A BIG Job - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Ron felt so odd, why was Gertrude so tall? Insoles? Well, when women wear heels they do look taller, but this seems far too suspicious.

This didn’t make any sense. As he followed the strangely tall, and very hot, Gertrude in his mind was unable to find a logical explanation. Her size just didn’t make sense! She was a chubby lady, now she seems to be slimming down in quite a sensuous way, good for her; but the problem is that the whole insoles thing doesn’t make sense.

Wasn’t she like… short? He would’ve guessed she was, at the very most, 5´5”. Even with heels, she’d need seven-inch heels to be as tall as him, right now she looks taller. There’s no way she can find eight-inch insoles! And even if she did, there’s no way she can disguise them in those shoes!

“I’m so glad you came here with me. I… I’ve never been here with anyone else.” Gertrude said, she slowly approached and held his hand.

The feeling, her soft hand touching his, made him quiver inside. And her sincerity, she was honest to her words. Gertrude seems like a kind woman, but she also seems shy and a bit of an introvert. Sweet but not very social. Plus, before she lost weight, she didn’t exactly seem the kind of woman everyone will pick as the next prom queen.

But that’s his point of view, his very confused point of view. Weight loss? She hasn’t lost a pound! This is all thanks to the expansion, thanks to the growth!

Even now, as he follows the taller and sexier Gertrude, he can tell she’s a lot taller than she should.

Right now, she stands at 5’11”, an inch taller than his 5’10”. As the taller woman pulls him to the nearest table, he allows himself to ignore the whole size thoughts and just enjoy the moment. To calm down and enjoy his time with the pretty lady.

Who would’ve thought he’d be having a date with a mature woman? Funny, considering Gertrude’s in her forties. He never thought he’d date someone that older than him, but it’s ok, this could be more like friends hanging out. But, then again, they had sex before, so they are more than just friends…

—

His concerns were washed away for a while. Her smile, the shine in her eyes, they had quite a lovely conversation, he felt truly happy to be with her. And then, she went ahead and ordered some coffees for them both.

“Ok, I’ll go order our stuff, just wait here, dear.” she smiled.

“Wait! I… I can order, no worries.” He said, standing up.

“Relax, it’s ok, I got it. I’ll take care of the coffee this time.” she smiled.

“But…” he started, does this mean she’ll pay? He can’t let her pay, the man’s supposed to pay, right? At least that’s the way he sees this, at a date, even as friends, the guy’s supposed to pay. Does that apply with mature women?

“Na-ah, sugar. Just sit there, I’ll take care of this. It’s fine, let me pamper you a little.” she giggled, her words making it sound like a little joke, but the true meaning was kindness.

“I… guess.” He sat back.

As he watched her leave, he couldn’t ignore how sexy she seemed from behind. Her hips swaying from one side to the other, her legs look so long and shapely.

Once again, he wondered, is she taller?

Her legs were much thicker before, right? They are still thick, but they seem longer. And she definitely stands taller too, her strides are longer than the short steps she used to give when he first met her.

There’s something wrong here, and it’s not just about her. He feels different too, and the ladies at the office. Angela was definitely taller than the rest of the ladies, but she just seemed way taller. And him, he feels different too, but not taller, but… shorter.

And now, he wonders, what about Mrs. Caswell? She’s already a tall woman, is there a chance that the tall woman got even taller? 

He swallowed, how tall was she? Is there a chance she gets taller? But this doesn’t make sense, they are all adults, adults don’t have growth spurts!

And even when they did, it’s not normal for everyone at the office to grow! Not at the same time, unless there was a cause. But then, he should grow taller, so this doesn’t make sense.

The idea of his boss getting taller made him quiver a little inside, she’ll get colossal! She’ll be more than an amazon, she’ll become a giantess!

He spend a while trying to come to a logical explanation, but it was not happening. Then Gertrude came back.

“I was not sure what type of milk you wanted, so I just picked lactose free. I think it’s sweeter, plus easier to digest.” Gertrude said as she handed him the coffee.

“Thanks.” He said, taking the cup from her hand, and also noting her hand looks as big as his.

It’s not like he envies taller women, but… this is not ok. Is this the same Gertrude? Is he actually in the same reality? This is not a dream, right?

Gertrude was smiling, sharing some time with him was so nice, with anyone actually, but she liked to give back for all he’s given to her. Size, looks, beauty! He’s given her, and not just her, but he’s given Gertrude a new beginning, the least she could do is to buy him a coffee.

But, most importantly, be a friend. To be there when he needs her, Mrs. Caswell told them this could be hard for him, aside from the tiredness, the constant growing of them could really alter his perspective of the world, and maybe make him paranoid.

That was said before he started shrinking, after that Mrs. Caswell told them he WILL be affected by this. Emotionally, psychologically, and of course physically. So he’ll need a friend, Gertrude will be that friend.

