A BIG Job - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ron was about to walk in into a very odd conversation. Yet, he waited outside the door.

He waited outside of the lunch room, more than just curious, he was starting to get concerned about what Miranda and Gertrude were talking about.

They both seemed to be talking about growth. A change on size, that´s what he knew. And that´s the only way he could put this. However, he knew very well they were talking about height.

At first, it´ll be easy for him to think they were talking about weight gain, maybe thickening; about what other thing could they be talking about? That was the most logical answer.

Women talk about weight all of the time, right? Or so he wondered as he listened to their conversation.

He didn´t walk in, instead, he stayed. Maybe he was sort of spying on them, perhaps he should´ve announced himself. The easiest thing would´ve been to walk in, but he didn´t. He had a need, a need to know what was going on.

This felt strange, he was not that kind of guy. Other people conversations are private, and they have never been of his business. However, he felt curious as to what these two ladies were talking about.

It felt strange, but there was an utter need inside of him. A need to know, to care. Was he worried there might be something bad with them? He would´ve walked in and try to empathize. Was he concerned they were talking about him? No way, they were clearly talking about one another.

There was this need, deep down, he felt as if he should know. And he also didn´t wanted them to know he was listening. Maybe, at first, he was afraid they were talking about him, but when he confirmed they were not, he still had a need to listen.

To hear their voices, to hear their words. Something, he couldn´t quite put a finger onto it, but there was something…

As he spied on them, as he listened to their conversation from outside the door, without them knowing, he was silent, quiet. And paying attention…

“I don´t feel -that- different yet, but I´ve noticed a few changes, yes.” Said Miranda.

“Me too, not with the eyes, but, deep inside, you know. You have a feeling that something´s different. That something´s changed.” Added Gertrude.

Change? Different? And it was supposed to be visible? What were they talking about? Ron wondered as he tried to listen better.

“Like,” Said Miranda, “I´d love if this was faster, but at the same time, I think it´s better if this takes some time. You know, because of the clothes and also, the fact that we´ll need some time to getting used to our new size.”

There it was, size! That word.

What could it be? What, in terms of size, could Miranda be talking about? Weight gain? Thickening? Some sort of implants? Were they talking about implants?

“I know, but she told us this would take time.” Gertrude said. And who was “she”? Ron wondered.

“Yeah, a slow process…” Miranda said.

As the conversation continued, Ron could tell this was much stranger than he´d ever imagined.

They kept talking about time, and size. At some point, Miranda mentioned the words “slow growth”. A growth that will take time. So far, it´s barely noticeable, at least it is for them, who live at their size day to day.

And when Gertrude finally said the words, he was certain this was height they were talking about.

“I was curious, very curious. So, last night, I just had to measure myself.” Gertrude started. “I know she said we shouldn´t do so, that it might make us kind of antsy. But I just couldn´t resist!” she giggled. “I drew a line, I stood by the wall, on my bare feet, and drew a line at the top of my head…”

Everything was making sense now. As Ron listened, he couldn´t help but to feel excitement.

He was happy to know he was getting somewhere. That the pieces of the puzzle were starting to take form. Just like anyone who´s investigating, or searching for something, he was glad he found what he was looking for. But there was another feeling inside him.

Deep inside, as his heart was beating faster, he could feel a different kind of excitement. A feeling of euphoria, a light one, barely perceptible, had been released all over his body. Now, he had a need to continue listening, and the more he heard, the more excited he became.

Why? What was in this conversation that seemed so rich to his ears? What could he possibly learn from this? Would it have been the same if they had been talking of clothes? Shoes? Some drama series?

The answer´s no. This was not related to anything they could purchase or watch. This was related to them. For some reason, he wanted to know more, and that would mean he´ll get to know them better. But why was he looking forward to it? To knowing them more?

Did he want to be an attentive coworker? That guy who knows all the birthdays and special dates? Who knows about your pets? Hobbies? Your favorite dessert? Not quite. This was different.

He was eager to know, but he was eager because this was something related to their bodies. Maybe he could finally put a finger on it, the reason why he was spying on them. This conversation, the details they were sharing, they were intimate. Right now, he was learning new intimate details.

And to hear about changes on their bodies, it was starting to turn him on. Not too bad, but his heart was beating faster, and not only since he was at risk by spying on them…

Ron felt a need for more. More details, more conversation. He felt strange, but he wanted more. He wanted to know, kind of desperately, what Gertrude found out.

“Then, I took my measuring tape and pulled it.” Ron came closer to the door, putting his ear right onto it, carefully. “And then, I read it. 5´4”.” She said.

5´4”! Ron wasn´t sure what to do with that information. That´s… not a lot.

He´s 6´, if Gertrude´s 5´4”, that makes her eight-inches shorter than him. Maybe it was nice to know how tall she was? Did he need to know? He´s never been into that. Nor the age, height or, well, anything. Those details were irrelevant. However, he wanted to know more.

