I was daydreaming when I saw her in line at the self check out counter. It was the lane next to me but I was behind someone who was already checking out at the front. You know how your eyes are sometimes drawn to someone inexplicably? That's what happened. She had long brown hair over a yellow t-shirt, and really nice legs. She was wearing jean shorts since this was one of the first nice days of spring, finally. So naturally her legs caught my eye. That and the fact that she was a lot shorter than your average lady. She appeared familiar. I didn't think much of it until I was finally checking out when I heard my name being called.

"Sam!"

I immediately turned around. "Uh, hi, Julie."

Wouldn't you know it; my old high school sweetheart. I finished checking out and we spent the next few moments catching up. It seems she was finishing up her second year at the local community college and was working at a coffee shop nearby. No, not that big chain coffee shop. This was a small place that catered to the college crowd, such as it was. The type that had real Friday open mic nights where amateurs would show off their musical talents. Sounds like a fun place to work. I had even thought about showing up one Friday night to perform myself. It was just a fantasy, mind you. I do like playing the guitar and singing, I think I'm good at it. But I'm too shy to ever play in public.

Julie's parents had split up -- Dad going out to the Chicago area, Julie and her sister staying here with Mom. That is, until Julie moved in with another guy she met in her accounting class. She pretty much had to move out since Mom wasn't too well off living in a small one bedroom apartment. And Julie didn't get along with her sister very well. You could say she pretty much hated her. So did I. She was what you call, "stuck up".

I had graduated college the year before from a school out in the southwest with a degree in computer science and had landed a pretty good job working for a major company in the big city not too far away from here right after graduation. In fact, I had the job lined up even before graduation. All those years of hard work and hardly any play at college payed off after all.

Also, to my great pride, I had moved into a house that I was buying (oh joy, I now have a mortgage) which was pretty close to our hometown. (Well, that explains "bumping" into Julie.) I am even able to tele-commute at least three days a week most of the time. Yes, I was on my way to living the dream.

While talking to Julie was fun, it was a bit surreal. I detected a bit of over-cheerfulness in her. Something maybe not genuine. Did she want to get back together? Did she want to get back at me? Was something wrong? I should let you know that it was I who dumped her. Stupid move. I was going to school a thousand miles away and didn't want a long range relationship. Or so I told myself ... and her. What I really wanted was to date other girls while away. I didn't know then that it was destined not to be. That "hardly any play" thing I mentioned above was not because of working hard. It was out of necessity.

You see, I'm not really the type of guy that girls want to date. What kind of guy is that, you may ask? Short! 4'10" to be exact. (That's 147 cm for the rest of the world.) And Julie, bless her heart, was 4'9". (145 cm) There weren't many other gals in school -- high school or college -- that were shorter than I was. And even fewer that would go out with me. Sure, I was somewhat of a jock, wasn't bad looking, even if I say so myself, and I could sing and play guitar, not to mention smart enough to graduate cum laude with a degree in computer science. But most girls don't care about anything else except, "he's gotta be taller than me". Sure there were some that didn't mind and I had a good time with a few close folks back at school. One gal even caught me singing and that really turned her on. But she wasn't my type. Let's just say she was too endomorphic for me. In fact, I never really hooked up with anyone that I really wanted to spend lots of time with. Perhaps Julie was one of a kind for me. Or perhaps it was just the thrill of a first high school romance, but I found myself thinking about her for days afterward.

Julie, although short, was very well proportioned. She was a jock too. And that's how we met. I wrestled. I mean, what other sport can I play? Certainly not basketball or football. Well, cross country running is one such sport, and that's exactly what I did. I did this for the sole purpose of getting in shape during the fall for winter wrestling. I lifted weights too, also for the sake of wresting. But Julie was a pure runner (hence the well developed legs!). She also lifted -- this to help her running for the same reason I did it to help my wrestling. Perhaps we both were compensating for our stature? Whatever. We met on the cross-country team: she a freshman and me a senior. And she took a liking to me. That doesn't happen often for me. So, the rest is history. Sort of.

Yep, she was a jock all right. Toned body. Nice legs. Always tanned, blemish-free skin. She had a thin face with upturned nose. Long brown hair. Not much on her chest, but that don't matter to me. I can take 'em or leave 'em. And you could tell she worked out by one look at her butt. Julie was not quite the walking wet dream that some guys always brag about, but she was hot nonetheless. At first, I thought one of her friends might have put her up to going out with me, or something. You know, the both of us being short kind of thing. But I came to find out that she genuinely liked me. Talk about lucking out! She has really nice legs too.

Now I must mention that besides being a jock she was also a tomboy; never wore a dress. Nor heels (thank God). In fact, she wouldn't go to the prom with me because of her aversion to dresses. How tomboyish is that? So, I went with another friend to the prom. A three inch taller friend. So, just a friend. Nothing special, of course. I was a little surprised at being able to get a date for the prom but I had to agree that it was just a date; nothing more. Besides, everyone knew that Julie and I were an item. At least as much of an item as two people can be in high school. We had sex once. If you can call a hand job proper sex, that is. Julie seemed a little prudish to me. But then, all high school boys are poon-hounds, if you know what I mean. Taking "prudishness" in the proper context here means just being smart on her part. So, I couldn't really tell if Julie was jealous, or not over the prom. But it didn't matter. It wasn't long after I graduated high school that we split up.

So, yes, I dumped her. I did feel bad about it. Really. And I still do. But she was currently shacking up with some guy now. I guess I still wanted to make up for hurting her all those years ago and that's why I exchanged phone numbers with her that day, even though at the time I had a funny feeling that I'd somehow regret it. Little did I know ...

----- The house

Let me tell you about my new house. It's not really new, but it's new to me: two story, three bedroom, three and a half baths and a detached garage. It has the usual kitchen, dining and living rooms and a basement.

There's also an office which comes in handy since I do lots of work from home. That and the garage were the selling points for me. There's also a deck outside and nearly an acre of land. I was lucky to save enough to get this house.

The garage has room for two cars in the front, and in the back I have my gym. Just some weights and a bench but I still like to think I'm a jock: I do stay in shape. I also have a bike, camping stuff, and tools out there along with a work table and an inversion table. Going upside-down on the inversion table helps my back when I do something stupid like picking up weights with my back instead of my legs.

I have a BMW 328i and an old Ford F150. The commute to the office is an hour or so, depending on traffic, but it's bearable since I only do this two or three times a week. It's rare that I have to go into the office more than that, but it happens.

The house is not located in your typical suburban neighborhood either -- it's more out in the county. I can't reach out from my kitchen window, for example, and touch my neighbors house.

And I don't have a roommate. I love the solitude. Perhaps it's because I'm used to it. Growing up as a short guy I didn't have too many close friends, and still don't. I'm self-conscious about my height, I guess. But that's the way it's shaped my personality. I'm a loner. Well, that's what I tell myself.

So I was pleasantly surprised when the phone rang that Thursday and it was Julie. She didn't sound happy though. She asked if she could come over.

"Sure", I said. I wasn't going to turn away a distraught damsel. Even if all I wanted was peace out here in my humble abode. Though in the back of my mind I felt a little thrill.

An hour later, after giving directions, a taxi pulled up and Julie stepped out wearing shorts and carrying a suitcase. Uh, oh!

It seems she had a falling out with her gentleman friend that she was staying with: Shawn. I'm using the term "gentleman" loosely here. I won't go into what happened, but it wasn't nice. She had basically been kicked out.

So, against my better judgement, I let her stay, "until you can find a place of your own", I dictated. I mean, what could I do, turn away my high school sweetheart?

I showed her around the house. I put her things, what little there were, in one of the spare bedrooms. "We'll get the rest of your stuff later.", I said. But I found out there nothing else to get.

We went into the kitchen and I fed her. She cried. I fed her ice cream. She cried. We went to the couch and she cried on my shoulder. We both had to work the next day. I was not going to take advantage of her; ever the gentleman I am. So I sent her off to bed in her own bedroom.


----- Saturday

We both worked Friday. Her in the afternoon, me, at home. Finally, Saturday came around and she was feeling better. She worked that morning but came home in the early afternoon. I asked about the taxi. It turns out she didn't have a vehicle. Of course, being the gentleman I am, I offered her the use of the pickup. That seemed to cheer her up.

I never got around to showing her the garage until Saturday afternoon. She beamed when she saw the "gym".

"Oh, wow. This is great."

"Yes. I can workout here and work on the cars too.", bragging, probably a bit too matter of factly. I suppose she never knew guys who actually did mechanical work with real tools, by gosh. Her dad would never do such a thing and apparently, neither would the guy she was previously living with.

"Can I use your weights to work out?". She was still the jock I remembered.

"Sure."

"What's that?", she questioned, pointing to the corner.

"That's an inversion table. You go upside down on it and hang by your feet. I use that to get taller. See how well it works?" We both laughed at that.

"How do you use it?"

I showed her how to adjust the legs and strap her feet in. Then I let her lean back and get used to actually inverting the table. It takes only but two or three times to get the hang of it. However, I cautioned her to only go back less than the full 180 degrees and do a little at a time.

"Work up to the fully inverted position over a few days. This way your body will get used to being upside down and you won't faint or anything." She went full bore to 180 right away.

"Wow. This feels good, being upside down", she said happily.

I was glad she was starting to get out of her funk over what happened just a couple of days ago. So, I let her be and walked back to the house.

A few minutes later she came back in the house, catching me browsing the internet.

"You have a nice computer."

"Um, yeah." That was weird. I've never been complemented on a computer before. She was just making small talk, I assumed. "Don't you have a laptop, or something?", I said.

"Nope. I can't afford it."

I felt bad about that. It also brought back bad feelings about breaking up with her years ago.

"Well, you can stay as long as it takes to get on your feet." Damnit! I said that before I had a chance to really evaluate the consequences. I wasn't sure I was ready to give up my life of solitude just yet.

Julie leaned in and gave me a kiss. Lightly, at first. I didn't resist. Then another. Then they got more intimate and sloppy. We had sex that night. Real sex, not a hand job. I hoped the condoms that I had been keeping for years now weren't brittle or anything. Reminder to self: buy new condoms.


----- Next week

Julie seemed to have been in much better spirits than the week before. I wanted to think that we were getting back together. We didn't repeat Saturday night. I suppose we were both just too busy the coming week. Or maybe it was that we were just starting to get to know each other again.

Julie wasn't very well off, money-wise, what with working only part-time and school. To top it off, she would give money to her mother on the rare occasion that she had a little extra.

So, I would help her out by feeding her, and making sure she had a little cash with her during the day, for lunch if nothing else. And I let her use the pickup so she wouldn't have to waste money on taxi's. (This was before Uber.)

I didn't expect anything in return, really. It felt good to be helping someone. Especially someone I knew closely, or rather had known as a girlfriend. I was really beating myself up mentally for breaking up with her so many years ago. It was only a handful of years to tell the truth, but it feels like a long time when you're young.

I didn't know what she was thinking but I made it clear that I wasn't expecting anything in return for letting her stay with me. We got along pretty good though. And, despite my self-proclaimed loner status, I was actually enjoying her presence immensely.

When she would return home for the day (or even late at night some days) she would change into shorts and a t-shirt. Did I mention she has great legs? I'd love staring at them -- secretly, of course. And those lovely bare feet too. I was loving this change in my life. But I had no idea of all the changes that were to come.


----- Next Saturday

Julie had to work Saturday morning again. Her schedule was always changing. It wasn't too erratic though; there were some constants. For example, it always seemed she worked Saturday morning and Tuesday nights. There were exceptions of course. Anyway, Saturday afternoon, again, we were both out in the gym working out.

"Thanks for letting me use the gym this week.", she said.

"Oh, you've been working out?"

"Sure. I know you haven't been around all week, but I've been slipping out here every day you know."

"I didn't know that. So, you were sneaking out behind my back?", I said jokingly.

"Not really. You were just working really hard on the computer. And the days you were at the office, I spent that time out there too."

One thing you can say about Julie: she took her workouts seriously. I asked her if she was still running.

"Of course. Although I didn't get to run every day this past week. I'm trying not to let my schedule affect exercise, but it's not very easy.", she would say.

Well, all the exercising did her body good. She was in great shape. Did I mention she has exceptional legs?

The t-shirt she was wearing was cut pretty high, I could see her belly. And when she ended up on the inversion table the shirt rode up her body to show her pert little tits. (Yes! I was cheering internally.) She wore no bra, not that she needed one.

So, of course, one thing led to another and we had sex again that Saturday night. Maybe this was beginning to be a regular thing. I wasn't complaining.

She was pretty rough that night. More so than last week. I chalked it up to being a lot more cheerful than she was last week. And I had fresh condoms this time.


----- Sunday

You should have seen Julie Sunday morning, shining with a big ole bright smile. Nobody could tell that she had been kicked out of the place she was staying just a little more than week ago. It made me feel happy. The sex the night before made me feel happy. We both felt happy.

I made pancakes, sausage and eggs for breakfast. Julie gobbled it down like someone twice as big. I guess she hadn't been eating much recently. Two stacks of pancakes, six pieces of sausage and four eggs! I wanted to tell her to cool it.

Not that I minded her eating all the food, but I didn't want her to get sick, or worse: fat. With all the working out though, there probably wasn't much chance of that happening. And of course I would never say that to her.

I've learned to watch what I say. Don't ever mention "fat" having to do with anything about a girl. "Body shaming" is what they call it.

Doesn't apply to "short" though. It makes no sense to me -- you get chastised for calling someone "fat", even though they have the power to change that, if not the will. But it's ok to berate someone for being short. "Oh, I could never go out with a guy shorter than me.", the girls say. And being short is not something you can change; no matter how much will you might have.

Thank God Julie is shorter than me; if only by an inch. She's beginning to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

I had to go to the hardware store that morning before they closed early that Sunday to pick up some bags of mulch for the bushes out back. I should have gone Saturday but too many things happened. Good things, of course. Julie wanted to go too. She had the day off. So she figured she would help.

"Ok.", I said. "Throw me the keys and meet me out in the pickup." We jumped in and off we went. Well, not exactly; something seemed off. It was uncomfortable for me to reach the pedals. It was weird, I had to adjust the seat up.

"Oh, sorry about that.", she said. "After a couple of days of driving this week I seemed to be scrunched up a little and had to adjust the seat a wee little bit."

I couldn't really say anything back. She was looking great in her shorts that morning. She has really nice legs. Have I mentioned that?

It was another nice, sunny day, due to get up into the 70's that afternoon. Her t-shirt was looking fantastic on her, highlighting her tight little body. The shirt seemed to be getting tight itself. I wasn't complaining.

We got back and I started unloading the bags. There were about a dozen or so and she asked to help. I didn't think she would be up to it but I relented and said, "Sure. Why not? I could use the help."

I grabbed a bag and lopped it over my shoulder. She did the same. Pretty damn good for such a little gal. She seemed to be handling those bags better than me. We finished bringing the bags to the back and went to work opening them up and spreading the mulch.

I was sweating and so was she when we had finished. I could see her nipples poking hard against her sweat soaked t-shirt. Life is good. It was time for a shower.

I started making my way to the house, but Julie wanted to stay back and go out to the garage.

"I want to hop on the inversion table to stretch out. I always like doing that after a workout.", she said. I couldn't blame her.

It's always good to stretch out after long physical exertion. It's just that I usually stretched by touching my toes and twisting my torso. That sort of thing. This was new to me.

"Whatever. Knock yourself out. I'm going to take a shower. See you back at the house." And with that I was inside to get a shower.

It was not long after I got out that she showed up and did the same. I made some hot tea for myself and sat down on the couch while she cleaned up.

She looked so hot coming out of the shower. One towel was wrapped around her body and one on her head. And the towel that was wrapped around her body wasn't doing a great job of hiding her assets.

How could I have missed those "assets" all those years in high school? Oh yeah, I just remembered, I didn't miss them. I just didn't really get a good look back then. I mentioned about her being a prude in high school, right? Now she was becoming a tease. Oh, what a treat! Why she didn't get dressed properly, I wasn't sure. But, like I said before, I wasn't complaining.

Julie took a seat next to me on the couch putting her feet up on the coffee table. I was watching TV. Or rather, I was watching Julie.

The towel around her rode up high on her thigh revealing those beautiful legs. She has great legs, you know. For a little gal though she has pretty big, yet very sexy feet. My heart was beating hard by now.

Julie unwrapped the towel around her hair and started brushing. The towel around her body fell down a few inches revealing her pretty little tits. She would pull the towel back up but never really wrapped it all that tightly, so it would fall down yet again. She never would have done this in high school. I was wondering, when did she ever turn into a tease?

"Why don't you get some clothes on?", I asked, not really sure why I said that just then, since I was enjoying her lack of clothes so much.

She replied, "They're all dirty. I haven't had a chance to go into town to the laundromat -- it's been pretty hectic this past week. I promise I'll wash them tomorrow."

"I know it's been hectic for you; but you do know I have a washer and dryer here, don't you?", I said.

"Well, I didn't want to be a burden.", Julie would say timidly.

"Burden? You are no burden, Julie.", I replied.

