Meet Cute-Chapter 3 (Patreon)

One Hour Later

Jennifer’s roommate knocked and, when she got no response, unlocked and opened the door. She froze at the sight of Jennifer, snoring, laying on her bed on her back, naked, legs akimbo, with her right foot resting on the floor and left knee leaned against the wall. Her gaze shifted to Ryan, who was half-buried under a full-fledged O-cup breast, snoring, and sporting just his usual, ordinarily huge erection. Jennifer’s roommate backed out into the hallway, quietly shut the door, and stood there, shell-shocked.

Nancy walked by, stopped, and turned back. “You okay?”

“Jenn and Ryan are passed out in my room. Naked. Very, very naked. Like, somehow more naked than I could be if I were completely naked.” Then, more quietly, she added, “She’s so big.”

Nancy gave a “come on” gesture with her head. “You can hang out in my room till they clear out.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Nancy stopped as she put her key in her door. “So, not to pry, but did you get a glimpse of, you know?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Is what Ben said true?”

“No. Ben undersold him.”

Nancy shook her head. “I swear, these poor boys. Porn has taught them all that big is small and huge is average.”

One Hour Later

Jennifer blushed the deep crimson that only very pale people truly can and looked pointedly at the ceiling, then the floor. “Ssssssorry.”

Her roommate shook her head. “No, it’s okay, really, just...maybe hang something on the door? Or we can come up with a code word to write on the whiteboard? I just…” She hunched down and added, more quietly, “You were so very, extraordinarily naked.”

Two Months Later

Ben, Nancy, Ryan, and Jennifer sat in a circle on the quad, enjoying what would prove to be the Fall’s last warm, sunny day. They paid no mind to the passers-by who stared openly at Jennifer (who, even sitting down, was head, shoulders, and almost-P-cup-breasts taller than the other three). She now stood 7’11” tall. Her waist was eye level to Nancy and Ryan.

Nancy shook her head at Ben, who was wearing headphones and half singing along to music on his phone. “He thinks he can get into the Septatonics.”

Ryan looked up from his analytic chemistry notes. “I think he can. Have you heard him sing? He’s got a really good voice.”

Nancy shrugged. “He does, but he’s a tenor, and they’ve got that guy with the long hair.”

Jennifer glanced up from the chapter of Das Kapital that she was reading for her government class. The book looked like a pocket edition in her hands. “Oh, Blaise is doing Semester at Sea in the Spring. They’ll need a tenor.”

Ryan furrowed his brow at her. “You and Blaise are tight?”

Jennifer shrugged. “I went to see one of their concerts when you had an away meet. He came to apologize after the fire marshal told me I wasn’t allowed to sit in the aisle and made me move to nosebleed. Which, of course, is extra nosebleed-y for me.”

“Ew.” Nancy shuddered at the image. “Why were you sitting in the aisle anyway?”

“My hips are wider than the seats.”

“Oh.” Nancy scratched her head behind her ear. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

Ryan sat up straighter in genuine surprise.

Nancy noticed and fixed him with a stern glare. “You shut up, John Holmes. Ben’s been helping me be more considerate.”

Ryan blushed. “Can you not call me that?”

Jennifer laughed and tousled his hair. “I like that one. It’s better than Pommel Horse.”

Ryan sighed and buried his face in his hands while Nancy and Jennifer laughed. “You guys suck.”

Nancy closed her book and looked at Ryan. “That reminds me. And this may sound stupid, so feel free to say no. I, uh, I never learned to do a cartwheel. Could you teach me?”

Ryan shut his notebook with authority. “Yes I can.” He stood, extended a hand to Nancy, and hauled her up so quickly that she made a girly yelp. He turned and extended a hand to Jennifer. “Do you want to learn, too?”

Jennifer looked at his hand apprehensively. “Um, no. I’m too big to cartwheel.”

“No one’s too big to cartwheel. Come on!”

Jennifer shook her head. “No, I’m really not comfortable doing that. What if I fall? Or cartwheel into someone? It could really hurt them.”

Ryan’s face fell a little, but he nodded and smiled. “No problem. Do you mind if I teach Nancy?”

“No, go for it.”

“Okay! Nancy, which is your dominant leg?”

Ben piped up despite having given no indication he was even paying attention to anything other than his music. “She’s pretty dominant all around.”

Nancy looked at him aghast as, this time, Jennifer and Ryan laughed. Ryan quickly redirected her, though, and soon had her turning her first baby cartwheels.

