Size Crystals p1 rough draft

Going into my weekend.  But I will say what is coming up next for the story.  Jezebel will slowly grow more and have her way with her hubby.  There will also be a little outro for this story so I have more work to do on MOnday when I come back.

Size Crystals p1.

Hector blinked his eyes as he tried to stay awake. “Ugh Kevin. Can you take over driving for me. I am. . . I am shit tired.” He yawned as he tightend his hands around the streeing wheel of the U-Haul truck. “Kevin?” He looked over to see his partner dead asleep. “Ugh you have. . .” He blinked his eyes again. “You. . .”

He turned his attention back to the road, sweaving to avoid driving into the ditch. He had been driving for almost twenty four hours straight. Their boss wanted them to drive almost half way across the country to deposit some crystals into an unmarked cave before sealing it with dynamite. The cystals were associated with multiple recent giantess events and were deemed to unstable to work with after one of the young ladies destroyed one of the labritoreis. Nevermind that they had made history by finding out that there was some kind of lunar lady floating around the planet and they had mined said crystals out of her ass or something. No one would know any of that now. The project was being scrapped.

“Almost there. . .” He blinked his eyes. “Just a little. . .” Hector looked down as he drifted off to sleep.

***

Jezebel shot up as she heard a sound like thunder. “Terry.” She shook her husband. “Terry wake up. Someone is outside!”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

She elbowed him in the chest. “There was a giant boom outside like someone threw a bomb at us! How the hell did you sleep through that?” She narrowed her green eyes at him in annoyance as he sat up, rubbing his brown eyes.

“Are you sure it wasn’t in your dreams? Like the one where you swear wolves got into the house.”

Jezebel threw the blanket off the bed and threw her feet onto the cold wood floor. “This is serious. If you want to just sit there and sleep then fine by you. I am going out there to see what the hell happened.”

Terry snorted. “When you find out it’s nothing hurry back to bed okay. I want my covers back.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then pick them up the floor.” She walked out of the room. “He can be so lazy sometimes. Ughh.” She walked down the stairs to the ground level of their house. “I just. . .” Her eyes widdend as she noticed the crashed vehicle. “What the hell?” She grabbed her coat and rushed outside.

She quickly crossed the street and examined the damage. Strange cyrstals not only littered her lawn but were in the street as well. “Ughh. Great.” Jezebel put her hands on her hips. “I am going to have to spend all day tomorrow picking those fucking things up.”

She then noticed the two men lying in the ditch. “Fuck.” She rushed up to them. “Hey.” She checked their pulses. “Oh thank god. You are alive.” She pulled out her phone and dilled 911. “Hey I need an ambuance out there. There was a crash.” She looked down at the two men passed out on the lawn. “Please hurry.”

***

The next few hours passed by in a whirlwind. Emergency vehicles, police and so many questions that Jezebel didn’t have answers for. She assumed the two men were the drivers of the truck but considering they were still passed out they were not answering anything. In the mean time she had to help clean up the mess they made of her lawn. It was considered police evidence for the crash. But she didn’t exactly like working with the crystals. Something about touching them made her feel a bit. . . odd.

The clean up effort took them all night. Jezebel stumbled up the stairs and walked into her bedroom. “Ughh.” She sat down on the edge of her bed. “I can’t believe you slept through all of that Terry.”

He sat up and stretched his arms. “Slept though what?” He looked at her. “You look like hell. What happened.”

She took a deep breath. “I. . . ugh I don’t want to talk about it.” She slumped down on the bed. “I just. I just want to get some sleep.”

***

When Jezebel awoke she sat up and stretched her arms. “Ughh I feel so much better.” She smiled. “I haven’t felt this refreshed in years.”

Terry walked into the room. “It’s about time you got up. I thought you were going into a comma or something.”

“What?” She giggled. “I just stayed up all night and needed to rest is all.”

Her husband put his hands on his hips. “Then why did you sleep almost three days straight?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I didn’t sleep that long.”

“You did. I was about to call the doctor.” He sighed. “Now that you are awake do you want to tell me what happened here? Why there was a crash in front of our house!”

Jezebel slowly sat up as she realized she was still in the same clothing from the night the strange truck over turned across the street. “I. . . oh ya the crash.” She took a deep breath. “You didn’t come out to help me!”