“So…?” Said Miranda. Gertrude´s pause has been too long already, so what if she´s 5´4”, that´s Miranda´s same height… or maybe…

“Honey, look at me. I used to be 5´3”. My driver´s license says 5´3”, every time I´ve gone to the doctor, it´s said 5´3”. I´ve always been a 5´3” woman. Until yesterday. Now, I´m a 5´4” woman.” Gertrude said.

No way! Could it be? Miranda might not sound impressed, and if he could see her, he´ll be able to tell there´s no amazement on his look. If anything, he´s more amazed. An inch? Gertrude, the mature woman, grew?

“Well… an inch is… something. But, if I´m honest, I don´t see that much of a change. Actually, I think you still look the same. I´m 5´4”, and if you´re 5´4”, then we should be the same height.” She had a point.

Something awakened inside Ron when she spoke those last words. He had a desire, a wish. He wanted, for some reason, to see if she was right.

Why? Why does he have this need to witness, to see with his own eyes, if Gertrude´s taller or if she´s not.

There´s two ways this could be. If he was able to see them, he´d be able to tell. One, Gertrude´s just as tall as Miranda now. Which would make the plump, mature woman as tall as the young lady. Now, the other thing is that Miranda´s still taller. Which means two things. And to know it has to meanings, it thrilled him more.

He stopped breathing for a second. This means that this could be a lie and there´s no change; that Gertrude measured herself wrongly and that she´s 5´3”. OR, and this thrills him so bad for some reason, this could mean that Miranda´s also taller! Not 5´4” anymore, but 5´5”!

But what´s the thrill? Why is he so eager to listen to that? He´s never been into taller women, and even if he was, 5´4” and 5´5”, that´s not tall, that´s kind of average.

Nonetheless, what´s thrilling him the most is not the height itself, but to know there´s a change in them. To know they are expanding…

“I don´t know, Gertie, you look kind of the same to me. Not as tall as me…” Miranda started, looking at Gertrude with close attention.

“Well, then…” Gertrude thought, and after a moment, she came up with the answer. “Then that means you´re taller too!” Ron felt a quiver all over his body. One of his theories was right!

“Huh?” Miranda wasn´t sure, could it be?

“Just think about it, if I´m still the same height to you, and I´m one inch taller, then…” Gertrude looked at Miranda, rising her eyebrows over and over, wanting her to say the last words.

“Then I´m taller…” Miranda said. “But, am I? I need to check… but I don´t have a measuring tape. I should probably get one…” Miranda said out loud.

This was too thrilling! Ron was unsure, this was real? Could it be? And why is he so excited?

First of all, why are they growing? Even if it´s just an inch, that´s still something. Maybe it´s one of those exercises? Those that are supposed to help you grow even as an adult?

He wasn´t sure, however, he wasn´t so easy either.

The excitement made him quiver, he trembled all over, and that made him loose a little balance. He didn´t fall, but it was enough to make him stumble. And when he did, he hit the door.

He swallowed; he made a noise. He hit the door with his body! Now, they will know he´s there! And what if they cans see his shadow? They will surely know someone´s there!

There´s not a lot of people at the office. If Gertrude and Miranda wanted to find out who was there, even if he escaped, they would only need to ask to the other three people at the office.

He had to be quick, he had to do something!

“Did you hear that?” Miranda said as they both looked at the door.

Ron bumped into it, not as if he was knocking, but as if he had just hit it.

Miranda took a step forward, ready to go and see who was there. But then, Ron walked in.

“Oh, sorry! I thought the door was open, haha. I kind of… just bumped into it. I was hoping no one was here, but I guess you just found out I´m a little… clumsy, hehe. Sorry ladies.” He pretended he just arrived, and immediately walked in.

Well, that was kind of a clever way. Why pretending he wasn´t there? Instead, why not pretending he just arrived?

His best choice was to pretend he was goofy. Silly and a little clumsy. That was better than to be found as some sort of creep who was spying on their private conversation.

“Oh, it´s you…” Miranda said, frowning.

“Are you ok, dear? You didn´t hit your face, did you?” Gertrude, who seemed to care, asked.

“I´m fine, no worried. I just wanted to put my lunch at the fridge.” He giggled.

He might have skipped a bullet there, but he had something else in mind.

What were they talking about? Growth? Taller? What was going on?

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Ron spent the rest of the day thinking about it.

He was focused on his work, on his computer. But he couldn´t help ideas from popping inside his mind. Growth? Could they be growing? Was that possible?

He knows they were talking about it because he heard the whole conversation. Not that he wanted, but now he knows.

And so, he wondered, why? And eventually he wondered if that growth was only on the two of them. Could the other ladies at the office be growing as well?

