Grow Baby Grow
by Unknown
The Byrons research center sprawled over 10 acres of the Sierra
foothills. Lab B was set up during the last days of the Cold War to
develop biological warfare weapons. Since then, its focus has been
on the application of genetic technologies for the interception of
airborne viruses.
Well over 7:00 PM on a Friday evening, Dr. John Foster put a manila
folder in his briefcase as he prepared to leave the lab. He had
promised his wife that he would be home early, but a chain of pivotal
findings kept him at the lab till the early evening. Earlier that day,
a collaborative experiment with the team from Lab C, yielded some
fascinating results on genetic "keying". In other words, airborne
transmission agents were being developed which could lock on any
individual anywhere based on their genetic code. Then a set of
predetermined biological instructions could be introduced into the host
to modify its genetic makeup. The military applications were
staggering. The airborne agent could be keyed to groups or any
individual with amazing precision. Then, the enemy could be pacified by
modifying their behavior or physiology.
John, looked at his watch and realized just how late it was. He had
promised his wife, Susan, that he would be home early with a Pizza.
Hurriedly, he locked away some petri dishes containing experimental
microscopic cultures.
He passed through the mandatory decontamination process as he checked
out of the lab. He passed the security checkpoint and moved out to the
parking lot. He started his car and started his one hour drive to his
house in the Berkeley, California hills.
After passing the second security checkpoint, he called his wife,
Susan on his cellular phone. "Hi, hon, how are you?"
"O.K." she replied coldly. "You know, this is the fourth day in a row
that you leave the office after seven." "I know, sweetheart. But we've
been making some incredible process here this past week, and the team
depends on me." "I know sweetheart, but its just that you never seem to
be home lately." " I'll be home in about an hour. Hey, I tell you
what, I'll bring home an ice cream cake! How's that." "You always say
the right things."
Tomorrow, they were going to New York. He was going to give a
presentation on his work at Columbia University. Being that they have
not been able to schedule any time off in the last year, they were
planning to use this trip as a "mini-vacation". After his presentation,
they were planning on visiting some museums and seeing a couple shows.
John inserted a CD of the Bach Brandenburg Concerto #3 into the car
player when he noticed that his cuff had a small yellow stain. He
smelled it, and realized that it was one of the test compounds that were
developed earlier in the day. At first he panicked, the danger of
introducing an experimental airborne genetic altering agent into the
atmosphere was cause for deep concern. However, having gone through the
decontamination unit, he felt somewhat at ease. Anyway, he was already
out.
When John arrived at home, Susan was sitting in front of the television
wearing a bath robe. She scooped spoons of chocolate chip mint ice
cream directly from the tub. John leaned over and kissed her on her
head. She barely took notice. This was her act to demonstrate
disapproval of his lateness.
Susan was a talented interior designer, 28 years old, cute with light
brown hair. When they were married five years ago, Susan had a nice
tight petite figure. Over the last few years, with John being in the lab
so late, she had gradually put on about 30 lbs. to her 5'-4" frame, by
watching television with a tub of ice cream in hand. She was still
cute, but in a more womanly way as her hips took on a more matronly
silhouette.
John had also gotten soft over the last couple years as late evenings
dragged on. The beginnings of a "spare tire" was evident around his mid
section. His intense research provided little time for exercise.
"What you watching sweetheart." "Nothing" "Come on Love, let's go to
bed"
As we was brushing his teeth, Susan approached him from behind and put
her arms around him. "It's just that I miss y ou so much" John turned
around. Susan stretched to kiss John. He picked her up and carried her
to bed. They made love and fell to sleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, John woke up to find that Susan was already out of
bed. He could hear her in the kitchen. He got up and walked over to the
kitchen to find Susan cooking a huge omelet. Which was strange, since
they rarely ate breakfast. She heard him, "Morning sweetheart, coffee's
ready, have some. God, I don't know what it is, but I woke up so
hungry." John, looked over and saw 6 egg broken egg shells. Susan, sat
down and ate very quickly. "We have to be at the airport by about
10:00AM. Do you have gas in the car?" "Yea."
They both got dressed. Susan put on a mid-calf length sun dress and had
some difficulty adjusting the straps of her suede sandals. John carried
the luggage to the car and called out, "Come on Sweetheart, or we'll be
late!" They both entered the car and started their drive to the
airport.
They parked the car and proceeded to the gate. Being a little late,
they boarded their first class seats immediately. After reading the
"in-flight" magazines, the plane started its path down the runway.
Susan leaned over and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart", and grabbed
John's hand. Within minutes the plane ascended into flight, and the
stewardess brought the couple drinks and some mixed nuts. Shortly
thereafter, Susan fell fast asleep.
