Assistant...? - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Gene knew there was a need to put some effort into her. From afar, she can already tell a few things about Monica, number one fashion’s not her friend.

She was sitting there, wearing a sweater even when they are above ninety degrees out here, wearing cargo pants and shoes that didn’t match. Her pants are pink and her shoes are green. A very odd combination, plus her sweater’s yellow, a very bright one.

Gene took a deep breath and walked towards her. This was Monica, right? What did she tell her? She’ll wear yellow? She read something like that. Plus, she’s the only one sitting there so…

“Monica?” Came a voice from behind her.

Monica was sitting there, wondering what would be a better snack, a slice of pie or a cupcake. However, the light was suddenly eclipsed. It was funny because the weather said it’ll be sunny, however, it was no cloud but an enormous woman.

“Yes...?” She turned, only to get dumbfounded by the striking looks of such a big woman. Gene was huge!!!

“Hi, dear. I’m Genevieve, but you can call me Gene.” She adored it, to make people mind’s blow just by showing up. Whether it was because of her beauty, her clothes or height, she adored the striking impression; but it was often because of the size.

“I… I… I…” she had no idea what to say.

Gene just smiled and took a sit, putting two chairs together to accommodate her enormous butt.

As soon as Monica could regain her breath, she began bombing Gene with comments and questions.

“Oh my! You’re much taller in person! I knew you were bigger, I MEAN! Taller…” She said, looking way up at the giantess.

“I get that a lot.” Gene smiled.

“Sorry, it’s just… WOW!” she almost yelled, “You’re… you’re here! I was wondering if I had been catfished, but it’s really you!!!” Monica’s a fan, she can tell.

“Yes, it’s me, the one and only. In all of my… statuesque glory.” Gene said, complimenting herself.

“I… I,” she made a pause to use her inhaler. “Sorry, you really can take someone’s breath away, heh.” Monica added.

“I sure can. More nowadays. You know, I was afraid of my golden days being over, but it seems I just… found the way to get back to them.” Gene added.

It was obvious that Monica was a fan, and also a bit of a mess. But Gene doesn’t mind sparing some time to help this lady become prettier, sophisticated and… the perfect rival for Carol. Soon, Monica will be a bombshell, she’s certain. But before anything else, let’s get to know her.

“So, dear, let’s talk, why don’t we get to know each other? I read your message, and I truly felt bad.” Gene said, pretending she was not going to use her, but hey, Monica can get an immense benefit out of this.

“I… I didn’t mean to sound like such a loser, it’s just… you’re so amazing, so gorgeous! I just… I thought I could ask, you know, one never loses anything by asking. You’re my role model! Even if… if I don’t dress like you, or try to look like you. I’m a huge fan! I’m just… not fit to be a model, or an actress, or… pretty.” Monica sounded so sad.

“Aww, dear, but you’re gorgeous!” Gene said, trying to cheer her up.

“You think so?!” A compliment from her idol? Her heart stopped.

“I do, you’ve got a pretty face.” She meant that, “You’re just… in need of some advice.” An urgent need.

“Sorry, I know I dress in… colorful ways. But that’s just to call for the guys, you know, to stand out.” Monica explained.

“Yeah, but you should not try that hard, I mean… don’t you think the sweater’s a little… too much?” Gene asked.

“Well, that’s because… between you and me, I’ve gained weight.” Monica said.

“Well, you got a few more curves, that doesn’t mean you need to hide your body beneath a thick sweater, besides, it’s hot out here, don’t you think?” Gene asked.

“Well… more than a few, I’d say I’ve gained about forty-pounds… this year. And I haven’t got time for shopping so… my baggy winter clothes are all that fit, without me exposing my belly, of course.” Gene smiled. There’s no way Kevin will set his eyes on a lady like her, but she can fix that.

“Listen, I think I know a way to fix all your… issues. But, before we get to the real conversation, would you like to have something to eat? My treat.” Gene offered.

“Thank you, but I…” Monica asked.

“Oh, please, I insist, pick anything you like, and don’t be afraid to ask for more.” Gene added.

“Are you sure? I’ve been… eating a lot lately.” Monica shyly said.

“Please, dear, there’s no way you can eat more than me. I’m a BIG lady, besides, I’m the one who can’t fit into just one chair.” Gene giggled.

She wasn’t lying, but Gene was not a fat woman. Monica could tell she carried all of her weight perfectly distributed in her tall body. A true amazon, a real life giantess. With such curves, Monica was wondering if her boobs are bigger than her belly.

“Haha, right… you’re funny, G-Gene.” Monica struggled a little to call her by her name, but Gene gave her permission. “If you insist, I’ll place an order. Anything you like?” Monica asked.

“Well, I’m not hungry so… bring me the biggest coffee they have, lots of cream and milk. Oh, and how about a dozen cupcakes? Four chocolate, Four blueberry and four with… meh, surprise me. And you can order anything you want for you, ok?” Gene said as she tried to read the menu she could see from across the windows.