Ben pulled down his headphones and slapped Jennifer’s knee with the back of his hand. “Why don’t you join them?”

“I’m too unwieldy. And I’d blacken my eyes with my boobs, flipping upside down.”

Ben nodded. “Those sound like excuses not to take a risk to me.”

Jennifer rotated her head to look down at him. “Pardon me?”

Ben craned his neck back to look her in the eye. “Sorry, that came out sharper than I intended it. But I've been meaning to say something because I'm worried."

"About what?"

"You’re getting more closed in. More cautious. I can see it in how you interact with Ryan. You touch him less. Or touch him more gently.”

Jennifer held his gaze for a second, then looked down and away. “I didn’t realize how much stronger I’d get as I got bigger, Ben. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially not him.”

“You love him.”

“I really do.”

Ben leaned back on his hands and watched as Ryan caught Nancy, mid-cartwheel, held her in handstand, and guided her expertly to a landing. “Listen, I know Nancy thinks I’m a hapless and inexperienced boyfriend, but I do know enough to say this: If you want a lasting relationship with him, you can’t set the boundaries unilaterally. You have to talk them out.”

“But—”

“No, Jenn. There’s no but. There’s not. You’re stronger than you expected to be? Tell him. You’re worried you could hurt him? Tell him. Work it out. You’re clearly not going to injure his fragile manhood.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jennifer, he’s half your size. You could tuck him in your bra.”

“By boobs aren't that big.” She mumbled to herself, “Not yet.”

“The point stands, though. I mean, and no offense, I couldn’t date you. It would drive me nuts. I already worry that my dick is too small for Nancy.”

“Why?”

Ben sighed. “She tried to reassure me that I’m average, and that average is fine, by describing in detail how I compare to previous lovers.”

Jennifer covered her mouth, then patted Ben on the back. “She...wow. She just naturally assumes her first instinct is the right instinct, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, totally. Anyway, back on topic, Ryan clearly doesn’t care that you’re so much bigger than him. Or, well, he does. But he loves it. I can tell.”

“Yeah, he does.”

“So, please talk to him before he starts to feel you getting more cautious and more distant. Work out your boundaries with him, not for him.”

Jennifer nodded. She put a hand on Ben’s back. “You’re a good friend.”

“Thanks.”

Jennifer watched in silence as Ryan continued to work with Nancy on rotating her hips mid-cartwheel. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Shoot.”

“How big was Nancy’s biggest?”

“Eight inches.”

“How big are you?”

Ben blushed. “Five and change. And not especially thick.”

“Grower or shower?”

“Shower.”

Jennifer dug in her purse and handed him a foil-backed pill packet.

“What’s this?”

“One of my pills. Long story. Since you’re a shower, if you take it, it’ll replace your flaccid size with your erect size, and your erect size will increase proportionately.”

“Wait, seriously? I’d be…” He swallowed. “Don’t you need this for your condition?”

Jennifer cocked an eyebrow.

“I saw your pill on Ryan’s desk and wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid with stimulants. Analytic chemistry plus the gymnastics schedule is kicking his ass. I did a one-person intervention. He told me it was yours and that he had it on hand so you didn’t miss a dose.” Ben looked at the pill in his hand. “Does he know about what it’ll do to his penis?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Wow. And he hasn’t taken it for himself yet?”

Jennifer shrugged, dropping her shoulders hard enough to make her breasts jiggle. “Believe it or not, even at my size, he’d be too big for me.”

“I believe it.” Ben felt a pang of jealousy. “I...thank you. But how do I explain to Nancy?”

“You could just tell her.”

Just then, Nancy completed her first, true, unassisted cartwheel and squealed with joy while jumping and clapping. She rushed over and hugged Ryan, subtly positioning her hips to put a thigh against his groin.

Ben narrowed his eyes. “I could, but…Nancy’s sometimes too clever by half. I’m worried what she’d do with knowledge of a magical erection enlargement pill.”

Jennifer was pleased to see Ryan hug back politely, but briefly. “Okay, yeah. Plan B, then. You go ask Ryan how to teach you to do a cartwheel. I’ll handle the rest.”

Ben shrugged, stood, and shouted over, “Ooh, now me!”

Nancy dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes. “Stop it, jackass.”

“No! I want to know how to do a cartwheel.”

Nancy looked at Jennifer and pointed at Ben. “Is he serious?”

