Laura 4

The next morning when I came down to breakfast I spied a cloth tape measure sitting on the kitchen table. "What's that for?"

"Thought I'd dispel your dream that I somehow got these huge muscles and that's how I won last night."

She held out the tape. I held out my arm. She measured it at 15 and a quarter. Then I measured hers. Fifteen even.

"See? You're bigger," she said as if to dismiss the subject from further consideration or discussion. I was glad she did because I half expected her to tease me that my arms were only a quarter inch bigger. I also expected her to rib me about her victories the day before, especially her wrestling, but she was quiet. Her not talking about it didn't stop me from thinking about it, wondering how she'd become embarrassingly overpowering. My discomfort kind of turned me off much interest in having sex with her that weekend. If she noticed she didn't say anything. She left me to go back to her place Sunday night.

She called me at my office on Monday afternoon to tell me that the doctor's office said the blood work hadn't turned out right and she had to get retested. The doctor was going to be on vacation right after that so the appointment couldn't be rescheduled for another three weeks.

I guess the combination of her beating me and the comparison in our arms made me a little uncomfortable and I found myself not calling or emailing her during the week the way I usually do.

She called me on it that Friday. "Are you mad at me? Is there something wrong?"

"No. What do you mean?"

"You've been a little distant."

"Sorry. Just been preoccupied."

"Not mad at me cause I won that little match?"

"Of course not. That was all fair and square. I've just been busy."

"You busy right now?" she asked, laughing as she walked through my front door holding her cell phone. She dropped to her knees, unbuckled my pants and proceeded to give me a blowjob. "Maybe you just need a little extra T.L.C. to relax you and put you in a better mood."

Several times over that weekend, Laura would surprise me with either a blowjob, a hand job, or a tit fuck. Every time she eagerly lapped up my cum. There was something about her extra attention to my cock that wasn't sitting right with me, but hell, I was getting my rocks off and not about to complain.

Monday morning I was due to leave for another weeklong business trip. In place of the alarm I was awakened by Laura pumping my morning hard on. She shot me off into her waiting hand, licking my load off her palm and then rubbing her breasts.

"Maybe when you come back on Friday you'll be in a better mood," she said wistfully.

I don't know what got into me, but that remark really pissed me off. We got into a big fight and I didn't call her at all while I was away. In fact, I didn't call her for a month. We've had our little separations before. I guess that's why we're not married or living together. Any way we each get to have our space. I heard some rumors through the grapevine that Laura was seen out clubbing and seeing some guys, but she can live her own life. I don't own her.

Absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or it just gets us real horny. I realized I wasn't being very appreciative of how good she was being to me. Hell, most guys don't get their jism swallowed as much in a year as I'd gotten that last weekend. I resolved to try to be in a better frame of mind and I called her and asked her to come over that Friday night.

Laura arrived wearing what looked like another new outfit, a pair of tight jeans and a white ribbed knit top with a deeply plunging neckline. I knew I ought to compliment her to try to set a better mood for us. "Wow, that's new? It's really sexy. You look hot!"

"You like? Yeah, it is new. I saw it and had to have it."

"Yeah, I like the way it pushes your breasts together. Creates beautiful cleavage."

"Well it's not really the top that does that."

"Okay. Your bra then. Whatever. It just looks hot."

"I'm not wearing a bra. I stopped wearing any because the one's I just bought don't fit right anymore. I figured I'd just wait until my body stops adjusting. But I don't really need one right now anyway. See?" Laura pulled the top off and dropped it to the floor.

As it dropped so did my jaw. My first thought was she must have had a boob job, quickly replaced by my thinking why would she, she has great tits already. But there was a new fullness to her breasts, or so it seemed to me. It looked like she had some invisible bra on designed to maximize her cleavage.

"You can quit staring and come give me a kiss," she laughed. I walked over and we embraced, but as we started to kiss I found myself having to twist my head UP to meet her lips.

"What the?" I stammered, pulling away from her. As I looked down at her feet she was kicking off her sandals. She took a step towards me and it was devastatingly clear that she was taller than me, even with me still wearing shoes.

"I'm six feet two and still growing," she said.

"What the fuck? You were five ten the last time I saw you and shorter than me just a few weeks before that."

Laura picked up her top and pulled it back on, "Why don't we sit down and I'll try to explain things to you."

Laura explained that when she finally went to the doctors she was greeted by a committee of physicians and scientists. They told her that she was in superlative physical condition. Her blood work was all incredibly positive.

Then they admitted there was a problem with the medication she was testing. Seems that one batch of drugs was incorrectly prepared and was causing some peculiar reactions in a small minority of the women in the test program. Others, like Laura, were experiencing increases in height and weight, bust size, muscles and strength. They asked if she'd performed fellatio since being on the meds.

