Meet Cute-Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Twenty-Four Hours Later

Ben wrapped his arm around Ryan’s shoulders and clinked beers with him. “Dude, that was amazing! When you were spinning on the extra tall hassock—”

“Pommel horse.”

“—how do you even get your body to do that? And, Jesus, what’s that horizontal arms out thing on the rings?”

“A Carmona.”

“That was fucking insane. Wasn’t that insane, Jennifer?”

Jennifer looked up carefully, as Nancy was braiding her hair. They were sitting opposite Ben and Ryan on Ben’s bed. Or, well, Jennifer was sitting and Nancy was kneeling to reach her head. “The whole thing was amazing.” She took another drink from her cup. “How long have you been doing gymnastics?”

Ryan smiled. “Since I was a little kid. Well, littler kid.”

Nancy shook her head. “Stop doing that to yourself. Your height is fine. And they’re right—you were amazing. Have you gone out for the Olympics or anything?”

Ryan nodded. “I have. Almost made the U.S. junior team in 2016.”

Ben looked at his roommate with even more newfound respect. “Holy shit. Like, how almost?”

“One spot away.”

“Wow.” Ben stood and grabbed them both new beers, then poured more wine for Jennifer and Nancy. “How about you, Jennifer? Any sports?”

Jennifer shook her head. “My hand eye coordination is terrible. I’ve broken the hearts of SO many basketball and volleyball coaches. I used to do Irish dancing but, well…” She glanced down at her chest. “It involves a lot of bouncing. Once puberty hit, I left a lot of scandalized Catholics in my wake.”

Nancy put a hair tie at the end of Jennifer’s braid and picked up her cup. “Woo. I’m a lightweight. Jennifer, do you want my wine?”

“Sure! I’m the opposite of a lightweight.”

Nancy poured her wine into Jennifer’s cup, then slid off the bed. “I swear, the two of you and your body image issues. Ryan, your height is fine, and Jennifer, you’re not heavy by any stretch of the imagination.”

Jennifer turned and looked down at Nancy, who was 5’7” to her 6’10”, and took a heavy swig of her wine. “Truth or dare?”

Nancy furrowed her brow. “...truth?”

“How much do you weigh?”

Nancy looked sidelong at Ben. “130. Ish.”

Jennifer nodded eagerly. “Now do me! Do me.”

Nancy sighed. “Truth or—”

“Truth.”

“How much—”

“Two hundred seventy six point eight pounds as of this morning. I am more than two of you. I am objectively heavy.”

Ben hunched over to whisper in Ryan’s ear. “You are really fucking strong, dude.”

Ryan elbowed him, even as he grinned. “Shut up, jackass.” He cleared his throat and raised his voice from sotto voce. “Alright, then, since we’ve officially hit the bad decisions portion of the evening, it’s my turn.”

Nancy glanced at Ryan, Ben, and Jennifer in succession. “Are we really doing this?”

Ben nodded with grim purpose. He took a swig of his beer. “We are really doing this.”

One Hour Later

Jennifer held up her hands, palms out, as Nancy snored quietly with her head on Jennifer’s thigh. “Okay. Okay. No more drinking dares.”

Ben nodded. “Yeah. Good rule.”

Ryan grunted his assent. “Whose turn is it?”

Ben raised his hand, languidly, then pointed at Jennifer. “This one’s for short stuff.”

Jennifer sat up straighter and arched her back. “Truth.”

“Would you date a shorter man?”

“Yes. For me, that’s all there is.”

“No, no. Fuck, you know what I mean. Like, a MUCH shorter man.”

Jennifer glanced at Ryan. A smile played at her lips. “Yes. Height’s a nonissue for me. Especially if he’s the right man.”

Ben nodded, sagely. “Now Ryan.”

Ryan popped open another beer. “It’s Jenn’s turn.”

“No, she just went.”