“Of course he is! You just looked badass.”

Nancy knew she was being flattered; she smiled anyway. “Cool.” She walked back to sit next to Jennifer and watch Ben’s hilariously bad attempts at cartwheeling. She sat down right next to Jennifer and looked up at her. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Nancy realized her head was even with the lower half of Jennifer’s mammoth breast. “I don’t want to be rude, but, should I stand up to talk to you? I feel like I’m very far away from you.”

“Everyone’s always far away from me. It’s okay. I’d feel bad if you were standing while I sit.”

“Okay.” She snorted as Ryan stopped Ben in a handstand position, and Ben immediately toppled sideways. “So, how’s things with Ryan?”

Jennifer smiled. “Really good. He’s a sweet guy. Thank you for engineering our first hook-up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How’re you and Ben?”

“Pretty good. He’s like a very sexy, very loyal puppy dog. I worry he’s too nice for me. Or that I’m too mean for him.”

“I don’t think so. You’re both forthright people, and you take care of others, just in different ways.”

“Huh.” Nancy nodded slowly. “Wow. That’s a really thoughtful insight.”

“You’ve made it obvious to me.”

“How so?”

Jennifer shrugged, still watching Ben’s slow progress and Ryan’s ever-more-amused efforts to teach him. “In the time you’ve known me, I’ve grown from one of the largest women alive to one of the largest people ever. The way people treat me has changed. I’m an oddity to them. Not a person anymore. Not really. But you three, you treat me just the same. I’m really grateful for it.”

Nancy looked down at the ground. She was silent for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, again, for the Instagram post. I know I apologized, but I still feel really guilty about it.”

Jennifer smiled down at her. “You have more than made up for that. You can forget it. Plus, my boobs are basically Everest now, so Ryan is more or less Edmund Hillary.”

Nancy laughed. “They’re not that big.” Then she muttered, "Not yet."

Jennifer snorted. “Thanks. And I do actually love them. The only issue is…” Jennifer heaved a sigh.

“What?”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

Jennifer shifted to lay on her side, propped up on her elbows. This brought her head even with Nancy’s. It also presented half the quad with a view down Jennifer’s foot and a half of cleavage.

Nancy could not help it. She glanced down and back up to see that Jennifer had clearly seen her look into that deep chasm of breastflesh. “Sorry.”

Jennifer waved her off. “Pff, I get it. Anyway, and speaking of inhumanly huge things…” she dropped her voice to a whisper “...even as big as I’ve gotten, Ryan’s getting to be too big for me.”

Nancy’s eyes bugged out. “He’s that big?”

Jennifer nodded, conspiratorially. “And growing. See, because of my condition, men who have sex with me grow. Down there. Ryan’s already twice as big as he used to be. It’s huge.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. I mean, I know size doesn’t matter, right?”

“Right.” Nancy swallowed and glanced over at Ben. “Of course.”

“But there’s something to be said for a penis so big it makes you feel that little twinge of worry.”

“Yeah.” Nancy bit her bottom lip. She chewed on it a little. “True.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Hmm! Oh, no, I won’t. Promise.”

“Thank you. It’s good to be able to confide in someone about this.”

Nancy kept her eyes fixed on Ben. “Oh. Yeah! Of course. Anytime, girlfriend.”

Five Hours Later

Nancy rolled off of Ben, panting, and laid down with her head at the crook of his shoulder. “Was that good?”

“It was amazing. You?”

“Mm-hmm.” Nancy caressed his chest with her fingertips.

“That feels nice.”

“Good.” Nancy waited till she felt him start to fall asleep. “Ben?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Mmm.”

“You spend a lot of time with Jennifer. Hanging out with her today, it struck me. She’s so...overwhelming. Her breasts are so big. Her ass is so big.”

“Mmm.”

“Have you wondered what it’d be like to, I don’t know, be physical with her?”

Ben’s eyelids fluttered. “Un.” He sensed the potential trap and they snapped open. His eyes darted around, but he kept his body relaxed and continued to slur his words slightly, as if drifting off, so as not to alert Nancy to his deliberate caution. “No. ’course not.”

“Really? I mean, even I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs when she laid down. They must be so heavy. So soft.”

Ben furrowed his brow. “Uh. Haven’t really thought about it.” He recalled his in-depth discussion with Ryan about Ryan’s tactics for playing with boobs the size of his entire torso, and was glad his refractory period prevented his penis from betraying his attempt to sound disinterested. “She’s great, but not my type. Too tall, too busty. Yours are perfect.”

