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to stop myself from cumming on the spot just from the sight of her.

And then my eyes shot open as she inhaled sharply, surging upward another inch.

So much for that.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand for me, and just as slowly I took it. She pulled to help me to my feet, jerking me upward a little too hard; she clearly didn’t know her own strength. My skin broke out in goosebumps as I rose to my full height. I barely even came up to her shoulder.

“Oh my G-” I was cut off as she pounced, lunging downward to drive her tongue down my throat. A second later, I gasped in surprise as my legs were swept out under me and I was lifted up as she held me in her arms, never breaking the kiss as she walked to her bedroom. Her mouth only left mine when she literally threw me onto her bed.

“Strip,” she growled, her voice deep and husky. A sudden panic overtook me as I scrambled to obey the command, my nervous fingers struggling with the buttons of my dress shirt. Even with the massive size advantage she now had, I of course still trusted Jenny completely. But something about the… aura she projected put a thrill of fear down my spine. She was so massive, so strong, so dangerous, that I wasn’t even really making the decision to obey her. My body was moving on its own, as though somewhere deep in my brain an ancient instinct was crying out: “this is a predator, and you are prey. Do as you’re told if you want to survive.”

What had she said back at the lab? That the drug made human DNA more bear-like? I had sort of grasped the concept at the time, but now I understood it intuitively. My instincts were flinching back from the female grizzly whose den I’d been dragged back to.

Jenny proceeded to tear away the last scraps of cloth still hanging to her massive form as I struggled with my own clothes. I wasn’t fast enough for her, so she reached down with both hands and literally tore my pants off, as though she were ripping a sheet of paper in two. My cock, slick with cum, was nevertheless standing at full attention. She continued to rip and tear until I was lying naked beneath her, and then she climbed onto the bed, the boxspring squealing in agony under her weight.

“Spread your arms out,” she said, straddling me. I did as I was told.

“Three taps if you need air. Four taps if you really need air. Got it?” I swallowed and nodded.

And then she was upon me. My entire body was squashed, crushed, flattened by her immense weight, breast and belly and thigh pressing down over every last inch of me. I was in utter darkness, vast expanses of soft, feminine flesh surrounding me.

And then, I felt her slick, sticky warmth engulf my cock. Her hips rose and slammed down onto me, impacting my body so hard that I felt a joint pop. I let out a scream, which was completely lost in the softness of the tit mashed into my face. She bucked again, and again, and my entire body spasmed violently as I exploded once again.

* * *

“SEAN! SEAN!” The sound of my name was accompanied with a sharp slap to my face. My eyes shot open as I gasped, disoriented. What…?

Jenny was kneeling over me, a look of horror and worry slowly easing off of her face.

“What part of ‘three taps if you need air’ did you not get?!”

I blinked, looking around in confusion. I was still lying on her bed, and judging by the clock, no time had really passed.

“I. Uh.” My head was swimming, and I began to notice a severe headache from the back of my skull. Despite that, I started to laugh softly. “Um. I… honestly don’t know if I passed out from lack of air, or because of how hard I came.”

Jenny glared down at me for a moment before rolling her eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Sean.” She eased herself into a lying position and snaked her arms around me, her body yielding to mine as she pulled me in tightly. “Clearly, we can’t do that again. I thought I’d killed you.”

I managed to keep my mouth shut for about seven seconds before saying, “not a bad way to go, all things considered.”

Her arms stiffened around me as she shot me another glare, before softening. “Too bad. I happen to like having you around.” She squeezed me a little tighter. “Can’t let my personal chef die on the job, after all.”

I chuckled softly.

“No, but seriously, we’re gonna have to be more careful from now on. If we just proved anything, it’s that I’m big enough now that I can hurt you without really trying.”

“...If I wasn’t, just, completely spent, that would’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know.” She kissed the top of my head, then started playing with my hair. We laid like that for a while, I’m not really sure how long because I started to drift in and out of sleep. I nearly dozed off completely before a thought that had been itching at the back of my mind suddenly pushed itself to the forefront, waking me up.

“You got heavier.”

“Hm?”

“At the dinner table. The chair was creaking during… everything. And last week, when you got on top of me while the drug was still going. I felt you get heavier.”

“Well, yeah. That’s what the formula does.”

“No… No, that can’t be what it does.”

“Oh?” Her voice was suddenly tinged with a sense of playful curiosity.

“You said it yourself. Law of Conservation of Mass. From what you told me before, the drug turns the food you eat into body mass, right?”

“Right.”

“But then that makes no sense. If you have a stomach full of food, your mass is already equal to your body weight plus the food’s weight. You shouldn’t get heavier when you grow, because you’re not adding weight, you’re just redistributing it.”

“Maybe the weight was just redistributing. Maybe that’s what made the chair creak.”

“I think if that were really true you wouldn’t have just said ‘maybe.’” I turned to look at her to see a Cheshire grin plastered on her face.

“Not bad, Sean. I have to apologize; I didn’t expect you to catch on.”

“So I’m right?!”

“You’re right. I’ve gained more mass than I’ve orally ingested tonight. Which is, by all accounts, not possible.”

“Then… how…?”

Jenny shrugged. “Sorry, little guy. Can’t tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s top-secret. Taking a couple doses without going through the proper channels got me a slap on the wrist. Talking about how the formula actually works could get me in deep shit.”

“You… you can’t even tell me?”

“Sorry. The NDA I signed didn’t have an exemption for cute boyfriends.” She lightly tapped my nose. “Only members of the project can know about it.”

I frowned.

“Does it help if I told you that you definitely wouldn’t understand the science anyway?”

