Grower

“Are you ready for me, little man?” she asked him, towering above him, fully nude, as he lay on the bed below, also nude.

Richard was rock hard, which meant that Jennifer had become at least nine feet tall now. He nodded, feeling too intimidated to speak.

The mattress and steel bed frame creaked under her weight as the amazonian giantess crawled up on top of him. Hundreds of pounds of woman loomed above him, her fit body, hard and ready to take him.

And, Richard was ready for her. As dangerous as it was, Jennifer was going to be on top this time. If she lost her balance, if she pressed too hard, it could all end in disaster. Rather than scaring him, the risk thrilled him.

She lowered herself onto his crotch, guiding him inside where he felt her intense warmth and then resting some of her massive body down on him, flattening the mattress beneath him. He sensed that she might break him if she applied any more force, but she was careful, gentle even. Her thick fingers caressed his face, and she planted a kiss on his lips that he felt from his chin to his nose.

“Let’s begin,” she said, her breath hot and steamy. “Warn me if I go too hard.”

“Y-yes,” he said, gasping as she started to move.

He would have liked for their lovemaking to go on for hours, but it was over far too soon. The pleasure of it overwhelmed him, and he finished minutes later, like a nervous teen for his first time.

“S-sorry,” he apologized. “You were just so…”

“It’s alright,” she said, sounding genuinely forgiving and understanding as she patted his chest. “I know I can be too much for you sometimes.”

She rolled over onto her back beside him, and he slid to the edge of the bed to give her some space. Still, even as he softened and she shrank some, she remained too large to fit the bed, her feet still resting on the floor. He listened as she rummaged around in a drawer, easily reaching the dresser with her long arm. She retrieved her toy and started it buzzing. Then, she finished herself off, as he lay there listening, trying his best to keep her from nudging him off the bed, as she writhed in pleasure.

By the time she was done, letting out her final shuddering moans, his dick had shrunk back mostly down its regular flaccid size. She had as well, her whole body now fit on the bed, but just barely.

Minutes drifted by as they rested, half-asleep, enjoying the afterglow of their love. Then, Jennifer started to get up from the bed.

Realizing that she was about to leave him, Richard said, “Wait,” putting a hand on her arm. “Stay with me tonight.”

She paused, and said, “I shouldn’t. It’s not safe.”

“Please,” he said. “I don’t want to wake up alone.”

She sighed and lay back down, and they kissed. “If you insist,” she said.

They cuddled and spooned, with her as the little spoon. As always, he was amazed at how small she seemed after shrinking down to her regular size.  Like that, they fell asleep.

***

Richard woke up the next morning when something hard hit him in the head. He lay there on the floor in a daze, confused about what had hit him. Then, he figured out he had fallen out of bed and banged his head on the bedside table.

Touching where a lump was growing, he checked to see if he was bleeding. Feeling a little damp there, he sat up on the floor and immediately realized the problem. He had morning wood, and Jennifer’s body had grown to cover most of the bed again, her legs dangling off the end of it. Her slow deep breathing indicated that she had not woken up yet. She must have knocked him off accidentally in her sleep.

He went to the bathroom and confirmed that there was blood in his hair. It was a small cut though, nothing that would require stitches. He sat on the toilet, holding tissues against it to staunch the bleeding. His morning wood faded, and he hoped that it would be all gone before she woke up.

“Richard?” she said.

He sighed as he heard her get out of bed.

She appeared naked in the doorway and had to stoop to fit through it. Then, she gasped when she saw him and the blood on the tissues.

“Are you alright?” she asked, taking a concerned step towards him.

“I’m fine,” he said, trying to calm her. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “I just rolled off the bed. It’s okay.”

“It’s my fault,” she said and sighed. “I must have pushed you off. I should have gone back to my own room.”

“No,” he said. “I wanted you to stay. This one’s on me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“No, I’m sorry,” he replied. “It’s okay, really.”

She relaxed a little and said, “I’m going to make us some breakfast. Call for me if you feel woozy or anything, okay?”

“Okay,” he said and they kissed.

She was short enough when she left the room that she did not need to stoop through the door this time, but she did it anyway out of habit.

***

“You have a size problem?” the witch asked him.

Had Richard realized at the time that she was a witch, he might have just let the conversation end there.

“Not me,” he said, trying not to sound too defensive. “It’s my girlfriend. She’s… small.”