How could she be a burden? The past week was one of the best ever for me. She went up to grab her clothes, what little there were, and then I took her downstairs and showed her the washer and dryer. She put her stuff in and hopped up on the dryer, letting her towel come undone. This time she made no move to fix it.

"You really are a life saver, you know.", Julie started to say. "I didn't know what I was going to do being with Shawn. He didn't treat me well. He made me pay him and it was all I could do to make ends meet. And,...", she went on, "he would hurt me. I was in a rut with no way out until you showed up. When I saw you last week my heart jumped. I am so glad it was you."

I didn't know what to say to this. How can anyone hurt such an angel? I thought about bringing up the topic of leaving her after high school, but thought better of it.

I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her. We went upstairs to my bedroom and made love.

We didn't just have sex this time. I made love to someone I felt I shared a bond with now. Before it may have only been a physical bond -- both of us living the life of "little people". But now it was much more emotional. Deeper, more basic. I felt like I wanted to take care of her for the rest of her life. We spent the night together in each others arms. Too soon it was time to get up and go back to work the next day.

----- Next week

I woke up Monday morning with Julie running downstairs to get her clothes, naked as the day she was born. A few minutes later she came in to my bedroom as I was just finished getting dressed.

"Your washer shrunk my clothes!", Julie shouted, holding her clothes in both hands, arms splayed out in a gesture of "See?".

"Didn't you wash them in cold water?", I replied.

"Sure. But even when I wash them hot, they don't usually shrink; not anymore. You have to get your water temperature checked." She was perturbed, to say the least.

Oh, great. Another thing to fix around this house. I swear, every time I turn around I have to fix something. The joys of house ownership, I guess.

The only consolation to my Monday morning was Julie standing in front of me in the buff. I wasn't complaining. Those legs were looking extra hot this morning. Did I mention she has great legs? I went closer to give her a kiss. Maybe that will be a little consolation for her.

I loved kissing her when she's naked. I was enjoying the hug and kiss as I looked straight into her eyes. Wait.

I'm usually looking down into them. I looked down to those cute little feet. They didn't seem so little. And she was barefoot! I had my shoes on and was looking directly into her eyes. I realized: she had grown! This meant that she was now taller than me.

OMG! My heart sunk. What happened? Did she notice too? My thoughts were interrupted by her tongue. Then she pulled away.

"I'm sorry.", she pouted. "It's just that these clothes are too tight and I have to go to school."

"You still have a couple of hours yet. Here, I have some sweat pants and a t-shirt you can wear. We'll go to big mart to get some new clothes then I'll drop you off at school. Ok?" I then dug out one of my large shirts which would be baggy on Julie and an old pair of sweats.

I didn't have to go into the office that day but did the next, so it wasn't much of an inconvenience for me. In fact -- and guys don't let this get out -- I think I enjoyed clothes shopping with Julie that day. She hadn't very much to begin with, so when I told her I was buying she literally jumped with joy.

She put the clothes that I gave her on and we went downstairs only to find that now her shoes hurt her feet when she put them on.

"Ok. They're old.", I said. "Just leave them off, and when we go into the big mart you can just leave them untied. Everyone wears them that way now anyway. Maybe we can get you a new pair."

More evidence that I was right: she had grown. How much, I wasn't sure. I would have to get her measured. But she seemed not to have noticed. So, I schemed to do this on the sly. But how? I didn't want her to know. Not yet. Maybe I was shrinking. No. My clothes would be big on me; instead hers were small on her. Well, thank God for small favors. (Ahem, pun not intended.)

"No, it's alright.", Julie said. "The shoes are fine. They're not that old. I'm sure it's from all that yard work yesterday making my feet swell up. I can hold off on new shoes. I don't want you to spend too much. Besides, I love running in these. I would just have to break in new shoes anyway."

Bless her heart. But money wasn't the problem for me this time. I was going crazy trying to wrap my mind over what was going on.

How old was Julie? A quick calculation in my head says 19 years old. She'd be 20 later that year. Both of us have birthdays late in the year. Perhaps she's having a late growth spurt. Her mother is not so big, only about as tall as I am. Her sister is 5'5" though. Of course, she lauds that over Julie all the time. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary to have a late growth spurt at this age, right? That's gotta be it.

When we got to the store she tried on all kinds of pants. She settled on a pair of white bermuda shorts. I tried to surreptitiously measure her height against the tape measure on the wall as she would head into the dressing rooms. I wasn't allowed back there so I couldn't get too close. It seemed she was still under 5 feet tall though.

"That's weird. Their sizes must run small.", she said.

"Why do you say that?", I said, knowing the answer already.

"Because the extra small size was too small for me. I had to get medium. I would have gotten the small, but if I have to wash it in your washer I'm afraid it wouldn't fit afterwards."

"Good call.", I said. "Let's get a shirt." I made sure that she got a big baggy shirt so she wouldn't notice anything was off. It was a football jersey. "Plus", I said, "I'm sure I have plenty of shirts that you could wear at home." Then she wanted to get a bra.

"I didn't see a bra in the clothes you washed.", I said.

"No, but the bras I had were old and coming apart. I broke two just last Thursday and haven't been wearing one since. I decided to throw the four I had away. Two were gone, the other two were ragged and tight. I think the elastic in them got too old."

"Ohhh kay.", I said, with dread in my voice that was meant to let her know I was reaching the limits of my "man induced shopping time limit". That's MISTL; a medically recognized condition, by the way. She got the message.

"You know what? You're spending enough already. I can go without a bra. I've done so for a few days now. I only wear them half the time anyway, and that's only when I go out. It actually feels better going without. Plus, I won't be embarrassed shopping for training bras like I usually do. It can wait."

YES! Truth is, she really didn't need a bra, and she looked so good without one anyway.

We left and Julie changed in the car. I had the Beemer this time. She liked it. I liked seeing her change. She forgot to wear underwear that morning. Or maybe just didn't care. The bermuda shorts did a good job of showing off her legs. Did I mention she has great legs? I dropped her off and went back home to work, only finding out that I couldn't get much done thinking of Julie.

I picked her up from school later that day. Something seemed wrong. She didn't talk much this time; just stared out the window. It wasn't like her.

"What's wrong?", I asked.

"Oh, nothing really.", Julie replied.

"You can tell me."

"You won't get mad at me? Promise?", she said rather timidly.

"No. I couldn't get mad at you. Go ahead, tell me. What's bothering you?"

"Ok. This is probably too trivial to mention anyway. I mean it happens all the time to other girls. Right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I got hit on today. Twice. By two different guys. That doesn't usually happen to me. I'm sure it was just a coincidence."

Coincidence, my ass. She looked hot. Why wouldn't guys hit on her? Still, I didn't know how to feel about this. I spent most of the day pondering over her recent gain in height. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. Would she outgrow me? Both physically and emotionally; ending up with some towering behemoth of a man in the end? I shuddered. I didn't want to think of that. I was just getting her back into my life and now I was starting to feel that it would be over before it even began.

"It's no coincidence, Julie.", I said. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to say but I knew it would make her happy. "You're gorgeous. Everyone can see it. I can certainly see it."

"You're so sweet. Thank you. And I thank my lucky stars I met up with you the other day.", she said. "I always knew you would find your way back to me somehow."

"Yeah, about that.", I started. "I've never really apologized to you for breaking up when I went off to college."

"I understand. I know it's hard to keep a relationship going long distance. But I knew you'd come back to me some day."

"But that doesn't make up for what I did to you. I have to know, Julie. Did I make you feel bad?"

Julie had tears in her eyes again.

"It hurt. It hurt bad.", she said, looking down. But very quickly she bobbed back up and said, "But I kept up hope and now we're back together again." She was smiling again. But now I felt bad.

"I'm so sorry, Julie. I didn't want to hurt you. You were never anything but nice to me and I feel so shitty about what I did to you. At least now I can say that to you. I was afraid of ever having to face you again over that. The truth is, ... well, ... I really wanted to be able to date other girls at school without feeling guilty. Thanks for not holding a grudge."

"Did you?", Julie said.

"Did I what?"

"Date other girls."

"Oh. Well, a couple."

"Just two."

"No. A few." I wasn't about to admit my dreadful love life in college.

"How few?"

"I don't know. Seven. Maybe."

The truth was closer to two. Sure I went on dates and sort of dates. But they hardly ever amounted to second or third dates. Either they weren't interested in a me (or in a short guy) or I wasn't interested in them. Why was she asking so many questions? She was never this aggressive. I was beginning to sweat. I squirmed. I guess I owed her that though.

"Do you want to see other girls now?", Julie said.

"NO! We're back together again and I like that. We are back together, aren't we?", I pleaded.

"I don't know. Do you want to be back together?"

"Yes. Don't you?"

"I suppose so. I don't know. Maybe since you were fooling around with all those girls back in college I should take up the offers I got today. What would you think of that?"

Fuck! My heart came up into my throat. My mouth was getting dry and I was finding it hard to speak. I came back with a good retort though.

"What about Shawn?" Touche!

"Oh God! Don't bring him up. Ok, I'm sorry. I'll be nice."

"Don't worry about it. I probably deserved that.", I said. "I tell you what. Let's go get some ice cream."

"Ok."

I wanted to comfort her, not to mention comfort myself. We went to the ice cream shop which was just a little ways down from the college. I had my usual: one scoop butter pecan on a sugar cone.

Julie had a triple scoop cone, three different flavors. I can't remember what they were, but one was chocolate chip cookie dough, and on a big waffle cone too so "they could fit more ice cream in it." I don't know where she was putting it but she finished hers off before I finished mine. I didn't begrudge her based on having the recent conversation we had.

"Ready for work now?", I said.

"No. It's still early. I need to get my apron and put my school things away anyway. And then you don't have to drive me to work if you let me take the pickup again."

"Sure. No problemo." We went home. Julie got her stuff, then left in the pickup.

I spent the rest of the day thinking of Julie. About our conversation. About her getting taller. Was it my imagination? It certainly seemed real, but how could this happen? I didn't get much work done and had to go in to the office early the next day. So I went to bed early. I didn't fall asleep though.

I heard Julie come in at around 10:30. I waited for a little while but didn't hear her come up to her bedroom. On a hunch I got up and went to the window at the side of the house. Sure enough, the garage light was on. She must be out there working out. Such commitment. I vowed to work out more myself and went back to bed.


----- Tuesday

We saw each other briefly that morning. I had to go in to the office, she had to work that afternoon for only a few hours.

I got home around 6:00 to find Julie sitting on the couch studying. Nude. As in, buck naked. Not a stitch on. Barefoot too.

Oh, my. Mr. Happy there between my legs immediately took notice. Even after our shenanigans on Sunday, I was taken aback. She was stunning -- a goddess in the flesh. And oh that flesh: tanned, with her legs stretched out again on the coffee table like a couple nights before. Did I mention Julie had great legs? I could grow to like this.

"Hi. How did your day go?", she asked.

"Good. And how was yours?", I replied back.

"I took the pickup to school then to work this afternoon. I still had the keys from last night. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. I hope you didn't go to work like that though.", I said, trying to be humorous.

"And what if I did? Would that turn you on?", Julie teased.

Oh, dear. Mr. Happy stood up even prouder, if that's possible. She certainly was becoming the tease.

"No, don't worry. I didn't.", she continued. "I just don't have much to wear nowadays so I took off what I had for washing. I figured, why put anything else on?" She was turning into a nudist. I'm not complaining.

"You don't mind, do you?", Julie continued.

"I guess not." If I were being completely honest I would have said, "Oh, hell no!"

"How about you get comfortable too.", she said coyly.

So I took off my shirt and pants along with my socks and shoes. She got up and walked over as I was taking my underwear off. Looking at this beauty approach I was in heaven.

We hugged and she looked down into my eyes. She gave me a quizzical look, backed up, and looked down at my feet. Then she came closer and looked down into my eyes again. My eyes were looking into her mouth this time. A big smile crossed her face. Then she started laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God! I'm taller than you!"

---- Tuesday evening

The secret was out. It was clear to both of us now: Julie was the taller one. Not much taller, mind you. Only enough to be noticeable just between us.

My little friend, Mr. Happy, wasn't feeling so proud anymore that Julie was laughing at our new situation. But then I looked her over; from head to toe. Those legs were looking mighty fine. Did I mention Julie has great legs? Mr. Happy started feeling better again.

Still, I wasn't all that chipper. She sensed this.

"Aw, don't feel bad.", she said. I think she wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. I couldn't either. So, we hugged.

"Have you eaten yet?", she asked.

"No."

"I'll fix you something."

I wasn't feeling hungry.

"Let's go to bed then.", Julie said as she dragged me by the hand up to her bedroom. This was new. We had always been to my bedroom. The bed in there was just a twin, whereas my bed was queen sized. The twin felt even smaller now with both of us in it.

The sex was good, yet a little weird now that we both knew who was taller. In fact, our loving turned a corner that day. Things would never be the same. Big changes would be coming ever faster and upend my life.

For example, in just one week, she had become dominant. She had been growing more aggressive ever since the first time we went to bed together. I wasn't sure how I felt about this now that the roles were shifting. I needed time to think.

Later I started growing paranoid thinking about losing Julie. Surely guys would start hitting on her even more. Those legs could grow longer and even more beautiful. Did I mention she had great legs?

And I wouldn't be the only one who noticed anymore. Could I live with this? Would she still want me? Maybe she'd see me as other girls did: short and unworthy of her affections.

But we had a first that night. She went down on me. Oh God, how good that felt. Ever being the gentlemen (at least our roles hadn't switched completely) I reciprocated.

To say she had an orgasm would be like saying the Mississippi River is a creek. She squirmed and bucked so much I think both of us pulled a couple of muscles each. At least she was enjoying sex that night.


---- The next day

We both woke up at the same time. We laid together looking at each other for a little while, not saying anything. It felt weird being in a different bed, even if it was in my own house.

Finally, we got up. She had to go to school so she went downstairs to recover her clothes from the drier. Her butt looked really good that morning as she walked out of the bedroom door. I filed that picture away in my memory for later processing, then went to my room to shower up and get ready for the day. I'd be working from home.

While she was at school I decided to work out. I got out to the gym and picked up a couple of 10 lb plates to put on the barbell which was sitting on the rack over the bench. I was expecting to put a little more weight on the barbell to start, since Julie had used the weights last.

What I found on the barbell stunned me: there was 45 lb plus 35 lb plus 10 lb plates on each end: 180 pounds total. That was almost double my weight. Surely, more than double Julie's. Did she work out with that, or did she just do one lift to see how much she could do? Did she bench press or military press that?

I can only bench about 160 lbs. That odd feeling in my stomach started coming back. I hit the weights extra hard that day. After my workout I decided to get on the inversion table. Just to see if it would help. Julie really seemed to take to it. Maybe it would help to stretch me out.

I had to adjust the leg settings down. Not surprising given the revelations of the past couple of days. What was surprising is that instead of adjusting them down a notch like I expected, I had to adjust it four whole notches. That's four inches!

I remember when buying it I had to get a special, "kid size" type of table. I wasn't sure how far up this one would go, that is, how tall a person it would accommodate. It's lowest setting was for people down to 4'6". I hopped on and hung for the longest time I ever have: about an hour.

When I was done I didn't want Julie to find out how much I had to adjust it, so I set it back to where it was. Then I put weight back on the barbell for the same reason and went back into the house for a shower.

Julie had to work that night too so I didn't see her until that evening, around 6. After coming in the door she promptly undressed (I was secretly thanking the Lord for this) and then said she was going to work out.

She went upstairs and put on one of my sweat pants and baggy shirts. She had her running shoes on -- the ones that she couldn't tie without hurting her feet. I really will have to buy her some new shoes soon.

"I'll come with you.", I said. "But don't you want to eat first?"

"No. I'll eat later. I've been waiting for this all day."

And with that I was headed out to the gym for the second time that day.

Despite the recent knowledge of her out-growing me I still felt a thrill at this. I wanted to see how much weight she could press. I would use the excuse that I already worked out that day so that she wouldn't see how little I was lifting compared to her, but at the same time I would spot her and be able to see once and for all how strong Julie really was. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

After warming up with "only" 100 lbs she put up 160 on the barbell and started doing squats. I could see the muscles in her thighs bulge right through the sweats. Then she did some crunches and finally did some bench presses. She was pumping several reps with 140 lbs: two 45 lbs and two 25 lbs.

Yep, she was definitely stronger than I was. She upped this in later sets to, ... you guessed it, 180 lbs. And she did several reps with this weight. Finally, she put ten pounds more on. I was in awe. Here was my 4'9" sweetheart from high school out lifting me by a significant margin. Ok, not so 4'9" short anymore. How much taller was she? I would find that out later.

After some more exercises she decided to call it quits and hit the inversion table to finish off.

"Ew, you're really sweaty Julie. I should have brought a towel out with us.", I said. "I'll run in and get one. Give me a minute."

"Don't bother.", she said. And then she took off her baggy shirt and started wiping herself off. Her beautiful, pert, little breasts looked extra perky right then and not so little. They looked swollen, in fact.

She hung on the inversion table topless. I nearly lost my mind. Were they growing? And if so, was it all the sex we were having, or was this part of her growth spurt? I've never been one to complain about the size of a gals breasts, but the seemingly extra mass on her chest only worked to enhance her beauty.