“No, it’s fine, I guess… I don’t know. I… I liked the idea that I was the one making you bigger. That it was my food that was making all of…. This.”

“Oh…” she squeezed me tightly, giving me a few conciliatory kisses. “Poor thing. For what it’s worth, food is a big part of the process still. I wouldn’t have grown like this without the feast you made.”

“I guess… that does make me feel a little better about it.” She kissed me again, and again we were quiet. I was asleep before long, nestled against her.

It was still dark out when I woke up. I knew Jenny had early mornings, so I gently slipped out of her arms, still completely naked; she hadn’t left me much choice in the matter. Closing the bedroom door, I crept out to the kitchen, where tupperware and foil-wrapped baking dishes were still stacked high. I should’ve just put it away last night before the growing started, but I’d still been holding onto the hope that she might’ve managed to eat all of it. But, it had only been a few hours and everything was sealed up well, so it was still fine to fridge. There was always next time, right?

With that all put away, I moved out to the dining room, which was still a wreck. As quietly as I could, I righted the table and started cleaning up the broken glass. There were a few stray scraps of food here and there, but not much; she had managed to eat nearly everything I’d plated up.

I was still cleaning when a drowsy Jenny emerged from her bedroom, stooping slightly to get through the door frame. I dropped what I was doing and stared, mouth agape. The sight of her was still awe-inspiring.

“At the rate you’re going, you’re gonna max out all the ‘boyfriend points’ I have to give you, y’know.”

I picked my jaw up off the floor and smiled as I walked over to her, feeling electricity in my veins as I gradually tilted my head back more and more to maintain eye contact. “That’s fine. I play for the love of the game.” I stretched up on my toes to kiss her.

She smiled, but then got a look of melancholy. “Mm. Last night was a lot of fun. Enough fun that I’m not looking forward to waiting a whole ‘nother week to do it again.”

“Take a sick day?”

She snorted, smiling. “Don’t tempt me like that.”

“What’s your week looking like?” She asked as she wandered off to the kitchen; I’d already gotten a pot of coffee started.

“Well… first, I have to figure out how to get home without getting thrown in jail, seeing as someone completely destroyed the only set of clothes I brought here.”

“In my defense, you’re very cute when you’re naked.”

“After that… I really gotta get serious about finding a new job. I kinda… broke the bank prepping all this food.”

“You what?! Sean!!!” Jenny abandoned her coffee and came storming toward me.

“Look! If you make me pick between ‘financial stability’ and ‘turning the love of my life into an Amazonian sex god,’ it’s not a hard decision for me!” My breath caught as I finished the sentence and I blushed. “Love of my life” was not the kind of language we’d been using for each other. Not out loud, anyway.

Jenny blushed too, her face cycling through a half dozen emotions. “You… Mm… You’re so fucking stupid.” She threw her arms around me and kissed me again.

“...Listen,” she said as she broke the kiss off, though she continued hugging me. “What if… What if I could get you a job?”

“I mean that’d be great, but the way you said that makes me think there’s a catch.”

“Well. We need test subjects. And given the inherent risks of trying experimental medication—”

“Experimental medication that breaks the laws of physics.”

“Right. Given the inherent risk… you get a pretty healthy stipend out of it. Probably more than you’re gonna find getting hired off the street somewhere.”

“So… I’d get bigger? Like you?” I won’t lie, it sounded cool. It would be kind of fun to be seven feet tall, or even bigger. But… it would also mean closing the size gap between Jenny and I, a gap that we’d both worked very hard to widen.

“It’s a new formula, the next iteration from the one I’ve taken. I think I mentioned that we were still working out some side effects, right?”

“And you probably can’t get any human test subjects for it unless a very stupid man who’s head-over-heels in love signs a phone book’s worth of liability waivers, right?”

“More like a dictionary’s worth,” she said, smiling. “But yeah.”

Three days later, I was back in Jenny’s lab, my wrist cramping something awful. I’d been exaggerating about how much paperwork I’d have to fill out; Jenny had been dead serious.

I’d polished off the last of the leftovers before coming in. I felt full and sleepy, but no point half-assing this, right? I needed fuel for the reaction.

I was sitting in a chair in the middle of the lab while a couple assistants sat at computer terminals. I think at least one of them was supposed to take notes on what happened. I’d gone out to a big-and-tall shop and bought the biggest t-shirt and jeans they had; they hung comically loosely off of me right now, but I’d rather not grow out of my clothes in front of strangers.

Jenny emerged from the room that led deeper into the lab. I idly wondered how she’d managed to find a lab coat big enough to fit her on such short notice, but it certainly made it clear that she was in her element.

“Where’s Dr. Walker? I kind of assumed he’d be around,” I asked.

“Administrative leave. He… hasn’t been very easy to get along with lately. Technically, this whole thing is his project, so it really shouldn’t be continuing without him here, but the board’s given me special permission to oversee it in his absence. Anyway! You ready?”

I nodded, and Jenny presented a pill to me. It was the same style of gel-cap as the ones she took, but this one was yellow instead of aquamarine. I took it, as well as the glass of water she offered me afterward. With a deep breath, I tossed it in my mouth and swallowed.

“Does this version kick in any faster?”

“As a matter of fact, it does.” Jenny had barely answered my question when I started to feel light-headed, even dizzy. There was something pleasant about it, almost like being on laughing gas. I blinked and looked up at her. Her own pills never seemed to get her this high; maybe she’d upped the euphoria-inducing elements?

I tried to say that she’d overdone it, but my speech was slurred and incomprehensible. My vision was swimming, the only clear image the smiling face of Jenny high above me.

And then, I started shrinking.