Meet Cute-Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Twenty Minutes Later

The ranking officer patted Ryan on the shoulder as she headed for the door. “You, young man, are a hero.”

“Thanks. But Jennifer saved the day.”

“You made sure there was one to save, and did it with style. Jumping off the porch to backflip off that abusive asshole’s face? So satisfying to watch.”

Once the police had gone, Mark came back from his office to the living room. “Okay, Jenny, let’s head out.”

Ryan looked over to Jennifer. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the doctor.” Jennifer stood.

“What for?”

Jennifer sighed. “So…”

Mark answered for her. “The doctor’s instructions following the shot were to avoid stress and physical exertion or that certain…side effects…could be more pronounced. Given today’s events, we need to have some additional blood tests done.”

Ryan felt a chill run through him as Jennifer gave a tiny wave and headed out with her dad to the (replacement) extended height, extended cab van for their second trip to the doctor’s office for the day. He went to get up, but found Barbara’s hand on his shoulder.

“What do you need? More ice? Heating pad? Water? Liquor?”

“I’m nineteen, Mrs. Ard.”

“After today? In my book, you’re 21.”

Ryan blinked at her.

Rachel spoke for all of them. “Yes, Mom. I need wine. Let’s get wine.”

When they’d left, Fiona squatted down next to Ryan’s chair. She adjusted the ice packs under his back. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Can I ask you something, Ryan?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Jenny gave you her pills, didn’t she.”

Ryan tried not to look surprised. He failed.

“Ryan, we all have roles in our families. I’m our repository of secrets. She gave you some pills?”

He nodded. “One.”

Fiona’s eye widened. “All that is you with just—wow. You—wow! I’d assumed two.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Fiona chuckled. “Anyway, what I wanted to say, is, don’t be hasty with the next—or second, okay? I know that the women of my family can, well, intimidate men.”

“What do you mean? I’m not—”

“Ryan. Look at us. It used to be each of us in our own way. Rachel was tall and slender. I was the bustiest. Jenny was Mom’s hourglass figure in miniature. And when it was still an hourglass, instead of one of those nautical weather thingies with the three stacked circles.”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Fiona did, too. “But now it’s Jenny most of all in everything. Tallest, bustiest, curviest. It can get in a guy’s head. Even a really good guy like you.” She sighed. “My ex-boyfriend was so cute, Ryan. I loved him. But Greg was, well, small. He worried. He didn’t care when I told him his size was fine. It got worse when I told him his size was actually what turned me on.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. That must have hurt.”

Fiona raised her eyebrows. “You are a very emotionally mature nineteen, Ryan. Do you know that?”

“I’ve been picking up my mom’s slack since a young age.”

Fiona laughed. “Anyway. When Jenny confided in me about what the pills did to men, especially growers, I thought it would help.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. I persuaded her to give me one. It made him ten inches. I didn’t like it—it was scary huge—but I thought he’d be thrilled. Oh, no. He wanted a cock ‘on par’ with these.” She looked down at her bust and opened her pashmina to expose the tops of her enormous, P-cup breasts in her strappy top. “To be on ‘equal footing.’”

“What does that even mean?”

Fiona shrugged and folded the pashmina back over her cleavage. “Who knows? He was so in his head that it made sense only to him. But I really loved him. I wanted him to be happy. And I thought twenty inches would do it. So I asked her to give me another pill. And Jenny’s a good sister. So she did.” Fiona lowered her voice. “Do you know why the profit-hungry pharmaceutical company that invented Jenny’s care and coincidentally discovered a magic penis growth pill hasn’t put that pill out on the market?”

Ryan shook his head. “I’ve wondered that.”

“It turns out that, for showers, the second dose causes their flaccid and erect sizes to quintuple.”

“Oh shit.”

“And for growers, I don’t even know what to call it. All I know is that it’s like Greg’s new erect size was multiplied by his old erect size.”

“Oh.” Ryan crossed his legs. “Oh, god.”

“Yeah. My ex is over four feet long when it’s hard. So for you…”

“I’d be fifteen feet. Jesus.”

Fiona stood up as she heard Barbara, Rachel, and the clink of wine glasses approaching. “Ryan, Jenny doesn’t know what happened or what a second dose does. I never told her because I didn’t want her to feel responsible. If…or, more likely, when you guys are getting to the point that you might consider a second dose, can you…can you let me know? Let me tell her? Now isn’t the time to break this news. But I don’t want to hide it from her, either.”

Ryan nodded. “I will. Promise.”

“Thank you. And Ryan?”

“Hmm?”

“No one knows what a third dose does.”

