Field Research - Chapter 3

“Your body already knows how to grow,” Jenny explained between bites of her third burger as I sped down the city toward my apartment. “It’s one of the main things it does for the first 15-20 years of your life. Kids are, in part, machines that convert food into body mass. The trick is to make it start that process up again, which is harder than it sounds.” It sounded pretty hard. “First, we have to get the subject’s growth plates to unfuse, partially converting the solid bone back into malleable cartilage. That part, your body doesn’t know how to do, and inducing it chemically was a fucking nightmare of a problem.

“Then, you’ve got to stimulate the pituitary gland; at its core, the formula just induces another round of puberty in the subject.”

“But… even a kid going through puberty doesn’t grow as much in one week as you have.”

“That’s right, good catch. I’m an impatient gal; getting a few inches taller over the course of a year doesn’t hack it for me. The first version of the formula was already some extremely groundbreaking shit, but it wasn’t good enough for me; I wanted it to be fast. By the way, one small correction: I didn’t grow this big in a week. I only took my first dose this morning, and I was out shopping for new clothes an hour later.”

I shuddered silently in my seat and hit the gas a little heavier.

“Isn’t… isn’t that kind of dangerous? I mean you’re the genius mad scientist—”she laughed at that—“but that seems like it would be, like, hard on the body. Kids get growing pains, you know?”

“No, you’re totally right, it’s extremely dangerous. That’s exactly what’s holding up the approval for human trials. But, we’ve got some safeguards in place. For one thing, there’s a moderately strong painkiller mixed in, along with some psychoactive compounds that… Mm… induce euphoria. It doesn’t get you high or anything, but it does feel terrific.

“But, more important than the subject’s comfort is their safety. Like I said, the body is a machine that converts food into biomass. If it tries to rapidly grow without sufficient fuel, it’ll start to eat itself. And I’ll tell you, it doesn’t matter how bad that sounds, the real thing is even worse. So, the drug has a built-in failsafe: when hormones and blood sugar levels indicate that the subject’s stomach is empty, the reaction stops cold, and won’t start again without a second dose. It also naturally loses its potency after about 15 minutes, even if there’s still food available for the reaction.”

I turned what she was saying over in my mind. “Wait. So, if I’m following you right…”

“The more you eat, the bigger you get. How stocked is your fridge, Sean?”

“Uh… A normal amount, I guess? I mean, I live alone, so…”

“Yeah, I don’t know how much you have but it’s not enough. Pull into that Rite Aid up ahead.”

I turned to look at her, probably betraying far more desperation and lust than I intended. She smiled. “Relax, the pill’s not gonna kick in for another 20 minutes or so, we’ve got time.”

Minutes later, we were standing in line at the checkout. Jenny had a 60-day supply of multivitamins in one hand and the biggest tub of protein shake mix we could find tucked under her arm. The woman in front of us was arguing with the cashier to try to make him honor an expired coupon. We both got increasingly antsy as it went on longer and longer.

“How much further is your apartment, Sean?”

“Like… 15 minutes. 10 if we get lucky with the traffic lights.”

“Shit.”

As we got back into the car, Jenny popped the cap off the multivitamins and threw the entire bottle back, wincing as she swallowed a small mouthful of them.

“Ugh, nasty. Anyway, where was I… Right. So, it’s not enough to just stimulate the pituitary gland. People are only designed to grow so big. Too much size means too much weight, and it wreaks havoc on your joints. So on top of everything else the formula does, it has to alter the subject’s DNA to encourage the development of thicker, stronger bones and ligaments.”

“Jesus Christ!” I said, half in reaction to her, half in reaction the red light that just stopped us. “I feel like you were already in ‘miracle drug’ territory like three times over!”

She slammed another mouthful of vitamins. “What can I say? I’m a tough lady to satisfy. Still think you’re up to the task?”

My knee bounced anxiously and I took a deep breath, checking both ways before flooring it through the red light.

“Okay!” I shouted as I drove too fast into my parking space, slamming the brakes to keep from hitting the retaining wall beyond it. “We made it. You haven’t started yet, right?”

“We made it,” she confirmed. “We—... oh. Ohhhh fuck. Nope. Nope we didn’t make it.” Her breathing grew ragged and labored. Her hand began to move instinctively between her legs, before she clenched it into a fist and knocked the dashboard lightly.

“We gotta hurry.”

As quickly as I could, I led her up the stairs to my front door. Halfway up, she started cursing angrily.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s starting, and the waist of these jeans was already tight. It’s fine, move! Move!”