Ryan laughed and patted Ben’s back. “I think you’re done, buddy. Here, Jenn, let’s clear—“

Ben shook his head and stood. “Nancy and I will sleep in her room.”

Ryan stood and put his hand on Ben’s chest. “No, dude, you guys are in no shape—”

Ben brushed his hand away. “Fuck, dude, not for sex. She can’t consent and I’m probably too drunk to get it up anyway. But she told me we’d leave the room to you guys.” He bent down and lightly shook Nancy awake. “Hey, cutie, time for bed.”

Nancy groaned and sat up. She rubbed her eyes. “Oh. Wow. I passed out.” She squinted at the light, saw Ben wobbling on his feet, and stood with a sigh. “Ryan, I’m going to borrow Ben for the night. Hope you don’t mind.”

Jennifer bit her bottom lip and leaned forward, pressing her breasts into her arms as she stretched her lower back. “He doesn’t mind.”

Ryan shut the door after Nancy and Ben stumbled across the hall. “It’s a good thing they don’t have far to go.”

Jennifer laughed. When Ryan sat back down opposite her, she clasped her hands, squeezing her breasts together, and leaned forward. “Soooo...can I join you over there?”

“Sure.” Ryan held out the wine bottle, and poured her more as she held out her cup. “Are we still playing Truth or Dare, or do you just want to, you know, converse like people?”

Jenn sat down facing him, with one long leg still touching the floor and the other folded in front of her. Her knee touched the wall and her pointed toes nearly reached the other side of the twin mattress. Her shin alone basically spanned his bed “I want my last turn, I think.”

Ryan looked nodded and took a long drink of his beer. “Okay, shoot.”

“Would you date a taller woman?” She put her hand on his inner thigh. “Like, a MUCH taller woman?”

Ryan swallowed. He looked up at her dark green eyes and could feel her breath on his face. “I’d...worry. I mean, you’re gorgeous. And so much fun. But I’m so small compared to you. Wouldn’t you feel, I don’t know, awkward?”

She sat up straight. “Why would I? Do you think I look awkward around you? Do you think big is awkward?”

“No! No, I…” He sighed. “Fuck! No. You’re never awkward. And big definitely isn’t awkward. It’s amazing, actually. You’re so self-confident. Comfortable in your own skin. I really admire that. I wish I had that.”

She cocked her head. “Why don’t you? You’re a world-class athlete. And cute. Manly cute.”

“I—” Ryan took another long drink of beer. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I’m a virgin, Jennifer. Most of the girls I asked out in high school rejected me. A few did so expressly because of my size. Even my prom date, on prom night, after we had what I thought was a great time. Told me there was no way a man my size had a dick worth the effort.

“Oh. Oh, Ryan. I’m so sorry.” Jennifer relaxed again, leaned forward, and put her hand back on his thigh. “She sounds like a bitch. And high school girls suck. I’m so much more mature than them.”

Ryan looked up at her, then snorted in laughter. “I love your sense of humor.”

She went to push a lock of her hair back behind her ear and rediscovered that it was braided. She tried to play the gesture off as natural. “Thanks. And I love your tight little butt. Especially in your leotard.”

He felt a flush of warmth as he blushed and broke eye contact. “There’s something more you should know.”

“What’s that?”

”That I, um, actually find you being so much taller than me attractive. I want you to know that because I saw the comments on the picture of us. I know you get objectified because of your height and...everything else.”

“‘Everything else’ is a euphemism for my boobs, isn’t it.”

He laughed. “Yeah. So...I didn’t want to give in to my thing for taller women. You’re already such a great friend, and—”

Jenn held up a hand. “Ryan, I have a good sense of these things. If you were one of those guys who was into me just because of my height, or just because of my boobs, you’d already have creeped me out. Trust me.” She squeezed his thigh and shifted closer. Then she brushed his cheek and chin with her fingertip. “Can I tell you a secret, too? Or, well, two?”

“Yes?”