Nancy gave a deliberately happy-sounding sigh. “Good. Thanks. It’s just…”

“What is it?”

“Okay.” She sat up and turned to face him. “I don’t want this to be weird.”

He pretended to wake up a little. “Okay?”

“She’s, like, one of the biggest women ever. She undoubtedly has the biggest boobs ever. If you ever have the chance to be with her, I...I would understand. Okay? I hereby give you a pass for that.”

“A pass?”

“You could have sex with her and I wouldn’t count it as cheating. But just once! To satisfy your curiosity.”

Ben propped himself up on his elbows. “Uh, I’m not curious?” He envisioned Jennifer’s boobs slapping against her stomach as she rode him, long shins framing his hips, her gigantic ass slamming down on his thighs again and again. This time, his penis nearly did betray him. “Like, not at all.”

“Okay.” Nancy nestled back into his side. “Sorry to keep you awake.”

“No problem.”

Twelve Hours Later

Ryan put his sandwich down and looked up at Jennifer, who was sitting opposite him, then to Ben, who was crammed in next to her at one of the dining hall tables. She was sitting on a custom-made stool the size of a low coffee table. “She suggested what?”

Ben shook his head. “I didn’t know what to say! I mean, I did know what to say. What to say was to totally disclaim all interest and make clear that she’s the more beautiful woman to me.”

Ryan nodded, sagely. “Yep, that’s the call.”

Ben looked up past Jennifer’s shoulder-high breasts and to her face. “No offense. You’re incredibly beautiful, really.”

Jennifer held up a hand, palm out, with her eyes closed. “Thanks, but I get it. Discretion is the better part of valor. Also, this is sort of my fault.”

Ryan and Ben cocked their heads in unison.

“I suggested to her when we were talking on the quad the other day that men’s penises get bigger when they have sex with me.”

Ryan’s expression darkened. “You what?”

“To give Ben cover if he wants to take the pill.”

“You gave Ben a pill?”

Jennifer opened her mouth, then inhaled sharply. “I forgot to tell you. Oh. I was going to tell you last night, but we got distracted looking at transportation options to get me home for Fall Break.”

“This seems more important. You’re skipping doses of a life-saving medicine—”

Ben jumped in his seat. “Wait, what now?”

“I can miss a dose here and there—”

Ryan continued, “—and having explicit conversations with people about my penis, before even telling me?”

Jennifer sighed. “Okay, that’s fair. It was on a bit of a whim, and—”

“You’re giving Ben a bigger penis and telling Nancy about mine on a whim?”

Jennifer clenched her jaw. “I didn’t tell her anything she didn’t already know. The whole dorm knows you’re hung.”

“It’s still deeply personal.”

“Deeply personal?” Jennifer scoffed. “You told Ben about my medicine. You didn’t ask my permission for that, did you?”

Ben held up his hands, palms out. “Whoa, guys.”

Jennifer ignored him. “You think I want the whole school knowing I’m going to keep growing forever?”

“I told Ben about your medicine because I know I can trust him. You lied to Nancy because you know you can’t trust her.”

Ben looked at Ryan, then Jennifer. Then he stood up. “Okay, I’m out. But, first, Jennifer?”

Jennifer snapped, “What?”

“Ryan didn’t tell me any details about your current condition. Or the medicine.”

Jennifer shot an angry look at Ben—who, standing, was only a little taller than her sitting—and then what he’d said hit her. Her anger faded to confusion. “Wait. What?”

“Ryan just told me you need a medicine regularly and that he had a dose of it in case you were in our room when it was time to take it.” He turned to Ryan. “And one thing you can trust Nancy to do is keep your confidences. She didn’t say anything to me about what Jenn told her. I know she’s not perfect, and I know she can outsmart herself, but she is my girlfriend, and I care for her for good reason. So if you could not keep using her as your verbal punching bag, I’d appreciate it.” With that, Ben walked out of the dining hall.

Jennifer looked over at Ryan, who stood angrily and grabbed his backpack. “Ryan, I—”

“I have to get to practice.” He turned and walked quickly for the door.

Five Hours Later

Ryan opened his dorm room door and dropped his backpack by his desk. He slid off his shoes, grabbed his towel, and picked up his basket of toiletries. He opened the door to find it blocked by Jennifer’s body. She was visible only from the bustline down. Her chest-level hips were wider than the door frame. Ryan sighed, half in resigned amusement.