“You’re too big for her?” asked the witch, sounding faintly amused.

“Well,” he said, feeling his face flush. “She’s not even five feet tall, and I’m over six. Plus, she’s very tight, um, down there. It can be a little painful for her sometimes if we’re not careful.”

Without any hint of modesty, she stared at his crotch, apparently giving his bulge a visual measurement. “You don’t seem all that large,” she said.

“I…” he said, crossing his hands in front of his crotch. “I get bigger when… you know.”

“A grower, not a shower,” said the witch, with a smirk. “Yes, I understand.”

“We met on the beach,” he explained. “She must have sized me up and decided that I would fit. Well, she didn’t figure that I would nearly double in size when I got hard.”

“The sock is too small for the foot,” she said, amused.

“This is an herbal remedies store,” he said, looking around at the jars of odd plants and roots on shelves. “Jen’s a vegetarian and is all about natural cures and stuff. I thought you might have something natural that could help us fit better.”

“You want to make yourself smaller?” the witch asked, shocked.

“N-no,” he said. “Is there something that might make her a little bigger, you know, so that I can fit inside better?”

The witch thought for a long minute in silence. Then, without another word, she stood up and started pulling jars off of the shelves. Richard watched as she weighed dried herbs and ground them into a powder with an actual stone mortar and pestle. Finally, she scooped the powder into a little brown envelope, and handed it to him.

“Brew that into a tea and drink it together,” the witch instructed him.

“This will make her big enough?” he asked.

She rang up the price on an antique cash register, and he started to dig around in his wallet for cash.

“When you grow down there,” the witch explained, as she collected his money, “she will grow with you.” She finished ringing up the order and handed him his change.

Richard looked at the envelope and back around the room again, suspecting at last that something more than “natural” might be going on here. “Is it safe?” he asked the witch.

She shrugged and replied, “Nothing in life is safe if handled without care. The tea will not harm either of you when you drink it, if that’s what you mean. However, there is no going back after you do.”

“Okay,” he said, feeling that he might be getting into unforeseen trouble now. Then, he thanked her and left the shop.

That night, he told Jennifer about the herbal remedies shop. She laughed at him and called him a sucker for getting conned out of his money. Nevertheless, she brewed the powder into a tea, and they drank it. Why not? Might as well give it a try.

***

“How’s your head,” Jennifer asked Richard as he sat down at the breakfast table.

“I’m not bleeding anymore,” he said. “Just have a little lump there. No one will notice. I’m fine, really.”

She sighed as she set a plate of scrambled eggs and fruit down in front of him before taking a seat and starting to eat from her own plate.

Wanting to change the subject, he asked her, “Did you get my suit back from the cleaners yet?”

“I’ll pick it up after work,” she said and put a strawberry in her mouth.

“Are you worried?” he asked her, setting down his fork.

“About what?”

“About the dinner?” he said. “It’s the first time our parents are meeting each other. We’ll be at a restaurant.”

“So long as you keep yourself focused,” she said, poking at her eggs with her fork, “then there won't be anything to worry about, will there?”

He nodded and ate some eggs.

“We got four more RSVPs to the wedding yesterday,” she said. “It looks like almost everyone is coming, even my out-of-state relatives.”

“When is the dress fitting?” he asked.

“In a couple of weeks,” she said. “You’ll have to make sure you find something unappealing to do while I’m at it.”

“I will,” he said. “I’ve been practicing my control. You know I have. Meditation. Cold showers. I’ve gotten better.”

She seemed unconvinced.

“What?” he asked.

“Yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“I was teaching a yoga class, and I grew at least a foot taller in the middle of it,” she said. “Thankfully, nobody noticed it happening. They were all too focused on their own bodies to notice mine, and Spandex is magical, after all. Still, I noticed.”

“Oh,” he said, and felt his face flush. “You see, there’s this new intern at the office. She’s… kind of tall.”

Jennifer sighed.

“I just met her,” he explained, “and when I got bored later… my mind wandered.”

“I see,” Jennifer said. She did not sound jealous or anything like that, only a little annoyed. “Should I be worried?”

“It won’t happen again,” Richard assured her. “I’ve put her out of my mind.”

“Great,” Jennifer said. She did not sound entirely convinced, but she let it go and finished her breakfast.

When they were done eating, she took their plates and cleaned up. Richard headed for the bathroom and tried very hard not to picture the new intern as he washed the blood out of his hair. However, it was a struggle.