When Julie finally decided to finish up and get off of the inversion table I walked up to her and kissed her. Then I kissed her breasts.

"Ooh, that feels so good.", she cooed. "Let's go inside and finish off."

"Why wait?", I said. And I meant it. I couldn't wait. I had to have her right then and there. So I undressed the rest of Julie, and myself, in record time and brought her over to the weight bench.

"Oh, shit. Hold that position. I need to run in for a condom."

"Don't bother, you don't need to do that anymore.", she said. Uh, oh. She was getting serious, I surmised. She wants to have kids. A million thoughts ran through my brain in that single moment right after telling me that.

"My mom brought me to the clinic last week. I'm on the pill now.", she said.

Phew.

"How could you afford that?", I said. "I thought you did't have the money?"

"It's not a big deal. I had enough this time. They make it cheap."

So, there's the explanation for her swollen breasts, I thought. But how much of this is the pill? How much is due to her growth spurt? Or was it all in my imagination? Maybe we'd have to go buy a bra for her, if nothing else to see what size she wears. I was going crazy. I did her right there on the weight bench.


----- Later that week

We both had been working or going to school the past couple of days and didn't see much of each other. But we were sleeping together. Life was good, but I couldn't shake that nagging thought in the back of my mind: will she get bigger? Will she leave me?

I had to go into the office Thursday and Friday morning for a meeting with a client. Why on a Friday, I'll never know. I got home that afternoon and Julie was standing there in the living room, waiting for me and holding a tape measure in her hands.

I don't know where it came from, but there it was; mocking me. I realized the time had come to find out how much things had changed.

"Come measure me.", she said.

I found a spot on a wall over the wooden floor where there was no carpet. I thought it would be better to mark the spot on the wall with a pencil and then measure it with the tape. So, off I went to the office and back I came with a ruler and a pencil.

I had Julie stand up straight with her back to the wall. She was already barefoot. I put the ruler on her head making sure it was level. I then marked it on the wall. We stretched the tape out and the truth was laid bare: 4'11-1/2". Just shy of five feet. Well at least she was still in the 4 foot club. I started walking back to the office with the pencil, ruler, and tape.

"Oh no you don't mister. Get back here.", Julie commanded as I tried to slyly slink off. She had caught me.

I took my shoes off and she did the same to me as I did to her. The verdict hurt: I wasn't even 4'10". I was 4'9" and almost and inch, putting me right under 4'10". She said, "We'll call it 4'10" even." I guess she was feeling generous. Then she marked the dates on the wall next to the height marks. It was now official -- she was two inches taller.

My mind was spinning. How did this happen? Grown people don't grow three inches in one week. Of course, I was assuming she was 4'9" when we started seeing each other again. And how did I lose a fraction of an inch? Maybe I wasn't ever 4'10" to begin with. Oh, no! What if I am shrinking?

I had to clear my mind. I went up to change and put my running shoes on. I was going out for a run.

"Hold on. I'll go with you.", Julie said.

We were out the door and running in the fresh breeze in no time. It felt refreshing. I needed this. It reminded me of simpler times when we would run together with the high school cross country team.

She used to flirt with me before and after practice. Flirting for Julie back then was basically hanging around and blushing. But it worked. We started going out. Sadly, it lasted under a year before I went off to college. I blocked that painful thought from my mind.

The course I had laid out is just under two miles. I showed Julie a path through the woods nearby that I like to take that's on the course.

It's a little rough and she wasn't keeping her footing like she used to. Maybe she needed new shoes. Or maybe she was just getting used to her longer legs. But she still seemed to enjoy this. We both always liked running in the woods together.

We made it back to the house in what seemed like record time for me. Unfortunately, I hadn't timed it. I was sucking air. Julie, however, wanted to do another lap around the course.

"Go ahead. I'll be here when you get back.", I said between sucking in big gulps of air.

"No, you're not. You're coming with me.", she insisted.

She then grabbed my hand and literally dragged me along with her. Damn, she was strong. Needless to say, I was completely out of breath and my shins were hurting when we got back. I wanted to collapse.

We took a shower together. Have you ever hugged someone, naked, and wet? I recommend it highly. It almost reinvigorated me. Almost. I was still tired.

I cooked some stew from a can that night and we went to bed together. Love making wasn't too vigorous this time. We were both tired and took our time. Or maybe we were just getting familiar with each other.

We did it long and slow. Her perky breasts from the other night seemed to be just as swollen as before. Maybe even more so. I lovingly sucked on her breasts for what seemed like hours. She seemed to like it. I wasn't complaining. We fell asleep in each others arms again.


----- Saturday

I awoke spooning Julie. This feels so natural, I was thinking. She finally stirred and we both got up, took a shower and started our day.

Julie had to work that morning. I insisted that I take her to work. I stayed there a little while and sipped on a coffee. Dark brewed coffee -- I like my caffeine. I left and did some shopping. I picked her up in the early afternoon.

I was putting the food away and then got ready to make a late lunch. I decided on making hamburgers on the grill. I was thinking it would probably hold us over the rest of the day if we have a light supper.

I needed to reach the big plate I kept on the middle shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets. I was up on my toes and couldn't quite reach it. I went over to grab the stool I keep in the corner for just such an occasion when Julie asked what I was doing.

I told her of my predicament and she walked over and grabbed the plate without even so much as getting up on her toes. It was really evident now that she was the taller one. Would she grow more or has it stopped? Questions like this dominated my idle thinking. I was obsessed. Not just with Julie but her growing too.

I made four hamburgers: two for her, two for me. I usually eat only one but decided if I couldn't eat the second I could save it as leftovers. I need't have worried. Julie ate three. She had it with all of the toppings too. Including cheese and mayonnaise. I hate mayonnaise. She also had extra helpings of potato salad and beans that I threw on the stove from a can. Hmm, I hope we won't be farting too much tonight.

We stayed on the back deck until the sun set. Julie sat back with her legs up, barefoot as has become usual around here. Did I ever mention how beautiful her legs were? And here they were in all of their glory.

They seemed to be much longer than when we used to go out in high school. I decided they looked even better. And those feet! Was I was developing a serious foot fetish?

I arranged our chairs facing each other and pulled Julie's feet up onto my laps. I started massaging them.

"Ooo. That feels really good.", she cooed.

I love it when she gets like that. It seems no one had ever given her a foot rub. With all the running she does and standing up at work all the time I can imagine that it was definitely a treat for her. I was making her feel good and that made me feel good.

On a whim, I moved back and put my feet up against hers. I was startled at the difference. The top of my toes barely reached the bottom of hers. Her feet were definitely bigger.

I was getting a mid year bonus in a couple of weeks and resolved to get Julie a new pair of shoes. Perhaps two. I didn't know how much I'd get yet, but I'm sure we weren't going to need to worry about it.

I moved back closer and once again started massaging her feet. Then I gave her toes a kiss. First on one foot, then the other.

After a little while I changed it up: I was using my tongue. She was really getting into it. So was I. I had never done anything like this before but I know what I like. And I liked this.

I settled on her left foot, licking both the top and bottom. She got extra noisy with her little "oooo"'s when I started licking between her toes. Then I started my way up. I took my time going up her leg, even spending extra time on her ankles and behind her knee.

When I reached the bottom of her shorts while licking the inside of her thigh, I stopped to take them off. Little minx that she is, she wasn't wearing underwear. So, there she was on the back deck, bottomless. I started where I had left off. When I got to her pussy I stopped.

"Hey!", Julie exclaimed.

I just smiled and switched to her right foot and began my way up again. I tried to go even slower this time. She wasn't having any of that though.

"Pleeeease! Finish me off.", she was actually pleading. I felt smug; I was the one making her feel this way. At this point I was wishing she was ten feet tall. Shit, what had gotten into me? I couldn't believe I was desiring her to be even bigger.

Well, finish her off I did. It's a good thing I live out in the country far away from my nearest neighbors. They would have heard Julie's moans. I'm sure they heard the farts.

----- Later

I woke up one morning and my reality had shifted. Julie was nowhere to be found. In fact, I couldn't find anything. Not even the edge of the bed. I sensed something was terribly wrong.

I was walking for a bit when the world shook mightily. I flew into the air and landed hard, but the ground was soft enough to break my fall.

"Ah, there you are.", I heard Julie's voice say.

I looked around and finally saw her. I had to look up. And up. And up. She was a hundred feet tall. No, I realized. I was small. How small? An inch? A centimeter?

A giant hand was coming at me at alarming speed. I panicked and started running but it caught me in no time. I was lifted to Julie's face. The hand was wrapped around my waist and it was then I realized I must have been about six to eight inches tall.

I surveyed her naked body from my new perch. Her boobs were the size of my bed. Her six pack stomach was like a sea of waves. I couldn't see her pussy. I craned my head around to see those legs go on for miles it seemed, though they were just 50 feet long. Did I mention she has great legs?

"Now that you're up we can have some fun.", she said. I felt my stomach go into my throat as I was whisked down between Julie's legs.

"Go ahead. Do it."

"Do what?", I was wondering. I was dreading where this was taking me.

"Get in there. Right now!", she commanded.

"No way. I'm getting out of here.", I yelled, panicking.

But then the hand grabbed me and moved me ever closer to her sex. I couldn't escape its grasp. Closer and closer until I was shoved in head first.

The world became a hot, dark, sticky, moist mess. The walls of her vagina were crushing me. I thought I heard her moaning in time with her pulsing vagina. I couldn't breathe. I kicked and kicked until my legs were shoved in too.

I could hear her muffled moaning, "Oh yes. Oh yeah."

I was choking, "NO! NO! NO!"

Then I awoke for real.

"You ok?" I heard Julie's soothing voice. But this time it sounded too much like my nightmare. I started moving away from her only to realize what I was doing as I abruptly came to my senses.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just a bad dream I guess."

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"No!"

"Yeah, that's what you were saying: no, no no."

"I don't want to talk about it. I don't remember.", I said, only then realizing that I was shaking.

Sensing this she said, "Do you want to be alone?"

"Yes. No. I mean, I don't know." She then held me for a bit.

"I know. Wanna take a shower together?"

"Sure.", I said. That always cheered me up and she knew it. It would probably do me good; get me refreshed as well as clean off all of that sweat.

I was washing her back and my eyes were now below her shoulders. I looked down, maybe the shower floor was uneven. No such luck.

She turned around to rinse off. I looked up into her eyes. I was certain she had grown more. How tall was she now? I needed to know. There was no more pretense now of who the bigger one was. I told her I wanted to measure her.

After drying off I brought her over to the wall where we had made our previous measurements. I wanted to get an accurate as possible measurement so we were naked.

I reached up with the ruler. I couldn't see the top of her head as easily as before. We measured. 5'3"! So now she had broken the five foot mark. A height I had aspired to all my life, only to fall short by a couple of inches. And now she had broken right through that barrier and the difference she was above was greater than the distance I was below it.

Julie was loving this. Never in her dreams did she ever think she would get this tall. She was thinking about catching up to her bratty little sister now I'm sure.

"Wait 'till Jill sees me.", Julie said. I can't help think that now she needed to grow but two more inches and she'd be taller than her sister.

I resigned myself to living with a giantess now. Ok, she was no giantess; not yet, at least. The whole world has now left me behind. Everyone I knew had surpassed me. I went to put the tape away.

"No, we're not done yet.", Julie said. "We have to measure you."

"Oh, come on. I haven't grown. You know that." Of course, we both knew that was not what she was getting at.

"We'll see. Come over here."

I was standing as straight and high as I could with my back to the wall. Julie was in front of me, all 63 inches of her, doing her best to get the ruler level on my head. She stood up on her toes and my eyes shot laser beams straight ahead to her nipples. Her bust had gotten larger; I just knew it.

"Not much change. Still 4'9" and a half.", she said.

"No, I was 4'9" and more than a half last time.", I interjected.

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure.", Julie said.

"Ok." I didn't expect any change but was glad nonetheless that I wasn't shrinking. I think I was more afraid of shrinking than of Julie growing. She was now just over five inches taller.

"Wait. I want to do something else; while you have no clothes on, ok?", I said.

"Um, ok"

"Give me the tape." I then wrapped it around her chest. First below her tits, then around the fullest part. The results were 30" and 33".

"I've never worn a bra over size 28. Hey, that's a size C isn't it? I could get used to this.", she said. So could I.

"I get my bonus soon. We can go shopping for bras if you want.", I said.

"We'll see. I've stopped wearing them outright you know?"

That fact hadn't escaped me.

"But I might need one, just in case. You know, for modesty.", Julie said.

"Sure."

"What I really need are more clothes that fit and some shoes."

"I know. Just wait a little bit until I get paid, ok?", I said.

"Oh, you're the sweetest Sam. I can't wait." < SMOOCH >. She planted a big ole kiss on my lips. We were still naked. I wasn't complaining.

She was in a really good mood. Me, not so much. But I was genuinely happy for her. Happy for her newfound height and the anticipation of spending my money, er, I mean shopping.

Spring was now undoubtedly here. The weather was warming and the end of the school semester was drawing near.

For her that meant graduation with an Associates degree. We would have to get something special for her, for sure.

She had been undergoing huge changes the past couple of weeks -- not only physical but emotional. I could see it in her confidence and the way we reacted to each other. I wondered what her new wardrobe would look like?


----- Pay day

I got a better bonus than what I had hoped. Over $1500. Julie was going to be very happy. It showed up by direct deposit on Friday. Unfortunately, Julie was working that Friday night and Saturday morning. Shopping would have to wait until Saturday evening.

But more bad luck: someone didn't make it in to work Saturday so she worked a whole day. Shopping would wait.

When Sunday rolled around she was too tired to get up early enough to go shopping. She didn't even do her exercise routine out in the gym that Saturday night. That's how tired she was!

Sunday was a waste pretty much. I did mow the lawn and she had to work Sunday afternoon. We spent Sunday evening just hanging around the house. But we had good sex Sunday night.

I had to go in to the office all day Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Wouldn't you know it, right after bonus day too. Julie had Monday off since she worked three days straight. And no school Monday either.

As much as I wanted to go shopping with Julie (yeah, right) I told her to go herself. I gave her $200 cash that I had taken out Saturday for her. She would not go shopping with me. (I cheered a little inside.)

I was a little beat coming home Monday night with all the traffic I had to put up with. But my senses perked up when I got home and walked past the living room.

Julie was sitting there in the nude again. Life is good. Her legs weren't up on the coffee table as I usually see her but what I could see of them were still stunning. Did I ever mention she has great legs?

"I thought you would have bought new clothes to wear today?", I said, somewhat joking.

"I did. You can see that later, ok? Now we're going to celebrate.", she replied. Shopping never fails to put girls in a good mood. File that away in your own memory.

She had two glasses on the table. One had half a glass of red wine. The other was empty. She said it was for me and began pouring some wine in it but as I came closer she said, "Not just yet. First you have to change."

This was certainly a change for Julie. I had never known her to ever drink alcohol. I hardly ever did.

"Change into what?", I said.

"Your birthday suit, silly."

I wasn't going to argue. When I came back down she motioned me to come closer. As I approached she stood up. And up. My eyes were below her nipples and my head below her shoulders.

She came right up to me and gave me a "boob hug". But how? I was stupefied. How could she have grown so fast? When we broke the hug and I looked down and had found my answer: she was wearing heels.

"You're wearing heels!", I exclaimed. I know, way to go Mr. Obvious. Hey, cut me some slack. My mind was still reeling from the sudden size change.

"Of course. You like?", Julie said.

"Um. I don't know. You've never worn heels before. Why now?"

"Why not. I love 'em. I feel so tall wearing these. And you look so small, Sam. You're like a handsome little kid now. It's delicious. Come give me a big hug again."

I was only a little reluctant but how can you refuse such a beauty. A naked beauty, I might add. I didn't want to stop.

"Give me a kiss.", she said.

I looked up at her. "You're kidding, right?"

"Kiss my nipples then. I love it when you do that." I was sure she had planned this.

Shit. I couldn't reach her nipples with my mouth. I got up on my tip toes. Still can't reach.

"Here, I'll help."

She bent down and I kissed her. Her nipples, that is. There was no way I was going to reach her mouth this way. She gave me peck on the top of the head.

"I really feel small now.", I said. That was the understatement of the year.

"Can you take off your shoes, please?", I pleaded. She relented and did so and we resumed our hug. I tried to kiss her on the lips. I still couldn't reach. She would not lean down either.

"What's the matter my little man?", Julie said.

Little man? That was the first time she used that name for me. It wouldn't be the last.

All of our kisses and affections the past couple of weeks had been with us pretty much lying or sitting down, so the height difference wasn't so apparent. But now, I felt totally emasculated. Our roles were definitely changing.

We finished off our glasses of wine and spent the night making love again. As always, it was great. But I still had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what to think of our new situation.


----- Play night

I had to go into the office again Tuesday. Julie had taken her last final exam that morning and had the rest of the day off. She was waiting for me again when I arrived home in the early afternoon. I didn't have to work so late that day.