She woke up almost two hours later. "God I'm hungry. I can't believe
they haven't served food yet." She fidgeted with her sandals. "Gee, I
don't know what's wrong with these shoes!" She took off her right
sandal and examined her foot. The straps of the sandal had left the
skin rather irritated. She took off the other sandal and rose out of
her seat to make way to the restroom. John got out of his seat to give
Susan room to leave her seat. Suddenly, John was struck by Susan's
relative height to his. Having been married for over five years, he was
accustomed to being able to see over his wife's head, if she was bare
foot. Here he was hearing shoes, she wasn't, and his eye level was at
her forehead. Susan gave a curious look, almost acknowledging this
oddity. John rationalized that in the small confines of a jet cabin,
everything looks a bit larger.
John watched Susan walk to the restroom. Somehow, she looked different.
Her body seemed somewhat longer and leaner, like a model. He could
swear her dowdy skirt seemed a bit shorter, tighter around the
shoulders, yet loser around the hips.
When Susan returned from the restroom, John noticed she had removed her
wedding ring. A deep red indentation marked the spot. She sat down and
said, "I had to take off my ring honey. It seems that my fingers have
swollen. I don't know if it's the flight, or something I ate, but I
must be retaining water.
About two hours later, the captain announced the descent down to New
York.
The plane moved down past a layer of clouds as the landing gear was
extended. A few minutes later the plane completed its taxi down the
runway to the arrival gate. Susan struggled to put her sandals back on.
The shoes looked suprisingly small compared to her feet.
Finally, she forced them on by curling in her toes. The end of her
heel extended beyond the sandal by a good half of an inch. She looked
over at John with a quizzical look.
They finally moved out of the plane and walked through the jet way. As
they walked out into the gate, Susan said, "We need to get our luggage
as soon as possible sweetheart, these shoes are killing me!" As they
walked down the terminal, it slowly dawned on John that something was
terribly wrong. Susan was not retaining water, she had definitely grown
about three inches taller. But, how? Could he have contaminated her
with some experimental genetic carrier from the lab somehow? Will she
be alright? Is this the extent of the growth? These questions started
to loom in his mind. But, more influential than these worries, was his
overriding arousal at his wife's new body. He had always wished his
wife was a bit taller, sexier, and now she was.
When they arrived at the baggage claim, Susan instantly spotted her bag.
She ran to it and lifted it off the carousal. Almost in desperation,
she opened it and removed a pair of brown leather walking shoes. She
sat down and took off her sandals. To her surpass, she had even more
difficulty with her walking shoes. She looked up at John, "I don't get
it. "John replied, "Your feet are probably swollen from the long
flight. As she stood up, she commented, "You know Sweetheart, if I
didn't know any better, I'd say; that somehow, I've actually gotten
bigger." John nervously looked around. She approached John, "I mean, I
swear, John, you look somewhat shorter to me." John laughed to conceal
his own suspicion, "Oh really now! " "Well" she remarked, "I can't walk
in these shoes for much longer. I think there's a shoe store in the
main terminal.
They entered the shop, which actually had some very nice shoes at
reasonable prices. Susan's eye caught a nice pair of pumps perfect for
tomorrow's show. The clerk approached her and offered assistance. "May
I see these two shoes in a size six and a half?" Susan normally wore a
six, however, for whatever reason, she thought a larger size would be
more comfortable. "Certainly" replied the clerk. He brought out the
shoes. When the clerk brought the shoes up to Susan's feet, he looked
up and remarked, "I don't think these shoes will fit you." Susan took
the shoe in hand, and sure enough, they appeared much too small. "Here
try these" the clerk handed a pair of six eights. They fit smugly.
"Excuse me" She walked over to her husband, "Honey, something's is
wrong.
My feet have grown by two sizes since yesterday! I feel like my bra is
going to crush me. And you're starting to look like a shrimp to me!
What's going on?!" "I don't know, honey. And, yes, I think you have
grown a couple of inches." Then, Susan caught her reflection in the
mirror. She instantly recognized a vast improvement in her figure.
As if she had been stretched into more elegant proportions. Her dress
had tightened up considerably, revealing a remarkably tight well
sculpted body, unlike she had ever had.
She looked at her husband, who now looked considerably pudgy and squat
by comparison. Then, her expression of surprise turned into one of
amusement. She put on the black mid-heel pumps, and walked back to her
husband. John was startled as his wife could look at him straight in
the eye. He wanted disparately to make love to her. She grabbed his
head, and whispered in his ear, "You know. This could be a lot of
fun....shorty." And she laughed. John ran over and paid for the shoes.
"Let's go sweetheart!"
They took a cab to the hotel, checked in, and raced to the room. John
tore the now tight dress off Susan. He marveled at her chiseled
abdomen. Her legs took on an added definition, much stronger,sculpted,
and shapely. Susan looked in the mirror with pleasurable astonishment.
