A BIG Job - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ron was so confused, on his way to his apartment, he tried to find an explanation for it.

Miranda and Gertrude were talking about growth? About getting taller? Was that possible? Could they actually grow? Miranda´s relatively young, about his age, in her mid-twenties, but Gertrude? She´s a mature woman.

He could recall a few videos he saw as he scrolled through his social media. Exercises, techniques meant for growth, the kind of growth they were talking about.

A way of stretching your spine, a way to reach your full height potential, as they said. Ways that promised changes, and even if they were not as much as they advertised, they could still make a difference.

So, if they offer a growth of four to six-inches, what if it´s just not that effective? These are adults we´re talking about, adult women, there´s no way they could pull out such a spurt in height.

Still, they mentioned one inch. A single inch difference. Maybe if they found a way to decompress their spines, that could be possible. A fair explanation, a logical one.

But things didn’t seem that way, their chat was not much about something that was already over, but about something that was still happening. Meaning, they would still grow.

Ron tried to think on an explanation, he tried to find an answer. But this was hard.

He felt tired, even when he tried to gather all the information in his mind, he soon met a feeling of tiredness. He yawned, and his mind was driven into his bed, a constant flow of thoughts on how soft, how warm, and how relaxing it´ll be to be at his bed right now.

To close his eyes, breathe in and out, taking deep breaths. Feeling relaxed as he allows his mind to rest. As he allows himself to chill and, surely, take a nap.

This has become a bit of an issue, or a habit. A habit that´s growing on him, but it´s not quite as productive as it should.

Sleeping is not something that bad, not a habit like smoking or drinking, it´s not vicious. However, oversleeping, that´s often related to laziness. Now, he´s never been that much of a sleeper, never been into taking naps or long nights of sleep. In fact, it was kind of the other way around.

But he had a question, could this be his own body reacting to all the lack of sleep he´s been through? Maybe he needed to catch up for all those nights when he slept six, five or even four hours. Sometimes none!

Could this be a natural response? Does his body really need to recover all that rest?

It´s not like he´s working too much, or having such an intense, tiring daily routine. People who work-out a lot, or have highly demanding jobs, physically speaking, require a better rest. But he spends most of his day sitting in front of a computer.

Even if thinking does burn some calories, it´s not close to the amount of calories running would, or even walking, as long as you give enough steps.

So what was it? Why was he so tired most of the time? And it was always after a day of work.

His job wasn´t so demanding, it wasn´t anything uncommon. There was definitely something going on. Could it be somehow related to the growing of the ladies?

And could that growth be affecting everyone at the office? How about him? Maybe he was growing too? He needed to know, worried if there might be something radioactive at the office. Something dangerous!

There was a problem, a major issue that affected this search for an answer. Sleep.

As soon as he got home, he decided to rest his head, to lie down and meditate about this. And, the moment his head landed on a cushioning surface, he closed his eyes. Instead of using this time to think, he fell asleep.

Was this convenient? This way, he won´t be finding an answer in the near future. All he´d do would be sleeping, working and eating, plus showers and other things. He didn´t even had a chance to measure himself.

Was he still 6´? 6´1”? Could the growth they were talking about be faster on men?

So many questions, and he didn´t have a chance to answer any.

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The week was awful when finding answers. As soon as he woke up, it was getting late for work! He could only rush to the shower, have some rushed breakfast, and head to the office.

His main worry in the morning was not to check on his height, but to make sure he didn´t get fired.

There were some nice perks about working at that office, the schedule, the pay, the free days per week. Which he really needs since he´s so tired.

One would think that, with a schedule as his, he´d have enough time to get things done. But it wasn´t that way.

All he did at his apartment was sleeping. And not like he only got there specifically to sleep, as those people who work all day. He spent hours and hours sleeping. His eight-hour sleep was about a twelve-hour sleep? Sixteen-hour sleep? And some days, twenty-hour sleep?

This was worrying! Preoccupying! He should see a doctor! But, once again, he was too tired to schedule an appointment. And, chances are, even if he made it to the clinic, he might end up falling asleep on the waiting room, and losing his appointment. Rescheduling would only be a waste of time.

There were so many things he had to do. Laundry, cleaning, groceries shopping. Good thing he wasn´t eating that much, in fact, he was skipping a meal per day. Breakfast, lunch at the office, and no dinner.

Maybe there was a lack of energy in his body because he was eating too little? He needed to make some arrangements in his life, and soon!

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Everyone at the office was keeping an eye on him. Not saying much, at least not while he was there. But everyone was aware that he might know what´s going on. Everyone was suspicious that he might figure things out and ruin their plans.