I'd like to say Julie took me by surprise by greeting me naked again. But I got an even bigger surprise: she was wearing a dress. I had never, ever seen her wear a dress. She looked hot.

It was an orange summer dress with spaghetti straps. It came down to just above mid-thigh on Julie. And I noticed something else that I had never noticed before: her chest was sticking out.

"Go change.", she commanded.

"What? Naked again?"

"No. Wear something nice. We're going out for play night."

I didn't want to get too dressy -- I wanted an excuse not to go out dancing so I stayed fairly casual with a blue polo shirt and tan shorts. I put my docksiders on. Julie put on her heels. This was going to be odd.

"Are you sure you want to wear those?" I was pleading, in a way.

"Of course, silly. What else am I going to wear with my dress?"

She had a point there. And that combo certainly highlighted those strong legs. Did I mention she has great legs?

She was starting to get into the pickup when I said, "Wouldn't you rather go out in the Beemer?"

"Ok, but you don't know where we're going."

"Alright, I'll let you drive then.", I said reluctantly.

When we got in she had to move the seat back. Way back. Being that these were electric seats it took a few moments. Finally, with the seat back, her high heels off, and her seat belt on, we were off for a night of fun-filled merriment for play night. So I thought.

I noticed the seat belt coming across her chest was cutting right in between her boobs, calling attention to her new size. Mr. Happy there in my pants was enjoying this. Down boy. We have a whole night to get through.

The place we went to was a real surprise to me -- we arrived at the coffee shop where Julie worked. I thought she was just there to pick something up, or maybe she needed to talk to the boss or something. So I stayed seated while she got out of the car.

"Well? Aren't you coming?", she said.

"Are you going to be a while?"

"Yep."

"I thought you didn't have to work tonight?", I said, puzzled.

"I don't. We're out for play night."

"Why would you go to work on your day off?"

"Relax. I'm here to have fun. I always have to work when I'm here but I never get to enjoy the place."

We spent a little time in the back looking at antiques that they sell in addition to the main coffee and beverage part of shop. Julie never really got much chance to look back there. I was uninterested.

I felt a little let down, but hey, any night out with Julie looking like this was special. Even if she did tower over me.

She made sure to stick close as we walked together. She was clinging to my arm. I let her have her fun for I was sure this move was to accentuate our height difference. As if to say, "Hey everyone, look at my shrimpy little boyfriend!"

Maybe, I thought, I shouldn't let her do that but I didn't really have a choice. It still felt good to have her on my arm.

I had a small coffee. Julie had a milk-shakey-thingy. That's my word for it. It was basically the same as what you would get at the big coffee chain but they had to name it differently. "FrappaWappaDoWop" or something. All I know was that it had chocolate in it and it was huge. She ordered the largest size obviously.

We'd been chatting for quite a while and I was just about to finish my coffee when they started setting up the little stage.

It wasn't much of stage, to tell the truth. Just a little corner they cleared that had a wooden parquet floor. There was a stool, a couple microphones on booms, some equipment and two big speakers.

"What's that about?", I asked Julie.

"They're setting up for open mic night."

"I thought that was only on Friday's?"

"We had such a good turn out that they decided to do it on Tuesday's too."

Cool. This was turning to be a good night. To tell the truth I never liked going out clubbing the way some people do: the loud noise, the booze, and the dancing -- it's not my thing. I don't dance. So, this was a very welcome way to spend a night out.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this. So, who's the first act tonight; do you know?", I asked.

"Oh, there's only one act signed up."

"Really? Do you know who it is?"

"Sure. It's you!"

WHAM. That ton of bricks falling on me felt even worse than it sounds.

"NO WAY! Un, unh. I can't do that."

"Sure you can. You're great at home."

"But that's only for me. And you, of course." Oops, I may have just said something wrong.

"Oh come on. You're really, really good."

"I can't. I just can't do it. Besides, I sing with a guitar and I don't have my guitar here." There, that'll stop her.

"We have a guitar here at the house.", she said, and she pretty much dragged me up to the stage and there I met Mike.

Mike was the proprietor of the shop -- Mike's Coffee House. He was also the engineer that night. Ok, "engineer" might be a bit too grandiose, but he worked the amps and stuff for the stage. He was a real nice guy and I could see why Julie liked working here.

It took some effort on my part, but I climbed up onto the stool and someone handed me a guitar.

"Can you do a check for me?", Mike said.

"Um, sure."

"Well? Go ahead."

"Oh yeah. Uh. Test. Testing. Testing, uh, 1, 2, 3.", I said trying to sound like I knew what I was doing. But in reality, I had no clue. I'm going to flop, I just know it.

"Ok, sounds good. Strum some chords on the guitar so I can set the mic for that too, ok?"

"Ok." I strummed a little and fine tuned some of the strings. At least that made me feel a little better.

This was getting real. Too real. My heart was pounding. I was lightheaded. My body was physically shaking.

Damn you Julie, I thought, what were you thinking? Do you want to humiliate me that bad? First you tower over me with those new high heels, and take me out to show it to all your friends at my expense. Now this. I'll never live this down.

I had to think fast. "Think, think, think. I can do this.", I kept telling myself. What to sing?

I got it! Dylan. Dylan is the old standby, especially for folk singers, and that's my thing: folk music. My dad liked it and that's one of the few things I got from him -- a love of folk music. They also sang it back when I used to go to church.

Ok. "But which song?" Hopefully, I could get away with singing just one song. I'd run off the stage and grab Julie then go home; although dragging her now might be easier said than done.

Or maybe I could just do a solo on the guitar. I wasn't sure I could pull that off. I could probably strum, but finger work was going to be harder. I'd need a proper warm up and I couldn't afford that. This was really going to be hard.

I needed something easy. I had just decided to do "Blowing in the Wind" when Mike grabbed the mic (I know, too many Mikes, here) and began announcing,

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WELCOME TO MIKE'S COFFEE HOUSE AND ANTIQUE EMPORIUM'S OPEN MIKE NIGHT."

There was brief round of applause. Something I knew wasn't going to be forthcoming for me, for I knew I was going to flub this. The only question was how badly.

"WE HAVE A VERY SPECIAL GUEST TO PERFORM FOR US TONIGHT. HE IS THE SPECIAL FRIEND OF ONE OF MIKE'S VERY OWN BARISTA'S: LET'S GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO SAM!"

More applause. This was it. I took a couple of deep breaths. However, instead of calming me it actually made my head spin even more. I guess I had been hyperventilating ever since Julie dragged me up on stage.

I looked over to her and could see a big smile on her face. She was really enjoying this humiliation. I guess out-growing me wasn't enough; she had to go that extra mile. Well, I hoped she was enjoying this. I'll probably never want go out with her again.

I strummed a bar before piping in with the lyrics,

        How many roads must a man walk down,
        Before they call him a man?

I started slow, soft and even. This way my voice wouldn't crack since I didn't have a chance to warm up.

        How many seas must the white dove sail,
        Before she sleeps in the sand?
        Yes and how many times must the cannon ball fly,
        Before their forever banned?

And here comes the good part: the chorus. I always loved the way the verses of this song blended right into the chorus. My voice found this easy to do and I knew I could pull this off with a bit of style and pizazz, even though I was not properly warmed up yet.

       The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.
       The answer is blowing in the wind.

Yes! First verse done. I probably sounded better than Dylan himself, I thought. Now I just have to remember the rest of the words.

I hadn't noticed people in the crowd until toward the end of the song. I was too busy playing. I can usually do this in my sleep, so to speak, once I get going and then it gets real fun. Then I can concentrate on bringing out all kinds of emotion when this happens.

So, I was just starting to get going at the end: I was singing the chorus a second time at the finish, putting in my own touch and noticed that some in the crowd were mouthing the words. That's a good sign, isn't it?

I didn't have long to find out. I was done. I made it through a whole song without messing up, and more importantly, without throwing up. It took a few seconds but I thought I noticed someone clapping. Yes, I realized they were all clapping. For me. I did it. I really did it! And they seemed to like it. Well, ok, maybe only a little. It was such a simple song anyway. I can't expect too much.

I sat there for a pregnant moment. Silent. Did they expect me to do more? Oh shit. Now what? I guess I better think of something.

Let's try "Puff, the Magic Dragon". I loved this as a kid. It's also close to the same chord progression as "Blowing in the Wind", so I knew I could pull this one off. I could do a little finger picking too using both a real pick and my next two fingers. The guitar was mic'ed, so I wasn't worried too much about stressing the single string notes.

I put a little more into the voice this time, playing with the notes a little. Making some harmony out of it, that is. But for that, I needed other singers.

So, I relied on an old folk singers trick: enlisting audience participation. That is, I got the crowd to sing the chorus. I had to go over the words with them without singing it first, but to my surprise almost everyone knew the words and the tune anyway. Coffee houses do draw a special kind of crowd, I guess.

And so it began. OMG. Who did I think I was? Pete Seeger? It was going so well that we sang the chorus three times at the end -- one of those in a cappella. This was going pretty good. And I started relaxing and enjoying myself. If I was making a fool of myself I didn't detect it. So, I must be a contented fool. At this point I didn't care.

I was really getting into this, singing all kinds of folk songs. I did songs like "American Pie". That's a pretty long one by the way, but I pulled it off. I guess I had sung it enough times that I did't forget the words.

There were songs I would have liked to do but, I would need the words in front of me to remember them all: folks songs, pop, even country. I like a lot of different things.

I don't know how long I was up there or how many songs I sang but my mouth was getting dry and the singing was starting to stress my vocal chords.

I decided on one last song. It was Harry Chapin's "Circle Song". A good one to end with by the way.

When it was over I got a standing ovation. They wanted more, but I just couldn't go on. Believe it or not, I was pretty much beat. I really wanted to sing more, but it was not to be that night.

Afterwards, I had to sit down. I was sipping on some sort of juice drink that Julie said was good for me.

Julie had a huge smile on her face. She had that smile the whole night come to think of it. I noticed for the first time that Julie never once talked of herself tonight; only of me.

People came up to us and wanted to talk. Some would shake my hand. They all thanked me for playing. And they praised me. I could physically feel my head swell up. (Ok, I'm exaggerating.)

I met and talked with Julie's co-workers. I felt good despite being spent. We stayed a little while longer at the coffee house but it was getting late and I had to be at the office tomorrow by 9:00 AM sharp.

So, we said our goodbyes and left. I think I was feeling better than I ever have in my life. Julie was beaming.

I had suspected that Julie had come out tonight to show off to her friends. I thought it was to show off herself in her new dress and heels.

But, I realized that night, that she was there not to show off herself but to show off Sam. She was there as my cheerleader and trophy.

Did she think of herself that way? I hoped not. She meant so much more to me. She did this for me. I don't care how much bigger she gets. I love her.

Ever since we got back together a few weeks ago Julie has been the one who had cried. That all changed; it was my turn now. Before we got into the car I hugged her and buried my head in her chest and just cried. And for the first time in my life I felt ... accepted.

We got home and went straight to bed. You can guess the rest.

----- The next day

Each day since Julie moved in we had become closer. I had now realized that were truly in love. It's funny; we had said that to each other in high school, but it felt much different now. Of course, she hadn't towered over me then either. Each day now, I was looking forward to spending it with Julie, and of looking up to her, higher and higher.

However, we saw each other only briefly the next day, Wednesday morning: I needed to go into the office early.

People at the office noticed how good a mood I was in. People would comment on how "chipper" I looked. Or about my smile. One gal even commented on how great I looked.

Still, it was a long day and I didn't get home until that evening. Julie was working late. I stayed up waiting for her. She came in around 10:30.

"Hey."

"Hey."

We traded pleasantries.

"How was your day.", Julie said.

"Hectic. I had three meetings today. Ever heard the phrase 'death by meeting'? I've experienced death."

"Aw, you poor thing. Come here."

We hugged then I fixed both of us some tea while Julie changed into shorts and a t-shirt. (I bet you were thinking she'd be naked. You naughty thing. It's ok, I was hoping she would be too. But we were still both tired and weren't up to making wild sex.) Coffee would have kept us up too long but tea would be soothing. It was tacitly understood that we would be talking tonight.

"You didn't wear your heels today?", I asked.

"They're not comfortable and not really suitable for work."

"Uncomfortable, I bet. I saw how you were wobbling last night.", I teased her.

It was true, she looked like she hadn't gotten her "sea legs" yet, so to speak. It's understandable since that's the first time I believe she had ever worn heels out.

"No, really. My knees have been hurting lately and the heels were putting too much pressure on them, I guess. Even the tennis shoes hurt when I stand."

"Come sit closer and put your legs up here. I'll massage them for you."

"Mmmm. That's good."

Did I mention she has great legs? I didn't consider this work; it was heaven. But there was something nagging at the back of my mind and this was a good chance to talk about it.

"Julie, I've been thinking."

"Yes?"

"With your growth, and now your legs hurting, maybe you should go see the doctor."

"Nah.", she dismissed me. "I've just been standing a lot with work and stuff. Plus I've been working out pretty hard too. I never got much of a chance to work out since graduating from high school you know. I guess I'm just making up for that."

"Well, maybe you should cool it a bit with the weights. Or maybe that inversion table is making your legs hurt."

"Oh, it can't be that. The inversion table feels so good."

"So does heroin. Right up until it kills you.", I warned.

"Stop talking like that."

"Ok, sorry. It's just that, ... I'm a little worried is all."

"Oh, don't worry honey. Besides, I can't really afford to see the doctor right now."

"You will be able to soon. How's the job search coming?"

"Good. I got two offers today!"

"Great. What about that place on the other side of town? That construction company?" I was secretly hoping that she'd find a job close by.

"Greg's gravel? That's one of them. The other one is in the city. I'm not sure I want to travel into the city everyday; I'm really leaning towards Greg's right now."

"Yes!", I thought.

"They have health insurance, no?", I asked.

"Yes. They all pretty much offer it."

"It's settled then. As soon you start working full time you're going to see the doctor. Promise?"

"Alright. I promise."

"So, how was your day.", I said.

"Not bad. Everyone was talking about you at work today."

I could actually feel my face turning 100 shades of red.

"I hope it was good talk.", I said, adding a little sarcasm, hoping it would hide my embarrassment.

"Of course it was good. I was so proud of you last night."

More shades of red. I felt like saying "Aw, shucks." Don't worry folks, I'm not that dorky.

"Julie?"

"Yes, hon."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I didn't do anything really."

"Yes, you did. I would have never done anything like that on my own."

"I know."

"I could've just backed out you know."

"You could have, but I knew you wouldn't."

"So sure of yourself, huh? Let me tell you something: that was one of the hardest things I've ever done. You have no idea how nervous I was. I felt like throwing up."

"I knew you would do it. Why didn't you sing one of your own songs?"

"NO!"

"They're really good."

"NO! I won't and I don't want to talk about it."

"What about the one about the little boy who's recruited to be a suicide bomber?"

"Hell no! People would take that the wrong way."

"But it's a good song, especially the way you play the guitar with it."

"No. That's the end of it. Please, let's not talk about this."

"Alright, alright! But I told people at work that you write your own songs too. They want to hear them. I know you'll play your own songs for everyone some day, I'm sure."

"How do you know?"

"Because I challenged you and you don't back down from anything."

"Sure, I do."

"Oh, yeah? Name one thing you ever backed down from."

"Well. ... I'm sure I could think of something. Just not right now."

"See. Did you ever think about why I went out with you in high school?"

"I thought it was because we were both little."

"Ha. I suppose that's part of it. The big reason is because you always stood up for yourself. You never backed down from anything. You were brave. And scrappy. Especially if you thought you were right. I wanted to be like that."

"You wanted to be like me? It's a miracle I never got myself into trouble."

"I used to watch you wrestle. You were the most handsome guy in school in your wrestling uniform. That's another reason I went out with you."

More shades of red.

"And what about that time you beat up James Stilwell?"

"Who's that?", I said.

"You know. The guy that made rude remarks about your sister."

"Oh, you mean Jimmy. Yeah, I remember that. He was a major jerk."

"He was also over a foot taller than you."

"Yeah, well, so was everyone else. Besides, I wrestled. Jimmy was just a wimp. A major, jerky, wimp."

She laughed. "Nobody ever picked on you after that, did they?"

"No, I guess not. So?"

"So, do you know why?"

"Because I was a threat to no one."

"No. Because everyone knew you were right, and they were now afraid of you."

"Pffft. Nobody could be afraid of little ole me. And I do mean little. Beating up Jimmy was no great feat; he only picked on those smaller than himself. He never picked on jock's unless they were my size."

"You beat him badly. And when you had the chance to really humiliate him you stopped. I was really proud to be your girlfriend then."

"Aw, shucks." Oops. There, I said it this time. Ok, I'm officially a dork.

"So, Julie?"

"Yes?"

"How come we, ... you know, ... um, never went, like, all the way? Back in high school."

"You mean sex?". She was blushing this time.

"Uh, yeah. You seem to have gotten over that though.", I laughed.

"Ha ha.", she said. "So this is about sex?"

"No, about high school, really.", I said.

"I'm a little embarrassed about the reason. You never shamed me into it. Or forced me to in any way to have sex with you. I really appreciate that. I, I, ..."