She practically shoved me up the stairs and through the door, then pushed the jar of protein powder into my hands.

“Scissors, now. And then start mixing that and don’t stop.”

My first instinct was to run and do as she’d said… until I realized that she was taller. I froze as I realized that the top of her head was slowly but steadily creeping higher.

“SEAN! NOW!”

I shook myself out of it and bolted for the kitchen, tossing the jar on the counter and digging through a drawer for scissors. As soon as I found them, Jenny snatched them from me, grunting in pain as she struggled to cut herself out of her jeans. I whipped open a cabinet and grabbed a tall glass, dumping a scoop of the powder into it and then running it under the sink, stirring it furiously until it started to thicken. I handed it off to Jenny before grabbing a second glass and starting again.

“Oh my God, this shit is disgusting. I—” She cut herself off with a sharp gasp, and a loud snap followed. When I turned back around, I was taken aback by how much she’d grown, not just taller, but bigger. Her body’s dimensions had swelled, her hips widening even further, her belly and tits becoming even more huge. She actually didn’t seem all that much taller at first… until I realized that the snapping sound had been her heels breaking under her weight. Her feet were flat on the ground, and she was still taller than she’d been in heels.

She doubled over, supporting herself against the kitchen counter, breath quickening, skin flush with sweat. I offered the second protein shake to her, hand trembling slightly.

With one hand, she slapped it away, sending it splashing to the floor. With the other, she grabbed the collar of her blouse, digging sharply into her neck, and tore her top clean off.

Then, she was on me.

Our teeth clacked as she mashed her mouth into mine, and the back of my head hit the refrigerator hard. I reflexively tried to cry out, but that just enabled her to jam her tongue even deeper into my mouth. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as I realized that, for the first time, I was honest to goodness having to tilt my head back to kiss a woman. And not just because she was standing on a step or wearing platforms or something, both things Jenny had done her fair share of for me back in high school. It was because she was bigger than I was. I was kissing a woman that was bigger than me. Pleasure flooded my veins, and I tried to push her back to start undressing; the pleasure amplified even higher when I realized that I couldn’t, that her immense weight had me helplessly pinned to the front of my refrigerator.

“Which way to your bedroom?” she asked when she finally had to break the kiss off for air. I pointed, and her lips were immediately locked with mine again as she began pushing me backward in the appropriate direction. She dug her fingers into my shirt and balled some of the fabric into a fist, tugging hard to make the buttons pop off one by one. Meanwhile, I struggled to remove her too-small bra (how the fuck could a bra that gigantic be too small!?), getting it off just before she shoved me onto the bed.

My cheap twin-size box spring squealed in protest as she threw her full weight down onto me, knocking the breath from my lungs. My heartbeat quickened as I realized that I could feel her slowly getting heavier on top of me; she was still growing. Her thick, supple thighs straddled my body as endless soft, feminine flesh crushed me down into the mattress, my hard-on straining painfully against the impossible mass of raw woman pressing down on it. Soft but powerful hands clamped down around my wrists as she stared down at me hungrily.

“I have dreamed about getting to do this again. Did you know, Sean, that you’re the only guy who’s ever been able to get me off of them? Every other man—boy—I’ve been with has been too scrawny and weak.” She kissed my neck, shocking me as she finished off with a bite hard enough to leave a mark. “Then again,” she growled, “you’re starting to look kind of scrawny to me, too. Think you can still do it, Sean? Go on, try and push me off of you.”

I started fighting to get free, but I already knew from the kitchen that it was going to be virtually impossible. I managed to get my hands just barely up off the mattress before she drove them back down. As I tried to inhale to try again, she leaned down, literally smothering me in her gargantuan tits, soft flesh molding to the contours of my face to make an airtight seal.

“Come on, tiny. You’re gonna have to try harder than that. You can do it, can’t you? Show me how big and strong you are, Sean!” I continued to struggle, but it was even less effective than before. “This is the last time you’re even going to have a chance, little guy. Because I’m only gonna keep getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Don’t let it go to waste, Sean. Beat me while you still can.”

It was no use. I couldn’t say for certain if she was stronger than me, but even if she wasn’t, she had a massive weight advantage, and that combined with her strength left me hopelessly outmatched.

I went limp underneath her.

“Oh come on, are you giving up that fast? You can put on a better show than this, Sean… Sean? Sean?! Oh my God.” Jenny immediately lifted herself off of me, terrified that she’d managed to really suffocate me in her breasts.

Which is exactly what I was counting on.