Two Hours Later

Jennifer maneuvered her way through the door to Ryan’s guest room. She nearly wasn’t able to pull her buttocks through. “Whoo! That’s getting difficult. Anyway! Hey.”

“Hey! How are you? How are you feeling?”

She knelt down next to his bed and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I should be asking you! How’s your back and shoulder? Your neck? You took a bad hit.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had harder falls.”

She cupped his face, then sat cross-legged in front of him. “So. Um. Fair to say that you’ve worked your way into my family’s good graces.”

Ryan laughed. “I don’t know. I, uh…I was a little delirious while watching you beat down Gavin. I didn’t keep certain things under full control.”

Jennifer gave a dismissive wave. “Rachel doesn’t care, Mom already knew, which means she definitely told Fiona, and Daddy’s oblivious.” She cocked her head. “You liked that, though?”

“After what he did to me? Oh, yeah! It was incredibly hot. And, Jenn—” he reached to caress her face, and she leaned in to let him “—this seems like it must be hard to get, because I have to keep saying it, but I love it. Not just that you’re big and strong, but that you’re bigger and stronger than me.”

Jennifer smiled. She nodded, then sighed in relief. She cupped her hand over his. “Good. Good! Because that, as it happens, dovetails nicely with the next conversation we need to have.”

Jennifer took both of Ryan’s hands in hers. “My initial results are, um, weird. The current theory is that because I got so angry and exerted myself so much immediately after the injection, my cells responded to the medication differently than anticipated. The upshot is that I’m going to grow much more than the anticipated 20% over this coming year. But the doctor didn’t think that explained all of it.”

“How much bigger do they think you’ll grow?”

“At least 500%.”

Ryan blinked at Jennifer rapidly. “So, wait, you’ll be 45 feet tall within the year?”

Jennifer nodded. “And that’s if we don’t have any sex. If we do, we add that much more on top of this new growth. And then start the 20% increase over again next year.”

“Wow.”

“Also…” Jennifer inched closer to him. “The doctor said that because of my ‘intense autonomic arousal so near in time to the injection,’ some substantial portion of my growth will be ‘frontloaded.’”

Ryan swallowed. “Meaning you’re going to grow a lot. Soon.”

“Mm-hmm.” She dropped her voice lower. “And this may sound crazy, but I think I can feel it already. My clothes getting tighter. My body getting bigger.” She pulled her shirt down against her breasts, which were bulging out of her sturdy, humongous, beige bra. “Look.”

In the dining room, Mark was delivering similar news to Barbara, Rachel, and Fiona.

Rachel clapped her hand to her forehead. “How’s she supposed to go to school? Where will she live?”

Mark shook his head. “We’re going to have to figure that out. Sooner than later.”

Fiona leaned down against the table on her bust, and tilted her wine glass back against her cleavage. “How much bigger is she going to get during this ‘frontloaded’ business?”

Mark shrugged. “At this point, that’s pure guesswork. Although I suspect the amount of growth early on will foretell how much more than 500% we’re looking at. The researchers are still working on a way to halt her growth overall, but, well…”

Barbara wiped tears away from her eyes. “Our poor girl. First she nearly dies, then the treatment that saves her life makes her a circus attraction, and then her saving our lives makes her a…a…”

“Hero, Mommy. Like Ryan. But bigger.” Rachel, who had (understandably, given the day’s events) gone a little overboard drinking, squeezed her mother’s shoulder.

Mark nodded. “I think the important thing for us, as a family, is to make Jenny feel as normal as we possibly can through all these changes. She needs stability.”

Fiona gave her father a sidelong glance.

Mark closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed. “Spit it out, Fiona.”

“Daddy, I know you crave stability, but Jenny’s her own person. She knew she had to stay calm and relaxed. She knows you concealed carry and probably could have just shot Gavin. And knowing all that, she tore her way out of a locked van with her bare hands anyway, chokeslammed a murderous half-giant, and dommed him into submission.”

Mark nodded, slowly, with his jaw hanging open. “That’s, uh—”

“And she fucks a dick the size of the Washington Monument for fun. I’m not sure Jenny wants ‘normal.’”

Mark stared at Fiona, jaw still hanging open. He looked over at Barbara for backup.

None came. “It is quite big.”

Before Mark could compose himself, Fiona continued, more gently, “Daddy, I think what Jenny really needs from us isn’t stability. It’s to feel supported as she finds her own way. Stability, for her? It’s a farce. What she’s experiencing is literally unprecedented. Her only option is to find her own way.”

Mark sighed and sat back in his chair. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled wanly at his middle child, shook his head, and said, “Looks like I made a good investment when I paid for all that therapy, Fee.”

Fiona grinned. “You're paying. And, yeah, it’s been a big help.”

