What's More Convenient? - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Kyle was concerned, but he could already see this one coming.

Dr. Monroe had just asked him to make her taller. Why? He doesn´t really care for her reasons, all he wanted was to get in and get out quick, but he knew there was going to be some bump in the middle of his road.

He was standing in between both women. Feeling tiny in comparison. Next to Mrs. Sinclair, he felt tiny. The 6´8” woman is a complete amazon compared to his 5´6” height. And height was not the only thing, her thick body, her curves, they make her larger in size, a lot bigger than him.

But there was something else, someone else. Dr. Monroe. Felicia Monroe, a woman that´s average, even next to her, he feels short! This was absurd, he knows she´s not so tall, 5´7”, without the heels. But even if she was 5´9”, he wouldn´t admit she´s tall.

This was annoying, even when, at his original 5´11”, he would´ve been taller than her, Kyle would´ve still been too close to her height. Making him wonder how tall she is in comparison to him. But his new reality is different. Now, it´s a must to know how tall she is. Probably barely taller than him, but that´s about to change.

“So, how tall do you want to be? I´ll warn you, you can´t get this tall in one go.” Mrs. Sinclair said. She was worried Dr. Monroe wanted to reach her size, or even surpass her!

This was, of course, jealousy. Why would she be as tall as she is? What will Mrs. Sinclair brag about next time they meet? How is she going to feel superior?

“Don´t worry, I don´t want to be as tall. You know, you´re on the right size for people to come and ask you if you play basketball.” Dr. Monroe chuckled, teasing her friend.

“Haha, very funny.” Mrs. Sinclair replied sarcastically. “I bet you´re about to start with your “how´s the weather up there…” kind of shit.” she crossed her arms beneath her bosom.

“Not at all. Now, I don´t mean to be so tall, but I´d still like to find a right size to know I´m taller, but still fit into some of my clothes. I bet there´s a huge inconvenient with all of the weight gain, right?” Once again, Dr. Monroe teased her friend.

“Excuse me? Weight gain? Honey, don´t you see this body? I´m hotter than ever!” Mrs. Sinclair argued.

Kyle was a bit worried, were these two about to make a scene? It doesn´t seem like Mrs. Sinclair likes Dr. Monroe´s comments that much. Hopefully, the teasing won´t go too far.

“I´ve noticed someone struggles to fit into chairs…” Dr. Monroe teased.

Mrs. Sinclair was smiling, but that was the smile of someone who´s trying to hold themselves back. To resist the urge to yell, to scream, to fall over someone like a brick wall.

“Whatever, can we just move on to your… your growth.” Mrs. Sinclair was mad, and really upset about not being able to say a thing to Felicia.

She knows her very well, she´s a smart lady. Whatever she says, Felicia will come up with an answer, and she´ll make her look bad in the process. At least she didn´t ask her how much she weighs. Now, her only solution was to turn the attention somewhere else. Towards Kyle.

“Now, Kyle, why won´t you give me a hand here.” Dr. Monroe said, taking a step towards him.

He turned up at her, he hated to know he had to look up at someone her size. It was a hit of reality to know he was so much shorter.

“Sure… with?” He had no idea what exactly she was asking.

“With my size, of course. What do you think would be a good size? Hmm? I´m 5´7”, but I don´t think just an inch or two would be much noticeable.” She started.

“Oh, ok…” It was not pleasant to have all eyes on him, with his boss looking at him from the corner of the room, frowning as a result of her friend´s teasing. And the doctor´s eyes, she was looking at him as if she was trying to analyze him. To try and see if she could find something odd in him.

She seemed to be looking for something in particular. And he thought, was she wondering if he had some size fetish? If he was into taller women? If this would turn him on?

“What size do you think would be more attractive? Hmm? Maybe, how tall are the women you like?” Dr. Monroe added while he was thinking.

That just confirmed what he was thinking. She wants to know if he´s aroused by taller women, or she´s trying to seduce him. Which wouldn´t be the case, he´s shorter than her. Unless she likes shorter men, he´s not her type.

He gave it some thought, and all the time he took only made his boss mad.

“For fucks sake, Kyle, just give her a damn number!” It´s only been a minute, why was she so mad?