“Oh… ok.” Monica’s eyes went wide, all that? And that’s not being hungry? Wow, simply amazing! She’d love to eat all that and have Gene’s figure.

She’s do anything to stuff her face as much as she likes and for it all to go to her boobs and ass. But that can’t be as easy. Gene must work a hell lot at the gym, she must consume a ton of calories just because of her size. Or she must diet, she can’t eat that way every day on every meal.

It must be harder than it looks, a pill can’t fix all that, right?

—

After some chatting, and half-a-dozen cupcakes, Monica thought that maybe she doesn’t deserve all of her help.

“Listen, I know I’m asking for a lot. You seem like a kind woman, you’re even more amazing that anything I imagined, but I think I need too much effort.” 

“Aww, honey, why would you say that?” She does, but Gene can fix that very quickly. The last thing she needs is for her to try and back up, she needs her! She’s kind and seems to be easy to use, not meaning she’ll manipulate her too much but she’d prefer someone who’s willing to do what she says with a smile on her face.

“I don’t think I could ever resemble someone like you. First, I’d need to go on a diet, just to fit on the clothes someone like you would wear, and then… I don’t know if someone like me is meant for, you know, the looks you have, even if we do a huge make-over I know I’ll be back to the same nerdy girl. I…” Poor Monica, she really doesn’t have any esteem for herself, or at least not much hope.

Before she continued, Gene extended her arm towards her, taking her hands into hers. Her huge hands embracing hers. “Monica, dear, don’t give up before we even start. This is much easier than you think.”

“It is?” Monica asked.

“Mhmm, and I can help you with all that. It’s simple, the change is the easiest part. What will be hard is… well, to adapt to it.” Gene added.

“Adapting to what exactly?” Monica asked.

“Well, you asked me if I had grown, which is obviously the case, don’t you wanna know how I did it? I wouldn’t mind sharing my secret with you. Who knows, maybe you can become my protegee?” Gene offered.

“Wait! You’re willing to share the secret of… your size?” Monica asked.

“I am.” Gene said.

“No way! And… will I get as big as you?” Monica asked.

“Oh, no dear. You can’t get bigger than me, but I promise you everyone else will be looking up at you. I suppose you think 5´9” ladies are tall, right? Well, how about looking down at them as if they were four-foot-nothing?” Gene offered.

Monica was speechless. This is exactly what she wanted!

For a moment, Monica tried to picture her life as a taller woman. Right now she was not very tall, and being a little chubby only makes her feel shorter, and too thick. But that could change!

Gene will be her guide, her master, her idol will take her beneath her wing! Just as she wanted! But this was just too good to be true! Why? Why her?

“I really appreciate the offer, but… why? I mean, I’m just a random fan.” Monica said.

“Well, just think about this as my way to give back for all everyone has given to me. And you’re the lucky one.” she winked at her.

“Amazing! You’re amazing! I… is there anything I can do to pay you back? I mean, I don’t have much money, but… labor? Maybe I can paint your house for free? Do your laundry? Just name it! I’ll even cook for you! I don’t mean it as an insult but I’m sure a lady your… size, eats a lot.” Monica said.

“No need, although… no, nevermind” Gene dropped the bait, was she going to take it?

“NO! Say it! I don’t mind giving back, for all you’re willing to do for me, I need… I need to give back, or I’ll feel terrible. Please, don’t hesitate to ask.” Monica took the bait, she was kind indeed.

“Well, it’s not much of a favor to me, more like for… my son. Kevin, he’s stuck at home due to some… condition. You see, he’s shrinking.” Gene said.

“Oh my! That’s terrible! H-how? Can’t… but you found a way to grow, right? Can’t that help him?” Well, Gene said she knew how to grow. Time to use her acting skills and lies to get out of this.

“Initially, this was the main reason, but it seems they only work on women. He’s… still stuck shrinking. And he feels so down for this. So sad.” Gene said.

“Poor guy.” Monica said.

“I hired someone, to keep him company, but things haven’t work out as well as I wanted.” Gene said.

“Do you need me to take their place?” Monica asked.

“Oh, no. Kevin insisted she does a good job, it’s just… I think he fell in love with her, but she’s not, you know, interested. I just don’t want him to get depressed. I was wondering if you could… be friends with him? He has no one, none other than the lady I hired, but like I said… their relationship is complicated.” Gene said.

“Of course! I can be friends with him, if he doesn’t mind a nerdy girl like me.” Monica giggled.

“Oh no, don’t worry. But I promise you, you won’t be looking nerdy at all for much.” Gene said.

The deal was done. The only thing Gene asked Monica for was not to mention anything about the growing or shrinking, it could really hurt him. 