Just as she rose up onto all fours, I let out a loud “HA!” and jerked my right arm as hard as I could. Her left arm moved along with it, slipping out from under her and sending her toppling to her side. I seized the opportunity and climbed on top of her; she was so wide that I practically had to do the splits to straddle her.

“I did it,” I panted, too out of breath for it to sound triumphant.

“Cheater!” She accused, crossing her arms. Every little motion she made sent ripples through the soft excess of her body.

“Sounds like sour grapes to me,” I said with a grin. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she held me back with a hand against my collarbone, her expression amused but judgmental.

“Those are some dangerous words for such a little thing like you to be throwing around.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure, big scary giantess,” I said with a smirk. “What are you gonna do, fuck me ‘til my pelvis breaks?”

“Don’t give me ideas.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I pushed harder against her hand and she relented, wrapping her arms around me as we passionately kissed, gradually helping each other out of what remaining clothes we still had on.

Hours later, well past when either of us should have been awake, we were still lying together, spooning (I was a little embarrassed by just how big a kick I got out of being the true, honest-to-goodness little spoon for once). My body was exhausted, barely capable of mustering the strength to speak.

“Why, though?” I whispered quietly, not even certain if Jenny was still up. A sleepy “Hm?” from behind me confirmed that she was.

“Why did you do all this? The… growth drug, I mean.”

“Are you complaining?”

“God no, this has been the best night of my entire life.” She squeezed me a little tighter. “But like… you’ve done like five different impossible things. I mean, I don’t know shit about science, but you’ve made something that, as far as I understood, could only happen in science fiction.”

“Could’ve said the same for airplanes 130 years ago.”

“I always knew you were smart, but, fuck… you might literally be the most intelligent person in the world. Why was… this, what you decided to devote all that brainpower toward?”

Jenny was quiet for a moment or two, her hand rubbing my chest. 

“When I was a kid, I didn’t really fit in anywhere. Everyone thought I was a know-it all. Boys thought it was freakish that I was stronger than most of them. And that’s not even getting into my size. The world is not kind to fat girls, Sean.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. You think you know, but you haven’t lived it. People will make your life a living hell, just because they think you owe it to them to be skinny. Like your body only exists for them to ogle, and if they don’t like ogling it, then you’ve cheated them somehow. And that shit starts fuckin’ young. I was miserable as a kid. I had… I don’t know, people I’d spend time with, sometimes, but I didn’t really have friends. I went out on a couple dates here and there, but half the time it was some little shit who only did it on a dare from his shithead little buddies, like the very idea of dating me was the funniest fucking thing they’d ever heard. The other half were still guys who weren’t really attracted to me, but who thought they didn’t have a shot with any other girls. I never really had, like… a connection with anyone, until I met you.”

I rolled over, just barely making out the features of Jenny’s bittersweet smile in the dark.

“You… made me feel like a princess. You liked how strong I was, and you weren’t intimidated by my intelligence. And… you thought I was sexy. You looked at me with the kind of love and longing that I saw guys look at other girls with all the time. And you didn’t like me in spite of my size, but because of it. When I was with you, I didn’t feel ashamed of being so big; I actually felt proud of it. And when you first told me how you’d fantasize about me being even bigger… I mean, that would’ve been a nightmare for me a year earlier. 

“But… I don’t know, this is a lame way to phrase it but I can’t think of anything better, I guess you just kind of made a safe space for me to think about how I felt about my size, instead of just internalizing everyone else’s hatred of it. And you made me realize that… yeah, I like being big, and yeah, I’d like being even bigger. In fact… I’d love being bigger. So big that all those assholes and creeps would be too small to care about, completely and utterly beneath my consideration. I wasn’t… just humoring you with all that giantess stuff. You… kind of got me liking it, too. I mean, that’s an understatement. You made me want it so bad that I’ve devoted my entire life up to now trying to make it possible.”

“...How big can that drug make you, anyhow?”

“I’m not getting Godzilla-sized with it, so don’t get your hopes up. At some point, there’s just nothing we can do to reinforce the body’s support systems enough to sustain the increased mass. I don’t know exactly when you’d cross the line with that… but I wouldn’t risk getting any bigger than, say, an elephant.”

“An elephant?! Jesus fucking Christ!” I thought for sure that it would top out at like, “basketball player!”

She laughed and hugged me close, squishing me against her belly. “I guess, if I’m completely honest, I had another reason for this career path. A very silly, very immature idea in the back of my head that maybe, just maybe, if I made my Prince Charming’s dreams come true, he’d come back to me.”

I hugged her as tightly as I could. “I guess it wasn’t so silly after all.”

“No, I guess it wasn’t."