Meet Cute-Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Two Months Later

Marnie Jo waved to Jennifer over Ryan’s shoulder. “Hi Jenny! How are you? How’s school?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m doing fine in my classes—not killing it like your son—but I have to do all my classes online. It can get lonely.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m too big to be on campus now.”

“That’s nonsense. How big is too big?”

“Forty-three feet.”

“That’s not—”

“And just under 36 tons. I broke the sidewalk getting the mail yesterday.”

“Oh. Huh.” Marnie Jo twisted to shout behind her. “Sofija, out of curiosity, how much do you weigh?”

Sofija shouted back, “Is rude question!”

Jennifer laughed. “It’s good to see you, Ms. Banton. I’ll let you talk to Ryan now.”

“You too, Jenny!”

Marnie Jo gasped as Jennifer stood up. Her enormous cleavage soared up past Ryan’s loft bedroom before she turned to take the two small steps back into the living space. The 27’-high bedroom was even with the lower curve of Jennifer’s breasts and it was clear that her hips were wider than it. “You are a lucky man.”

“Mom.”

“What? Your girlfriend is a wonderful person and she loves you. You’re a lucky man.”

Ryan felt a flash of shame for having misjudged his mother’s meaning. “I’m sorry, Mom, I—”

“And she’s got a huge rack.”

Ryan closed his eyes, shook his head, and chuckled. “Now you’re just doing it on purpose.”

“So how’s school?”

“Good. Classes are going well. My genetics professor has even invited offered me a job in her lab. Usually that’s reserved for grad students.”

“Will that get in the way of gymnastics?”

“Yes. I quit the team.”

Marnie Jo stiffened. “I…if…”

Sofia shouted from the other room. “Remember what we discuss!”

“You should do what’s right for you.” Marnie Jo’s delivery was reminiscent of a hostage reading from a script. “This sounds like…quite the opportunity and I’m…very proud of you.”

Ryan regarded her for a second and then raised his voice to say, “Thank you, Sofija!”

“Welcome!”

“Can I meet you yet?”

“Sorry, not fit in room!”

Ryan blinked a few times. “Mom, how tall is she?”

“Well, she was 14’, but then she found out from some woman named Dzintra that there’s a formulation that makes you get taller faster and your boobs grow less, and now she’s a hair over 19’ tall.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. Although apparently Dzintra and her friend Inga opted for the opposite—the formulation that emphasizes breast growth.”

Ryan furrowed his brow. “Wait. They’ve been able to regulate growth hormone uptake and/or expression?”

“I don’t know what you just said.”

“That’s okay. It’s encouraging. It means progress towards a true cure for Jennifer.”

“Oh, like shrinking her down?”

Ryan shook his head. “No, Mom. Stopping her growth. I don’t think anyone believes they’ll ever be able to reverse it.”

“But they shrank me.”

“What?”

“The pills shrank me.”

“You took one of the pills?”

“Yeah. Sofija and I wanted to see what they’d do.”

“Mom. That is incredibly irresponsible.”

“Sure, sure. And mostly they made me incredibly horny. We had so much—”

“Mom.”

“Right. But the third one, and every one since—”

“Since!?”

“Oh, it’s fine. It shrunk me down to just under six inches tall. Which was initially very scary. Do you know how big a 19’ woman looks when you’re 5.7” tall?”

“Believe it or not, I have an idea.”

“Oh. Yeah. You would. Well, then, you also know that that kind of size difference presents lots of opportunities for creative lovema—”

“Mom.”

“Sorry.”

“How long does it last?”

“What?”

“The shrinking.”

Marnie Jo shrugged. “About an hour.”

“And it’s the same every time?”

“Yeah.”

“Any ill effects?”

“Not so far.”

“Have you told the researchers about this?”

“Um, no. We were afraid that Sofija would get in trouble because it’s not exactly, you know, allowed.”

Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah. Don’t just yet. Do Inga and what’s her name know?”

“Dzintra. I don’t think so. They told us the pills make men’s penises grow. But that’s not news to you, is it?”

Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, you’ve been hanging out with Jenny’s dad!”