Back in the guest room, Jennifer was sitting on her haunches, running her fingertips lightly over Ryan’s massive bulge and kissing him as he caressed her forehead and face. She broke the kiss and, in a sultry, conspiratorial whisper, said, “So, if you’re willing, and your back is up to it, you could sneak to my room again tonight. Be with me as I grow. Fuck me as I grow. From the way the doctor was talking, that additional ‘autonomic arousal’ might even add a few inches to my—”

Mark knocked lightly on the door jamb. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Jennifer stood and pivoted in place so that her massive hips and thighs shielded Ryan from view. “Daddy! You startled me!”

“Definitely not my intention, Jenny. I’m here…” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. “I’m here to help you and Ryan move his things to your room.”

Ryan popped his head out from behind Jennifer. From Mark’s perspective, it emerged at mid-thigh.

Jennifer furrowed her brow so hard that it felt like it might cramp. “What!? Daddy, but, you—“

Mark, who was resisting the urge to laugh at Ryan appearing like a Benny Hill sight gag, looked way, way up at his titanic little girl. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea that she still regarded him as the authority here. “Oh, Jenny. Sweetie. You know what? Sometimes things change. Even for me. We want to support you in your choices.” He pointed at Ryan’s almost comically small-by-comparison head. “And he is quite clearly a good choice.”

Jennifer covered her mouth with both hands as unexpected tears welled in her eyes. She knelt down and, over Mark’s mild protests, pulled her father in for a hug against her mattressy bosom.

Once he’d been released, Mark composed himself, cleared his throat, and backed up towards the door. “So. Uh, you two just, uh, take the time you need to deal with the, uh…” he gestured broadly at the level of Ryan’s crotch, which was still concealed behind Jennifer's leg “…Washington Monument, and let me know when you’re ready to go.” Mark left and closed the door behind him.

Ryan and Jennifer stared at the door in stunned silence. After a few long seconds, Ryan said, “I disagree with your characterization of him as ‘oblivious.’”

Six Hours Later

Mark sat on the high, cushioned bench at the foot of his and Barbara’s Alaskan King bed. “I’m just worried that if they’re in the same room, they’re going to have sex.”

Barbara answered from the bathroom as she continued brushing her long, thick hair. “And what, Mark? She might grow more? End up taller than him?”

“You know what I mean, Barbara.”

Barbara started putting on her eye cream. “I’m not sure I do, little flower of my heart. As Fiona suggested, maybe she likes getting bigger, stronger, and more feminine.” Barbara finished with her nighttime routine, cinched up her satin nightgown tight under her prodigious bust, and ducked under the bathroom door to walk into the master bedroom. She padded over to her husband, who stood to meet her. She extended her hands. “And if she likes it, we should, too.”

“You’re right.” Mark took Barbara’s hands. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me too. We will be for a long time, from the sound of it.” She pulled Mark’s hands to her broad hips and stepped in closer to him. “Thank you again for handling the court order on Gavin so quickly.”

“Of course. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here.”

Barbara shook her head. “It was important to be there for Jenny, too.”

Mark nodded. He felt his wife’s fupa begin to press suggestively into him as she inched closer. “Barbara.”

“Hmm?”

“I could have used more support from you out there with Fiona. She’s been able to ride roughshod over me ever since—”

“—she started looking down at you and her breasts outgrew your head?”

Mark blushed and he sighed in frustration. “Barbara! Come on. She’s my daughter.”

Barbara put her arms on Mark’s shoulders. She shimmied her breasts so that they framed his face.

Mark sighed, half in frustration and half in amusement, as he looked up at his broad-in-the-beam, 10-inches-taller wife and through the canyon of her breasts and felt her cleavage cup his chin. “Not helping.”

“She is your daughter and you have raised her well. She is assertive, insightful, and articulate. All of which she learned from you.”

Barbara felt her husband’s respectable member poke against her thigh and she laughed, low and throatily. She forced his face into her cleavage and squeezed her breasts against his head. “Let’s remind you of the attributes I had to offer.”

At the other end of the house, Ryan gasped as Jennifer spasmed in orgasm from his oral ministrations. He actually felt the skin of her inner thighs spread out slightly in all directions under his hands. “Jenn, you…you grew!”

Jennifer nodded, breathlessly, and shifted her weight up as the skin of her buttocks tugged at the cushions beneath her. She reached down, lifted him gently with both hands, and positioned his cock against her labia. “Fuck me, Ryan.”

“Are you sure?”

Jennifer pulled him up inside her and moaned quietly. “Yes. God, yes. I want you to make me huge, Ryan. Fuck me till I’m huge.”

