This choice: Allison does continue to grow. 4 inches at a time now. • Go Back...Chapter #11Allison does continue to grow. 4 inches at a ti... by: Wassel   On returning home you obviously couldn't tell your family what was happening. As fond of Allison as they were. Having to keep up the pretense that she had the flu and that any weird behavior you exhibited was simply because you were tired. Not because you'd just watched your girlfriend expand by an entire foot and were both confused and worried. Having difficult processing what was happening still. Or what might happen in the future. Finding yourself (as with the past several nights) having a very troubled sleep. Your dreams being plagued by images of your girlfriend as some sort of towering, Godzilla type monster. Stomping around the city and trampling buildings beneath her feet, while planes and helicopters tried in vain to bring her down. Feeling utterly powerless and insignificant as you stared up in awe and terror at this ridiculously gigantic girl. Waking up with a start as her enormous foot squished you like a bug. Your heart beating a mile a minute at this terrifying nightmare. ...Fuck me!
You did tell yourself however, Get a grip, Tim. There's no way that's gonna happen. She's never going to get THAT big. Instead needing to think positive thoughts and hope that Project GARGANTUA had done its worst and she was done growing. Or better yet, it had actually reversed and she was once again the girl you knew. 5' 4" and cute as a button.
Sadly, as desperately as you wanted this be the case, it was not to be. Receiving a text from Allison soon after informing you that she was still getting bigger. By 4 inches now instead of 2. Which put her at about 8' 2". Making her officially the largest recorded female to ever have existed. The news of which caused your stomach to drop. Your girlfriend being much too tall now to feasibly explain.
"So... So what happens now?" you asked her, once you'd given her a call back. "Has Dr. Kerry said anything?"
"No. Not really. He wants to wait and see how big I actually get first. Says there's no point bringing any attention to me until we absolutely have to."
"Shit, Allison! This... This sucks!" you exclaimed. Not being able to help yourself. "The... The not knowing. I really don't want anything to happen to you. Anyone to take you away." Despite the fact that you were supposed to be the supportive one, you really were starting to freak out.
Which she was of course doing too. "Me neither. I'm so scared, Tim." Having even more of a reason to be than you. "I dunno what I'm gonna do."
Your various conversations throughout the day being very much a repeat of this one. With Allison filling you in on just how awkward things were getting due to her increase of size. Even the largest items of clothing that her parents had managed to get her no longer fitting. Then there was the fact that she kept hitting her head on all of the ceiling lamps. And the struggle to both get in and out of doors. Having had to bend ever so slightly beforehand, but now she basically had to crouch. Her growth not only seeming to effect her height but her overall stature as well. Proportionally so. Like a photo being blown-up, rather than just stretched. Which meant that she took up even more space. No longer fitting in her own bed.
And while you of course were eager to see her (despite how traumatic your last interaction had been) she told you that it wasn't a good idea. Not with how crazy things were getting and her parents still trying to figure out how to deal with her size. Telling you to come over tomorrow after school instead. "...If you're not too weirded out being seen with a human giraffe." Allison once again putting herself down. The small breakthrough that you'd had before her giant growth spurt having been completely undone. Which wasn't exactly surprising. Though again you assured that she wasn’t a giraffe and that you really did want to see her. Drilling this into her as much as you possibly could.
The following morning then, on noting her continuing absence from school, your best friend asked you, "What... Still no Allison, dude?" Coming to the conclusion himself than, "Either that's one bitch of a flu she's got or she's totally faking it."
"She's not faking it, Randall. Alright?" you immediately snapped back. "She's... She's really unwell." A part of you wishing you could actually tell him the truth, while another part of you really did not want to. Being far too afraid of his reaction. As well as the reaction of everyone else once they found out. Hating the idea of your girlfriend being seen as some sort of sideshow freak. And knowing Randall and how perverted he was, he'd probably find some way to get off on it. Turn Allison's height into some kind of fetish. Which made you feel uncomfortable for an entirely different reason. A reason that you hadn't fully gotten to grips with yet.
"Alright, alright. I know Miss. Goodie-Two-Shoes Allison would never do such a thing," Randall conceded. Obviously not expecting you to have this strong of a reaction. "I'm just kidding around."