—

“Are you ok?” Gertrud asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He said, with a smile as real as he could.

Gertrude’s smile disappeared for a second, then she brought her hands to the middle of the table and took his hands into hers. “Ron, be honest with me. We… we’re friends, right?” Of all people at the office, Gertrude feels like she’s his only friend.

Miranda doesn’t even want to see him, Angela’s just using him and Mrs. Caswell… does she care for anyone? She’s his one and only friend, a true friend.

Ron looked at her with some hope in his eyes, “We are.” he replied.

Gertrude smiled, poor Ron he must be feeling so lonely. So odd, a feeling that something’s wrong and he can’t stop this. He can’t understand it. She can’t tell him the truth, for as much as she’d love to, but she can’t. He can never know the truth, and if he does, if he ever asked her, she’s supposed to deny everything. 

It seems so mean, but that’s what she must do, else… things will go wrong.  Mostly for him, that’s what Mrs. Caswell said, if the truth’s revealed, the one who’ll have it worse will be Ron…

—

Gertrude seems to truly care for him, he’d love to tell him about the whole size oddities, but she’ll think he’s crazy. So, what else is bothering him? What can he tell her? It must be something real, something that’s genuinely concerning him.

So, how about… office gossiping? Not rumors or false comments, a real office matter that concerns him. And what better than his new relationship with Angela?

Things are turning uncomfortable at the office as Angela seems to dislike him suddenly. What did he even do? This is a real concern, what did he do for Angela to ghost him? Was it because he fell asleep at her place?

She literally dropped him home that other night. Was it because she was tired of him? Maybe Ron was not showing Angela the interest she deserves? This was a good enough answer, and the more he thought about it, the better it felt.

“My… you’ll laugh about it…” he started.

“Of course not! I promise! You can tell me ANYTHING, I won’t laugh.” She grabbed his hands slightly tighter so that he felt secure with her.

“I think… Angela hates me.” He revealed.

—

This was a good idea. Gertrude immediately felt bad for him. She instantly told him she doesn’t hate him, that she’s mostly self-centered. But she would never hate him for falling asleep at her place.

That’s something everyone knows, it happened to him at the office. So he knows that, at the office, he’s the guy who falls asleep after sex. That’s well known at the small office.

This conversation went on and on about how Angela was just "casually" not talking to him because that’s the way she is. And he then asked her why she was ghosting him? Pretending she didn’t see him when he walked in, ignoring his greetings. 

If only he knew there’s a reason for it. Angela has grown too much, and now he can’t see her standing, or he’ll immediately tell there’s some size shenanigans at the office. Which makes her wonder, how long should they maintain the secret for?

Gertrude knows there’s a point when this just doesn’t make sense. If he walks out and meets a woman, let’s say 5’6”, then she’ll forever be 5´6”, but if he comes back and meets a supposedly 5´8” Miranda, one day she’ll be over six-feet tall! There’s no way they can hide the truth that far!

What were they supposed to do? To remain sitting at the office? No one can stand so that he can’t tell how tall they truly are? No way it works, people can tell other people’s size even while sitting, it’s hard for the actual Gertrude to pretend she feels the same as the 5’3” Gertrude. And she obviously stands taller, even while sitting.

It made her feel so bad being unable to confess what was really going on, but she chose to lie and keep up with this. She can’t talk about the spell and all of the size change, so… she’ll make Angela seem like an egocentric woman who’s felt superior due to her looks during her whole life. Which was true by the way.

—

They chatted for over half-an-hour about this. Gertrude seemed as sincere as she could, and Ron was as real as he could as well.

No one really suspected what was truly going on inside their minds. Both were lying, and kind of honest at the same time. Well, Ron was not dishonest, he was just hiding his true concerns, Gertrude’s the one who’s lying. But more than lying, she’s moving the chat somewhere else in order to hide the truth, which is also the same thing Ron’s doing.

In the end, things headed in a completely different direction.

yaaawnn

Ron felt a bit of slumber, it was not easy to have most of your energy drained at work. Literally drained.

“Aww, are you tired, Ron?” Gertrude asked.

“I… no, I’m not. It’s just… “ He couldn’t find an excuse.

“You know, this is a special coffee shop, they have… it’s not a thematic, but… they let you borrow a room behind the shop when you’re tired.” Gertrude said.

“A room?” This doesn’t sound as innocent as it should.

“Yes! The owner told me this was like… sleep-pods, like the ones in Japan. You can walk in, take a quick nap and rest. Customers only, of course.” She smiled.

“Ok…” this was odd.

“Come! I… I’ve never been there, but, if you’re tired, I can walk in with you, you know, to check on you and make sure you don’t fall asleep for hours.” she offered.

