Field Research - Chapter 2

The next week seemed to drag on forever. All I could think about was seeing Jenny again. Every hour, every minute, seemed like a prison I’d never escape. Monday was my night off, and once I’d woken up early in the afternoon, I’d spent the day pacing around restlessly, too anxious about Sunday to even focus on a TV show. 

I’ll admit, it was a little pathetic.

About the only thing that seemed to make the time pass at all was looking at the photos Jenny had sent me, studying them closely, imagining myself really being small enough to fit in her hands like that. “Don’t even think about trying to escape…” Why would I ever want to?

I wondered if I should text her back, and if so, what I should even say. Should I go along with the little role-play scenario she was floating? That felt weirdly forward, even though she’d been the one to start it. I could just start chatting with her… but I didn’t want to burn conversation topics that I could save for our date. Plus, she’d made it clear that she was a busy woman; she might not appreciate me bugging her.

My overthinking was interrupted by another ding from my phone. It was Jenny.

i guess i shouldve asked first… you are still into the whole giant thing, right?

I smacked my forehead. What the hell was I doing? I hadn’t responded to her at all, and now I’d made her worry that she made things weird. I immediately started tapping out a message.

No no, uh, yeah. Im still into it. Especially from you.

I hit “send,” then realized that my failure to answer her might warrant a little extra.

You just left me speechless, is all.

There was no response, and I plopped down in a chair, head tilted back toward the ceiling. Had I managed to blow this already?

After a half-hour that felt more like a half-decade, my phone dinged once again.

cute. but you better learn to answer when i talk to you, cuz the next time you leave me on read youre going in here.

The message was accompanied by a stock photo of a mason jar she’d clearly grabbed off the internet. I smiled.

Don’t forget to poke some airholes in the lid.

dont you worry, little guy. if i wanted to suffocate you, i have more fun ways to do it 😘

I wrote out a simple, “Don’t I know it,” but erased it and sent something different instead.

Oh yeah? Like what?

She didn’t answer right away; in fact, she didn’t answer for hours. Fair enough, given how long it had taken me to say something to her, but it meant that I was right back to climbing the walls. I cleaned my apartment, took a walk through my neighborhood, and when I got home I started looking online for bartender openings, but nothing worked to meaningfully distract me; I spent the entire evening checking my phone every 5 minutes, until finally, around midnight, my phone dinged once more. 

Like this.

The two-word text came accompanied with another photo. She’d clearly set her phone camera on a timer or something and set it in a chair, so that it was staring straight up at her impossibly huge, impossibly round, completely naked ass. Her body was obscuring the light in the room, putting her backside mostly in shadow, only the dimpled edges of her cheeks illuminated.

I stared at the photo for entirely too long, mesmerized. Why the fuck had I ever broken up with… that? HOW the fuck had I ever broken up with that? I was desperate to run my hands across it, to squeeze it, to feel its weight on my face as I…

I realized that I was leaving her hanging again. Swallowing, I took a moment to think, and tapped out a response.

The solar eclipse really is a beautiful sight.

Her reply came much more quickly this time:

lol. smartass. bet youre not gonna have any clever little comments when you see it for real.

This time, I decided to just be honest.

No, I don’t think I will.

The entire week proceeded the same way. I spent most of my days trying and failing to distract myself from the anticipation of our date, with an occasional new photo from Jenny the only thing really keeping me going. She was showing off more and more of her stunning, massive body as she went, each one taken from a low angle, each one accompanied with some kind of comment or caption that played me like a fiddle.

i think youd be real cozy in here, and i could take you to work like this!, read the most recent message. The caption came with a photo that Jenny mostly wasn’t in; she'd clearly stuffed her phone into her generous cleavage, the inner sides of her breasts bulging ever so slightly into the sides of the frame.

I really wasn’t used to being with someone that was so willing to explore this… side of myself, I guess. It hadn’t been a part of my life in this way since we’d broken up. I’d never felt comfortable sharing my size kink with another partner; it was something private, something I only ever explored alone. Jenny’s teasing was… well, first and foremost, it was fucking hot, but it was also… affirming, in a weird way? It just felt really nice to once again have someone that accepted me, all of me, and who was so game to play along.

I told my boss I’d need Sunday night off, and when he told me no, I quit right on the spot. The job wasn’t worth the stress anyway, and I was confident I’d find something else soon enough. As much as I was enjoying our texts, nothing was gonna get in the way of seeing Jenny in person as soon as I possibly could.

Somehow, I survived the week-long wait, and found myself standing outside the restaurant we’d agreed on—neither of us were exactly flush with cash, and we were limited by what would still be open at 10 PM, so we’d ended up deciding on a simple bar and grill. I kept checking the time; it was only five minutes past when we’d agreed to meet up, but of course I’d gotten here 30 minutes early. I paced up and down the sidewalk, stretching my neck up to get the best look around I could so that I could catch her as soon as she arrived.