"What?"

"I wasn't ready."

"Yeah, neither was I. I did some stupid things I shouldn't have."

"No. I mean I wasn't ready physically."

"Oh."

"I mean, ... I didn't really get my period until right before I turned 17. I was a senior by then. That was only a couple years ago."

"Oh, I had no idea."

"It's ok, it's not something you talk about."

"Ok. But I wasn't ready either. I mean emotionally. Maybe it's a good thing I went away to school. I think we've both grown." But only one of us had grown physically.

"Well, here we are.", she said.

"Yeah, here we are."

There was a long moment of silence.

"Want some more tea?", I asked.

"Sure. I don't think any of us have anything tomorrow morning right?"

"Right. I'll put the water on."

After coming back we resumed our discussion. Julie began,

"So, how is your sister?"

"I hate her."

"No, you don't!", Julie said.

"No, you're right. I don't."

"Why would you say that?"

"She's a brat."

"All sisters are brats. Look at mine."

"No, I don't want to look at Jill. I'd rather look at you."

"Aw, you're just trying to sweet talk me, aren't you?"

"I am sweet.", sticking my tongue out at her. "Besides, Erin treats me the same way Jillian treats you. She makes fun of me for my height. I wish she were two feet tall."

The truth was Erin was even taller than Jill -- 5'7" to Jill's 5'5". I think she was anyway. She told me so once when she was making fun of me.

"I thought your sister was nice.", Julie continued.

"To others maybe. She's a terror to me. How is Jill and your Mom doing?"

"They're fine. They're going to be at the graduation next week. You can talk to them yourself."

"Have they seen you lately?"

"You mean seen how tall I've gotten? No. Not really."

"You'll be as tall as Jill. I bet that will shut her up!", I exclaimed, smiling.

"I'm still not quite that tall. Yet."

"I don't know, Julie. I think you've been growing even more. Are you going to wear your heels?"

"Yep. I plan on it."

"Ha, ha. Jill will certainly be surprised.", I exclaimed.

"Yeah, and so will Mom."

"You sound nervous."

"A little."

Julie was still growing, I was sure of it. I could tell in our shared shower time that her back and shoulders were getting wider. And by how much further I had to look up into her eyes.

I really didn't care to meet Jillian again. Or, Jill, as she preferred. Julie would get under her skin by being the only one to get away with calling her by her proper name, Jillian. I was hoping she would do so at the graduation. The whole thought of Julie surpassing Jill made me smile.

To be clear, Jill was still a senior in high school. She would be graduating soon too.

My sister, Erin, on the other hand, was only two years younger than I and had graduated from high school a year ahead of Julie.

Now Erin was working at the clothes store in the new shopping center as a check out clerk. Real good job that. Or so my parents thought.

They were always saying, "Erin this" and Erin that". They never talked about me. She was always their favorite: tall, pretty, big boobed, blonde hair (which was not her natural color.) I was sort of the family let down.

The fact that I was on the varsity wrestling team four years straight or that I graduated cum laude or that I was musically talented (Erin couldn't sing on tune if her life depended on it) or that I now had the best job (I was making more money than Dad now) and had a better house was of no importance to them.

They were always buying Erin things. She got the new computer. I got her old one. That is, until I could afford to buy one myself, very recently I might add. I told myself I was better than all of them. Needless to say, I barely kept in touch even though I was living no more than 20 minutes away.

"You are coming to my graduation, aren't you?", Julie said.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. It will be my time to be proud of you."

"Aw, thanks. You won't mind, will you, that I'll be wearing high heels?"

"No. Of course not", I said. Although that wasn't totally the truth. "How high are those heels, anyway?"

"I think they're about four inches."

"Hey, why don't you get them and we'll find out, ok?" Now's my chance to see if I'm right about her continuing growth.

"Oh kaay."

She went to get her heels and I went to get the tape measure. I was very pleasantly surprised when she had come back out completely naked. "The programming is working" I told myself inside my mind, with an evil grin.

There was no way I could reach the top of her head this time so I dragged a chair from the dining room over. I stepped up and put the mark on the wall. She measured it.

"Wow. Six feet!"

Holy crap! She was six feet tall in heels. Wait, that means ...

"Damn. Ok, take 'em off and get back up against the wall."

She took off her heels and I got back up on the chair and made the mark. She measured again.

"I can't believe this. I'm 5'8"!", she squealed.

Her heels were indeed four inches. And I was indeed right about her continuing to grow.

But even without the heels, that put her almost a foot above me. And now she really was taller than Jill. Taller then Erin even.

She grew, what, five inches in a little less than two weeks time? And nearly a foot in a little over a month. This was crazy. We'd plainly have to get her to the doctor soon.

"Julie. I don't know what to say. You're beautiful." I tried to say it sincerely so that she wouldn't detect any concern in my voice. "Hey, you wanna measure me now?", I said.

"No. You haven't grown any."

"You know what I mean."

"It's ok. People don't shrink."

"Ok." That was a little weird. She seemed eager to before.

She lifted the chair like it was nothing and brought it back to the dining room, whereas before I had to drag it. Then she started to go back to the bedroom.

"Wait.", I said.

"What?"

"Stay like that."

"You mean naked? Or with heels?", she laughed.

"Whatever you decide.", I said. She put her heels back on. Then she walked over until we were touching and she was looking down on the top of my head. She giggled.

"This is so cool. Would you like me to be even taller?"

"I ... don't know." I really didn't know how I felt about this. I felt even smaller when she came up close to me like this. Yet, there were perks. Like being able to look her straight in the nipples. I bet with my shoes on I could lick them standing up.

And those boobs were definitely getting bigger too. Not just in proportion with the rest of her, but actually bigger on her. They were definitely C cups I thought. Maybe I was turning into a big boob guy, or rather Julie was turning me into one. So many things were changing so fast.

"Would you worship me?"

"I worship you already.", I said.

"Wait until I'm really six feet tall."

And if she kept growing the way she had been there's no doubt in my mind that would be in no time at all.

"Julie?", I said.

"Yes?"

"I don't care how tall you get. I still love you."

"I love you too.", she said. Then she bent down to kiss me, still in heels. She had to bend way down this time.

We went to bed, hardly touching our second cups of tea. Needless to say, it was a good night of love making.


----- Thursday morning

I had work to do at home. But it would give me a good chance to work out later. Julie had to go in that night. We took a shower together. When we got out Julie said, "Are you going to work naked?"

"Why not." And so we both stayed naked. Almost. Julie wore her heels.

"Are you going to be walking around the house like that?"

"But you're naked, and you've never minded me being naked before?", she said being bit cheeky.

"No, silly. With heels on?"

"Well, naturally. I have to get used to them after all."

Somehow I didn't think that was the real reason. We went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

"Oh now look. That refrigerator is so dirty.", she said in a false tone.

"What are you talking about?"

"The top of this refrigerator is an absolute mess. You should be ashamed of yourself for your dirty house."

It's not like I could reach or even see up there. It was pretty much forgotten. I stood there with my hands on my hips, a wry smile on my face.

"Yeah, right.", I said.

"Oopsies!" She looked down at me. "I forgot, my little man can't see up that high."

And with that she literally grabbed me under the arms and lifted me high enough to see over the top of the fridge. She must have lifted me over a foot; and with ease too. Then she hugged me to her chest. I gotta tell you, being held like that woke Mr. Happy up. Had she not caught me by surprise though I would have probably not have enjoyed it so much.

"Uh, yes. I see. Put me down now."

"Aw, you're no fun."

She put me down. I actually felt let down in more ways than one. But I wasn't going to let on, stubborn as I am.

"Kiss me.", she said, standing straight as she could. In fact, she may have been leaning back a little too much.

I went up on my tip toes but my mouth still couldn't reach her nipples. She didn't budge. So I just gave her a peck on each of the lower parts of her left and right boobs.

"Really?", she said. "Here, let me help."

Then she lifted me again so we could properly kiss this time, on the lips. She had Mr. Happy's full attention now.

"Oh, look at this.", she squealed with glee. "I think someone is happy to be picked up?"

"Ha ha. Very funny", I said. Then she spent the next five minutes carrying me around all over the kitchen.

She'd open cabinets and show me all the space I haven't used at the top. She'd reach in with one hand and say, "You shouldn't let this space go to waste you know." Yeah, easy for her to say. In her heels, I might add. I don't know, maybe she could reach them without her heels.

"Aw, my poor little man.", she would mock. "I bet you've never touched the ceiling before."

And neither has she I was willing to bet. Then she lifted me up from under my arms until my head touched the ceiling. "Ouch."

"See how fun it is to be tall? Too bad my little man isn't growing too. But then he wouldn't be my little man anymore. We can't have that now, can we?", she said in a mockingly high voice.

That's right, rub it in. She brought me over to the couch in the living room, still holding me, then sat down and set me on her lap.

"Would my little man like to suck on my big titties?"

Now this was getting interesting. So I latched on to her right one. I wrapped my left hand around the outside of her tit. It only covered a portion of the massive globe of flesh that had recently shown up.

She had unquestionably been visited by the titty fairy recently. I started moving down her washboard stomach. I was going to take control now. So I thought.

"Ah, ah! You haven't finished sucking my titties yet."

Ok, so, this time I went to her left one. I was licking all around her areola. An areola I might add that had about doubled in diameter since a couple of weeks ago. After a while I moved my eyes up to hers with a pleading look.

"Yes. You can now worship the rest of me.", Julie proclaimed.

And I did. I only went down past her belly before I hopped off and moved to the other side of the couch.

I brought her legs up, taking off her heels. This was turning into ritual magic -- I went slow and deliberate. I looked up and down those long, beautiful legs. Did I mention she has great legs?

And like the last time I had "worshiped" her legs out on the back porch, I moved my feet up against hers for a comparison.

This time the top of my toes only reached the bottom of the balls of her feet. I think her feet were growing bigger than the rest of her. I wondered if she would take kindly to me calling her "Sasquatch". But I know better than to say that. And at this point making her mad would be suicide.

That's right. She was becoming physically intimidating. How could she not, as big as she was getting? And none of it was fat. She was all lean, mean muscle.

But not like a bodybuilder. More like a fitness competitor. Or a track star! I wasn't sure how strong she was but I knew for a fact that she was stronger than I. I wouldn't want to push my luck at this point. Afraid, you ask? Yeah, kind of, now that you mention it.

I was massaging, kissing and licking her feet, and then legs; now Julie was changing her smug tune. She started breathing hard. Soon she'd be cooing. God, I'm good. Hey, a guy's got to brag where it comes to gals, right?

When I made it to her crotch she was ready. Wet and ready. Hmmm. What to do? I could go down on her. Or I could fuck her. I know, let's do both. At least I'd fuck while I could.

Do you suppose she'll outgrow me so much that she'll outgrow my dick? Ugh, shudder the thought. I hoped there'd be a long way to go before that. So, I went down. And I brought her down; and up, and down. She was more than cooing now. She was moaning.

Julie doesn't scream but she does moan quite a bit when she comes. And she shakes. When I thought she had had enough I mounted her. It was my turn to come now.

She sat up though, grabbed me under the butt and stood up. We tried to stay this way, with me in her, but it didn't work out very well. I guess we'll just need more practice. It was funny and we both started laughing.

She then switched us around into the 69 position and stood up again. I was upside down but this worked better, and the novelty of it got me off in no time. I couldn't reach her growing clit this way, but she already had her good time. Too bad. It looked as if her clit was growing more in proportion to the rest of her, like her tits.

"That was awesome.", I said.

"I agree."

Then she put her heels back on, stood up and hugged me. It felt good, but she was starting to enjoy this a little too much, I thought.

We both cleaned up again and I went to work in my home office. She got ready and left for work that afternoon. Good, now I can go out to the garage and work out I thought. I put my workout clothes on.

As I passed by the wall where we were keeping our measurements I looked up at where the six foot mark was. Wow, that was high. So was 5'8". To me, anyway.

Then I looked at my mark and saw two of them. Being curious I retrieved the tape measure. The top mark for me was a little below 4'10". That must be the 4'9" and almost an inch of my first measurement.

But the one below, I had measured to be just below 4'9" and a half. So, she was right that second time, it was not a mistake.

I really am only 4'9" and a half. In fact, I'm below that by about an eighth of an inch. That means, rounding down, I'm officially 4'9". The same height as Julie used to be. Shit! I'm regressing.

Well, no reason to mope about that, I thought. It's less than an inch. I went to the gym. I immediately went over to the barbell hanging on the rack over the bench.

Each side held a 45, 35, two 10's and a 5 pound weight. That's 210 pounds. Wow. She's getting really strong. Was this a one time lift, or did she actually work out with this, doing several reps? I remembered she did several with the 180 that was up before.

I reasoned that she was probably using this much weight with several reps at a time then. I got under and tried to bench this much. Wouldn't budge. Fuck! This is just so unfair!

I took the weight off and proceeded with my own workout. I was completely distracted by all the changes and the workout didn't feel right. I couldn't get into it. Therefore, I couldn't handle as much as I usually do.

Finally it came time for a warm-down and I decided to hop on the inversion table. Whoa! My butt couldn't even reach the pad. I had to get off to adjust the feet. I hung for about a half hour, maybe a little less, and then half heartedly went back inside.

I thought I would feel refreshed. I usually am after a workout. But I just felt off today. I'll get back to it tomorrow, I thought.

I made myself a sandwich then went back to work. I stayed on the computer until Julie came home that night, again around 10:30. We both went to sleep.

----- Graduation prep

Graduation day was finally upon us. This was the second Thursday after Julie's last exam. I told them at work that I was taking off that day. I really was proud of Julie.

She would be getting her Associate's degree in something business related -- Business Administration I think. I wasn't really sure, but then I'm a computer science snob and don't pay much attention to anything else.

Julie was smart, and a hard worker. She was kind, considerate and ready for her first real, full time job. She deserved this. And she was beautiful. Did I mention she has great looking legs? And I loved her.

Julie had new clothes too. She mentioned she needed some. I wasn't sure if she was outgrowing the new clothes she had just bought a couple weeks ago, or if she just needed something more appropriate for graduation. So I gave her another $200.

She wanted me to come with her. We went shopping Saturday morning at a shopping mall that was a several minutes drive away. Ugh. But, you know, the sacrifices you make for love.

We bought cute little socks, the kind that only come up to the ankle, and panties at one of the department (anchor) stores. I just sort of roamed around while she was in the panty department. She didn't want to get a bra here though.

She grabbed a pair of suit pants. They were size 12, misses. She had to get something marked long, and even here she tried on several until she found some that were long enough. I was wondering how long these would last before she outgrew them. They would be good for her new job.

She decided to go to work for Greg's Gravel. A whole new pantsuit would have been nice, but it was over $100 and we decided to wait. I was worried if we bought it today it wouldn't fit by next month, when she was going to start her new job. We also picked up a couple pairs of shorts.

Then we bought some running shoes. She said the new ones she had didn't fit properly. Yeah, I wonder why. Could it be she had out grown them in two weeks? She would still wear the other pair most of the time, she said, reserving these for running.

So, we went to a sports shop for this. We bought a brand pair of running shoes. They were more expensive than your average big mart brand, but not too bad. And hey, you need good shoes to protect your body when running. Plus Julie had been having problems with her legs lately. Good choice, I say.

Then it was time for bra shopping. There was a shop in the mall she wanted to go to because they would actually fit her for the proper size.

"Please, don't make me go in there.", I pleaded with Julie.

"Alright. They probably won't let you in anyway.", she said, laughing.

Phew. Dodged a bullet, I did. I went wandering around the mall for a while. It took them over two hours for a simple bra.

She ended up buying two, totaling almost $100, but vowed to go back once she was working full time. That broke our $200 budget, but that didn't matter. I wanted the best for her. And these had better be good bras!

We had lunch at the mall eatery. I had Schezuan Beef. Julie had spaghetti -- two full servings of spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic bread. Then an ice cream cone and a pretzel for dessert. That girl can eat.


----- Graduation day

Julie had the cap and gown ready to go. She wore the dress that she bought a couple of weeks ago. It didn't fit. It didn't fit good anyway. Or I should say, it was not modest. She was busting out all over. It barely reached the bottom of her butt now. But it did look sexy.

I just knew she had another growth spurt. Actually, it's more proper to say her growth spurt hadn't stopped yet. I was still wondering how tall she had grown by now; time for another measurement. Even her high heels were looking a bit tight. When she sat down in the car the dress rode up so high I could see her panties. I know, you don't have to say it: I'm a pervert.

We drove to the community college early so we could get a good parking spot near the basketball courts -- the only place big enough for everyone to gather. We were going to meet her Mom and sister there. Julie went to where all the graduates were gathering and I was left to greet her family when they showed up.

"Have you seen them yet?", I asked.

"No. I'll see them after graduation. You all can sit together, if you want."

I wasn't sure if I really wanted to, but I did want to see the look on Jillian's face when she saw how tall her sister had grown. This was going to be good.

"Ms. Thompson. Ms. Thompson! Over here.", I called. I was lucky to have picked them out of the crowd. Would they remember me? I knew Julie's sister would.

