Assistant? - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

ding dong The sound of the doorbell echoed inside the house. Carol was at the kitchen, looking for a little snack.

her appetite had certainly increased through this growth, and now she stands at 7’ tall, a larger body demands more calories.

She pulled herself out of the fridge, munching on a piece of chocolate she found there. She stood up, wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts, which hugged her curves so majestically, accentuating her tight waist and wrapped around her wide hips sensuously.

Her tank top did barely enough to cover her bosom. There was a lot of boob–flesh in display, she wore no bra today. Meaning the cool of the fridge made her nipples hard and visible. She pushed her long hair to the side and walked towards the door. It was Sunday, there’s nothing to do here this day.

Who could it be? She wondered as she walked out of the kitchen. Swaying her wonderful hips from side to side and her heavy bosom bouncing with each step.

To be seven-feet-tall meant a lot of things. One, clothes are not exactly your friends. Underwear can become too tight from one week to the next . Her thickening body made it so uncomfortable to wear any bra or panties, only when necessary, she thought. When strictly necessary.

This means she went to the store without a bra every now and then, more often these days. She immediately called for the attention of everyone, and most couldn’t avoid looking at her bosom. Those nipples, sometimes getting hard and poking through her shirt, making a ton of people swallow and look away. Ashamed and a bit turned on.

Her shorts were so short now that her long, shapely legs were almost entirely visible. A display of juicy thighs, round calves and a lot of smooth flesh. This could make anyone’s mouth water, this could make anyone shiver.

Shoes were so tight now, she’s always barefoot inside the house, and truly considering living her whole life like this. Sneakers, boots, anything other than sandals were not very comfortable to her.

She always felt big, tight, too tall for this world, the ever-shrinking world as it seems to her. And people were too, guys who are 6´3” or so are looking so tiny now, and those below six-feet, well… she’d call them some cute tinies.

She felt like an amazon amongst everyone, well almost everyone…

Carol reached for the door and opened it. Aiming low, sure enough that whoever was here would be about chest-level, at most. But instead of looking at someone in the eyes, she was looking at someone into the chest!

“Hello…” she said, eyes looking at a big pair of boobs, boobs that were… bigger than hers?

But who has boobs this big? Gene? No, Gene’s are bigger, and she doesn’t need to look down to see those massive melons. No, this was someone else, and who other than… “Monica, how are you?” Carol greeted, looking up and meeting this woman’s gaze.

“Carol! So nice to see you! I’m fine, how about you?” Monica asked. She was wearing a “long” skirt that made it barely past her knees, and a blouse that was not very good at covering her bosom. Blouse wide open and what seems to be a tank top covering her breasts. Making her look barely decent on normal standards, or more conservative for an ever-expanding amazon.

“I’m good. And, wow! You… you’re looking tall!” Carol could see Monica was very tall, not as tall as her, but very close.

She turned down at her feet, she couldn’t help but to wonder if she had heels on or something. When she saw her in some slipper-resembling shoes, her heart sank a little.

How has she grown this much? And so fast! Wasn’t she a full head shorter when they first met? Carol knew that Monica, as Gene’s protegee, had major support with Gene, and some advice too. Gene was really a bad influence when it comes to growth, she thinks that more’s better, the bigger the best! And this drove Monica to this height within a few weeks.

Carol has noticed Monica’s growth, she’s been here very often. And most of the times she comes here alone, Gene only comes here on Fridays, but Monica comes every time she feels like it! So it seems. But she doesn’t stop by just because she always comes to check on Kevin.

Carol’s confused why, he’s not the jerk he used to be, but he’s still not the friendliest guy there is.

“Yes! Yeah, Gene, you know, she gave me a little push.” Monica winked at Carol.

Gene has already explained to Monica that Carol was also taking the same pills they are, but she was a bit slower with her growth. Monica understands that everyone has their own pace for growth, but Gene pushed her a little too much.

Monica was about 6’6” the last time she came here, and today she was standing much taller, 6’10”! Barely two-inches shorter than Carol. For someone who started taking the pills less than a month ago, she was speedrunning the process! And Carol was worried Kevin will suspect this, but so far, he hasn’t asked any question at all about this…

“I see, hehe.” Carol smiled. “So… you’re here to see Kevin?” Carol asked, taking the conversation somewhere else.

“Oh, yes! He told me he downloaded a new game! We’re going to play it, he says it’s so fun!” Monica replied.

“Say no more,” Carol stepped aside, letting Monica in, “I think he’s in his room.”

“Sweet! I…” Monica walked in, and she was already heading towards the stairs when she had a thought, “Uhm… Carol, do you want to play with us?” Monica said; she felt bad for letting Carol out of this, she never hands out with them. It seems Kevin never invites her to do so.