“Well, someone´s cranky. What´s the matter? Are you bored, Tina?” Dr. Monroe asked.

“I´m not! It´s just so annoying how the two of you can´t say a freakin´ size. Just pick a height, any! Whatever above 5´9” will do to her.” Whatever?

Well, if all answers are right, how about going for a round number?

“How about… six? Six-feet-tall?” He said.

“Sure, whatever.” Mrs. Sinclair replied.

“Hmm,” Dr. Monroe drove a finger to her chin and began to wonder. “That´s five-inches. Do you think I´ll look better that tall?” she asked.

“I… sure! I´m sure you would.” He nodded.

“Very well! Now, how does this work? Do I need to touch you? Are there some secret words? A dance, maybe?” Dr. Monroe asked.

“No, don´t be silly. This is not a ritual. Kyle, just tell her how tall she is.” Mrs. Sinclair said.

Dr. Monroe turned at him, she blinked a couple of times, wondering if this was just as easy as that. Him, on the other hand, felt a bit unsettled. But he´d done this so many times already, why was he worried? His only “issue”, if we can call it that way, was how to say it. Which words to use and how to say it.

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“You… Dr. Monroe, you´re six-feet-tall.” He tried to make it seem as if he was impressed. He even considered saying it as a question. Are you unaware you´re 6´? But he was too tired for that.

“That´s it?” She asked, and suddenly, she could feel it, the growth!

Dr. Monroe could feel the expansion on her body. Like a tingle, at first, as if some mechanism or button has been turned on. She could feel the change on her clothes. A tightness on them.

Soon, her bosom began to expand, her butt felt bigger. And her thighs, they were swelling!

Kyle had a different perspective. To him, she was becoming prettier. Her long hair, shinier and thicker than before. Her lips seemed a bit fuller and her eyes acquired a new glow. Her skin seemed so smooth, so soft, but that was not it.

As she went on, her face distanced from him. Rising higher and higher. Not just three-inches above him, but four, five, six! She kicked off her shoes since they were so tight, but she covered the lost height within a moment.

Dr. Monroe finally settled on her new height, she was now a 6´ woman. Six-inches taller than him, but still a lot shorter than Mrs. Sinclair. Yet, she was an amazon to him!

“Wow! I feel… taller.” She said.

“Yes, and, oh my, your butt´s HUGE.” Mrs. Sinclair said, not wasting this chance to tease her.

“Huh?” Dr. Monroe said, pulling her gown away and discovering her butt. She was right, her butt´s huge! Bigger, rounder, fleshier! “You´re right! It´s bigger! But it still fits on chairs.” she said while turning at Mrs. Sinclair with an arrogant smile.

Mrs. Sinclair sighed and just turned away.

“This works… I´m amazed. I really thought you were joking, but… how?” She was a doctor, it´s natural that she´ll have questions.

And she had many! What was it? Why? How could he do this with just words? Something in the air? An enzyme? A virus? No way, there would be no need to speak. Bacteria released at will? Not likely unless he was some sort of experiment.

“Hmmm…” Dr. Monroe said, turning at him as if she was searching for something.

“Ok, you saw how it works, now can we…” Mrs. Sinclair started, but she was quickly interrupted by Dr. Monroe.

“Hold on, there´s a few more things I´d like to try. You said this only works with height, right?” She asked.

“Yes, height, he made you taller, can´t you see?” Mrs. Sinclair complaint.

“I do, but that doesn´t explain all of the other growth. I honestly thought that only my skeleton was going to enlarge, but it was not like that. Muscle, cartilage, organs, all of my body has expanded! And, let me tell you, it seems my curves have enlarged the most.” Why? Why would she grow this way? 

It was some sort of hourglass expansion, bimbofication, beautification and thickening. She felt taller, but curvier as well. Where does this mass come from? How?

“Are you seriously upset you´re sexier? Honey, you look like ten years younger, plus a killing figure, you should not make questions. Just say thank you.” Mrs. Sinclair said.

“Just thank you? Oh no, this is amazing! Unique! I… I need to run a few more tests. How about…” she started as she turned at Kyle. “Can you do different things?” she asked.