“What about him and Barbara?”

“I’m not sure. And you’d know better than me about what Rachel, Fiona, and certainly Jenny know.”

Ryan nodded. “Thank you, Mom.” He went to shut his laptop, nearly did, then reopened it. “Oh, right. Sorry. I love you and miss you.”

“Same, honey. Good luck.”

“With what?”

“Whatever’s behind that determined look.”

One Month Later

Ryan knocked on his professor’s office door. “Doctor?”

“Please, Ryan. As soon as you joined my lab, I became Julia. Titles reinforce hierarchy; hierarchy impedes the flow of ideas.”

“Sorry. Julia. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course.”

Ryan sat down in the chair opposite her. “So, as you may be aware, I’m close with—“

“Jennifer Ard. Yes. Sorry for interrupting. She’s just a fascinating case—person! Sorry. I don’t mean to be insensitive.”

“She’s both. It’s okay. You might also be aware of the ongoing research study aimed at arresting her growth.”

“The one that used CRISPR to induce a potentially fatal acromegaly in a cohort of women of Latvian descent without any approval from an Institutional Review Board or other required human subjects protections? Yes.”

“I know, and I don’t agree with their tactics. But do you know why something so unethical was approved?”

“No.”

Ryan inhaled slowly. “Jennifer is currently 46’8” tall. In order to prevent the fatal recurrence of her acromegaly, she gets a shot once a year and then oral maintenance doses of medication. It was initially believed that her growth would be linear. But it turns out that each shot accelerates it.”

“By how much?”

“Five times.”

“It’s geometric?”

Ryan nodded. “By the end of this year she’ll be a little over 50’ tall. By the end of next year she’ll be a little over 1,300’ tall. And there won’t be a year after that, because—” he choked up “—because if they give her that shot, she’ll grow nearly 500’ taller a day until she’s 32 miles tall. Each step she takes will be a catastrophic earthquake. And…and I love her, Julia, but she’s about as coordinated as drunken moose.”

Julia had to suppress the urge to laugh despite the horror of what Ryan was laying out.

“If she ever tripped, or slipped, it would mean the end of anything nearby.”

“I understand. It’s life or death for her. I’m not sure I agree with making it life or death for the research cohort, too. But I imagine you didn’t come to me to debate bioethics.”

“No. Well, I did come to you because I don’t trust this company and I have information that could help Jennifer. Not just stop her growth, but reverse it, and I need help to run it down.”

Julia leaned forward. “That’s very exciting. Okay, shoot. What’s up?”

“The maintenance medication the cohort takes has different effects when taken by those who don’t have the acromegaly.”

“And how was this discovered?”

“Creative misuse.”

Julia snorted. “Great. Let’s hear it.”

“First, in persons with penises whose penises do not exhibit a significant size difference—”

“You can say ‘showers’ and ‘growers,’ Ryan. I’m a doctor, not a prude.”

“And a Star Trek fan?”

“That’s a job requirement.”

“So, in showers, the first use makes the erect size the flaccid size and the flaccid size commensurately larger.”

“And the second?”

“Makes both sizes quintuple.”

“Whoa.” Julia crossed her legs involuntarily. “Do we have info on a third dose?”

“Not yet.”

“Probably for the best.”

“But we see an interesting parallel with the quintupling of Jennifer’s rate of growth.”

“Good observation. How about with growers?”

“It’s a multiplicative Fibonacci sequence that starts with a 2 and affects only erect size.”

“Okay, no. That’s an absurd claim.”

“Julia, I could provide you with proof right now, but neither of us really wants me to do that.”

Ryan’s professor narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re saying—”

“Yes. Please don’t make me say more.”

She cleared her throat. “Um. You were saying that the first pill doubles erect size in growers.”

“Right. And the second pill increases that new erect size by a multiple of the prior erect size.”

“Interesting. It’s like there’s an imprint of some sort being expressed. Do we know about the third?”

“Yes. It again increases the new erect size by a multiple of the prior erect size. But it also shrinks the subject’s body to one-tenth its size for an hour.”