First, his mind immediately drifted into Angela. The sexy receptionist. She was taller than them both, right? If she was growing, it´ll be more evident on her, right?

He didn´t have much time to answer that question, suddenly an even bigger question came to his mind.

What about Mrs. Casswell?!

The boss, she´s already tall. Taller than him. Could she be any taller? And, can he point that out?

First, he imagined his boss would walk out of her office, pushing herself out of the room as she now doesn´t fit through the frame!

Tall, big, her clothes turned into shreds! And she, as she tries to walk out, she´s bringing the whole frame down! Destroying the walls! She´s a giantess!

But he cooled those thoughts down. How would she grow that much? It´s just an inch.

An inch, no more. An inch, a change that´s almost imperceptible. How could he know if they are taller? How could he know if all people at the office are taller?

He had an idea.

It was simple, if everyone´s getting taller, then so is he! An inch, which will drive him from 6´ to 6´1”. He wouldn´t mind being a little taller.

Ron fantasized about it, something strange at the office that´s making everyone taller. And taller means more attractive.

He´ll check on that, and eventually look for answers. Maybe he´ll stop things when he´s 6´3”, or 6´4”. At least that´s what he thought.

Little does he know, that´s not accurate…

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The day went on as usual, and Ron left the office. He wanted to check on himself. He felt lethargic, but he could still measure himself before he falls asleep. Which is also strange, what´s with so much sleep?

When he gets home, he´ll measure himself, and if he finds out he´s taller, then the sleepiness could be a side-effect of this growth.

He can ask the ladies if they are suffering of the same. But that will be tomorrow…

Now, when he left, Miranda looked at Gertrude.

Miranda knows he wasn´t honest. That he didn´t just trip with the door before he entered. There were a couple seconds left between the hit and the moment he walked in. He heard them, she´s sure. But, just how much did he hear?

Miranda waited until he was gone, a while to make sure, and then she turned towards Gertrude.

“Hey, Gertie, do you think Ron heard us?” Miranda asked.

“Huh? When? When he walked into the lunch room?” Gertrude asked.

“Yes! I think he heard our conversation about our size.” She said.

“I´m not sure, he would´ve asked, don´t you think? I´m sure he would´ve walked in and say we were talking nonsense or something. Or, maybe he just thought we were crazy, haha.” Gertrude said.

“Maybe, but what if he didn´t? You know what Mrs. Casswell said, he should not know about this!” This was all supposed to be a secret, at least until he found out on his own. Which will eventually take place.

But knowing this much ahead of time? That was not good…

“Should we tell Mrs. Casswell? I think there´s a camera outside the lunch room.” Gertrude said.

“OH, but… I don´t want to tell her. She´ll think we´ve failed!” Miranda complaint.

No one wants to fail the boss, and specially not when your boss is Cassandra Casswell. She´s not just a 6´2” amazon, she´s not just the boss, there´s much more beyond that…

“Do we?” Miranda asked, almost complaining as she turned at Gertrude.

“Well…” Started Gertrude, who was about to say yes. Honesty is the best policy.

However, before Gertrude answered, a third voice joined their conversation.

“Oh, she already knows…” that was the unmistakable voice of Mrs. Casswell.

Mrs. Casswell walked into the room, without being heard. She approached them from behind and then, she landed one hand on Miranda´s shoulder.

Miranda almost turns pale when she did so.

“Oh, hi boss!” Said Gertrude, who was not scared, but glad and smiling.

“Hello, Gertrude.” Mrs. Casswell added, stroking Miranda´s shoulder gently. “And hello, Miranda.”

“H-hello boss…” Miranda replied, shivering a bit.

“Aww, my dear, why are you scared? I´m not mad. Relax.” Mrs. Casswell said.

It was hard for Miranda to do so, but she appeased herself a bit.

“Excuse her, she´s worried you´ll be mad.” Gertrude said.

“Aww, well, she should. But I´m not mad. Ron clearly heard you two, in my opinion, that wasn´t good. But I had contemplated that beforehand. So don´t worry. Even when I thought he´ll take much longer to find out, this will not interfere with our plan.” Mrs. Casswell explained.

“Nice!” Gertrude cheered.

“Y-yeah, that´s good.” Miranda added, still concerned.

“However, you two must keep things as a secret. From now on, no more size talking at the office, understood? Take this as a verbal warning.” Mrs. Casswell smiled.

She was imposing, but she wasn´t mad, or mean about it. Even if Miranda looks as if she´ll faint.

“Things will go on, just as I´ve planned. If he comes up with any questions, just give him whatever excuse. I´ll be the one who´ll tell him the truth.” Mrs. Casswell added.

There´s something happening at the office, something out of Ron´s knowledge. But, someday, he´ll know. When? Only Mrs. Casswell will tell…