“Different… how?” What was on her mind?

“I don´t know, not about height alone… how about… I got it! Try this, say my butt´s HUGE! That it´s bigger! You have to say it for it to happen, right?” He nodded.

Was she actually asking for that? Well, why would he refuse. It wouldn´t be a bad idea to see her ass bursting out of her clothes.

“Oh, uhm… your butt´s HUGE! It´s so much larger than just a second ago!” He pretended, but he really wanted to see it.

They all waited for a second, maybe there was a chance. But when nothing happened, Dr. Monroe noted that.

“Ok, no change on a specific part. But I got taller… maybe, body types? Now, Kyle, please say… that I´m fat.”

“Huh?” Kyle was confused.

“Ha! Now you want to be fat? Where´s the lady that counted her calories back at college?” Mrs. Sinclair joked.

“It´s for science! Plus, even if I gained weight, I can burn it off. A diet and exercise is all I´d need. But, to be more precise, just as you were with height, say it with numbers. Say… say I gained fifty-pounds! I think we´d all see the difference.” She really wanted to test this.

“Fine, uhm… you seem to have gained fifty-pounds.” He said.

Mrs. Sinclair just turned away, she had her theories about this, but she was certain that this is not how it works. If it ain´t broken, then don´t fix it. There´s no need to find more ways to grow if you have already found the right one. But Dr. Monroe´s different, she always wants to understand as much as possible, to study everything as far as she can.

It was obvious it wouldn´t work, so when things stayed the same, Mrs. Sinclair spoke.

“Dear, there´s no use on all of these trials. If you want to be taller, just ask him to make you taller. Other than that, there´s nothing he can help you with.” She could confirm it, now she can say they´ve tried.

“I don´t know… is there really nothing more he can do? Nothing more you can do?” she turned at him to ask.

He opened his mouth, he was about to say something, but he was rapidly interrupted by the boss.

“For you? No. He can only make you taller, and make himself shorter. Although, there´s no need for him to say it, you could say he´s shorter and he´ll get shorter.” Mrs. Sinclair said, and to those words, Kyle´s eyes opened widely.

“Is that so?” Dr. Monroe asked, now looking directly at him as if he was a test subject.

No! She wants to try as many things as she can, she´s going to shrink him!

Kyle thought this was going to be quick and easy, but this has gone too far! Now, in the name of science, Dr. Monroe is going to shrink him!

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This was bad, and to make things worse, Mrs. Sinclair just told her how to!

It´s simple, it´s like the opposite. He can make you grow by saying it, and you can make him shrink. He thought Mrs. Sinclair was going to keep that as a secret, but the words just slipped out of her tongue.

Unless she doesn´t really care and just wanted to get this over with by moving to the next thing.

“I can shrink him?” Dr. Monroe asked. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted to!

“Yes, just say something about his size, say he´s shorter, and he´ll shrink. That´s how it works. Why? I don´t know. And what will you win by making him shorter? I don´t care. But if that guarantees you´ll shut up and stop wasting our time, then knock yourself up.” That was a rude way to say it, and to think they are friends, but he was not listening.

Kyle was frozen, was he about to lose more height? He doesn´t want to!

“How tall are you?”  Dr. Monroe asked.

Should he lie? Aim higher so that she makes a mistake and costs him no size?

Before he could say a word, she spoke. “Oh, 5´6”, right, we measured you earlier.” Oh no… he´s lost.

How small will she make him? how bad will this be? Is there going to be an end for this? Will this go on forever?

He can already picture himself, in a mouse's cage, kept as a test subject for Dr. Monroe. She´ll write down her notes as she analyzes the tiny Kyle, trapped on the cage.

A giantess, but only for him. In reality, she´d still be 6´, it´s him who´ll be four-inches or shorter. Trapped, studied, lonely.

“I don´t think you like the idea, do you?” Dr. Monroe said. “I can see you´re worried, I´m sure you don´t like to shrink. And, knowing Tina, I´m sure she´s taken some inches away from you already, am I wrong?” she said, turning her eyes to the side and waiting for Mrs. Sinclair´s reply.

“What? How do you think I figured that out?” she replied.

