The Growth Bug: Chapter 22(Non-illustrated) (Patreon)

The car came to a stop outside a house Ross had visited more times than he could count. This was the first time, however, that he was coming to Amanda’s house as her ‘boyfriend’, not like her father was happy about it.

On the front porch, the family of four was packing two large duffel bags for their two daughters, a development Ross hadn’t anticipated.

“Huh, Tina is back!” Karla noted. Tina was the second daughter and firstborn in Samantha’s family, and she had moved out months prior to the recent vacation in the woods to start her life. As it turned out, she hadn’t managed to find stable work yet, even though she was getting by. “Never thought I’d be asking if someone has a boyfriend as a concern for their safety.”

Paul chuckled, rolling down his window to yell out at his friend like a barbarian, “Need a ride for the ladies?”

“Come say that to my face!” Rick yelled back from the front porch.

Paul whistled, “Oh, don’t be like that! I’ll drive real slow. It should take about an hour to reach the…”

“Will you two stop and help with the luggage already?” Amelia yelled from behind her husband, walking down the driveway with a look that suggested she was about to knock some sense into Ross’s father.

For a moment, Ross froze at the sight of the woman coming down the driveway. She hadn’t grown any more than she’d been that morning, yet it felt that way. Her size was the kind that his mind was not capable of accurately recording. Each time he saw her, it was like he was seeing her for the first time.

Her hips were easily twice the width of her waist, a ratio that only made her presence that much more magnetic… and it didn’t help that the jean shorts they’d sewn for her looked like they’d rip off her frame any time. Her breasts wrestled with her top as though it had been made to simply preserve her modesty instead of covering her whole upper body.

Paul stepped out of the car and was soon followed by his family. Ross stepped out after them, staying back to let the parents reacquaint themselves. He took a second or two to check out the sisters before looking away to keep his hormones in check.

'Damn! How is Rick still sane in this house?' he managed to let out in his mind.

Tina took after her mother, just like Samantha, and she was already farther along in terms of growth compared to Ross’s girlfriend. ‘I wonder if she was bitten like Amelia,’ he thought to himself as he turned his attention to his surroundings.

The hairs at the back of his neck rose as he now sensed several eyes on him, and these were not Samantha’s or her sister Tina's. He turned his gaze outward and caught a few sets of eyes peeking at him through blinds or behind wooden fences.

There was even a woman standing outside her porch across the street, leaning against the balustrade with drool rolling out the sides of her lips. Her nightgown was a couple of sizes too small, and she didn’t look like she was about to wear a robe over her tantalising curves. If anything, she squeezed her bra-clad tits together and bit her lower lip with approval. Her gaze, which never once left Ross’s family, could not have been more obvious.

“Weren’t there always more guys than girls on this street?” he wondered.

“Umm…” Aunt Amelia started, before grabbing his hand and leading him into the driveway and to the house, “Most of them are… incapacitated, for one reason or the other. Don’t stare too much.”

Ross could only imagine what that meant. The best image he had to compare was the minister getting fucked video. Now that he thought about it, he was starting to suspect that the man himself was not entirely in control of the situation with his assistant.

Before being chided for staring, Ross had taken another peek at the woman across the street and seen her lick her lips with a look of wild hunger he thought was only ever found in erotic horror movies.

“Let us in on the fun,” came a catcall from the woman.

Rick looked out before ushering them into the house along with the luggage they'd been packing. “The military will come through here in an hour or so. Let’s talk inside… and Tina, stay away from Ross.”

Tina scoffed, “Hell no. I can control myself just fine.” What she hid well was the padded bra she’d worn that morning, which concealed her rising peaks.

Just looking at Ross had been enough to send all the control she’d managed to stack up that day crashing to the floor. Another male that wasn't related to her, better yet, one that she was acquainted with.

He did well to keep his gaze away from her body, probably because he was having trouble not getting turned on by her. What he didn't realise was that this behaviour was just encouraging her.

Ross didn’t get to hear the rest of the argument Tina was having with her father as he was engulfed in a hug from Samantha. His mind went blank instantly, his arms going around her body on instinct.

She didn’t even care that their parents were watching. Remembering something important, Ross’s eyes darted to Rick for a moment, a hint of panic in them. Rather than anger, however, he found a hint of resignation in the man’s eyes.

He looked tired… and relieved all at the same time.

Turning his attention away from them, he gave his other daughter a large bottle of water. Tina was a sparkling beauty about five years older than Samantha, and as far as Ross was aware, she was single. Her skin was pale, and she looked even more exhausted than her father.

Her proportions, however, were somewhere between Samantha and Amelia, with a stubborn, sexy outfit that forced Ross to avert his gaze yet again. It was a 'frilly' crop top that wasn't frilly anymore and a skirt barely able to cover anything anymore. It was a surprise that her parents let her wear that.

Eyeing the water bottle, the woman sighed and took it.

“Tina has it worse than all of us,” Samantha whispered, “So, try to keep your distance from her.”

Ross nodded, “I will keep that in mind. How have you been?”

“Not good, but I stopped complaining when I realised I was experiencing nothing compared to my sister,” she chuckled, pulling away for just a bit to look him in the eye.

Ross kept his hands around her waist, and even after noticing how intimate they were acting in public, he left them there. “That’s good, I guess?”

She nodded, “Mm-hmm… I could have it much worse, but I don't. I heard that the Quarantine Facilities are being treated like massive universities run by married professors, scientists and police.”

“Sam,” Tina called out, joining their conversation as the adults formed theirs, “We’re going to be locked in some facility with a bunch of horny boys, and you’re happy?”

“And girls… Horny girls, too,” Samantha corrected, “Last I checked, it’s the boys who should be scared of us girls.”

In her gloating, Samantha raised her bicep. Ross was going to laugh when he noticed there actually was a little muscle. It wasn’t much, but it was clearly there. The same way a boy gets a bit of muscle when they go through puberty.

'What... What the...' was all his brain could form, even when he found it that much more endearing to know that his girlfriend could actually carry her weight with more ease than he'd earlier assumed.

Author's Note: I thought about what someone said in the previous post(The comments gave me a lot to think about), and while I do believe I now understand what he was getting at, I think I found a way of elegantly addressing the issue he raised. I've written a whole bunch since then, and I'm still editing stuff, and hopefully, you guys will see the results reflected in the chapter after this one.

Bonus images in Illustrated chapter.