***

Richard spent the day dodging the intern. He found excuses to be somewhere else if he thought he might encounter her again. He turned his attention to his work, focusing on the figures on a computer screen instead of her figure.

Still, he felt his mind starting to wander now and then. To give himself something to focus on, he started reflecting back on all the ways that he and Jennifer had needed to adjust their lives to handle what the witch’s tea had done to them, her in particular.

Aside from some humorous situations, such as when Richard had waded into a cold lake causing Jennifer to shrink to be child-sized, they had to find ways for her to cope with growing larger, uncontrollably. Before the tea, Jennifer had been an avid runner and taught gym classes at a primary school. After the tea, she had given up running. The shoes were expensive and her feet had grown to the point of bursting out of them too often. However, she was athletic by nature, so she changed up her workout routine to focus more on swimming. After all, it’s hard to tell how tall someone is in the water, and swimsuits are designed to stretch. She had avoided being caught tearing out of her clothes at school, but there were a few close calls when she had only hidden just before being seen with her clothes ripping off of her growing body. Again, the solution was finding a new way to keep doing what she had been doing. She now taught adult fitness classes at a rec center and wore Spandex exclusively. Fortunately, most people in the middle of intense exercise are too distracted by their workouts to notice if the instructor gradually becomes a giant woman. She was coping, treating this magical link between them as less of a curse and more of a strange nuisance. While at the same time, he was doing his best to control his erections.

However, keeping himself under control was a struggle sometimes. After all, arousal was not a conscious thing. It could happen anytime if he let his mind wander off into erotic thoughts. Even a glimpse of something sexy could set him off. What made matters worse was the recent discovery that he had something of a fetish for tall, powerful women. He fell in love with Jennifer as her normal, quite short self, but there was something incredibly sexy about her when she grew. Every inch she gained and the power that came with it turned him on more and more. This created a feedback loop of getting aroused by her, causing her to grow, which aroused him even more, causing her to grow even more, and on and on, until she had outgrown all of her clothes and her head was bumping into the ceiling.

Richard’s phone buzzed, and he checked the notification.

“Calm down!” Jennifer had texted him, including an eggplant emoji and a red circular “not” symbol.

Richard realized that while thinking about her, he had developed a semi.

“Sorry,” he replied. “I’ll get it under control.” He shut his eyes and focused on his breathing, clearing his mind, using his meditation training.

“Hurry,” she texted. “I’m hiding in a toilet stall.”

He felt himself soften and kept focusing on his breathing.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice said, from beside him.

Richard opened his eyes and turned to see the tall intern standing there, looking down at him.

“You’re Richard, right?” she asked him.

“Uh,” he said, feeling cornered in his cubicle. “W-what’s the matter?”

“I’m supposed to give you a file,” she said, rifling through a stack of folders she was holding. Richard looked away, but he felt his arousal increasing, nonetheless.

“Oh, shoot!” the intern cried, dropping a few folders on the ground.

Richard looked back at her and caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she crouched down to collect the papers that had fallen out. Then, he got a good view of her long legs as she stood up again.

His phone buzzed.

Jennifer had texted, “STOPP ITT”

“Here,” the intern said, passing a folder to him.

He took it and averted his eyes. “T-thanks,” he said. “Sorry, I’ve got to get something done right away.”

“No problem,” the intern replied. “See you later.”

He heard her walk away and did not glance at her once as she left. Still, it took a few minutes for him to regain his composure.

Jennifer texted, “Great, I split my pants. You need to get it together. We can’t have you blowing me up in front of our parents tonight.”

“Sorry,” he wrote back. “The intern just talked to me, but I was thinking of you at first. I swear.”

“I believe you, and I know you’re trying,” Jennifer wrote. “Still, you need to control it better.”

“I will,” he wrote.

“Good,” she replied. “I’m almost back to normal. Love you.” Heart emoji.

He sent her back a heart emoji. “Love you.”

***

“Is he coming?” Jennifer’s mother asked, shortly after they had sat down and started looking at their menus.

“Dad said he would be here,” Jennifer answered and glanced uncertainly at Richard and then Richard’s parents, who were chatting together about sharing meals.

“Is she coming with him?” Jennifer’s mother asked, with bile rising in her voice.

“I…” Jennifer hesitated, looking worried. “I think so.”