Laura said she jokingly told them she seemed to have a craving for oral sex. They said they knew why. The interaction of the male chromosomes, proteins and enzymes with the drug was triggering a dynamic change in body chemistry, fostering rapid cellular and skeletal growth.

"But how would it happen so quickly," I interjected. "You couldn't have even digested it."

"Some of the testing they've done on other patients showed some changes in digestive enzymes. Remember that heartburn I got when I first started on the meds? Apparently, my stomach just processes sperm immediately and sends the stuff that interacts with the drugs right into my blood stream. Apparently it has had this spiking effect where my body goes off the charts and then it settles back down, but each time, when I settle, I'm bigger, heavier, stronger than before. And that growth is accelerating each time. In other words, I lose less of my peak growth each time."

"But you're getting so big! And when's it going to stop?"

"I feel great. I'm healthy as a horse. I think I've never looked better. As far as how big I can get, well that remains to be seen. When they put me on the regular meds they said they thought the growth spurts would subside."

"You shouldn't be taking it at all."

"Right now I feel like okay and I'll follow the doctors' recommendations. Say, you want to play tennis this weekend?" she asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

"I don't think so."

"Afraid you'll lose again?"

"Of course not."

"Afraid to be seen with me?"

"No, but now that I know that you were on drugs what were effecting your performance, well that explains a lot of things."

"Like?"

"Like, forget about the tennis for a moment and think about our little battle, your turning the match around and winning. You swallowed my cum during the second round of our little wrestling match and that's when the tide turned."

"So you're saying you would have won?"

"I took the first round."

"You barely beat me the first round and I definitely had momentum," she countered.

"You can claim whatever you want. I just don't think you can look me straight in the eye and tell me you won fair."

Laura stood up. "The only reason I can't look you straight in the eye is because I'm taller than you are." She paused. "Oh come on, don't take it so serious. That was just a joke."

I must have looked like I was sulking, because, well I was.

"Oh come on sweetie," she smiled. "I don't want you to be in a bad mood. I missed you. Tell you what. If you want a rematch to prove that I had an unfair advantage, I'll give you one."

"Maybe some other time. I'm not in the mood."

"Not in the mood? Are you sure?" Laura took off her top again, baring her breasts. I noticed that her flat stomach was more defined. She was unquestionably sporting six pack abs. She unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, then peeled off her thong and stood before me naked.

"You telling me you don't want a piece of me?" she grinned.

I remained passive, non-committal.

Laura shook her head in disbelief and amusement. "I'll remain champion if you won't challenge me to a rematch." She drew her arms up, flexing her biceps. She didn't miss my eyes zeroing in on the exploding mountains of muscle under her skin.

"Oh yeah. Catch these. Remember how we measured and I was fifteen and you were like a quarter of an inch bigger? Seems like these babies have grown over the past month too. Kind of left you in the dust, wouldn't you say?"

"How big are they?"

"I was hoping you'd ask," she beamed. "Seventeen..." She paused. "And three quarters. Well that was on Sunday, last time I measured. Should be bigger now. I had dates Monday and Wednesday nights and we, well you know, yada yada. I'd think I'd stretch that tape to eighteen and a quarter right now. Jeez, let's see, that would be a whole three inches bigger than yours, wouldn't it?"

I could feel my pulse speeding up. I didn't understand what was happening to me, but I was feeling the same hypnotic adrenalin charged state of mind and body that I did when Laura started smacking me with her boobs.

"I can see you're bigger but it's hard to adjust to such sudden changes."

"When you pack 195 and it's got to fill out somewhere."

"195? You were 140!"

"That was over a month ago, as you should know."

"No one can grow that fast."

"Apparently I can."

Laura walked towards me. I stepped back. She kept coming until she had me backed up against the wall.

"Remember when I had you up against the glass door?" she smiled, placing her hands on her hips, mimicking the posture she'd been in.

"Yes," I whispered, apprehensively.

"Based on what I lift now at the gym I can objectively say that I am twice, that's one hundred percent, stronger than I was then."

"Right now I'm confused and not all that comfortable."

She slid her thigh up between my legs and pressed it against my crotch. "Are you uncomfortable because of the pressure of your hard on against your pants?"

"You know what I meant."

"I do, but it's obvious you're pretty aroused too."

"When you shove your tits in my face, what would you expect?"

"Well I know that, but I think it's more than that, hon. I think the muscles are turning you on too. When I flexed I don't think you thought 'Eewww, gross' to yourself. No, you asked me how big they are. And be honest now, how'd you feel when I said eighteen and a quarter? When I said three inches BIGGER than you?"

I didn't answer her because I couldn't answer her. I was such a jumble of feelings I didn't know what to say. She sure looked sexy as hell, but damn, she was big. There was something about her muscles that was attractive, but at the same time I was afraid that she'd look down on me because now I was smaller than her.

"How'd you feel?" she repeated. She slid her leg down and placed one of her hands against my bulging pants. "I can feel how you feel."