Terry held his hands in the air. “Hey I am not the one who fell asleep for three days.”

She jumped to her feet, energy surging through her. “You jerk.” Her pants pocket suddenly glowed. “You could have helped me but you just wanted to sleep. What the hell was wrong with you?”

“Umm. . .” He took a few steps back. “What is going on?”

Jezebel rubbed her head. “I don’t know. But I have a splitting headache.” Her stomch growled. “And I am so. . . hungry.”

He crossed his arms. “I would say so. You were out for three days straight.” He turned around. “I am going to fix you some breakfast and then we are going to the doctor. No if’s ands or buts.”

She took a deep breath as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “Fine.” She rubbed the side of her head. “Ugh why can’t I remember anything after calling the police for help?” Jezebel arched an eyebrow. “Huh?”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crystal. “It’s one of those things that were on the truck. How did. . .” She blinked her eyes as she remembered back to last night. “I. . . I stole it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this thing. But why?” She looked down at the strange pulsating crystal. “It’s just a stupid blue piece of junk.”

As she tossed it across the room the hard crystal cut her hand. “Owww.” She groaned and jumped to her feet. “Fuck I need a bandaid.” Jezebel rushed into the bathroom as she took a deep breath. “This is just what I need. Where are they. Ahh finnaly.” As she grabbed a badaide out of the cabinat above the sink she noticed the small cut on her hand was glowing. “Huh? What the hell?” She held her hand in front of her head, ignoring the fact that she was still bleeding. “I. . .”

Jezebel blinked herself back to reality. “I will figure this out later.” She grabbed some Neospiran. “I could just be imagining this after all.” She laughed as she pured out the pain relief jell onto the bandaid before placing it onto her hand.

“There.” She sighed. “Now I can go have some fucking breakfast.” She turned around and walked out of the door. “I want to put crazy crystals out of my mind.”

She walked down to the first floor as the scent of pancakes caught her attention. “Ohhh. . .” She hurried into the kitcen. “Mhhhm.”

“They are almost done. I—” Terry turned and gasped. “What the hell did you do to your hand?”

Jezebel sat down at the table. “It’s nothing. I just accidently cut the side of my hand. I will be fine.”

He snorted. “You sure seem to be having a lot of weird issues lately.” He looked back at the stove and the pancakes. “So I called the doctor and we can leave as soon as you have some breakfast.”

“Terry I am okay.” She stretched her arms. “I am releaxed and. . .” She moaned. “Ohhh. . .”

He turned around, pancakes in hand. “You sure as hell don’t sound alright.”

She took a deep breath, her heatbeat racing. “I. . . I don’t know what that was.” Jezebel took a deep breath. “I am okay. Serioussly.” She blew her bangs to the side. “Now give me the food. I am. . . starving.”

“I. . .”

“I WASN’T ASKING!”

“Huh?” He took a step back as she yanked it out of his hand. “What has gotten into you?”

Jezebel devowered the food. “Ugh. That barely. . .” She looked around, heat starting to swell within her. “I need something. I. . .”

Terry put his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Honey I am starting to worry. I. . .” His eyes widdend as she suddenly grew a few inches. “Huh?”

Jezebel moaned. “Ughhh. ..” She closed her eyes, her right hand difting up towards her breasts. “I feel weird.” Her hands slamned down on the table.  “Get me more food now!” She took deep breaths as she grew another few inches. “I. . . I am starving.” She stared at him, her eyes glowing. “Do you hear me?”

He took a few steps back. “Uh huh. Anything you say darling.” He rushed to the other side of the room. “Just stop growing.”

She rubbed her breasts, moaning as she did so. “I am not growing. You are. . . ohhh. . .” Everything felt so hot. So sensitive. She had no idea what was going on. She just had to try and cull this hunger burning inside of her. She felt like. . . no that was insane. Jezebel blinked her eyes as Terry set an entire box of cereal in front of her. “Why do I feel like I need so much energy to grow all of a sudden?”

The thought randomly popped into her head and now wouldn’t leave. She rubbed the side of her head. “That is insane. I don’t. . . I. . .” Jezebel blinked her eyes. “Grow and become the giantess you deserve to be!”