Well, everyone but Mrs. Caswell. She knew very well that things were working out just as fine. No reason why anyone should panic. In fact, not even a reason why she should talk to him.

She knows how his days are, the fact that he´s got so many days off, that´s no casualty, she knows what he´s going through, she knows how tired he feels. That he barely makes it through the day without falling asleep on his desk.

She didn´t hire him because of his performance, or his curriculum, not even because she liked him. All she needed was a man at the office. He was amongst the few men who applied for this job, but he seemed more qualified for this than any others. And she wasn´t based on experience or working skills.

Maybe he´s not as productive as the others. Maybe he works less hours. Perhaps, things are a bit off-schedule with his job and the frequency in which he delivers those projects he´s assigned. But there was no problem with that.

He was not to be a model employee, not even an average one, Ron was there to deliver something else. His tasks, the real ones, he was unaware of them. He was doing them just by being at the office. If he gets so many days off, it was because he needed that rest. Still, that makes him barely functional around here.

What exactly was going on? What was his real purpose? Was it dangerous? Was it going to hurt him?

Not quite, this was safe. Aside of the abnormal tiredness and all those hours of sleep, he felt fine. Not even hungry, and he was skipping one meal. But there was definitely something going on. And he needed to find out, before it takes a toll on him.

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Everyone at the office, all ladies, were supposed to go on as if nothing was happening. But it was really hard since they were the ones getting beneficiated from this.

The growth kept happening. Their bodies were changing. Expanding, lengthening, thickening! They had reached the point when their clothes were starting to get tight. Just enough so that they were not as comfortable anymore.

Was Ron aware of the changes? Was he noticing this? Yes, he was.

At this point, it was inevitable. Even if this thought was not constantly in his mind, even when he couldn´t prove anything, he could still see them every day. And up to this day, after a whole month working there, he could notice some differences…

“Good morning, Ron. Someone´s early today.” Greeted Angela as he walked in.

This morning, for once, he woke up at a decent time. And he made it to the office a bit early. It wasn´t that much, about ten minutes, but given the fact that he´s been barely on time, and often over fifteen minutes late, this was a big difference.

“Yeah, I guess this is a good day.” He replied, smiling, even when he felt kind of bad.

He´s so late to work, it´s hard for him to focus when he feels tired, which is often. The other day, he fell asleep during his break! It wasn´t that bad, he took an extra ten minutes, but this wasn´t good!

Why hasn´t he been fired? Mrs. Caswell didn´t even call for his attention. And his co-workers aren´t mad? They are not snitching on him with the boss, at least. Although, Miranda has often said that it´s rude to sleep when everyone else is doing their best at work.

He felt bad, he was the weakest link at the office. Still, he had his job, and the boss didn´t seem so mad.

If only he knew he was delivering exactly what she wanted. What everyone wanted.

Ron smiled at Angela; she looked radiant today! Her hair had a certain glow, and her skin seemed so smooth! She was so pretty, and he was single, was she single too?

He didn´t focus that much on that, he simply walked forward. This was going to be the first time he´s on-time to work. He can´t waste any more time, no chance for distractions.

As he was close to cross the door into the office, Angela stopped him.

He could hear, even when he wasn´t paying attention, as she turned her chair and stood on her feet. She gave one step, two steps and three, and she was out of her desk and now next to him.

“Ron! Before I forget, there´s something I need to tell you.” He stopped as he felt her hand on his arm.

She grabbed him, she touched him, and he stopped.

He fantasized for a second, a quick thought. Something to say to him? What is it? A love confession? She´s always smiling at him, was this the day? Was this his chance?

“Yes?” He turned at her.

Ron´s heart skipped a beat. He could feel shivers up and down his spine. He felt such an attraction towards Angela, she was such a beautiful woman, and she had such a sensuous body. He felt attracted to her, he felt even in desire for her!

Such romance, such warm feelings. This was… a bit off of him, but still normal.

Now, what wasn´t as normal was when his eyes landed on her.

“I need to tell you,” She started.

Ron was looking at her, part of him wondering what she´ll say, and the other part of him was confused. Was she taller? She looks taller!

How tall was Angela? Has he ever seen her standing? Or was she always behind her desk?

No, when he first started working there, they all cheered for him. They made a toast, and that day, they were all standing.

Ron was 6´, taller than all ladies at the office, everyone except Mrs. Caswell. However, he recalls being taller by everyone else by a good deal. Right now, Angela feels… too close to his height!