Jennifer’s mother ordered a martini from the server. Then, they all ordered their meals.

“It’ll be alright,” Richard said, giving Jennifer’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She nodded but appeared only slightly comforted.

Richard could tell how important this dinner was for her. This was the most dressed up he had seen her since the witch’s tea. She had on a proper dress and a nice pair of heels. However, she had taken care to pick something loose and stretchy, a swing dress made of jersey fabric with a floral pattern. Beneath that, she wore a bathing suit top as a bra to conceal the shape of her nipples. Below that all, pink leggings took the place of underwear. She was safe to grow but looked fancy at the same time. Richard had to look away to avoid getting aroused. He doubted she would appreciate him testing the elasticity of her outfit this early in the night.

Looking across the room, Richard noticed Jennifer’s father walking into the restaurant. Richard was about to wave him over until he noticed the woman on his arm. There was no doubt who she was, the same woman that Jennifer and her mother had been alluding to earlier, her father’s new girlfriend. He understood immediately why her mother had been so resentful of her ex-husband's new love interest. She appeared to be less than a decade older than Jennifer. Also, she had a gorgeous body and no compunction about showing it off, as evinced by the skimpy dress she wore, which prominently displayed her surgically enhanced chest.

A sharp pain in Richard’s shin made him grunt and turn his attention back to Jennifer, who he realized had just kicked him. She glared at him as he watched her grow subtly larger. He nodded and shut his eyes, trying to wipe the image of her father’s girlfriend from his mind.

“Hi, Dad,” Jennifer said.

“Hey, Kid. Sorry we’re late,” Jennifer’s father said. Richard looked at him while avoiding even glancing at the woman with him. “Tiff wanted to make sure she was looking her best when we shared our big news.”

“What news?” Jennifer asked, apprehensively.

“Check it out!” Tiff declared, holding out her hand to show off the diamond ring on her finger.

Richard looked at it, but he was distracted by the sight of her cleavage. Damn his eyes! He was getting hard. No doubt Jennifer was aware of it.

“Oh, Jesus, Saul,” said Jennifer’s mother. “You couldn’t wait to pop the question until after your daughter’s dinner? You just had to upstage her like this?”

“What are you talking about?” he replied.

As they argued, Richard glanced at Jennifer, seeing how his arousal was growing her larger. Fortunately, for the moment, everyone was distracted by her father and Tiff. Jennifer stood up but stooped to hide that she had grown to over seven feet tall now.

“Excuse us,” Jennifer said, grabbing Richard by the sleeve and dragging him away from the table over to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

“I’m sorry,” Richard said, once they were out of sight of the table. “She caught me off guard.”

“Look at me,” Jennifer said. “Look what you’re doing to me. In front of my parents, your parents!”

“I can’t look at you,” he said, averting his eyes. “That’ll only make it worse.”

She sighed. “I really appreciate how much I turn you on, and you know I love being huge and dominating you. But, now is not the time. Do you want to explain to them why I’m growing?”

“No,” he said.

“Then, can you just hold it together for one meal, please?”

He looked up into her eyes and replied, “For you, of course.”

She kissed his forehead, and he said, “I’m going to the men’s room to splash cold water on my face.”

She nodded and said, “I’ll freshen up in the ladies’ room.”

Then, they separated and focused on getting back to normal.

***

As Richard and Jennifer sat back down at the table, Jennifer’s father said, “Listen, Kid, I’m sorry. This is your night. We’re here to celebrate the two of you. Not another word about me and Tiff, I promise.”

“Thank you,” Jennifer said. “Let’s just put it all behind us and have a good night.”

“That’s big of you,” her mother said.

“Look,” Richard said, “here come our meals.”

The server arrived with a tray of plates, and everyone got ready to eat. Then, just as they started to dig in, Richard noticed a familiar face across the room.

“Uh oh,” he said.

“What?” Jennifer asked.

“The intern,” he whispered.

They looked over to the table across from Richard to see the tall intern girl, taking a seat with a man who must have been her date. She was dressed up and showing off a lot of leg.

“Richard,” Jennifer whispered, warning him.

He looked at her, seeing her face rising up.

He averted his eyes from both of them.

“Ooh!” said Tiff. “This chicken breast is so moist.”

Richard looked at her. Damn, she was pretty. And, her breasts…

“Richard!” Jennifer said, sounding alarmed now.

Again, he looked at her, seeing how she had grown taller than him.