Julia’s jaw dropped open. “Okay. Human resources nightmare or not, I’m going to need proof of this one.”

Ryan pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture that Rachel and Mike had—after some persuading—shared with him. He handed his phone to Julia.

She immediately dropped it. “Oh! My god!” She composed herself and picked the phone back up. “That is an extremely well-endowed, extremely small man in front of what appears to be an, um, even more extremely large breast.” She studied the picture further. “How small is he?”

“Six inches.”

“He looks smaller.”

“The woman in the picture is 12’4”.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.” Julia handed the phone back. “Ryan, I’m going to stop asking you for proof of your assertions now.”

“Got it. Finally, when people with vaginas who do not have the acromegaly take the maintenance medication, they experience increased libido for the first two doses, and for subsequent doses, experience increased libido and shrink to one-tenth their usual size for an hour.”

“Subsequent doses? Who was stupid enough to get so tiny and keep doing this?”

“My mother.”

Julia closed her eyes and put her palm to her forehead. “You’re not going to quit on me, right?”

“Right. Julia, this is the mechanism of action we need to cure—really cure—Jennifer. A pill that shrinks a person and appears that it would do so, at least for a cis woman, safely. We would just need to—”

“—make it last longer, shrink her more than 90%, and have it function in the one population where we’re certain it does not work, namely, those with the acromegaly.”

“Exactly.”

Julia grinned broadly. “Count me in!”

One Month Later

Fiona tensed in orgasm and relaxed with a sigh. She caressed Ryan’s hair. “Did you…?”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.” He pulled out of the now 13’7” tall woman. “My head’s just somewhere else.”

Fiona regarded him through the canyon formed by her 5’ wide and high breasts, then shook her head. “I really am too short and flat-chested for you, aren’t I?”

Ryan chuckled. “I guess so.” He looked up as Jennifer knocked on the wall above them. “Hey!”

“Hey. Can I cut in?” She—all 50’6” of her—sidled into the room. “Watch out, okay?” Jennifer lowered herself to sit cross-legged in front of Ryan. Her shins were now nearly as wide as his legs were tall. He couldn’t see over her thighs when he stood between them. And her breasts were so large now that he could actually sit on her erect nipples like a stool. “Fiona said you needed to talk.”

Ryan looked back to see that Fiona was already gone. “How is she so goddamn stealthy?”

“Her boobs absorb sound waves. What’s up?”

“I…I’m nervous. About next week. The trip—the walk—home.”

“It’s going to be okay. The route’s going to be cleared by law enforcement.”

“But the roads—”

“We’ve planned out which I’m least likely to damage, and which I’ll damage least. Ryan, I’ve been cooped up in this apartment for months now. I’m excited to go for a walk. Even if it’s a multiple hundreds of miles walk to Long Island.”

Ryan sighed. “What if…I know this is crazy, but what if someone takes a pot shot at you?”

Jennifer smiled at him in a way that said “thank you for caring and you’re being silly.” “Ryan. I’m pretty sure I’m completely immune to small arms fire at this point.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“What else is going on?”

“Can you lay back and I sit on your chest?”

“Always!” Jennifer carefully reached down, picked him up, and lifted him to her chest above her car-sized breasts. Then she laid down on her back with her head propped up on her arm. It was almost like she and Ryan were looking at each other eye-to-eye, except that Ryan was the size of a small action figure to her. “Is this good?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” He folded his hands in his lap and enjoyed the deep thump of her heartbeat for a few seconds. Then tears started to roll down his face and fall onto her shirt. “I miss being able to have sex with you, Jenn. That’s not to say I don’t love what we do together. I do! Oral, breast play, ass play, body insertion…you’re wonderful. But I miss that connection with you.”

“I miss it with you, too.”

“And I’m going to miss you next semester.”

Jennifer drew a deep enough breath that Ryan reached out his hands to steady himself. “I…how did you know?”

“It’s not hard to figure out. I asked about you coming on campus for outdoor stuff this semester and the answer was a hard no.”