Monica agreed, with no problem. Now, Gene has exactly what she needs, a lady willing to come here and make Carol jealous. Of course, there’s no way Carol can feel jealous at all right now, but soon, she will.

Gene only has a few questions, what to do? Should she make Monica super tall now? Or make her grow slowly as she’s “exposed” to Kevin? To make this make more sense for the growth and shrinking transfer disease he has. Well, that he “has”.

Maybe the second option was a better one. Now, let’s help Monica grow into the nearest foot-mark. She needs to shape up and grow a little curvier in the right places if she wants to catch Kevin’s eye.

“So, uhm… you mentioned something about needing to “adapt” to what exactly do I need to adapt? This won’t hurt, right?” Monica asked, a little concerned.

“Oh, dear. Of course not! You only have to drink a few pills. No, I meant you need to adapt to your new size, you know, bigger clothes, not to hit your head with the door frame, stuff like that. Looking down at others as if they were tiny people.” Gene added.

“Ok, I was just asking… and, just another silly question, hehe. How big will I get?” Monica said.

“As big as you wish, but I must warn you, once you start, you might never want to stop…” that was true, even now Gene feels like growing a little more…

—

Back to Carol, she was wondering if the whole shrinking should stop, Kevin seems to have changed. At least he’s not that much of a jerk now, but he seems to be depressed. That was not the goal, the plan was for him not to be such a jerk, but this! She even feels pity on him, something she was not expecting.

But what can she do? Walk around the house in underwear and see if her exposed ass changes his mood? No way. She can’t chat with him because he wants to be alone, what can she do? Maybe this was a very drastic decision?

“Gene, can we talk about the pills? I think Kevin has learned his lesson, should we stop the shrinking?” She texted, in the hopes for some advice.

It took Gene a while, but she replied.

“Stop? Well, if he stops shrinking then we must stop growing. It’s all linked, at least he thinks so. Are you willing to stop growing? Because I don’t. If you can find a way to explain that he stops shrinking but we don’t stop growing, then you can tell him.” Gene was right, can they find a way to explain that?” Gene was not going to like the idea, she knew that.

So, what to do? Well, to slow the shrinking as much as she could… 

This was a revelation to her, Carol thought Kevin was just a huge jerk who deserves anything that’s coming to him. Any punishment, any pain, any way to put his feet back on the ground and show him that nothing’s written. To show him he should change and not be such an asshole. But he’s changed.

Or maybe she has? To live with him, to spend more time with him, has she learned to accept him? There’s no denial that he has changed, but he has changed too much, to the point where she’s worried for him. So depressed, so sad, he has lost his will to wake up every day.

On the other hand, Carol can see some different colors in Gene. Does she not care? Or does she only care about her growth? Maybe Kevin had his reasons to act this way around her, maybe she has always been this way, only caring about herself.

It seems Gene only wants to grow, the more the better. Was she now addicted to it? Was her judgement not as good as it used to be? Maybe she’s greedy, is that what’s going on? Has she become too greedy to see the truth? 

Maybe she needs to discuss this with Gene, personally, to open her eyes to reality. Which might be hard…

—

For the first time, Gene didn’t come on Friday. She skipped her weekly visit. Why? Was she busy? Carol didn’t even ask her, maybe she had another project in hand? Another movie? A sesies? Not quite, but it was definitely a project.

During these two weeks without Gene, Carol could see the evolution on Kevin. to keep losing size was not good for him, or maybe it was the isolation? To be stuck at home, shrinking, trapped between walls that just seem to rise higher and higher.

As she said, she stopped his shrinking as much as she could, bringing him down to 3´7”, and just to make this believable, she grew up to 6´11”. Not because she wanted to, but to keep this story as straight as it could be, to make the lie they told him more believable.

“Almost seven-feet-tall…” Kevin said, looking at the mark on the wall. Feeling so tiny, so insignificant, and at the same time teased.

Teased by the size of the amazon, teased by her body, by the way she seems more curvaceous, how her boobs seem to grow, her butt seems to expand. She hasn’t noticed, but he’s horny every now and then, too sad to bring it up but he is.

“Yes, 6´11”, I… I hope you don’t think that’s too, you know, intimidating.” She said.

“No, why would I? At least one of us should be happy about their size. And it’s not me, not the insignificant guy…” he whispered.

Carol was tired of this, she needs to speak, if not speak the whole truth at least she can say a few words.

“Listen, you’re not insignificant, you’re just… ill. Your size doesn’t define the man you are, not your height, not your muscles, it’s all here…” she pointed straight at his chest, at his heart, with her long finger.

“You think so?” he asked.

“I do.” She nodded.

“And… do you think a man my size can find love?” he asked.

“Well… why not?” she said.

“Do you think…” You can love me? Those were the words that needed to end the sentence, but the doorbell rang.

“Sorry, I’ll get that.” She knew where he was going, thankfully someone rang the bell…