He averted his gaze from her and accidentally looked right at the intern’s legs again.

“Damn,” he grunted, feeling himself getting more aroused.

“Just shut your eyes,” Jennifer suggested.

Richard shut his eyes, but his erotic imagination had already gone into in overdrive. In his mind, images of the three women were waiting for him. He could clearly picture Tiff’s breasts, the intern’s legs, and Jennifer’s incredible growing body. There was no escaping them wherever he looked or did not look.

“Jennifer!” cried her mother. “What’s happening to you?”

Richard opened his eyes to find that Jennifer had grown so gigantic that she had needed to slide her chair back from the table to make space for her knees. She had grown so large that her swing dress now fit her like a tight T-shirt, and only covered her to her waist. Her leggings, although stretched to their limit, were still covering her around her hips and upper legs.

Already, Jennifer was larger than any regular human, but she was still growing. Her size, her power, it was intimidating. Richard felt tiny and helpless in front of her, which turned him on, and the more excited he became, the bigger she became. His dick was growing, and she was growing with it. For the first time, the connection between the two seemed so clear and so fundamental that he imagined them as one thing. At that moment of intense excitement, Jennifer was not just his fiance, she was his penis. Jennifer was his sex organ, and he controlled her. His arousal swelled her up, engorged her body, and she was helpless to stop it. The power he had over her and the power she gained from her growth combined to overwhelm him. There was no stopping now.

Through some miracle, her dress and tights did not tear apart, even once her growth had stopped, leaving her over 10 feet tall. However, the legs of her chair gave out and she dropped to the floor on her huge ass. There was the sound of plates and glasses smashing. People gasped and murmured. A woman screamed. All eyes were on her now, staring in wonder and awe at her giant body. She crossed one arm over the points of her nipples and covered her crotch with the other one. She looked worried for a moment. Then, she relaxed, probably realizing that there was no hiding it anymore. She appeared relieved and a little amused by the situation.

Seeing that pleasant expression on her enormous face, Richard was pushed over the edge. He came in his pants. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to him at that moment other than Jennifer.

“Kid,” said her father. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” Jennifer said, looking down at Richard as his spent body slumped into his chair. “It’s a long story.”

***

Somehow, they managed to stay out of the news. Apparently, rumors of giant women interrupting dinners were not taken seriously no matter how many people corroborated what happened or took pictures of it on their phones. It was beyond belief. Even the scattered social media posts were dismissed as a kinky hoax. Amazingly enough, nobody besides their families recognized that it was Jennifer in the photos. And so, Jennifer’s condition remained a secret to the general public.

Their parents were another matter. After Jennifer was small enough to leave, they went home to their apartment with their parents. Then, following some freshening up and a change of clothes, there was an awkward conversation where Richard and Jennifer explained how the magic worked. Richard’s parents were dismayed but accepting. Jennifer’s father just laughed about the whole situation. Her mother gave Jennifer a big hug and told her that she would always be there to listen. By the end of the evening, everyone was pretty drunk and laughing about the dinner. After this bonding experience, it looked as though they would be getting along fine from now on.

***

The wedding went off without a hitch. Richard took care of any horniness he might have earlier that morning by himself, which kept him flaccid through to the end of the reception.

Then, they jetted off to their honeymoon with only a little bit of growth now and then on the plane. Once they arrived at the tropical resort and were led to a secluded newlywed cabin, Jennifer waited for the porter to leave before kissing Richard. “Okay,” she said. “Coast is clear.”

“Are you ready?” Richard asked. “Cause I’m just about at my limit.”

“Hmm,” she said, looking uncertain. “Maybe we should wait until we unpack.”

However, before she had finished speaking, she was already getting taller, her travel clothes ripping apart at the seams as she grew.

Once he was fully hard and she was an amazonian giantess, she sighed and looked down at the tattered remnants of her clothes and said, “Well, it’s a good thing we brought a lot of clothes for me to tear apart.”

“Sorry,” he said. “If it’s any consolation, I doubt you’ll need to worry about clothes while we’re here. You won’t be able to fit them most of the time.”

“Right, then,” she said, chuckling as she ripped off what remained of her outfit. “Let’s begin.”

She lifted him under his armpits and kissed him. Then, she cradled him in her arms, opened the door to their cabin, and carried him over the threshold and all the way to their wedding bed, where they happily consummated their marriage.