And then, finally, she rounded the corner. For a second, I was too stunned to even smile.

When I’d seen her the week previous, she’d been dressed for a casual night of drinking alone, just grabbing a few shots to unwind after a stressful day. Tonight, she’d dressed up, and Jesus Christ she looked incredible. She was wearing strappy white heels, about as formal as she could get away with when combined with her jeans, which were absolutely painted on, flaunting every curve of her thick, voluptuous legs and ass. A loose, silky blouse hung over her waistline, coming up only to her chest, leaving her clavicle and shoulders exposed. And, of course, her cleavage. Good fucking God. As she strolled toward me, I would almost swear that her tits were even bigger than they’d been last week. It took every ounce of willpower to tear my eyes away from her chest to look at her face, her soft, rounded, gorgeous features accentuated lightly with make-up, loose curls of hair spilling out from a bun.

I nearly found the wherewithal to speak, to greet her properly, to try and say something smooth to compensate for my dumb slack-jawed staring, but before I could, she got close enough for me to pick up on yet another detail about her appearance:

She was taller than me.

My lips formed the shapes of about a dozen different sounds, but no words came out.

“Good to see you too, little guy.”

My eyes immediately shot down toward her feet. She was wearing heels, but… nothing all that dramatic. I’d just seen her a week ago, and she was the same height I’d remembered her as, about 5’9”. Those were maybe four inch heels, which would bring her up to my eye level.

So why was it that I was having to tilt my head back to kiss her?

“C’mon, I had to skip lunch today, I’m starving.” She took my arm and practically dragged me into the restaurant. It wasn’t until we were seated that I finally found my words again.

“How?”

She innocently cocked her head.

“How what, Sean?”

“How, are you… bigger?”

She cracked up laughing. “I’d call that a rude question from anyone but you. I think it’s mostly because I don’t have time to hit the gym these days. The Krispy Kreme right by my building might be partly to blame too, between you and me.” She winked conspiratorially.

“No, but! That’s not what I… You’re taller!”

Her smile turned coy. “Sean… I don’t know if I’m interested in role-playing in public. Why don’t we save that kind of thing? You know, for later?”

Was she… was she seriously denying it? Now that we were sitting, and had a table between us, it was harder for me to gauge her size. Had I just imagined it? No… no! I know what I saw!

“Jenny… I’m serious.”

“Me too.” 

I suddenly felt a soft thump as something hit the seat of my chair. My eyes went wide as I felt the sole of Jenny’s shoe press gently into my groin.

“Right now, what I want is a decent meal and a fun conversation with my old-slash-new boyfriend. We’ll have plenty of time to play Attack of the 50-Foot Woman afterward.”

“Welcome! I’m Katie, and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you two off with some drinks?”

Jenny didn’t move her foot off of me. In fact, she started rocking her ankle back and forth, rubbing me gently through the crotch of my pants. I cleared my throat as my dick started to harden.

“U-uh, Jenny?”

“I’ll have a Pepsi,” she said with a friendly tone to the waitress, paying me no mind. The tablecloth obscured what she was doing, but that did nothing to ease my sense of panic.

“I’ll um. I’ll have the same!” I fought to keep my voice from cracking.

Katie flashed us a friendly smile and walked away, and Jenny shot me a mischievous look.

Did I mention that she’s a relentless tease?

“If, um…” I cleared my throat again. “If you want a ‘fun conversation’ with me, you might need to, uh, stop.”

“I dunno. I’m having a ball.” I gave her a pleading look and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, fine. Fair’s fair. I’ll stop teasing you if you wait ‘til after we eat to ask me about my growth.”

“So you did—!” I was stopped short by her foot pressing down harder.

“What’d I just say?”

“R-right. Sorry.”

Transitioning into a more normal topic of conversation felt virtually impossible. My mind was buzzing with questions, and it took an active effort to keep from blurting them out. And there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that that was exactly why she was refusing to discuss it. She was toying with me.

I wasn’t complaining.

I did my best to push my questions out of my mind and shift into “date mode.”

“I… think you’ve gathered how I feel, but for the record, you look incredible.”

She smiled and reached across the table, her breasts pouring over its surface as she took my hand.

“Thank you. Y’know, not every guy looks at me the way you do. A lot of men think I’m… too big.”

“A lot of men are fucking stupid.” I said it with a laugh, but I was deadly serious. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever dated—no, that I’ve ever met—and anyone who can’t see that needs their head examined.”

She rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb. “That’s something else I missed about you, Sean. When you say things like that about me… I can tell you really mean it. I’ve had plenty of hook-ups over the past eight years, and a few more serious relationships, too. But I don’t think anyone’s ever looked at me the way you do.” I smiled back at her warmly, but then I started to notice a little sadness creep into her face.