Ryan plowed away, shifting every now and again as her slowly expanding skin became uncomfortable against his. He came, as did she. He went to flop over against her stomach, as he had so many times before, and found that the angle of her hips made it uncomfortable.

Jennifer, in a post-orgasmic haze, lifted him to her face. She kissed him, then rolled onto her side and hugged him against her stomach, just below her breasts. She laid a thigh over his hips and promptly fell asleep.

Eight Hours Later

Ryan’s first emotion as he started to emerge back to consciousness was annoyance. Jennifer had him wedged against the dorm wall. His pillow was on his face and he was way too hot for this much blanket. Ryan first tried to push away his pillow. It gave way slightly at his touch, but was incredibly heavy and didn’t budge. It was the same story with his blanket. Ryan felt like he was in a dream. Then, with a start, he came to full consciousness and sucked in a full breath of air. He wasn’t in his dorm pushed up against a wall. He was pressed against Jennifer. The immovable blanket was Jennifer’s thigh—and it was just her thigh—draped over his entire lower body. The pillow was her substantially larger breast. As gently as he could, Ryan worked his way out from under her boob and thigh, and stood to marvel at her. She had grown more than a foot taller overnight. With her laying on her side, her hips came up to his waist. Her full breasts had gotten even larger in relation to her body, and now spanned her torso from clavicle to bellybutton. Ryan could feel the floorboards vibrating slightly with her breathing. As he watched, Jennifer grimaced, shifted, and swelled visibly larger. He backed up a step involuntarily.

Jennifer started to stir. She patted around for him at her stomach and, when she couldn’t find him, opened her eyes and half sat up, groggily. She squinted, looked around, and smiled broadly down at Ryan when she saw him. “There you are.“ She swallowed, furrowed her brow, and scratched at her mussed hair. “Oh, I’m thirsty.” Then she tilted her head. “Why do you look so small?”

Ryan started to get aroused. “Because you’re that big, Jenn.”

Jennifer looked down at herself, then at objects in the room. “Holy shit. I’m…whoa.” She pulled her legs in to sit cross-legged, looked down at herself, and hefted her breasts experimentally. “I grew a lot.” She gathered her legs under her and stood.

For the first time, Ryan experienced mild vertigo as he watched Jennifer’s head rise up, and up, and up. By the time she finished standing, the crown of her head was a few inches above her bedroom windows—and they were ten feet high. Then he saw her grimace again, and her head crept slightly higher. “My god, you’re—”

“—over ten feet tall.” Jennifer bent at the waist, making sure to restrain her breasts before they barrelled forward, and reached out to him with one hand. “Can I try something? I’ll be gentle.”

Ryan nodded.

She carefully placed her thumb on his pec, curled her hand under his armpit, braced her fingers against his shoulderblade, and lifted him from his feet with one hand as she stood back up to her full height. Jennifer smiled and bit the left corner of her bottom lip as she felt his heart pounding beneath her thumb. “Are you scared, or turned on?”

“T-turned on.”

“Me, too. Put your arms out to the side for me, okay?” When Ryan complied, Jennifer lowered him into her cleavage and squeezed her breasts closed around him. With his head, shoulders, and arm above her breasts, his feet did not come out the bottom. She gave an eager, low chuckle. “That’s hot. But you know what’s hotter…” She pinched his right arm gently between her thumb and forefinger, relaxed the pressure on her left breast, and inserted his arm into her cleavage. Then she did the same for his left arm. “There.” She squeezed her boobs in, hugging them against her body and pressing them against Ryan from chin to heels.

Ryan was sweating and his breathing was ragged; he was right on the edge of cumming. Here he was with basically his entire body enveloped in his girlfriend’s enormous cleavage. Then, he felt her shudder slightly and the flesh all around him began to not only flow out in all directions, but weigh in against him that much more. He lost control. Semen spurted up against Jennifer’s colossal breasts and onto both of their chests. “S…sorry.”

“Oooooh. No, Ryan, that’s a compliment! Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She held him gently against her sternum as she parted her breasts and sat him on her hand to lower him to the ground. Jennifer smiled as Ryan wiped himself off with a sheet, then handed it up to her. “Thank you.” Her stomach growled loudly. “Oh! Wow. That’s loud. Um. Why don’t we get cleaned up for real and then go get breakfast?”

Ryan, who was completely spent and barely able to think, nodded. Once he was able, he pulled on his pajamas and headed for the bedroom door. As soon as he had his hand on the doorknob, though, a thought occurred. “Um, Jennifer?”

“Hmm?”

He pointed at the door.

“What?”

He gestured at her.

She looked at the door, then down at her body. “Oh!” She then crawled over to the door, which was clearly narrower now than even one of her breasts, and her pelvis from front to back. “Oh shit.”