Without bending over, Jennifer asked, “Can I come in?”

Ryan laughed despite himself. He turned and gestured for her to enter, realized she couldn't see him, and said, "Yeah, please." He watched as she bent over at the waist and rotated her shoulders to fit through the door. He heard the fabric of her t-shirt scrape by the door jamb as she forced her breasts through, followed by a rougher sound as she shimmied her denim-clad ass through. When she stood back up, he noted that her head was nearly at the 8’ tall ceiling. He realized she’d have to duck inside all the time soon. Ryan sat on his bed and motioned for her to sit on Ben’s. “So.”

She sat down, gently, and winced as the bed creaked under her weight.

“So. I’m sorry. You were right. No matter what Nancy already knows from rumors about your body, it’s personal. Deeply personal. I shouldn’t have said anything to her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“That...that because of my condition, men who have sex with me grow. I told her you were getting so big that it was hard for even me to take you.”

“Why, Jennifer? What for?”

“Because she’s made Ben all worried about his size! Saying stupid things to him about prior boyfriends. Ben’s been a good friend to you. And me. If I can help him, well, I want to help him.”

“How does Nancy thinking he’ll get bigger if...wait.” Ryan inhaled in realization and exhaled, nodding. “I get it. She gives him a pass, he takes the pill, you pretend you had sex, he has a cover story for his newly giant schlong, and Nancy’s none the wiser about your medicine.”

“Exactly.”

Ryan bobbed his head in appreciation. “Pretty clever.”

“Thanks. But I still should have asked you before saying anything to Nancy or giving him the pill.”

“I appreciate that. But you’re free to give him the pill if you want. It’s between you and him. So long as you’re not endangering yourself.” Ryan looked down at her long legs, which were crossed at the knees and out straight. He remembered their first night together, when her shins had nearly spanned the width of his mattress. Now they were nearly as long as his mattress was long. “But, when you miss doses, what happens?”

“Once in a while? Nothing. At least, nothing noticeable. Two in a row and I can feel my fingers and jaw thickening.”

Ryan sighed. “Promise me you won’t hand these out willy-nilly?”

“I promise.”

“Thank you. You’re really important to me. I don’t...I don’t want to lose you.”

Jennifer smiled. She felt tears rim her lower eyelid. “I know. I don’t want to lose you, either. Which is why I’m going to talk about something Ben told me to talk to you about.”

“What?”

“I’ve been being more careful around you. More distant, physically, except when you’re the only thing I’m focused on. Standing further away. Not holding hands. I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

Ryan shook his head. “Not really? I mean, yes the holding hands, but I figured it was because it’s starting to get cold and you don’t have gloves that fit.”

She laughed. “You’re sweet, but, no. I, um.” She choked up quickly and unexpectedly. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I’ve gotten really strong, Ryan. Scary strong. I broke a railing with my hip just by bumping it. Not hard, either! I split the wood and bent the metal railing a little. And I’m so heavy! I don’t want to do anything like that to you accidentally.” She wiped away the tears with both hands. “Ben told me to talk to you about boundaries instead of setting them unilaterally.”

Ryan smiled. “Ben’s a good guy.” He stood and walked over to put his hands on Jen’s massive thigh. It was thicker than his waist. “I’m not afraid of you. I won’t be. Ever. Even when you’re strong enough to break buildings. I trust you to know what’s safe and what’s not. You can trust me to tell you if I feel at risk. If you want, we can come up with a safe word and a nonverbal signal for during sex.”

“Yeah. That’s a good idea.” She sniffled. “I never want to hurt you.”

“I know.” He smiled up at her. “I’m sorry I got so angry earlier.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

Jennifer gasped. She grinned through the fresh, happy tears in her eyes. She slid off the bed, knelt in front of Ryan, and squeezed him against her left breast with both arms in a joyful hug. “I love you, too!”

“Little tight!”

She let go, then chuckled. “Sorry. Got a little excited.” Jennifer sighed and sat back on her haunches, and was still a little taller than Ryan. “So! Make-up sex?”

“I haven’t showered.”

Jennifer licked her lips. “Well, um, maybe we do something where I won’t be tempted to kiss you too much.”

“What do you mean?”

“I, um.” She canted up to kneeling, then turned her prodigious ass so that she was on all fours in between the beds. “I think I’m so tall now that you could fuck me doggy style. Standing up. If you want.”