She shifted closer again. “The first secret is that I’m also a virgin. No guys would date me in high school because I was too big. When I was a curiosity, I was interesting; when I was a real prospect, I was scary.”

“High school guys suck. I’m so much more mature.”

“Heh. Yes they do, and yes you are. The second secret is…” She clenched her jaw, looked down, and swallowed. “...I was smaller then. A lot smaller. In high school.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I’m, uh, still growing. And I’m going to keep growing. For the rest of my life.”

“What? How? How do you know?”

Jennifer nodded. “When I was fifteen, I was diagnosed with a rare and incurable form of acromegaly. It would have killed me. Should have, in fact. My fingers and jaw were getting thicker. So, apparently, were my blood vessel walls. I grew from six feet to six four in just a year. Started to have serious heart and circulatory problems . I didn’t think I’d be here.”

“Oh my God.”

“About eighteen months ago, doctors tried an experimental treatment on me. And it worked! The tissue thickening went away. Here I am, alive. But it had unintended side effects. First, my boobs went CRAZY. Second, I started growing faster, but proportionately. Third, my bones and endocrine system changed so that I will never stop growing. In fact, it’ll only speed up. This time next year I’ll be eight feet tall.”

“Holy shit.”

“Mm-hmm. I wanted you to know that up front.” She leaned in very close to him and licked her lips. Her breasts rested on his chest and shoulders. “Is that—will that be a problem for you?”

“N-no.” Ryan shook his head. He swallowed. “Can I kiss you? And touch your breasts?”

“Oh my God yes.”

Ten Minutes Later

Jennifer covered her mouth. “Jesus. Where were you hiding that?”

Ryan propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his 9.5” long, 6” around penis. “Um, I’m a grower? Ironically, I guess.”

Jennifer laughed. “Your prom date may have been right about it not being worth the effort, just for the wrong reasons. That thing’s scary big—even to me.” She laid back on his bed and bent her knees so her legs would fit on the mattress. Her right knee pressed against his wall as she pulled him up by his well-muscled arms to enter her. “Be gentle with me, big man.”

Two Minutes Later

Jennifer stifled a scream as Ryan came and she, driven over the edge at the sensation of his giant penis throbbing inside her, also climaxed. She crossed her long calves over his thighs as he flopped down on her stomach and nestled his head at the lower curve of her breasts. She draped her arms over his back. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

She tugged twice on his underarms so that he would shift up and lay on her chest. “You’re a little heavy on my stomach.”

“Sorry.” Ryan moved up to lay on her shoulder; he cupped the outer curve of her left breast with his hand, forearm, and crook of his elbow. Even with his head at her shoulder, his feet only reached her knees. “We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Mm-hmm.” She half-rolled on her side and wrapped her arms around him. Her right breast shifted down to rest on his side. “Just...let me just close my eyes for a minute.”

Ryan smiled as he felt his own eyelids growing heavy. He felt warm and safe pinned by her giant breasts. “This is a bad idea.”

“Mmm.”

Six Hours Later

Ben knocked and, when he got no response, unlocked and opened the door. He froze at the sight of Jennifer, naked and spooning Ryan, with a long arm draped over him and her fingertips brushing the floor. She had one leg bent to stay on the bed. The other was hanging over its edge, and her massive right breast covered his roommate from shoulder to forearm to sternum. Ben’s gaze shifted to what he could see of Ryan, who was also naked, drooling, corded with muscle, and sporting the largest morning wood Ben had ever seen. He backed out of the room, quietly shut the door, and knocked on Nancy’s door across the hall.

She opened the door, looking hungover and pissed. “What?” Her expression softened. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh...I...they’re...can I borrow your toothbrush?”

One Hour Later

While Ryan was out of the room to shower, Jennifer tried to fasten her bra on the usual hooks. She failed. “Hmm.” She used the next set of hooks, hefted the shoulder straps into place, and looked down to see her breasts bulging out of the cups. “Hmm.”