“She´s mean.” Dr. Monroe said to Kyle. “I´d like to do this last test, but I´d also like you to feel comfortable with it. As a favor, do you mind? Just tell me how much I can take.” this might be the first time someone asks, and most likely, it´ll be the last.

Kyle took a deep breath, she was kind enough to ask. And he´s worried she´ll still try even if he says no. He´ll settle the number, as low as he can think.

“Only because you… you were polite when asking.” He started. “If you really need to, I guess… you can take an inch. No more! I´ll grant you one-inch.” he said.

“And I appreciate that. Now, Kyle, I´ll take that inch from you and make you 5´5”.” That almost sounds as if she was crowning him or giving him a noble title.

It felt odd, as always, but he was used to the feeling. He could feel that inch, escaping him, and now, he knows he´s 5´5”.

“I think it worked.” Dr. Monroe said.

“It did…” he replied. Not feeling happy, but at least he was thankful she asked and that it was just an inch.

“Ok, you´ve grown and shrank him, can we move on?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.

“Sure, I think the blood´s sample is ready by now. Let´s head back to my office, just a final measure and you´re good to go.” Dr. Monroe added.

“Why do you need to measure him again?” Mrs. Sinclair complaint.

“Just to be sure, measurements must be taken accurately. Besides, now that he´s 5´5”, we need to change that on the papers I´ve filled out already.” Dr. Monroe replied.

“Fine, I guess…”

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All three of them walked back to the office. Kyle was not precisely happy, but this was one of those things that need to be done, and once they are done, one less problem. Right?

“Hey, Kyle. If you have some free time later, do you mind coming back?” Dr. Monroe asked.

At first, he had no idea, but then, an idea came to mind. Does she like him? Is this an invitation for some future fun? There´s no ring in her finger, maybe she wants some action…

“I´d like to know if we can run more tests. Maybe if we put some electrodes on your head…” Dr. Monroe started.

“Hahaha! You want him to be your little lab-rat, don´t you? Sorry, but he´s mine to have fun with, and you know how I hate sharing my toys.” Toy? At first it seemed like she would care, but toy?

Is he a mere object? Dr. Monroe seems kind, unlike Mrs. Sinclair, who always seems to do what´s best for her.

“He won´t be a lab-rat! I just…” Dr. Monroe started.

“You just want to connect him to a machine and study him, sorry, but that´s a no.” Mrs. Sinclair added.

“It´s not like he´s yours, you know. He´s free to do what he pleases out of the office.” Dr. Monroe added.

Kyle just watched as both amazons argued. Their sexy butts swaying from side to side as they shared some words. This time, Mrs. Sinclair seems to have the upper hand, he can see a slightly arrogant smile on her face.

“As his boss, I´ll look for his best interests. And I have no idea what you´ll do to him here, afraid you´ll damage him, I´ll have to say no.” She replied.

“Come on, don´t be selfish! Do you have any idea of the potential? What if he can cure diseases? If he can rejuvenate, do you have an idea of all the things he can do?” that´s a part of the spell, beautification, but to Dr. Monroe, it´s a medical miracle.

“Sorry,” Mrs. Sinclair stopped, turned at Dr. Monroe and walked towards Kyle.

He froze for a second as the amazon stopped next to him and placed her hand over his shoulder.

“But I´m taking care of him.” That does sound better, kind even. Was she? He turned at her, in the hopes she was being gentle, but he was mistaken. “As his boss-mommy, I won´t let you play with him. Right, dear? Don´t worry, mommy won´t let the crazy doctor put her claws on you…” she teased him again. Was she just taking this as an opportunity to humiliate him? She doesn´t even mean it as a way to care!

 This is annoying, but Mrs. Sinclair´s not completely wrong. He barely knows Dr. Monroe, it´ll be better not to come here so that she can have a full pass on those trials.

He´s not ill, he´s not a tool, he´s a cursed man. At least he knows that, as long as he doesn´t make Mrs. Sinclair mad, there will be no shrinking. But he ignores what Dr. Monroe could do in the “name of science”.

As it´s been said, he´s not a lab-rat. And, hopefully, he can stay away from shrinking for some time. hopefully…