"Hi, Sam!", Julie's Mom said as she gave me a big hug. It actually felt good, the knot in my stomach unraveling, when we hugged. I was little nervous about meeting them.

"Hey, shrimp."

"Jill, that's not nice.", Julie's mother said.

"Whatever.", Jill replied, rolling her eyes.

"I'm so glad you and Julie got back together. I always knew you two were right for each other. Oh, you should have heard her talk about you when you came back to town. And when I heard you were letting her stay with you I knew she'd be better off than that other guy. What's his name? Steve?"

"Shawn, I think."

"Right.", she spat. "Anyway, I hope you two are getting along.", she said, winking.

Well, I obviously have the blessing of Mom.

"So, you have a house now, huh?", Jill piped up.

"Yes, I do."

"You must have really lucked out.", Jill said. I think she was trying to minimize that accomplishment.

"Yep.", I said. I was not going to play her game. I knew that it was better than anything her and her Mom ever lived in. I felt bad about that for Mom. But not for Jill.

"Actually,", I said, "I lucked out on getting back together with Julie." I was rubbing it in Jill's face because I knew she couldn't keep a relationship going more than a month. I assumed she still hadn't.

"Whatever, you say, shrimp. You two were surely meant for each other."

"Yes, we most certainly are meant for each other.", I beamed. I hoped it would irritate Jill. From the look on her face, I think I succeeded.

We took our seats and the ceremony began. Finally, after all the speeches, they got around to calling out names. I stood and clapped when Julie's name was called. I wanted to whistle but they cautioned against that before the ceremony began. Mom stood too. Jill stayed seated; she looked bored. Good for her.

When they were handed their diploma, it was just the vinyl cover. This way they wouldn't mix up names. The graduates had to go to the other side of the building and queue up behind the appropriate table by last name to get the actual piece of paper.

It was the same way when I graduated, only I had to go to the computer science department. My graduation was much bigger, of course, and they had to split it up. I was with the engineering and science majors. They held the life sciences, business, art, and so on, ceremonies separately, at different venues and times around campus.

So we moved with the crowd and waited. Finally Julie came walking out with her diploma wearing her cap and gown. Jill hadn't noticed. Julie walked right up and I gave her a hug, my head nestling into her bust.

"Awww, I'm telling Julie you're cheatin' on her.", Jill said with a grin.

Then, Julie looked down and said, "Hey Jillian. Who's my guy cheatin' with?"

Jill's eyes got real big and her mouth opened when she realized it was Julie. Julie had her heels on and had quite a few inches on Jill. We all laughed. Except Jill.

"Oh, honey. You're so ... beautiful.", her Mom said.

"Oh be real. She's a fucking monster.", Julie got in before anyone could stop her.

"Jill!, her Mom scolded her, "Stop being mean. That's your sister; and her friend. Be nice to them. You don't want them to mess up your graduation next week, do you?".

"You mean be nice to the freaks? I don't want to see them at my graduation."

"That's enough. I won't let you use the car if you keep this up."

"Yeah, right. Ok, I'll be nice.", Jill spat out.

Despite the bad vibes coming from Jill, I was still happy. Happy and proud for Julie. I was not going to let Jill spoil this day and neither was Julie.

We got into our cars with the understanding we'd meet at the fancy burger grill for lunch. When Julie got in she took off her robe and the hem of her dress rode up. I was really liking her too small dress right then. Everything she had on seemed too small for her. I know: pervert.

"You keeping the heels on, right?"

"Of course. I want to see Jill's face when I walk right up to her."

Bravo, Julie.

When we got to the grill, Julie did run right up to her Mom and sister in the parking lot. With Julie's heels on Jill only came up to Julie's chin, maybe lower. I think Jill was wearing heels too. But Julie was still taller. Jill backed away. I laughed. We didn't have to wait too long to be seated.

Julie's Mom and I talked and talked. We talked mostly of the relationship and where it was going. She was really interested. I didn't hold back. I told her just how I felt about her daughter.

She asked about my job and school. She kept saying how impressed she was and how grateful she was that Julie found such a great and upstanding guy. I was loving this. I hoped Julie didn't think I was monopolizing the conversation with her Mom. I'm not sure I cared at this point: it was a pleasant change for me.

Jill would get her jibes in once in a while but they weren't as bad as I figured. I think she was, for the first time in her life, intimidated by her older sister. Jill could not look Julie in the eyes.

The one thing that was not mentioned was the white elephant in the room. You know, the subject of Julie's growth.

Finally, it was time to go. I payed. We all walked over to her Mom's car. We said our goodbyes.

"Julie, you've grown into such a beautiful woman. I'm so proud of my baby.", Mom said, and she was looking extremely proud too.

I could see how happy this made Julie -- there were tears in her eyes. Her Mom was truly accepting and happy for her. They hugged and more tears came to Mom and Julie.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this is for you, Julie.", Mom said, wiping the tears away, before getting into the car. Julie's Mom gave her a card and a present. It was a manicure set. It wasn't much but I could tell Julie was really grateful.

Before leaving Mom turned to me and said, "You two don't be strangers. Come and see us sometime."

"And you'll have to do the same.", I said. "Come on out to the house. I'll cook on the grill outside. We'll have fun. Julie can give you directions, ok?"

"That would be wonderful. Please, Julie -- and you too Sam -- stay in touch, ok?"

We assured her we would. I really liked Julie's Mom. I could tell she liked me, and everyone could tell she was very proud of Julie. I think I could like her even more than my own Mother. My family never made it out to my graduation. Ok, I guess it was pretty far. Still, they could've afforded it.

When we got into the car I said, "Oh my God! You really shut Jill up just from your presence." We both laughed out loud. "I'm so glad I was there.". It was a good day so far.


----- That night

We went home with most of the afternoon and the evening to waste. I gave Julie a necklace I had bought for her graduation. I thought it went good with the dress right above her newly showing cleavage. She had never had cleavage before and seeing it made me laugh. She was certainly changing.

"What's on this pendant, Sam?"

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes."

"What do you think it is?"

"It's a lady. She's very pretty."

"It's Skadi. She's a Norse goddess: a beautiful giantess, just like you. She lives in the mountains, amidst the snow. She loves to ski, and she is an expert bow hunter."

"You mean the bow and arrow?"

"Yep."

"Wow. I'm no goddess, nor a giantess, Sam."

"You're my goddess, Julie.", I said. "And I think you're turning into a giantess. Let's measure you."

It had been over a week since last time. I, of course, insisted she be naked and once again and we repeated the ritual. The results: yes she had grown. This time she was 5'11". That would be 6'3" in heels which is why she looked so much bigger than her sister.

She really would be six feet tall soon. That qualifies as a giantess, right? Now she was over a foot taller than me -- my giantess for sure.

"Ok, now you do me.", I said.

"We don't have to measure you. I'm sure nothing has changed."

"Come on, Julie. I know you were right the last time you measured me. I saw the mark on the wall and measured it too. I want the truth this time. Ok?"

"Ok."

She measured. "It's ...", she couldn't finish.

"Here let me see where you marked it.", I said as I took the tape measure from her hand. I had a bad feeling in my stomach but I had to know. I stretched the tape measure. 4'8-1/2". Now I'm shorter than Julie was in high school.

"Why didn't you correct me last time, Julie?"

"I couldn't. I couldn't give you bad news like that. It's only a little bit. Don't worry. I still love you.", she was quick to say.

That did more than anything to make me feel better. Probably the worst part of all this is the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I'll someday lose Julie.

"Julie?"

"What."

"How about you put your heels back on?", I said, somewhat too eagerly, probably.

That cheered her up. She got a real big, sly smile on her face and went running back to get her heels. I got left dragging the chair back to the dining room.

When Julie got back she said, "Come here, my little man."

I did so and gave her a hug. I looked up. This time I had to look up past her breasts to see her face, now being 6'3" tall. More than a foot over the top of my head. In fact, I'm not sure, but I believe the top of my head was below her breasts. I got up on my toes to try to kiss the bottom of her boobs. Wasn't gonna happen.

"Here let me help.", she said as she bent down. I kissed her nipples lightly. Then she broke into a giggling fit.

"My little man likes me big, doesn't he? Don't lie."

"Um, I like you anyways.", I said trying not to let on. But she was right and she could see right through me.

"Don't play with me, little man."

"Alright. Yes, I do like you big."

She laughed and squealed. Then she picked me up and kissed me. We walked and jumped around the house like this. She was loving it. To tell the truth, so was I.

"I am the goddess Skadi. Worship my feet, little man before I shoot you with my arrow."

I started kissing her toes. She laughed.

"How am I supposed to worship your feet if you don't hold still?", I had to say.

"Ok. I'll hold still. ". More movement.

We were really starting to enjoy our time when the phone rang.

"Oh, joy. It's my Mom. I better get this. I hope it's nothing bad.", I said, before answering.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hello, sweetheart.", she began. "Your Dad and I are going out of town for the next week. We were wondering if you could look in on your sister for us while we're away."

Talk about ruining a moment. Hell, talk about ruining the day. I knew what this meant.

"Can't you guys take her with you? You take her everywhere you go.", I said.

"I know, sweetheart. But we're going on vacation and it wouldn't do to bring her along."

What she really meant was they didn't want to put up with her this time.

"But she's 20. Surely she can take care of her own self now.", I said.

"Sure she can. And she'll be staying at our place. We just want you to look in on her once in a while, ok?"

"Yeah? And how often would that be?"

"Just once a day."

Even that was too much. They didn't trust her either, I knew. And I knew what would happen. I'd have to buy her things, and take her out, or she would complain to Mom and Dad and then I'd never hear the end of it. Ungrateful little brat. Ok, not so little from my perspective. This is so unfair.

Julie could see I was bummed.

"What's the matter?", she said.

"Mom and Dad are going on vacation. They want me to look in on Erin. Yuck."

"You don't sound happy about that."

"I'm not."

"When do they leave?"

"Tomorrow evening. Nothing like advance notice, eh?"

"You think it'll be bad?"

"It's never good with Erin."

"So, you're going to see her tomorrow?"

"No. I'm going to wait until Saturday."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"I don't know. We'll see."

"I'm here to help my little man." There she goes with the 'little man' again.

"I know. It'll just be stopping by once a day for week. Or a little more since Mom and Mad will be traveling. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Famous last words.

----- Saturday after graduation

Saturday came too soon. I figured I'd go see Erin early to get it over with and I'd have the rest of the day to myself with Julie. Julie worked that morning for just a few hours so I was looking forward to spending the afternoon and evening with her.

I arrived at my parents house at around 10:30 ish. I still had a key so I walked right on in. I found Erin in the back room on the video console.

"Sam! You're home. I'm so glad to see my favorite little, oops, I mean my biiiig brother." That slip was intentional.

"I'm your only brother."

"And that makes you my favorite."

"I wish we had another brother you could bother.", I mumbled.

"But you'd still be my favorite. You're so much fun."

"Yeah, right."

"Let's go get some ice cream."

"No. You don't need ice cream. Besides, you can use mom and dad's car and go out yourself."

"But I don't have any money. And mom and dad told you to help me.", Erin pouted.

"They told me to check up on you, not help you. And if you wouldn't spend all your money you might have some left."

"But you're rich, Sammy.". She used the nick name that I hated.

"Like hell I am. I work hard and I have a mortgage to pay."

"When are you going to show me to your house? Sammy?", she said, using that name again.

"Hopefully, never. Now I looked in on you. I'm leaving. Bye."

"Wait, don't go."

"What now?"

"I'm lonely."

"Then stop playing video games and call some friends over. But don't wreck the house."

"I know a friend I want to play with.", she sang. "A friend of Sammy's."

"What are you talking about?", I said suspiciously.

"I heard my Sammy started seeing his little girl friend again."

Shit. I guess there's no denying it. "Yeah. So what?"

"Let's go out together. Please? Please, please, please."

"Forget it."

"How would you like me to tell mom and dad about that time I caught you masturbating?"

Fuckin' brat! "I don't care. I'm too old for that to matter."

"How about if I tell Julie?"

"Just; shut up."

"I will tell her too. You know I will.", she laughed.

"Fine. You can come over and meet Julie, but only for a few minutes. She doesn't get off of work until 2:00."

"Yay. Can I come over with you now?"

"No. It's too early and I'd have to bring you back later. Take dad's car."

"Ok, Sammy, little brother.", she said. Sheesh.

"IT'S SAM! And I'm your big brother.", I yelled. She walked up real close, tits in my face, and looked down.

"Doesn't look like it to me. Sammy."

She sure knows how to get under my skin. That's for sure.

"Just get away from me.", I said. I knew this wasn't going to end until I left. I tried to get away but she kept blocking me.

"Hey, Sammy. Look at my boobies. I bet you wish Julie had big boobies like mine.", she said as she was cupping her breasts in front of my face. She would find out soon enough about big boobies. The thought almost made me smile.

"And I bet yours look like real old boobies too -- all saggy and wrinkled.", I said. I couldn't let her get one up on me.

"You're just jealous."

"No, Erin. I'm not jealous of your boobies. I don't want boobies."

"I bet you want Julie to have big boobies. What'sa matter, baby? I bet she won't let you play with them. Because, there's nothing to play with. Ah, ha, ha.", she laughed.

"Julie's breasts are perfect. And our sex life is none of your business."

"Oooh. Little Sammy has a sex life. Or is little Sammy just wishing he had a sex life?"

"You're incorrigible. Maybe you should get a sex life."

"Ha. I could get any guy I want with this body."

"Alright, where's your boyfriend now?"

"I have lots of them.", she said with her chin up.

"So, you're a slut? Is that why you're lonely today?" Got her. That seemed to shut her up. I usually win these little arguments, but I never feel good about it afterwards.

She was frowning.

"Alright.", I said. "Be at the house at 5:00. I'll cook and you can talk with Julie."

I knew I shouldn't have but I guess I'm a sucker when it comes to girls -- even my evil sister. In the back of my mind I heard the words: you're gonna regret it.

"I don't know where your house is."

"Yes, you do."

"Can't I come back with you?"

"NO!" And then I left.


----- Later that day

Julie arrived home a little before 2:30.

"How'd everything go this morning?", was the first thing she said to me.

"Ok. By the way, we're having a guest for dinner tonight."

"So, Erin's coming?", she asked. She figured it out right away.

"Yes."

"You made up?", she said, smiling.

"Ha! Hardly. I'm just appeasing her."

"Let's be nice to her tonight, ok?"

"I don't know about that."

"Well, try.", Julie said.

"Okee dokee."

I decided to grill chicken for dinner. I had stopped at the grocery store and bought some squash and zucchini. That along with onions and peppers on the grill, and some rice should be good. I was going to enjoy dinner despite Erin.

Erin arrived right on time. We talked a little, then it happened: Julie walked into the room.

"Julie? Oh my Gawd! Julie, it's you. You've grown."

No shit, Sherlock!

"Sammy, go stand next to Julie."

"Erin. No."

"Oh, go ahead Sam.", Julie said. "Let's get this over with."

So I stood next to Julie. Close.

"Oh my Gawd! This is just too good. Look at you two. I mean. This is great. I can't get over how much you tower over Sammy. You make him look like a little baby. When did this happen?"

"Just recently.", Julie said.

"I can't believe you go out with shorty here.", Erin said, snickering.

"You shouldn't call him that Erin."

"I can call my little brother anything I want."

"He's not your little brother."

"Sure he is. Look how tiny he is next to me.", she said as she came closer to us.

I was trying to compare the girls without arousing suspicion. Erin was wearing heels but not real tall ones. She was still a couple inches shorter than Julie. I'd say the top of Erin's head was about eye level to Julie.

"He's your older brother and I'd appreciate it if you would at least acknowledge that by not referring to him as 'little'.", Julie told Erin.

"Geez. Don't get yourself in a huff. I was only kidding. See, Sammy doesn't mind."

I was keeping quiet.

"Sammy, I mean Sam, does not want to argue with you.", Julie replied.

"Aw. Don't you think Sammy is cute? I bet you could pick him up and rock him in your arms like a little baby, Julie."

Now things were starting to strike a little too close to home. I could see Julie becoming flustered.

"Come here Sammy. Let me pick you up if Julie won't."

"Get away Erin.", I finally said. "Look, I let you come over to MY house. I would appreciate it if you would behave and be nice."

"Ok. Geez. I'm only having a little fun."

"Let's go out back. The food is ready to go. I just have to warm up the grill.", I said.

"But I haven't seen the house yet.", Erin whined.

"Ok. Julie, would you mind doing the honors?"

"I'd love to honey.", Julie said. I was glad to be away from Erin.

Just when things get good in life, it seems life throws in a monkey wrench to gunk up the works. Erin was the monkey wrench in my life. Soon we were all outside and the food was cooking.

"Hey, you got anything to drink?"

No! No! Please no.

"We have wine.", Julie replied.

Too late.

"Oh, I'd love some.", Erin said.

Julie ran in and came out carrying three glasses in one hand and a fresh bottle of wine in the other. They were just regular glasses, not wine glasses. I hardly drink so I never thought to buy any wine glasses, even for company.