“You broke my heart, y’know? Ugh, sorry, I told myself I wasn’t going to say that. It was so long ago, and I got over it eventually… but. I don’t know. It hurt pretty bad, at the time.”

“I… I thought. I mean, we talked about it…”

“Yeah, and I put on a brave face for you. Because… I loved you, and even though you were dumping me, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Oh, Jenny… I’m so sorry.” Internally, I kicked myself for never realizing that our break-up wasn’t as amicable as I’d thought. I put my other hand on top of hers. “...Does it help if I told you I’ve spent the last eight years regretting it? That it was, bar none, the single stupidest thing I’ve done in my entire life?”

She chuckled slightly. “A little. But you’ve still got a ways to go if you want to fully make it up to me.”

“I’m just grateful I get the chance to.”

Katie was back soon after with our drinks, and we ordered our food: a basket of chicken wings for me, and two 8-ounce burgers for Jenny, one bacon, one mushroom-swiss. I must have made some kind of face.

“I told you, I skipped lunch. I’m famished.”

“No, of course! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Get whatever you want!”

I felt like a complete ass that I’d made her feel self-conscious. I truly didn’t care, and I certainly wasn’t judging her. But, I wasn’t helping my case much as the food came out and she caught me staring as she devoured one burger and immediately moved onto the next.

“What?” she asked. Her tone was clipped, and she was blushing slightly.

“Nothing, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Just…” Fuck it, she caught me. Just be honest. “I just think it’s kind of hot that you can eat so much.”

She blushed, and immediately dropped the defensive posture she’d been beginning to assume. “God dammit, Sean. I… Mm.” The compliment seemed to have taken her aback; I guess it was kind of a weird thing to be complimenting.

“Sorry.”

“No! No. Just… Like I said. I’m just used to more judgmental guys.”

“Oh, I’m plenty judgmental. The girl I dated back in high school set a high bar for me, and no one else has ever cleared it.” She blushed a little harder and retreated into her meal, and I decided to focus on my own food.

In fact, I ate as quickly as I could, because that had been the deal; we’d discuss her height once we'd eaten.

I did my best to keep my cool and keep the conversation going, but she was taking forever to finish her fries. The mischievous glint in her eye left no room for doubt; she was doing it on purpose, and daring me to call her out on it. I refused to take the bait, knowing full well well that if I broke our “deal,” she’d just find some way to string me along even more.

But eventually, there was a single fry left on her plate, and she wasn’t touching it. I kept glancing down at it, but she just kept finding something new to talk about every time the conversation hit a stopping point.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot my hand across the table, grabbed the fry and popped it in my mouth, barely even bothering to chew before swallowing.

“Alright, that’s a meal, that’s a conversation, that’s my end of the bargain. Your turn.”

She burst out laughing. “God, it’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“I’m gonna explode if we don’t talk about it right now.”

“Alright, alright! Good grief.” She pushed her plate aside and set her elbows on the table, propping her head up with her hands.

“You remember last week, when I told you about what I’m studying?”

“I remember the conversation, but to be honest I didn’t really follow any of it.”

“I know. I went out of my way to use as much jargon as I could. It was more fun that way.”

“So…” Pieces were tentatively starting to click in my mind. “What are you studying?”

“Molecular biology, like I told you. But more specifically, hormones. Growth hormones. I’m developing a drug that can induce growth in adults.”

My heart started pounding, and I shifted in my chair. “That’s… you’re kidding, right? You’re pulling a prank on me.”

“You’ve already seen the results, Sean. We haven’t gotten approval for human testing yet… but taking a dose myself didn’t get me anything more than a slap on the wrist. Oh my God, don’t pass out on me!”

I was hyperventilating, rubbing my hands back and forth across the tablecloth anxiously. Not only had Jenny popped back up in my life, not only was she even bigger and more beautiful than I’d remembered her, not only was she eager to pick up right where we’d left off, despite the way I’d left her… on top of all of that, she was telling me that she had invented a way to make my biggest fantasy come true.

“Am. Am I dead?”

“What?”

“No, sorry, just. I think I might be dead and in heaven.”

She shook with another fit of laughter. “This is exactly why I didn’t explain it like this last week. Consider it a getting back together gift. In fact…” she grabbed her purse off the table and reached inside, removing a small, silver case. Popping it open, she dumped a large aquamarine pill into her hand and held it out to me. I took it, and she giggled at the way my hand was trembling.

“That’s another little dose of ‘heaven’ right there. What do you think?”

“Um… about, about what?”

She rolled her eyes. “About… this.” She gently grabbed my wrist and pulled it toward her face, sticking out her tongue. With a deep breath, I set pill on her tongue and watched as she swallowed it, slowly and deliberately.

“We should get out of here,” she said with a smile. “But first, I need to get some more food to go.”