“Ryan, it may not be that far. Exactly where I’m going to live is still up in the air. The pharmaceutical company is looking—”

“Jenn, after your next shot, you’re going to be growing over three feet taller a day. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know where they’re proposing for housing, but I’m going to guess all of the options are rural.”

Jennifer nodded. “You’re right.”

“And I can’t do classes remotely.”

She sucked in air. “Wait, you asked to do that?”

“Of course! I want to be with you, Jenn. I’ve even…I’ve considered taking a leave.”

“No, Ryan. No. You’ve got an incredible future ahead of you. You’re brilliant. And I may not even live—” Jennifer’s voice broke but she quickly composed herself. “Bottom line, you’re not going to delay your future for me, okay?”

Ryan nodded and wiped away tears. “And bottom line? You’re not going to leave me. Ever.”

Jennifer smiled. “Deal. I also promise we’ll weather being long distance. It might even have its charms.”

“How so?”

“Well, you’re around me all the time now. So you’re always used to me, right?”

“Right.”

“But next semester, you’ll come to visit me on weekends, or on breaks. And every time I’ll be even more huge. Not by inches, or even feet, but by dozens of feet. Or hundreds.” Jennifer bit her lip as Ryan’s erection surged out. “I see you like that idea.”

“I do.”

Her voice dropped and grew throaty. “Speaking of not being used to one another, do you remember the first time we had sex? How I thought you were so scary huge?”

Ryan laughed. “Yeah. Times have changed.”

“They have. But I’d like to try it again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Jennifer held him in place as she sat up, then slid him into her cleavage and used a fingernail to produce a foil packet from under her colossal bra strap. “…I’d like you to fuck me with your monstrous cock. If you’re game.” Her breathing quickened. “Because I’ve missed you so much. And I want to feel you inside me so badly.”

Ryan overcame his initial shock, tore open the foil packet, and downed the pill.

“Do you need, like, a glass of water to—”

“No, I’m good. I can’t tell you how much ibuprofen I’ve swallowed dry at gymnastics practices and meets.”

“Oh. That sounds slightly unhealthy.”

“At least it wasn’t acetaminophen. Bad for the liver.” He looked down at his 19” erection expectantly.

So did she. “Nothing yet?”

“No. Although that makes sense.”

“How so?”

“My body needs to digest it, it has to hit my bloodstream, the whole nine yards.”

“Oh. Good point.”

“Should we…do you want to go watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, might as well. In hindsight, it was kind of silly to expect it to work imme—agh!” Ryan clutched his stomach, then the base of his cock. “Aaaah!” His back went rigid as an enormous pressure filled his entire pelvis.

Jennifer gasped as Ryan’s erection, which was already huge at 19” long and 12” around, pulsed, then swelled, then swelled enormously. She instinctively slid her left hand under Ryan’s back to support him as she wrapped her hand around his ballooning cock. She gave a guttural moan as it swelled out past three feet and pressed against her fingers, then cooed as its growth seemed to slow at four feet long and 24” around at its midpoint. But then it expanded again, more forcefully, to six and a half feet long and more than three feet around. “Oh, god.” Jennifer’s heart thudded in her chest. Ryan’s cock looked delicious, and perfect. She was tempted to move him down to her crotch right then and there.

He grew again.

“Oh, shit.” For the first time in months, Jennifer felt something animate strain against her hand. Ryan’s penis throbbed with his heartbeat, magnified along its length, as it grew to ten feet long and four feet around. Jennifer realized she could fit two of her hands on it. Her boyfriend had a two-hander cock for a 50’ woman.

Ryan gave a final, cathartic shout as it grew again.

Jennifer’s eyes widened as his cock went from pleasingly huge, to scary big like it had been that first day, to terrifying. It was six feet in circumference; the glans alone exceeded the size of her fist. “Oh…oh fuck.” It more than spanned the distance from her chest to her face. And it was the first thing that had looked big to her (at least, that wasn’t part of her) in months.

Ryan, who was finally able to relax his body, opened his eyes to find that Jennifer was cradling his body and helping him to support the weight of a gigantic, throbbing, veiny monster that was basically three times longer and thicker than his body. “J-jesus fuck.”