“But… do you think it’s a good idea?” he asked, and she immediately stood up and pulled him.

“Sure! Let’s go!” He had no chance to protest, the taller Gertrude was dragging him with ease.

Next thing he knows, a clerk of the shop gave her a key and pointed him at the back of the store.

This was so odd, a room to rest? To nap? He’s not dumb, Gertrude’s a nice lady but she can’t be so naive! This room’s for sex! Whether the manager lied to her or she’s lying to him, Ron knows there will be a lot more than just “napping” inside that room.

The question is, would it be that bad? Maybe he wants this. Gertrude looks so hot! Taller or not, she’s definitely sexy! A thick lady, with such sensuous curves, and her body is so soft. He recalls how sex was that first time, her body was so warm and so tender. To touch her was as sweet as she is. Maybe this is right, the right thing to do.

—

A moment later, they walked into the room.

He thought this place was going to immediately smack him with the scent of sex, that he was going to walk into a filthy room, dark and moisty. But he was wrong.

The room was clean, the air smelled like lemon, and… well it seems this place hasn’t been used much lately, or even ever. Maybe everyone thinks this is a room where everyone comes just to have sex, like they would do at a motel; but even there the rooms are clean, at least on the nice motels.

He was just being paranoid, who’ll walk into a coffee shop with an urge to have sex? If they wanted that, they would walk into a motel, get a room specifically for that. No one ever has thought about drinking coffee and instantly have some sex at the back of the store.

Although… the clerks could come here and have sex, a work-crush, work-lover, some work-affair, but it’ll be for the best not to think about it.

“Wow! The bed looks so comfy!” Gertrude pointed out.

“Yeah, it looks nice.” He said.

“Mhmm…” Gertrude said as she walked over it, sat over the edge and checked on the mattress. “Oh my… it’s so soft!” She smiled.

“It is?” He smiled too, his attention was mostly focused on Gertrude’s sexy ass spreading over the mattress. Her boobs were bouncing as she went up and down over the mattress.

“Yes! I think no one has ever used it… come! Why don’t you give it a try?” She asked.

Ron didn’t hesitate, he didn’t argue, he just walked towards the bed and sat next to her. 

He knows Gertrude’s a big lady, she was pretty chubby when he first met her, but things are so different now. He could’ve thought she had a big presence because of her weight, but now that she seems to be taller than him, she feels bigger due to her height.

“Nice, right?” she asked.

“Yeah…” He replied, turning at her, they were both at the same level while sitting. This was not normal, but he could focus on this or chose to ignore it.

Ron ignored this, he chose to think about something else, to distract himself. So, he approached Gertrude.

He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, aiming for hers. In the hopes that she’ll feel the same. There’s something about her that pulls him, that thrills him. Her body, her kindness, she was attracting him like a magnet.

Gertrude’s eyes went wide, kissing? He wants a kiss? No, she invited him to a bed, she sat and asked him to come, she knows where this will end.

Gertrude closed her eyes and accepted his kiss, their lips met and soon they were dancing over each other’s.

The passion could be felt, it had a particular scent that could be smelled in the air, it was not something you could immediately differentiate, but it was definitely there.

Soon, his hands reached for her chest, and she pressed forwards. Her boobs were so big, so soft, like majestic cushions on his hands.

She felt hot, she felt the passion, she wanted him. As bad as he wants her, or maybe not, Ron’s into them as bad as he could, he loves them, he lusts for them, they are his desire. Whoever of them he meets, whoever he’s with, all it takes is a kiss and he’ll melt in their hands.

—

the lights were off, his eyes were closed, but he was not sleeping.

He was lying, not in bed but over Gertrude. Her body was so soft, her thighs were so thick. And her legs felt so long, she’s taller, she’s definitely taller! But this is not a moment to be paranoid, not a moment to panic, this is a time to enjoy.

To enjoy the softness of her skin, the plumpness of her body, her soft flesh, the warmth of her body.

Passion overtook him, desire filled him and lust drove him wild! He wanted her, to touch her, to feel her, Ron wanted to sense every inch of hers, he wanted his body to melt with hers, he wanted to take but he also wanted to give.

and to give was exactly what he was going to do.

Ron kept going, he kept thrusting his hips against her crotch in the hopes that he’ll reach the ultimate climax and sate his desire. All his body needs is some vitamin G, Gertrude.

The feeling was mutual, but instead of feeling a need to get wild, Gertrude had a feeling that something was coming. Size, her body knew exactly what was going to happen after sex, and so did her mind.

This was something she was advice not to do, to avoid! But it all happened so fast.

Before she knew it, he was naked, and then she did the same, stripping her body down to her sensuous nakedness. The sight of her body, firmer and more elegant, it thrilled her a little.

But the most thrilling of this all will be when the size-change takes place…