The bottle was opened, wine was poured, Julie and I sipped. Erin drank. I was resigned to the fact that I would be calling a cab for Erin that night. This would not end well.

We ate and drank. Rather, the girls drank. A second bottle was emptied. Erin was tipsy, to say the least. Julie was holding herself pretty well, but I could sense slurring in her voice as well as the night wore on.

We talked about all kinds of things. Nothing of real importance though, once the novelty of Julie's newfound height wore off. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was being ignored pretty much.

Once in a while they would talk of me and laugh. That's usually par for the course where I'm concerned. I was used to it. I chalked up Julie's lack of concern with me that night to the booze. It wasn't so bad I decided.

"Hey Julie, I shee you're schportin' a really big rack now.", Erin said. "You wanna compare?".

That caught my attention!

"Erin, I think you've had enough to drink.", I piped in.

"Noonsensh. I'm only a little tipsy, that's all."

"But you're not even legal yet."

"Yu <hiccup>, huh. I'm 21."

I forgot her birthday is in March. Damn. Try another tact.

"But Julie isn't.", I reminded her.

"She doesn't <belch> have to be. She looks like it. More than <hiccup> you. Damn, but you look good girl."

I didn't like where Erin was taking this.

"It's your housh you know. You can corrupt any ... minor ... <hiccup> you want under this roof. Hey are you two gonna git hitched? Cauzh if you do, my little Sammy is going to need a schtep schtool.", she laughed. She laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. Julie looked amused.

I picked Erin up. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." I decided not to call a cab. It would be too embarrassing for me.

"No. It's not bed time. We're going out."

"We're not going out, Erin."

"Yesh we are. We're <hiccup> gonna go dancing.", Erin said, sure of herself.

"NO!", both Julie and I shouted, in unison. Julie looked horrified all of a sudden.

"Ok, we'll dansh rrright here tonight.", Erin slurred out. She tried to get up and whirl around. She only succeeded in falling down once again.

"See? You're in no shape to go dancing.", I said.

"Ssshure I am."

She got up again and was doing something that sort of resembled dancing, and then she started taking her clothes off.

"Erin! Stop it!" She was down to bra and panties before I could finish that statement. Julie was laughing hysterically by now.

"Come on Zhoolee. Show me your boobies. Let's see whozh is bigger. I gotta warn you, I got some  <hiccup> whoppers.", Erin yelled. I was hoping Julie wasn't too offended by this.

I needn't have worried; Julie started undressing too. She wasn't my sweet little cutie from a month ago. Tonight this was a wild filly.

Despite my protests I could not stop them. Soon they were both naked. Erin was naked right in front of me. Ew! I went inside to turn the lights out lest some trespasser be wandering by and get an eyeful.

The girls followed me inside. And there was Erin, in all her glory siding right up to me. Julie came in close on the other side. Both were looking down at me giggling.

Oh God, someone shoot me. Right now. Please.

No such luck.

"Hey little brother,", Erin began. Julie snickered.

"Who'zh rack is bigger?"

Erin shoved her tits in my face. Sort of; in my neck actually. I'm surprised she hadn't fallen over. Julie shoved her tits in my face too. Literally though. They both shook them. BlBblblblbb.

"Motor boat time!", Erin yelled. Julie laughed hard. I was riveted right there where I was standing. I couldn't move no matter how much I wanted to. This was so wrong.

"Look at Sammy. Look at Sammy. He can suck Julie's boobies.", Erin sang. This seemed to spur Julie on even more; but she stopped suddenly.

"Hey Erin. Guess what? I have high heels. Your little Sammy loves high heels."

Oh shit. Please. Someone hurry up and pull that trigger.

"Oh. Go get 'em. Go get 'em.", Erin said.

"No. Stop this both of you. Put your clothes back on.", I said, finally finding my voice.

"Aw. Is little Sammy <hiccup> embarrassed? Come on Zhoolee, let's shtrip him."

Julie grabbed me by one of my arms and Erin brought my pants down in one swoop. They seemed looser than normal somehow.

I tried to get away from Julie but to no avail. I reached up with my other arm but Julie grabbed that wrist too and brought the two of them together in one hand. I couldn't escape.

By now, Erin had my underwear to my knees and wasn't stopping. Soon it would join my pants around my ankles. "I need to get these off, Zhoolee.", Erin said.

With that Julie lifted me straight up with her one arm and Erin finished what she had started. Depantsed by my sister!

Then, with her free hand, Julie grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted. When it was bunched around my wrists she put me down and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. I couldn't get over how Julie manhandled me. My mind was whirling; Mr. Happy was now in control.

All three of us were now nude. I was barefoot. Erin still had her shoes on.

"Zhoolee. Go get yer heels girl."

Julie ran, or rather stumbled, as best she could back to the bedroom -- being in the inebriated state she was in -- and came back out in heels. Right then you should have seen her: this was priceless.

I told you she wasn't used to walking in high heels. I wish I could convey to you in words what I now saw: what we were witnessing at this moment was high comedy. Despite my horror, I started laughing hysterically. Erin was too. When Julie tripped, Erin and I both followed her to the ground and we were all rolling on the floor laughing uncontrollably.

I looked at Julie there next to me. Then I looked over at Erin on the other side. As wrong as this was, I gotta admit, Erin was looking hot. I was in the presence of two, beautiful, naked women. It would have been a dream come true, except it was so wrong with Erin being one of the two.

We eventually came down from our laughter. I reached over and grabbed Julie's hand and helped her up. We hugged, I kissed her stomach. Erin came over and hugged us too. I made no move to stop her.

Group hug, anyone?

Erin craned her head up and Julie leaned hers down and they gave each other a kiss on the lips. Then Erin looked down and gave me a kiss -- a big, wet sloppy kiss from my sister. Ew! Julie lifted me straight up and we kissed too.

Erin had given up on dancing. Mr. Happy was just starting. Oh yes: this was so, very, very, wrong.

I turned the lights out. The three of us retired to the bedroom.

----- After "the" night

I got up the next morning and the girls were still sleeping. Julie had one leg hanging outside the sheet. Did I mention she has great legs? Erin was snoring a little.

They looked peaceful in bed together at this moment, naked, but I knew they'd be hungover so I went to the kitchen and made some coffee. I was too worn out to get fully dressed: I was just in my underwear. I figured there would be time to get dressed before the girls awoke.

But man, did I feel terrible: not physically, emotionally. I can't believe what just happened. This was too much to handle, I didn't know what I was going to say when they woke up. And how did Julie feel?

They finally woke up about an hour later. I had a whole hour to contemplate what took place last night. I couldn't but help come to the conclusion that I had fucked up bigtime. I didn't know whether I could face either of the girls again.

"Morning.", I said as they both came walking into the kitchen looking like zombies. Sexy, panty clad, zombies, but zombies nonetheless. I figured I wouldn't have to get dressed myself anytime soon.

"Mmmpf", Erin said. She's not a morning person.

I looked at Julie. She averted her eyes down to the ground. Then I looked at Erin for a second but I had to turn away. I couldn't face her this morning. They both took a seat at the kitchen table.

This went on for far too long. Nobody was saying anything nor looking at each other. The air was thick. We were too embarrassed about last night.

Finally, Erin shouted, "OK. Let's cut the bullshit! Look at me, Sam!"

I looked over at her. "Erin. This was wrong. I don't know what got into me.", I said.

"Can it, Sam. It was not wrong."

"But, we're brother and sister, Erin. That's ... incest."

"That's an overblown concept these days.", Erin said.

"Ah, wha?", I was dumbfounded.

"I finally got what I wanted. Ok?", Erin said.

"Huh?"

"Oh, don't play dumb Sam. Like you never picked up on all the little hints over the years."

"Hints?"

"All the things I did to get you to look at me."

"Uh.", my mind was starting to melt.

"Sam. I've wanted to get you in bed all these years."

"Since when?"

"Since I got taller than you, I guess."

Ouch. I winced. "So, you mean all those bratty things you were doing ..."

"I did that so you would notice me. I was dropping hints, you goof."

"Oh."

"Sam. I love you."

"I, uh, love you too, Erin." What else could I say?

I walked over, looking her directly in the eyes while she was still sitting, and we hugged. She gave me a kiss too. Mr. Happy was starting to make a tent so I stepped away. Erin smiled; she caught that. I'm sure she was liking this.

I looked over at Julie. "You can pick your jaw up from the table now, Julie.", I said.

Erin and I laughed.

"Ok, how about some coffee?", I offered to the girls.

"Oh Gawd yes.", Erin said.

"Yes, please.", Julie echoed.

So, I poured coffee, and got out the sugar and milk.

"Hey, you want to grapefruit juice: Erin, Julie?"

"Grapefruit?"

"It'll make you feel better. You two should try it."

"Whatever.", Julie said.

"It's good for hangovers.", I said.

"Why don't you have a hangover, Sam?", Erin said.

"Guess."

"Oh. You should drink more. It'll loosen you up."

"No thanks, I don't need loosening up."

"Didn't you drink in college?", Julie asked.

"Yep. Everyone does. Been there, done that. Have the t-shirt."

"Who told you that grapefruit juice would help?", Julie said.

"I don't know. We always used to make sure we had some ready the night before we started drinking. Seemed to work." Life lessons learned in college!

"Oh wow. I can't imagine my little Sammy drunk.". There goes Erin with the 'little Sammy' again.

"I bet he was fun.", Julie said again.

"Oh yeah. I bet we wouldn't have had to strip him last night."

"Please don't remind me of last night.", I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why not? Don't you like being naked? I never get to see enough of that cute little butt of yours.", Erin said.

Julie giggled, "Oh, he loves getting naked."

"I knew it!", Erin exclaimed.

I started feeling self conscious, but then smiled when thinking of our childhood.

"Ha. We used to always run around naked. Remember, Erin?"

"That's when you really were my big brother. But that all stopped when we hit puberty."

"Yeah. I think you hit it before me.", I said, looking down, a sad look on my face.

"A year before."

"You were keeping track?"

"Didn't have to. I thought about it all the time. I had my eye on you."

"Figures."

"I was 10. You didn't hit puberty 'till 13."

"Yeah, I guess 10 is when you got taller."

"I outgrew you at 9.", she corrected.

Oof. "I must have really looked small to you then, having recently outgrown me.", I said.

"And I thought you were the cutest little thing ever. Still do."

Julie giggled again. "I think so too."

"So, you've had the hots for me ever since then?", I said to Erin.

"Yep. You could say that."

"Why were you so mean to me?"

"I wasn't mean. I thought you were stuck up -- that you didn't want to play with your little, I mean big sister.", she smiled as she said this.

"Mom and Dad always doted on you. I had to do something. It was three against one.", I defended.

"That's only because you don't suck up to them the way I do."

"That's not my style."

"That's your problem, not mine. I've got Mom and Dad wrapped around my little finger."

"You can say that again. So, what are we going to tell them now?"

"Nothing. We'll just say that you took good care of me. But you'll have to take me out."

"Erin!"

"Oh come on, we should all go out dancing together."

"NO!", Julie and I both said in unison. Again.

"I don't dance, Erin.", I said.

"But you two would look so cute. Especially with Julie in her heels."

Now both girls were giggling.

"Alright Julie, why don't you want to go?", Erin asked.

"I don't dance either." I was wondering if this was the real reason that Julie didn't go to the prom with me.

"You two are hopeless. I guess you really were made for each other. Don't worry guys, I won't come between you two. I had my fun. I promise not to do this again."

I think Julie and I both felt a little let down when we heard this.

"Oh no, Erin. I had fun.", Julie said. I was staying silent now.

"Ah, a closet lesbian, huh?", Erin said.

Julie blushed.

"I'm just kidding. I can tell you love Sam. Don't you know every girl has a little lesbian in them?"

Made sense to me. "Yeah, Julie.", I said. "There was a lot of that going on back at school."

"Really?"

"Really. It was no big deal. It just happens. You're bff's, then your sleeping together. Sometimes I wish I was a gal."

"Ooh, this is good.", Erin chimed in.

"I'm just kidding. Geez."

"You've done it before, haven't you?", Erin said to Julie.

"No. I've never ..."

"Really? Ooo, how did you like your first time then?"

More blushing.

"I guess it was ... ok.", Julie said.

"We can do it again. Just you and me, no Sam.", Erin returned.

"I don't know about that, Erin. I'm Sam's girl now."

"Ok. The three of us again then."

She was pushing it.

"Uh, we'll worry about that later, Erin. Right now I need some time to process all of this.", I said.

"Sam. Thanks for last night.", Erin said sincerely.

"Um, thank you too. I know I don't show it, but, I guess, I really do love you Erin. I must, with all that I've put up with through the years.", I said to her, laughing at the end.

"Aw. This is so nice.", Julie said. Then she came and bent over to give me and Erin a hug.

Group hug, anyone?

"I knew you two would eventually get along. I just never in my wildest imagination would have thought it would take sex to do it.", Julie giggled. "And I'm glad to have been a part of that, you two."

Thinking back, it was fun. But weird. Maybe Erin was right: maybe incest is overblown. Maybe I'm losing my mind. Maybe a martian will land in my yard and bring to meet Capt. Kirk.

"Who's hungry?", I asked.

"Ugh. I can only handle a bowl of cereal right now.", Julie said.

"Can we go out for breakfast?", Erin asked.

"No. We have all kinds of things to eat here. There's eggs, bacon, milk and all kinds of stuff. Don't you have to work today, Erin?"

"No, I'm off all weekend." I couldn't help but wonder whether she had all this planned out.

"So what would you like to eat then?"

"I want a naked breakfast."

Leave it to Erin.

I started feeling a little self conscious again. Whatever. I figured we'd seen each other naked for past the few hours anyway, and shared a bed together, not to mention a mind blowing threesome -- mind blowing in more ways than one.

I decided to make pancakes. Even though Erin acted like a pro when it came to drinking, I could tell she was still a bit under the weather. I didn't want her to eat a bunch of fatty stuff and throw up.

It was cereal of course for Julie. She wanted frooty-rings. I only have this granola stuff: it's better for her anyway, especially since she's a growing girl. She finished the box of cereal off.

We were cleaning up when the conversation started again.

"So, Julie?", Erin started.

"Yes?"

"How did this happen?"

"You mean getting back with Sam?"

"Well, that too. I mean how did you grow so big?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't really know."

"Ah.", Erin said, sounding disappointed. "You know I always thought you were just the cutest little thing and I remember how cute you and Sam were together in high school. I'm really glad you two got back together."

I was starting to get a newfound love for my sister.

"And look at you now. You're beautiful, Julie."

"Yes, she is.", I interjected.

"When did you stop growing?"

"I'm not sure I have yet.", Julie replied.

"Are you going to get bigger?", Erin said as her eyes opened real big.

"I don't know."

"Oh, I hope so. Wouldn't that be cool, Sam?"

"Uh, yeah, sure.". I wasn't really sure about that. But I was sure Julie was still growing.

"So, when did you start growing Julie?"

"A little over a month ago, when Sam and I first got back together.", Julie said.

"Wow, you've grown really fast."

"We've been marking my height on the wall. Wanna see?"

"I wanna see. I wanna see.", Erin said, clapping her hands.

We went over to the wall. Erin saw the marks and dates. Then she saw where mine were.

"Is that little Sammy's?", she asked. Sheesh.

"Yep.", Julie answered. "The last time he measured me he had to use a chair.", she giggled.

Erin laughed out loud. I shrunk, figuratively.

"Hey, let's measure you two now."

We got the tape measure and the ruler. And Erin made us get the chair. She wanted to see me measure Julie. I'm sure she was going to get a kick out of that. She got an even bigger kick out of Julie taking off her clothes.

"We always do this naked.", she said to Erin, then laughed.

"Oh wait, do me! Do me, first.", Erin said, stripping.

"And Sam too! Sam too!", Erin said. And yes, I was once again naked in the presence of my sister.

So we measured Erin at 5'8-1/2". Almost foot taller than me. I was rolling over in my mind how Julie passed that mark a couple of weeks ago. Erin was happy about this though; she didn't think she was that tall.

Just as I suspected, Julie had grown since last week. She was 5'11-1/2" tall now. Then it was my turn. I didn't expect much change but, 4'8". I lost more than an inch.

Shit, shit, shit! My sister is more than a foot taller now. Double shit!

"Oh my Gawd. Sammy is literally shrinking.", Erin said. "Aw, don't feel bad little brother." And there she goes with that "little" brother thing again.

But I couldn't feel too bad. I had my back against the wall with two beautiful, naked women hovering over me. I literally had to crane my neck all the way back to see the their faces.

"Hey watch this, Erin.", Julie said. Then she ran into the bedroom and came out carrying her high heel shoes again. She put them on and came up close for a hug. My head didn't even come up to the bottom of her breasts anymore.

"Let me try.", Erin said. So Julie took off her heels and gave them to Erin. Erin did just like Julie and came up to me for a hug. I was looking right into Julie's nipples, her being just over 6 feet tall right then.

"This is so cool.", she said for the umpteenth time. Then she held the back of my head to her chest and started wiggling back and forth.

I thought Julie would be upset, but she was laughing. I can't tell you how humiliating it is to have your "little" sister motorboat you when you're standing up. I looked up into her eyes, pleading for her to stop. She leaned down and kissed me.