Jennifer, who realized she was trembling, rolled over carefully and carried Ryan to her bedroom. She laid him on her bed and stripped herself naked.

Ryan could not move from where she’d put him. His cock outweighed him by hundreds of pounds. “Jenn, are you sure? We don’t have to—I mean, I know I said I missed the connection with you, but—”

“Shh.” She knelt down over him on all fours, chuckled huskily as she realized his dick was longer than her 13’-long thighs, and pushed up on her tiptoes to position his cock against her labia. Jennifer shuddered at the sheer width of it pressing against her body. “Just let me…let me…” She worked her hips from side to side against his glans, pressing down gently as she went, until he popped inside her. She produced an inhalatory shriek and arched her back, then relaxed. “Okay. Okay. Fffffuuuuuck.”

“Jenn, we really don’t have to—”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you want me to stop?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Then we’re going.” She started to push down, slowly, slowly, then pull up when the pain and pressure grew to be too much. She repeated the process again and again, further down each time, more smoothly each time, with more sounds of primal satisfaction each time. Soon enough, she was riding three quarters of his length with as much abandon as she could afford without risking the safety of her one-twelfth-her-size lover.

For Ryan, the experience progressed from slightly horrifying, to dismaying, to mind-blowing. He’d enjoyed having Jennifer use his body as a dildo, but now he essentially was one. He could not move against the weight of his cock. He could not reach any part of Jennifer’s body. All he could do was watch as thighs thicker than his body propelled literal tons of jiggling ass over a dozen feet up and down along his cock, while breasts that could crush a bus swayed and clapped violently overhead. The trade-off was that Ryan was treated to the magnified sensations of having not five inches of cock, or nine, or fifteen, but nearly three million cubic inches of dick and the nerve endings to match. He strained mightily, holding back as long as he could. But then he was hit in quick succession by a drenching drop of Jennifer’s sweat and a blast of air from her breasts clapping together. The reminder of her overwhelming size, plus the sensations from his, pushed him over the edge.

Jennifer’s eyes rolled back in her head at the force of his orgasm. She grabbed the middle of his shaft in an attempt to manage their shared climax. She quickly realized that Ryan’s cock was so thick that there was nowhere for his semen to go, and that she could not pull off of him quickly without risking dropping the massive shaft on Ryan himself. She felt a thrill at the realization that Ryan could be crushed by his own dick and paused to revel in the panoply of sensations. The cum spurting out of her vagina brought her back to reality. “Oh, god! Oh no, no, no! Ryan, no, god, no, no!” She first tried to cup her hand under her pelvis to protect Ryan from the violent shower of viscous fluid. When that proved inadequate, she chose instead to grab his relatively tiny body, pull off of his shaft, and bring his body up close to her chest where he’d be safe.

A panicked Fiona burst into the room. “Jenny! Ryan! What’s…” She gawped up at her sister, who was clutching to her massive breasts a 5’6” man with a 15’ cock (which cock, incidentally, was still leaking semen onto the bed and the floor). “…wrong? Well.” Fiona looked away, bit her upper lip, and stood up straight. “Um. I see you two talked.”

Jennifer nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“And that you have a substantial amount of laundry to do.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Oh! This reminds me. Are you okay if Greg comes to visit me here for a few days after you leave for Mommy and Daddy’s place?”

“Aren’t you coming to the wedding?”

“Yes, by Orange Yak drone. They weren’t able to get airspace clearances until two days after your planned walk.”

“Sorry about that.” Jennifer furrowed her brow and cocked her head. “Who’s Greg, again?”

“You don’t remember—right! You never met him. Ex-boyfriend. Initially had size anxiety, now has a four-foot-long penis.”

“Oh, him!” Jennifer shrugged, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

Ryan, who had finally regained his faculties, shouted to Fiona, “Hey, if you give him a third pill, can you collect some data for me?”

Fiona looked pointedly at his cock, which was longer than her height of nearly 14’ even though his erection was dwindling. “I think that’s probably a ways off, big man.”