“Oh, thanks but… no thanks. I’m not a fan of videogames. You two have fun.” She smiled.

“Ok, feel free to join us, if you like.” Monica added.

Carol stood there, smiling but deep down, she was not happy.

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Monica comes here a lot, and when she says a lot she means like FOUR times a week. Once or twice a week was normal, but four? FOUR?!

She had a bad feeling, deep down, there was something she couldn’t help. Why was Monica coming to visit him this frequently? Carol had a bad feeling, but there was also something else… jealousy.

It seems Kevin likes to be around Monica, and that’s cool, she drags his attention away from her. She keeps him busy, Carol has more time with herself, but there was something else. Was Kevin falling in life for Monica?

To think about this was silly, but being worried about this was preoccupying. Why would she mind that? If he wants to love her, then so be it, if he fell for her then good for him. He was no longer as depressed as he used to, but Carol was not so happy Monica was the reason for it. 

Why was Monica here? To make him feel good? Maybe she was a therapist and Gene hired her to take care of Kevin, and this was such a secret not even Carol was aware. Or… she came here to seduce him!

“I’m still taller… and younger.” Carol thought, heading towards the kitchen.

Why was she even thinking this way? Why was she comparing herself to Monica? And why does she need to be better than her?

Soon, she got back to the fridge and dived into the freezer, pulling a gallon of ice cream out of it. She grabbed a spoon, leaned on the counter, and began to dig into the ice cream.

“Isn’t she in her thirties? He 's 23, I’m 26. She’s like… ten years older than him? Why is he playing videogames with an older woman? And why… why not with me?” Carol wondered.

She loved her time alone, for Kevin to be off her ass and not trying to seduce her, but… maybe it’s been for too long? She never thought she’d miss it. She never thought she’d want to do something with him. She never thought she’d feel jealous of Monica!

And what’s worse… she was stress-eating. Not something that will have an impact on her figure, she’s too tall and has a very fast metabolism. At most, her brain will freeze due to all of the ice cream.

She was at the kitchen, feeling a bit sour and paranoid about this. But, what were Monica and Kevin actually doing? And why were they friends out of a sudden? Carol can’t deny one of her worries was that they were having sex up there. 

But it never sounds like it, and she knows because once she approached to the door and lend an ear to listen. They were mostly giggling.

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Upstairs, Monica knocked on Kevin’s door.

“Kevin! It’s me! Monica.” She said.

Monica stood back, looking at the doorframe with attention, to be this tall was amazing! She was taller than the door-frame! At least the one in his room. She was so thrilled about the new size. She had a major growth spurt last night, Gene persuaded her to drink a lot of pills at once.

She would’ve come here standing at 6´7”, but thanks to Gene, she was a 6´10” amazon. Standing how much taller than the shrunken man?

Monica heard a pair of feet rushing to the door. Light feet, and she could see a shadow beneath the door’s frame, soon, the door was open.

“Monica! Hi!” Kevin said, standing at 3’5”. “Wow! You… you’re taller!” He immediately acknowledged as she walked into the room.

“Oh, yeah, I… I guess so…” From his point of view, Monica was a giantess! Standing twice his height! A single one of her thighs was much thicker than his shoulders, and her thick calves were thicker than his waist.

She walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

“How… how much have you grown?” He asked, looking at the giantess in disbelief.

“Well… about four-inches since the last time we met.” She said, and they had met about three days ago.

“F-four!” He couldn’t believe it. “That’s a lot! And… and it’s all my fault.” He turned down in shame.

“Aww, no, it’s not your fault.” Monica said, bending closer to him.

“It is, I… I´m the cause for everyone’s growth. We… you’re here so often, we hang out a lot, it’s my fault you’re growing so much. I’ve… infected you with my virus.” He apologized.

Gene made him believe hers and Carol’s growth was because of him, that he was contagious and, unlike him, the effects on them was that they grew. Monica was told about this, and Gene advice him to tell him that any growth is his fault, she didn’t like the word fault so she explained it more as if he was the cause.

But how could she explain the rapid growth? That was completely Monica’s idea, she told him the reason for it was the long periods of exposure to him in such a reduced environment. They hang out in his room for hours, so she was “exposed” during a lot more time than the others, and at a much closer distance.

“Please, don’t feel so bad.” Monica, standing on her knees, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How can I? You… you’re so kind, and I’m ruining your life.” He said.

“No, this is not a bad thing.” Monica said, she can’t deny it makes her feel bad to convince him this is her fault, or to make it seem as if she didn’t like the growth. She wanted this, she was thrilled by this! There was no downside on this, not to Monica, at least.