Her heart skipped a beat as she gripped her breasts tightly, feeling them swell in her hands. “Ohhhhhh fuckkkk!”

Terry grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Hey! Are you alright? Your body is fucking growing!”

She looked at him as she tried to control her breathing. “I. . . ugh. . .” She felt her body grow another inch. “Grow. Grow.” Jezebel rubbed the side of her head as the strange thoughts intizifed. “Terry I. . . Ohh fuck. I need to fucking.”

“You need to what?”

She looked around, sweet dripping down her neck. “I need to grow.” She grabbed the ceral box and held it above her head, consuming every last piece of ceral in the box. “Ughh.” She shivered, her pants tightening as her ass swelled a few inches. “Ohhh god.” She squeezed it instincvily. “Ohhh.”

Terry looked at her new curvy ass. “What do you mean you need to grow Jezebel.” He watched her grow a few more inches, now almost a foot bigger than she had been before the spurts had started. “How big are you going to get?”

“I don’t know. I. . .” She moaned. “I don’t know if I can control this.” She stood up. “I just. . . I must become bigger.”

“Why?”

Her eyes glowed, the same clolor as the crystal. “Because I have to.”

Terry turned around. “I am calling an ambulance. I can’t have my wife growing out of control.”

She suddenly fell on him, pinning him to the ground. “You won’t do any such thing.” She grew almost an entire foot, her clothing clinging tightly to her skin. “I make the rules around her little one.” Her eyes glowed once again. “You can’t take me away just like that.”

“Huh? Jezebel you aren’t talking straight. I am your husband remember.” He gulped as she grew on him again, her boobs pressing against his face. “Honey.”

She blinked her eyes. “Terry?” She looked at her hands as she grew a little more. “What is happening to me? I. . . I feel such a strong urge to. . .” She moaned as her pants began to rip. “Ughh.”

“What is wrong?”

She tried to stand up but failed, her clothing pressing tigher and tighter against her skin. “Get me out of these. . . fucking clothes Terry. I. . . my little. . . husband.” She moaned, her boobs swelling a few more inches. “Soo tight. . .” She cried out as her entire body swelled almost an entire foot. “Ahhhh!”

Terry squirmed out from under her. “I am on it.” His hands pressed against her giant waistline. “I will get you out of there and then we will figure out this growth issue.” He slowly unzipped her pants. “Don’t worry hunny. I got you.”

“Ohh.” She moaned as he helped her out of her pants. “Such a nice little helper you are.”

“I am not little.” He snorted. “Stay with me. You are not a giantess.”

She narrowed her eyes as she grew again. “I am.” Her eyes glowed brightly. “I am!” She pushed him to the ground, her shirt clinging tightly to her body as she tried to stand only for her head to hit the ceiling. “And I have so much room to grow.” She looked up. “I need to get outside as this house will only contain me.”

Terry ran in front of her, cutting her off. “Please. We have to find a way to stop this. Honey you are almost twelve feet tall.”

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful.” She shook her hips. “And I am only going to get so much bigger.”

“What?”

Jezebel licked her lips. “You have a problem with that?” She bent down and looked him in the eyes as she grew a few more inches, her shirt ripping a little. “Because if not I may have to find another husband who is more. . . obideant.”

He slapped her across the face. “Jezebel what has gotten int you! I. . .”

She suddenly slammed him to the floor. “Ugh I could have. . .” She blinked her eyes. “Ugh oh no. Terry?” She shook her head. “I don’t know why these keeps happening.” She moaned as she grew again, her back pressing against the ceiling. “I just have some. . . gigantic pressense growing inside of me. I don’t’ feel like I can contain it.”

He took a deep breath. “What are we going to do?”

She moaned as she rubbed her breasts. “I think. . . I think I am just going to have to give in and become this giantess.” She giggled. “It could be fun.” She looked down at Terry. “You better be okay with it. I don’t’ know if I want to be in the market for a new husband.” She giggled.

He sighed. “Fine.” He pointed at her. “As long as you are not too dominant. You better make this someone fifty, fifty you hear me. If I am going to be married to a giantess I am not going to be her plaything.”

Jezebel’s eyes flashed once more as she grew almost two feet. She towered over Terry and smiled. “Now promises.”

He gulped. “Fuck.”