Two Weeks Later

Ryan grunted as he fell, face-first, onto Jennifer’s bed. “Ugh. Man. Workout tonight was killer.”

“No! Get up! You’re all sweaty.”

“You like it when I’m sweaty.”

“Yeah, but not when my sheets are!” She hauled him up by the shoulders and sat him in her desk chair, then bent over at the waist to kiss him. He still smelled good. She smiled as his hands cupped the barest fraction of her breasts. She sat down on her roommate’s desk chair. “Hang on. We need to talk.”

Ryan’s face fell. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry about the sheets. That was rude of—”

“Oh, god, no, no, stop. It’s nothing about you. Sorry. Bad choice of phrase. It is about us, though. I, um, got some results back from a blood test today.”

Ryan felt a chill fear grip the back of his neck. “Is everything—are you okay?”

She sighed and nodded. “Sort of. I’m not in danger. But I’ve gotten bigger recently. More than expected.”

Ryan furrowed his brow and leaned forward. “Is that bad?”

“Not…necessarily? But my doctor thinks it may be the endorphins from sex increasing my growth.”

“Oh.” Ryan sat up straight. “Is it dangerous?”

“No, no.” Jennifer shrugged. “I mean, to my wardrobe, yes. But...so, in the last two weeks, I’ve grown, uh, a lot. Just under two inches. I’m seven feet tall.”

“Whoa.”

“And my boobs are halfway to an O cup.”

Ryan blinked. “What were they before?”

“N cup.”

“They make those?”

Jennifer grinned and shook her head. “Focus, little big man.”

“Sorry.”

She stretched, arching her back, and laughed as he tried and failed not to gape openly at her bust. “Anyway. I need you to know because...because I don’t know whether we should have sex as much as we have been.”

“Why not?”

Jennifer sighed. She heard the hurt in his voice. “My treatment regimen involves an annual injection—spinal, which is no fun—and maintenance oral doses. Because of how the drug works, doctors project I’ll grow about 20% bigger per year from the point of each injection. So the more I grow in a given year, the bigger I’ll get the next. I was slated to grow about 16 inches total this year. If I keep up the current pace, I’ll grow 68 inches this year.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. And then whatever I end up at will be my new baseline for next year, plus 52 more inches, if I keep sexually active. And over and over again for my whole life.”

“Holy shit.”

Jennifer nodded. “And...sure, being huge is better than being dead, right? But...I don’t know. I don’t want to be chaste or anything. But being so big seems scary. I used to tell myself that after a point, it wouldn’t matter.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, there’d be a point of maximal inconvenience somewhere along the line.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Jennifer shrugged. “Okay, so, for example, my ass is already too big for the lecture hall chairs. Forget fitting in most beds. Fitting in cars—even SUVs—is already tough. If I can’t sit in an exit row on a plane; my knees are basically in my cleavage. I’m murder on canoes.”

Ryan laughed.

“I am! Even if I sit in the middle, my second center of gravity—“

Second center of gravity?”

“I have two. Like a dinosaur’s hindbrain.”

“I don’t think—“

“Colin. Trust me. Even if I sit on the bottom of a canoe, my chest is still so high over the lip of the canoe that if I turn to look at something, the canoe lists to the side, and my boobs are even further over to the side, and then boom, canoe’s flipped over, everybody’s wet, and Jimmy Adamson has a concussion and a bloody nose because I clocked him with my shin when I went ass over tits during Senior Week.” She regarded Colin’s stunned expression. “My legs get a lot of torque.”

“Sounds traumatic.”

“It was. Anyway! As I get bigger, I won’t be able to ride in a normal car at all. Or a plane. Or, eventually, a semi trailer. I’ll be too big to be indoors. Too heavy for boats, docks...most any structure, really.” She sighed. “Too big to stand up indoors. Or at all, eventually.”