She ran her hands over her strong thighs, up her washboard stomach.
Susan pulled a tape measure from her bag, "John, I'm dying to find out
how tall I am. Come here, and mark the top of my head. With great
enthusiasm John complied. He pulled the tape up and read, "five foot
seven inches tall." Susan's eyes opened wide in astonishment, "I've
grown three inches!" She thought about how elegant she would look in a
sleek new wardrobe. "Honey, we need to go shopping tomorrow for new
clothes." John replied, "Sweetheart, are you feeling alight?" "I feel
better than I've felt in years."
They embraced, John just a couple of inches taller. They fell to the
bed and made love with a rare intensity that they have nearly forgotten.
John delighted in having a woman that extended almost as far as he did
in bed. He nestled his head in her hair, and his legs intertwined with
hers at full length. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, John awoke to the sound of Susan showering. He went
into the bathroom, "Morning, love. How did you sleep?" Susan turned off
the water and stepped out of the shower. To John's utter amazement,
she had grown another couple of inches overnight! "Oh my God!" he
exclaimed. "Morning little guy" Susan playfully replied, as she looked
in her reflection in the mirror. "Look, we're both the same size now!
Come here, you shrimp!" John started to feel a little inadequate in the
presence of his wife, who for years he always thought of as sort of
mousy. She grabbed John and hugged him. She rose to her tippy toes and
looked over the top of his head. "I wonder, if I will continue to grow
till I'm taller than you. Maybe you should invest in a pair of elevator
shoes."
John was a bit perplexed at his wife's lack of concern about her
health. After all, her genetic structure was being altered. He couldn't
believe that the top thought in her mind was to go shopping for a new
wardrobe, and that she actually wanted to go to the show tonight! He
started to believe that somehow, the alteration was not limited to her
body. Somehow, her judgment seemed altered.
Susan, squeezed into one of her dresses. "Honey, I'm going to wear one
of your loafers till I get some shoes that fit." She put on John's
brown loafers. She smiled at John as they fit perfectly.
That afternoon, she bought a wardrobe of dresses very unlike her usual
taste. Everything was sexier, more fashionable. She was now proud of
her body and wanted to show it off. As the evening approached, she
showered and started to get ready for the Broadway show. John was
putting on his tie, when his wife opened the bathroom door fully dressed
in an incredibly sexy black party dress with black stockings in patent
leather pumps. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his
neck, and kissed him on the forehead. She towered over him by several
inches. John could feel his groin swell with anticipation. He felt
small in his wife's embrace. She grabbed on to one of his love handles,
"You, know, I think you should start to work out. You really have gotten
flabby." John timidly asked, "Honey, don't you think you might want to
wear flats tonight?" Susan turned to him and jabbed him in the chest
with her long index finger, "Just because you're a shrimp, doesn't mean,
I have to dress like a school girl! Perhaps, you should consider
getting a pair of elevator shoes!"
They went to the show. John was a bit self conscious of his wife's
towering physique. It almost seemed as if Susan was enjoying the
attention.
A couple of days later, they flew back to California.
Over the next few weeks, John's relationship with his wife started to
slowly change. She became more domineering and demanding as she grew
physically. On one occasion, when she was slightly over 6 feet tall
and 170 pounds, Susan physically pushed John away during a squabble
about housework. To her surprise, John lost his balance and fell. She
had no understanding of how strong she was becoming. Gradually, John
became more timid, as Susan's temper and her ability to push John around
became more readably apparent.
One afternoon, John caught Susan examining her amazonian body in the
full length mirror. He could see her flexing her thigh, and watched
with awe; at the rippling striations of muscle fiber. She suddenly
caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. "Come here you little man." She
slowly walked over to him. As she approached him, John felt smaller and
smaller. She now stood close to seven feet tall in her stocking feet,
and possessed the chiseled body of a sleek body builder at 200 pounds.
No longer able to wear normal women's fashions, she started wearing
John's silk robe, which now started to look like a short skirt on her.
She stooped and kissed John on the top of the head, and slowly embraced
him. With almost no effort she slowly stood erect while maintaining
John in a bear hug. John's feet left the ground. She carried him to
the mirror, "Look at my little baby...I mean, husband." She broke into
uncontrollable laughter. John had never felt so helpless, yet turned on
as he did now. He could see his reflection in the mirror, as she
carried him like a child. She carried him to their bed and sat him on
her lap. John looked down and noticed how puny his thigh was compared
to hers. She unbuckled his pants and slipped her long hand into his
crotch. With the other hand, she removed his pants. John took off his
shirt. She was able to caress both his nipples simultaneously with the
pinkie and outstretched thumb of one hand. John was on bottom and
looked up to see two of the most beautiful large breasts he had ever
seen. His wife's face was the same as always, except larger. Her
expression, one of mischief.