“We have a meeting today. The whole team.” Angela started, throwing away any chance of this being a love confession, however, his mind was now focused on her height.

Ron was still taller, he knew it, but she wasn´t much shorter than him. How tall was Angela? She´s never said it, no one has ever said anything about their height, other than Miranda and Gertrude the other day. But not Angela.

Her body was so sensuous, her legs were shapely, her waist was thin, and she had an attractive bosom. However, he was certain she was somewhere around 5´7”, but now, she´s a few inches below him, not close to half-a-foot.

How tall is she then?

As he wondered, she continued talking.

“I sent you a message yesterday, as well as to the rest of the team. But you didn´t read it. It´s fine, there´s no problem, but I just want to give you a heads-up. After lunch, we must all meet Mrs. Caswell at her office.” She said.

Ron was trying to make the math; he was trying to understand. And at the same time, he didn´t want to be so obvious, he didn´t dare check out her entire body.

The changes were obvious. Her shapely legs had gotten longer, and acquired a smooth extra thickness; making her leggier than she was. Her bosom was rounder, bigger. There´s been an even growth all over her body. An expansion.

And that expansion made her three-inches taller than when he first met her.

Angela started at 5´6”, and now, she was standing at 5´9”. A noticeable difference, way more than just a one-inch difference. Angela wasn´t as young as Miranda, even when she doesn´t seem as, she´s 31-years-old. A bombshell, but still over thirty.

Ron was overwhelmed. He didn´t want to be so obvious as to check her out. He wanted to be sure she wasn´t wearing any heels, and she wasn´t! But he´s not so sure.

“O-ok! I… I´ll be there.” He replied, feeling a bit nervous and uneasy.

“Great! Just remember, after lunch. See you there.” She winked at him.

She was taller! She was definitely taller! The question is, was she the only one?

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Ron entered the office, he greeted Gertrude and Miranda, and at the same time, he tried to see if there was a significant difference with them.

It was hard, really hard to notice while both of them were sitting. He couldn´t tell anything as he walked past them and into his desk.

Was there any difference? Were their clothes tighter? Were their heads standing taller above their desks?

He had some doubts, some questions. He didn´t have enough time to look at them, at least not with attention, but when the meeting time arrived, he could see the difference.

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Everyone was at Mrs. Caswell´s office, all ladies were standing beside him as he was standing in the middle.

And, as everyone was standing, he could see a real difference.

Didn´t Miranda and Gertrude say something about being 5´4”? 5´5”? At this moment, they both seemed just as Angela on the first day he met her. Just as tall.

Ron was confused, he felt strange. And also, kind of short.

“Welcome, everyone.” Mrs. Caswell started.

As she spoke about some not so important matters, Ron was wondering what was going on.

He turned to the sides from time to time, checking on his coworkers.

Gertrude seemed bigger, not just taller, but wider? More precisely, he could swear she´s filling out that sweater´s top more than she used to. Her bosom seems to have… grown?

Suddenly, his mind drifted into some thoughts, did they all have bigger boobs? Has there been some sort of breast expansion?

And was this more than just boobs? Height, boobs, what about bottoms? Were their butts bigger? Wider? Thicker? And how about their thighs?

He can´t deny these thoughts were turning him on. He could feel his member getting kind of hard as he thought about their bodies.

Their legs, longer, thicker. He pictured them, struggling to fit inside their jeans. Their butts being too big, too hefty to fit! Their hips too wide to button up!

And what about boobs? Did they struggle to fit into their bras? Could there be a chance for him to see some buttons popping today?

These thoughts turned him on, they were arousing him, so he decided to turn them off before he ended up having an evident erection at this meeting.

But it was hard. Even when he tried to keep his eyes at the front, there was someone else at the front…

Mrs. Caswell, a tall woman, a thick woman. A woman taller than him, a woman that allured him every time he spotted her.

He couldn´t help but to glare at her bosom. She had her blouse a bit undone. He could see a deep and long line of cleavage calling for his attention.

How big were her boobs? In his mind, he knew she was already a big woman, with big breasts, but he could still tell there´s a difference in her right now.

Did her boobs used to push her top open this much? Were her boobs as round last time he met her?

She was a very tall woman, a few inches taller than him, however, her presence just seems much bigger now. Her chest seems fuller, heavier even.

What was the meeting all about? Maybe he´s been glaring at her bosom for too long. Her voice echoes in his mind, but he can´t understand the words she says.

The only question in his mind is, what´s going on here? How can they be growing? Because they are definitely different in size than they used to.

Or, is he the one changing?