“Like, because of gravity?”

Jennifer shook her head. “No. Because of air. This...okay. I get a little scared thinking about this.” She pulled out her phone and pulled up a spreadsheet. “This chart calculates out my height based on growth rate and age.” She handed it to Ryan.

He looked at it and began to scroll. His mouth went dry. “You’ll be fifty feet tall in ten years?”

She studied his face, trying to read his reaction. “And a hundred feet tall four years after that. A mile tall when I’m fifty-four.” She took a trembling breath. “Except these are the values before they accounted for my growth from sexual activity. My doctor plugged those in today. Assuming an extra 52 inches every year—”

Ryan switched to the second page of the spreadsheet. “You’re nearly two hundred feet tall in ten years, instead of fifty.”

“And four miles tall at 54. Jennifer again tried to read his face. “Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Me being the size of a mountain?”

Ryan was doing his best to seem concerned instead of excited. “I mean, yeah. It’s almost impossible to conceive of. But...you’ll still be you, right?”

She glanced down from his worried face and noticed his swelling erection. Jennifer inched closer to him. “Can I confide something in you?”

“Of course.”

“So...I know it sounds crazy. I mean, I won’t even be able to see you when I’m that big, let alone hear you. That tells me that I should want to delay my growth as much as I can. Stop having sex that makes me climax. Do other things instead—hand jobs, blow jobs, boob jobs. But…”

“But?”

Jennifer looked away from him and blushed. Her breathing quickened. “But deep down, I want to be that big, Ryan. I want to grow. It feels so good! I already feel powerful, and womanly, and sexy. I can’t imagine what I’ll feel like when my breasts are the size of you, of this room, of whole towns. I...I like dwarfing everyone. I like dwarfing you.” She swallowed as she saw his penis straining at his pants leg. “Is that crazy?”

Ryan shook his head. His mouth was suddenly too dry to speak.

“I mean, if doctors find a way to stop the growth, I’ll take it. Right? But if they don’t, what’s it matter if I’m a mile tall when I’m 47 versus 54? So...as long as you’re okay with me getting really huge, really fast, I’d like for us to keep fucking like bunnies.”

Ryan grinned, briefly, and then an insecurity-fueled thought hit him. “Yeah. Okay. You told me to be open about my size worries, right?”

“Mm-hmm. Please.”

He looked down at the floor. “What happens when I—my penis, I mean—gets to be too small for you?”

Jennifer shrugged. “You have arms and legs.”

Ryan’s penis throbbed. “Oh my God. Can you imagine?”

“Mm-hmm. And...well, not that I’m advocating this yet, but the scientists working on stopping the growth effect of my medicine DID discover that men who take it undergo some changes. Penis changes.”

Ryan cocked his head. “Uh.”

“After a dose, their erections were...enhanced. They got flaccid as normal, but the amount they grew when erect went up by a lot. Especially the growers. One guy, who had gotten a little more than twice as big normally? His penis apparently gets over four times bigger when erect now.”

“Holy shit. How did you learn all this?”

“Oh, my doctor’s nurse tells me everything. We’re buds.” Jennifer bit her bottom lip and produced a foil-backed pill packet from her pocket. “So...this is the dose I missed the night we first had sex. I, um...I want you to have it.” She held it out to Ryan.

“Are you serious?” Ryan held our his palm, and stared at the pill in rapt wonder.

“Mm-hmm. Don’t use it yet, please. Jesus, you’d split even me in half.”

“Got it.” He swallowed. “Although that does sound hot.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “To you, maybe. Anyway, here’s the deal. When the day comes that I feel...loose...you can take that.”

“Got it.”

“Not a day before!”

“I got it!”

Jennifer smiled, looked around furtively and leaned over to whisper in Ryan’s ear. “Wanna make me bigger before my roommate comes home?”

“Yes.” He looked down at the pill in his hand. “Are you sure I can’t—”

“I’m sure!”