"I know. Just... don't. Please."
"Okay. I won't," he assured you. Knowing you well enough to see that you were worried. Before adding, as a means to make up for this, "And... Well... tell her I hope she's feeling better the next time you see her." Which, given the animosity between the two of them, was indeed a big deal for him. It really meaning a lot.
Not that this brief flash of empathy and emotion lasted for long. Your horn dog of a friend switching his attention soon enough. Pointing out how incredible Lana Hendricks' boobs looked as she walked by you both. Near enough falling right out of her top. Randall being far more interested in these than your girlfriend. Which you had to say was quite ironic. Knowing for a fact (the last time you'd seen her) that Allison's boobs were so much bigger. Out sizing Lana's or any other busty girl in school by quite some margin.
This and the rest of her expanded form being pretty much all you could think of for the duration of the day. Being constantly called out for not paying attention. Both in class and outwith. Your brain being too busy picturing what it might be like were your girlfriend actually here. How much she'd tower over everyone. Including your best friend, who was a more than respectable 6' 2". How she'd struggle to get through doors, access her locker and even fit behind a desk. As well as how everyone would treat her. Gawping and whispering about her wherever she went. Her size making it impossible to escape this. That is... if she were actually able to return to school and didn't end up in some secret military facility instead. Or, as your rather disturbing dreams had played out, stomping through the city, crushing everything and everyone in her path.
It being these thoughts that made it so that, when the bell finally rang for the end of school and you made your way to see her, you felt extremely nervous. It having perhaps only been two days and she was no longer growing at the same rate she had been in her room, but even still... 4 inches a day was nothing to sneeze at. Meaning that she had to be around 8' 6" now. Which was more than two and a half feet taller than you. Appearing like a 6 year old in comparison. Which was an unsettling image to say the least.
Still, unsettling or not, you were still anxious to see her and so hurried over there on your bike. Being welcomed into the house by her mother, who you had a brief chat with. Asking how they were all coping and receiving much the same answers that Allison had given you over the phone. Both her and Mr. Lowry being just as worried as you were and were doing their very best to keep everyone else from finding out. Being super paranoid every time someone called or knocked on the door. Which was understandable. Feeling much the same way yourself.
As for Allison herself, while she did not greet you downstairs, she did appear at the top of the stairwell not long after. Looking truly massive as the top of her golden blonde locks were only 6 inches from the top of the ceiling. Being clad in the same tall men's specialty clothing as before, which was so much tighter. The sweatshirt she had looking more like a crop top and the pants shorts. Which was crazy. As was how broad she'd become. Comparatively. Stretching the material out on every side and looking more and more like some kind of crazy special effect. Two days of not seeing her having really made quite the difference.
"Hey, Tim," she greeted you. Self consciously so.
While you couldn't help but let out a small gulp as you stared up at her huge, looming frame and responded, "Huh... Huh-Hey. Hey, Alli. It's... It's good to see you." Which it was. If a little nerve-wracking at the same time. God, she's HUGE! Expecting her to be a certain size and actually seeing it with your own two eyes being two entirely different experiences.
"Well, I'll leave you guys to it," her mother said. Taking her leave while you continuing staring up at this mini-giantess at the top of the stairs. Who suggested that you head up, as it was a lot easier than her going down.
Which you did. Following after her as she turned and disappeared from view. Reaching the top of the stairs just in time to see her crouching beneath the door frame to her bedroom. Which really did boggle the mind.
Telling yourself as you approached it, It's okay. It's still just Allison. Nothing about her has changed except her size. This simply being something you were going to have to try and get used to.
Which was of course easier said than done. Walking into her room and seeing first hand just how much of a size difference there was between you both. Your head just barely reaching her massive chest. Each protruding and straining mound being just as big, if not bigger. With a big, fat looking nipple sticking out the middle of each. Threatening to burst right through the material. Whoa! Which,given the fact that both of these were now much more prominently within your eye-line, made it very difficult not to stare. Their epic scale leaving you in literal awe. What with Allison now having bigger breasts than the majority of silicone enhanced porn stars. The kind that turned you on so damn much.
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