John could feel one large hand cup his buttocks, and the other embracing
his shoulder. Then to his ecstatic surprise, she slowly rose from the
bed and stood up while carrying him. His feet dangled above the ground
as she inserted his member into her and rocked him. As the rhythm took
hold, John sucked on one of her immense breasts.
He was completely enveloped in her amazonian body. "Suck, my little
one" she commanded. Milk flowed from her breasts as John drank and
drank. As she started to climax, she tightened her hold on John almost
crushing him. John was caught in a delirium of pain and pleasure unlike
anything he had ever experienced before! John almost passed out as a
rush of pleasure permeated every cell in his body. Her quickly fell
asleep in Susan's strong arms.
When he awoke a couple of hours later from his deep sleep, he found
himself cradled in Susan's arms. "Honey, that was incredible." Susan
replied with a smile, and slowly slipped out of bed. John could feel
the wood flooring thunder as her massive legs raised her goddess like
body. She ducked through the door way out of the bedroom. John arose
and reached for his new bathrobe and put on his slippers. To his
astonishment, he found them too large! He looked over to the dresser,
and was surprised to find that it also seemed taller. Susan stooped
back into the room, "What's wrong sweetheart?" John panicked as his
wife now seemed even larger than a couple of hours ago. At best he was
waist high to her. "Oh my, looks like you shrunk you little shrimp."
She walked over to her husband and pressed his head to her vagina.
"Hey, this is great" She thundered! "You know my little love, I've
noticed over the past few weeks that your semen somehow feeds me. I
haven't told you this, but I have been experiencing growth spurts just a
short time after we make love. The new twist is that my breast milk,
seems to contain something that shrinks you. This could be a lot of
fun." She then started to laugh. " Let's see now." She bends over
and grabs a yard stick. "Come here precious."
For the first time, John looks at his towering wife in utter terror as
he realizes she has gone completely mad. He starts to run for the door,
but Susan reaches over and grabs him effortlessly by the arm. "Come
here I said!" John fearfully complies. "Up against the wall, I want to
measure my husband! Aha! five foot, four inches. Hey that's how tall
I used to be!" John could not believe his ears, but then anything was
now possible. Susan sat on the floor next to where John was standing.
She pulled John closer and wrapped her legs around him. She bent over
and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, I have been wondering, just how
small I can make you." She removed her bathrobe exposing her immense
breasts. "Johnny, I want you to suck and drink every drop." John
squirmed and turned his head away. "Oh baby, please suck my tit, I'm so
hot for you." Susan mocked as she started squeezing her thighs together.
John could not breath. "Come on, sweetheart, I know you want to." John
could not stand the pain any longer, turned his head toward his wife and
raised his lips to her nipples. "Good boy" she smiled and relaxed her
grip. Milk started flowing from her breasts as John sucked and sucked.
Although he understood the consequences of what he was doing, he also
found himself experiencing the greatest pleasure attainable. The milk
was like a euphoric nectar. As his erection took hold, Susan pressed
him to her. However, she discovered that he was now to small to
penetrate her. She then carried her husband up over her head and sucked
on his penis like straw. Again, John screamed in ecstasy and collapsed.
He awoke a couple of hours later between his wife's huge thighs. The
combination of his shrinking and his wife's growing made him no taller
than the thickness of her thighs. He was surrounded in a wall of flesh.
Susan herself was in a slight stupor. She looked down and smiled at her
husband. "How was it for you, my love." Then she pushed her husband
with one hand into her groin. John struggled at first, but was
incapable of resisting. Susan shuddered with pleasure. She picked up
her husband with one hand and raised him up to her breasts. To John's
horror, her nipples were erect and ready to discharge their pleasurable
contents into him. With the increasingly disparity in their sizes, the
amount of milk relative to John's body increased as he got smaller. He
feared what the next dose would do. "Suck my prince, suck, suck!" She
commanded. He sucked and drank. "More, my love, please!" John's
little body could take in no more. Again, she raised him to suck her
nourishment from his penis.
This cycle went on through the night. John got progressively smaller,
while Susan grew. With each cycle of course, John shrunk at greater
rates due to the relative increase in milk to his body weight, while
Susan grew at lesser rates for the opposite reason. At about 4:00 in
the morning Susan collapsed and fell asleep.
By the next morning Susan had grown to over nine feet tall. She
couldn't even stand up in the house. Meanwhile, John had shrunk down
to less than a foot tall. John awoke first. He marveled over the
incredible site of his giant wife. He examined her foot, which now was
about as big as he. Her lovely gargantuan legs stretched out before
him. He knew that her appetite for his bodily fluids would kill him.
He ran out of the house, not knowing what next to do.
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