“But…” he started.

“No, no. Shh, just calm down, breathe in and breathe out.” He did as she said.

Kevin was so tense about size nowadays. Mostly because he was more than half-way down to being just three-feet-tall. And hanging out with real giantesses doesn’t make him feel any bigger than this.

“Better?” Monica asked as he was breathing.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Good, now come, come here.” Monica said as she spread her arms.

Kevin walked towards her, he knows what this means. Monica was a sweet person, and she knew there’s nothing better than a hug to make anyone feel good. At first he wanted to hug her because he could feel her big breasts pressed against him.

And knowing they were growing, those massive melons could literally swallow him between them! At first he was looking forward to this in… quite a perverted way. But Monica was so sweet and sincere, hugs meant a lot more than that.

When they hugged, when she wrapped her arms around him, it felt so tender. And not because of her enormous boobs being pressed against him. He could feel it, the care, the attention. He truly felt, even if for just a moment, that things were alright. He felt good, comforted, and relieved. Monica washed away his worries with her sweet hugs.

He didn’t feel tiny between her soft arms, it was quite the opposite way, she was the one who felt big. A large, imposing source of love, attention, a giant being who cares for you. Who listens, who understands. That’s why he became so close to her, it was easy to open up to her. And she didn’t make it about feelings or force him to talk about them, her main goal was a kind approach and to comfort him.

Monica often did this because she felt bad for tricking him, she felt as if she was using him.

Gene didn’t even need to tell her to come here more often, looking at the depressed and shy man, she felt identified. She was an introvert, she was shy, she was a little awkward. During all of her life, she just wanted someone to come and tell her things were alright, to comfort her, a hug, sometimes she just wanted a hug.

And now, thanks to Gene, Monica could be the bigger person, literally. She could come and be the one lending a helping hand, a shoulder, to try and bring a smile back to someone’s face. And this someone was Kevin.

She owes Gene a lot, the least she can do is take care of him. Gene told her Kevin doesn’t let her approach, that he often rejects her in any way possible. So, Monica will be there for the times Gene can’t.

Gene told Monica about their relationship, how she was distant and that she had lost her chance to approach him and make things right. Monica felt so sad for that, and thinking of it, an idea occurred to her. What if she could? Not replace Gene but to be that one who understands, who listens, who cares. The responsible adult who gives advice, who knows, who can give you the answers you need.

After all, Monica was 31, she has more years of experience than he does. And she knows very well what’s it like to be alone and sad.

“You… are you sure about this? I… I’m worried all of these hugs are making you grow so much.” A worried Kevin said, looking up at her in the eyes, those sweet eyes.

“Shh, it’s ok, that’s a risk I don’t mind taking.” She replied. The kindness in her eyes, the calmness in her soul he could see reflected in those big blue eyes. His lip quivered and he hid his head in her bosom, not because he wanted to touch her boobs, but because he felt he didn’t deserve a friend like her.

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here… Monica’s here for you. And I’ll be here every time you need me.” Monica’s voice soothed him.

Monica was truly kind, lying to him, but she knows what’s it like to need someone. Kevin needs someone. A role-model? A guide? Someone to talk to? It seems he really needs a mom, but Monica’s not here to play the mommy role, she’s here more as to fill the big-sis role.

To care and look for him, that’s what Gene wanted, right? Well, Monica had no idea it could feel this good to actually help someone see the light outside of the darkness. To find hope, to wash away the tears.

They will play videogames, later probably. Right now, all he needed was love, attention, care.

Carol’s been acting distant, he doesn’t want to talk to Gene, so who could fill this hole in his heart? At first, he was unsure if it was a good idea to talk to Monica, she was Gene’s friend, not someone he immediately wanted to talk to. But now, he can’t think of someone better to talk to.

And this could really piss off Carol.

—

Carol couldn’t help but to spy on them. She was as silent as an amazon her size could. She placed an ear on the door and listened.

“Feeling better?” Monica asked. Better why? Carol wondered.

“Yes… you’re… you’re so kind.” Kevin replied.

“I’ll always be as kind as you need me to.” And then Carol could hear a kiss. Monica just kissed Kevin on the top of his head, but Carol had no way to see what was going on.

Carol’s face went red and she made her way down the stairs. She was seducing him! She was kissing him! She was trying to take him! And… why was she so jealous?

Gene’s plan was working. Carol’s feeling jealous of Monica, who’s just a sweet person. So caring, but Carol thinks she’s doing something else…

What will be Carol’s next step? What will she do about this? How can she claim Kevin back? How can she take him from Monica’s hands?