I was standing with my back to the wall through all of this. My head was spinning so I had to go sit down. I sat on the chair.

"Get up.", Julie said. So I stood up.

"Now stand on the chair."

"Ok." I did as I was asked, climbing my up onto the chair. Julie walked over and I could look her straight in the eyes now. The girls laughed.

"Wait, stay there a second.", Julie said, then took her heels back and put them on. I now had to look up at her; even while standing on the chair. Both girls laughed even harder.

"Aw, we're sorry.", Julie said. Then she leaned way over and kissed my dick. Mr. Happy started dancing. Erin laughed and started jumping up and down and clapping. I got down from the chair.

Erin hugged me from behind, a breast on each side of my head and held me with her hands over my shoulders and settling over my chest. She stayed this way for a minute, leaning into me. I was fondling her breasts as if putting on ear muffs. What? Did you say something?

She suddenly let go and ran over to Julie.

"Here, give me the heels again.", Erin said to Julie. Erin put them on and commanded me to get back up on the chair.

She cupped her breasts and moved in close to Julie. With the heels on she was almost as tall as Julie, just a bit shorter.

"Now Sammy, tell the truth. Who has the biggest boobies?"

Oh, dear. I was sweating. Erin's "boobies" did seem to stand out a little further, perhaps, than Julie's newly grown assets, but Julie's were wider. In fact, Julie was noticeably wider all over than Erin.

In the end I couldn't tell. Seriously. The girls thought I was playing the diplomat, but I honestly could not tell who's was bigger.

"Aw you're no fun.", Erin said.

"All I can say is that you are both stunning. Boobies and all."

That cheered them up. And with all that was happening it was no wonder that Mr. Happy was getting happier. The girls noticed.

I hopped down then both girls flanked me again. I kissed both of them on their tits. Then craning my neck to look up, I saw them kissing each other. This was one of the most erotic moments of my now topsy turvy life.

Erin broke her promise.

----- Erin's week

I awoke in darkness. I turned on my side and heard Julie moan. I decided to turn and lie on my other side. Julie moaned again. I then scrunched up my legs, hitting the sides of my bed that I was enclosed in. Julie moaned even more.

They were muffled moans but I could hear them distinctly nonetheless. With every moan my warm cocoon of a bed would squeeze me, massage me. It was wet in here and getting wetter. I turned to lie on my back. More moaning.

I stretched my arms up and they stuck out the top of the cocoon I was in. Finding a purchase, I pulled myself up so my head was now out.

I looked up and saw Julie's giant clitoris above my head. It was standing erect, like an angry dick. I reached up and tried to grab it. More squeezing and moaning. The girl dick jumped up and I lost ahold of it.

I bucked up once again and grabbed it. I pulled myself up enough to get my mouth around the end. It was bigger than any dick I had ever seen. Bigger than mine, but I was too spellbound at this point to carry that analogy further.

She was gyrating, squeezing me, moaning; I used my two hands to massage the shaft of her giant clitoris as I sucked on the end; an end so big around it nearly broke my jaw to get my mouth around.

However, undeterred, I tried to suck the whole thing in, the way Julie had so many times sucked all of my dick into her mouth, including my balls. She was shaking. I knew that climax was near.

Suddenly there was a great buildup of fluid around my legs and torso. I shot out, losing my grip on her girl dick and went flying 50 feet or more; but it was closer to 3 feet at her scale.

I landed with a thud, but the mattress broke my fall. Then a shower of Julie's squirt rained down on me. I sat up. Then another shower of squirt hit me and knocked me back down. I strained my neck to look at Julie's womanhood. She was diddling her baseball bat sized clit. Then another shower of squirt.

This went on for three, four, even more times. I lost count. I lay back and looked to my side.

"Hello, miss right foot."

I turned to the other side.

"Hello, miss left foot."

When the torrent stopped I got up. I walked over to her left foot and bent down to give it kiss on the top.

"Oooo,.", I heard Julie squeal. She flexed her foot up. It was as tall as I was.

I walked back to Julie's pussy and tried to climb my way up but it was too slippery. She grabbed me with two fingers around the chest and brought me to her face.

"Look how wet you are, my dirty little man. You totally need a cleaning."

I was shoved into her mouth up to my chest. I then felt her tongue rolling around cleaning me. I nearly came. She pulled me out, changed her grip then I was thrust in again, this time headfirst.

After a thorough licking, she pulled me back out.

"Mmmmmm.", she said, "You taste so good."

I was then placed on her right tit and covered by her blanket sized hand for warmth and security. I drifted back to sleep, only to be rudely woken by Julie again.

"Sam. Sam! SAM!"

"Wha, what? What is it?", I said groggily, clearing my eyes as I sat up. I looked over right into Julie's tits. They weren't bed sized anymore. Then I looked up at her face.

"Sam, you were having one of your dreams again."

"Was I?"

"Yes!"

"So why did you wake me?"

"You were moaning. What were you dreaming?"

"Uh, I can't remember.", I said, coyly. Yet the dream was still vividly implanted in my brain.

"Sure, you can't.", she said, rolling her eyes.

"No, really. I don't remember my dreams." I could get away with that.

"Well it must have been an erotic one?"

"How do you know?", I said. Then she craned her head to look down between my legs meeting Mr. Happy's gaze. "Oh.", I thought. She bent down to kiss him.

"Wow, what was that for?", I said.

"You kept saying my name in your sleep."

Good thing I wasn't dreaming of Erin.

It was Thursday morning; the first morning this week that we woke without Erin in bed with us. I had to go into the office yesterday and both Julie and Erin had to work Wednesday night so we decided to take a break from the shenanigans.

As for this week: it's been a wild ride. I found out how much "fun" my sister is. Julie found out that she indeed has a little lesbian in her. Maybe a little more than a little. And Erin is, well, Erin.

We talked of fun stuff. It seems Erin has a bit of experience -- much more than either Julie or I -- with sex. But I suppose you figured that out already.

Erin taught Julie a new trick: titty-fucking. She wouldn't let Julie get too close when she showed her the first time. Said she wanted all the sperm for herself. Said it made her "boobies" grow.

Since then, I get titty-fucked regularly by one or the other. In either case, my dick completely disappears into a pair of massive tits. I keep wondering when my dick will be too small for them. Well, for Julie anyway if she keeps growing.

But we also talked of our insecurities. Of how I was afraid of losing Julie when she got too big for me. Julie and Erin both consoled me on this point saying Julie could never get "too big", and that they will always love me. I felt better, but still have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that if Julie keeps growing I will not be able to satisfy her; either sexually or emotionally.

Then there were Julie's insecurities. None of us know how much bigger she'll eventually grow. We measured again this past Tuesday. She is officially over 6 feet tall now -- 6'0-1/2" to be exact. It's a milestone. Julie was happy; how could she not be. Even Erin was happy for her. I was too, really. Erin's and my height didn't change, by the way.

But I mean, growing is great, right? It's probably the one thing I would wish for in my whole life if I had been granted one. How could growing not be great?

So, you can forgive me when I say that I couldn't fully realize how hard Julie had it. Julie's changing world was confusing. She was stumbling through life now, both physically and emotionally.

Once imposing authority figures couldn't be taken seriously anymore now that they started to resemble kids to her. A cop told her not to cross the street one day when she was taking a lunch break at work. She did as ordered, but she giggled for the rest of that afternoon about that short little guy ordering her around.

She would often trip and her knees would hurt. The good part of this is that I would give her some relief by massaging her legs. Did I mention Julie has a great pair of legs? I was even able to teach Erin something: Julie was driven crazy by having both of her legs worshipped at that same time. And when we met in the middle; well, let's just say that a saddle would have been welcome for Erin and me right then.

Despite the clumsiness and her knee problems Julie and I still worked out and ran; not so much this week, Erin being over and all that. But I was sure as Julie grew that she was getting stronger. I was too which was one of the few things I was extremely happy about with my size. I also kept hitting the inversion table -- mostly when no one else was around -- in hopes I'd grow like Julie: hasn't worked so far.

She really is a giantess now. And standing in her heels she is gorgeous; all 6'4" plus of her: her newly grown puffy breasts, looking both immoral and wholesome at the same time, and still growing; her washboard stomach from working out; that wondrous ass; and those now very long, long, lithe, muscular legs. Did I mention she has great legs?

And, Julie was drawing everyone's attention. Guys would hit on her: she had mixed feelings about this. She was flattered, disgusted and creeped out all at the same time. When she was my size she was mostly ignored, the way I still am.

This was a big change because people would now listen to what she had to say. Julie would lament that she had to watch what she said around others because of this. I could just not wrap my head around that thought. Virtually nobody would ever take me seriously.

And about the lesbian thing: Julie was turning into a regular poon hound. The three of us went out Tuesday night to celebrate Julie breaking the six foot barrier. We were eating outside at the Texas barbecue place when a couple had taken a seat a few picnic tables down from us. Julie leaned in to Erin and I and whispered, "Did you see the jugs on that gal?". The girl was obviously well endowed. But here was my once shy little friend, commenting in public on another girls boobs. Freaky.

Erin and I looked at each other. I told Erin, "I blame you for this.". They both laughed. This was the one change that took me by surprise the most.

Let's not ignore Erin. She wasn't as athletic as Julie, rather a little more curvy. But she did dance a lot so it's not like she was anywhere near obese.

Her boob droopage index was just about perfect. They weren't hard like fake tits. And certainly no sagging like some old maid. Just enough to pass the dollar bill test. Maybe not enough to pass the pencil test, though, I'll have to investigate this. All in the name of science, mind you.

One could easily say Erin's breasts are her best assets. But then they would be missing her beautiful face. I never fully noticed how pretty she was until this week. Even gazing at her naked form, I was still drawn to her eyes: big, hazel eyes, with long lashes. Her hair was a little curly, but that was due to her curling iron, not completely natural, just like the color of her hair: blonde.

Her lips were somewhat thin, but she would wear lipstick sometimes, especially when going out. I preferred without. She had a patrician nose. It runs in the family.

Still, no one could rightly call Erin anything but pretty. I had never thought of her this way growing up: I only saw her as a little, um, I mean big, brat.

Erin's fears centered around not having a family some day; a functioning family where everyone not only loved each other but showed it.

In case you're wondering, that's not exactly how I would describe our family. Sure, Erin got the best of it -- Mom's affections were directed 99% at Erin -- but Erin could also see how it affected me.

And Dad was never around. I don't know if he was working or having fun. Whatever. Mom never really seemed to worry or complain. I could sympathize with Erin.

When we came home that Tuesday night we could both tell that Julie was in an affectionate mood. She wanted to get measured yet again so she promptly undressed when we got home and put her heels on. They made me get up on the chair to measure her. I could just about reach the top of Julie's head when standing on the ground, but I certainly could not put a mark up there, so I had to use the chair.

Whenever I got on my toes for measuring she would grab Mr. Happy. Needless to say, the girls weren't taking this seriously. They made me measure Erin this way too. She was a little easier to do, but not much since she was the one wearing heels this time. Plus it was hard to concentrate when Mr. Happy wanted to take charge.

Then Julie made me get down and ordered me to measure Erin while standing on the ground.

"You're kidding, right?", I said.

Just then I found myself being lifted from under my arms. Julie had picked me up and made me mark Erin's height while holding me. The girls got a laugh at this, and Julie wouldn't put me down afterward.

Julie turned me around and lifted me up higher and higher. My head was just about touching the ceiling and my crotch was near face level. She bent her head down and kissed my dick. She had Mr. Happy's full attention now. Then she engulfed my member in her mouth.

I didn't last long. But this was only the beginning. Erin and Julie had their good time together that night for sure. You can imagine that being a girl gives you special insight into cunnilingus. Though I still maintain that I'm just as good as either one of them at the task, maybe better. Nevertheless, getting eaten out by two beats getting eaten out by one.

We got up yesterday morning, i.e. Wednesday, and unfortunately all had to go their our own ways; me going into the office that day.

I may have made a little gaffe at work yesterday. I had pointed out an error in a client's code base that broke their so-called security. They were using cryptography but doing it all wrong. I showed them how a bad guy could read all of the encrypted stuff going out over the Internet. The client didn't take that news very well at all. Oh well, I gotta tell it like it is, so I'm happy about it. I just hope my boss is too.

Julie says I have to go back to Mike's this Friday for open mic. I had a good time performing before but we'll see. The fact that everyone at work there keeps harping on Julie to bring me back, and that even some of the customers that were there or heard about me at the last performance keep asking her about me, is giving me a good feeling about performing again. At least, if I go on Friday I'll be prepared.

Being Thursday meant that we only had two more nights with Erin until our parents came back from vacation. Both Julie and I missed Erin last night and vowed to get her over again. I would pick Erin up from home rather than her driving Dad's car over.

We had to wait for Erin to get off of work. Both Julie and I went over to Mom and Dad's house to pick up Erin. When we were leaving the house nobody wanted to sit in the back seat of the BMW. Since I was the smallest (ouch) I was out-voted and it was decided that I would sit in the back while the girls sat up front with Julie driving. They joked about having to put me in a booster seat. Truth is, my fear was that soon I might really need one.

We stopped at a little Italian restaurant that evening for supper: we had pizza. The girls talked among themselves, ignoring me. Of course, when the bill came it was I -- the one who everyone thought was the little brother of the two beauties I was with -- who paid the bill. It didn't register with the waitress at first.

Then she said, "Oh, so cute. You paying the bill for your family little guy?"

"I am. Please don't patronize me if you want a tip.", I told her, rather sternly.

She was a little irked at this but took the credit card anyway. Although she didn't ask, I produced my driver's license for her and insisted that she look at it. She wasn't amused. I still added a tip but not before shooting her a look of disgust.

It was understood that I was miffed. The girls said nothing about this. We left and to brighten up the mood I suggested we go shopping -- that always cheers girls up. For their part they suggested I drive this time. I took them up on their suggestion; after all, it is my car.

We ended up buying, or rather, I ended up buying Julie a couple pairs of long jean pants. She sorely needs clothes. We tried to get them bigger than needed anticipating further growth but it was nearly impossible now to find any pants that were even just long enough.

When we got back home Julie took her clothes off, remaining in just her underwear. It was still hot and she wanted to save her clean clothes that fit for wearing out. Can't blame her, plus, I liked looking at those long legs. She had new bras now and I think she wanted to show them off, otherwise she'd probably be topless too. Either way, I couldn't complain.

The girls wanted wine. I didn't, but I couldn't stop them. They of course wanted to get me drunk but I wasn't having any part of that. I remember too well how bad I felt the morning after those times I had indulged back in school -- the headaches, the pissing and puking. Not to mention making a fool of myself.

I was checking some messages from work on my smart phone when after a couple glasses of wine Julie reached over and snatched the phone from my hands. When I asked for it back she held it just out of reach.

"Come on, Julie. Give it back."

"What? Oh, you want this?", she said, holding it just out of reach for me. I wasn't gonna jump; I'm too stubborn for that.

"Here Erin. You want to hold Sam's phone for me?"

"Sure."

And now Erin was holding it too high.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Come on now. Give it back. Please.", I would say.

"Well, come get it then.", Erin said. Then she would pull it just out my reach when I went for it.

I decided to fight back. Next time Erin held the phone up I bit her on the tits.

"Owwwch!", she said, bringing her arms down. I took the opening, and grabbed my phone.

"Hey, you little twerp!", she screamed as she came running after me.

I was not only too fast but too agile for her. Both girls joined in on the chase. I ran outside.

I had fun dodging Julie. She was fast, I'll give her that. Probably faster than I but when she would catch up to me, I'd sidestep and she would go tripping over herself.

I was clearly enjoying this: Erin and Julie running after me, then right before either of them could grab me, I'd jink and evade them. That is, I was enjoying this until, avoiding Erin one time, I jinked right into Julie's stomach.

Wham! I fell back. It was like hitting a wall. She grabbed me and picked me up over her head.

"Gotcha!", she said.

"Yay!", said Erin.

"So, what shall we do with him now, Erin?"

"Strip him!"

Leave it to Erin. Depantsed by my sister again.

"Guys, give me my clothes back.", I said.

"Ok, here you go.", Julie said, holding my clothes out of reach like my phone.

Here we go again. This time it was I who was doing the chasing.

Erin had my clothes up high but she wasn't very fast or stable. I had run around from the back of her to the front then got a running start at her and jumped up to grab my clothes. I got a hold of something -- I think my pants -- but she held on. My momentum carried us both over and Erin fell on her back hard. She must have hit her head on the ground.

Julie came running over, worried. Erin was slow to get up and seemed addled. But a few moments later her head cleared and she said she was ok. I told her to go sit down on the deck and rest up.

Julie said, "Wait.", and then she locked on Erin's lips with her own in a deep, passionate kiss. When the girls finally stopped and looked over at me, Mr. Happy was waving hello. They both smiled. I could tell then that Erin was feeling better.

We went back to the deck; the girls convincing me to remain naked.

"I still cannot get enough of that cute little butt of yours, Sammy.", Erin said. She used that nickname again.

"Hey, Erin. Sam's going to play for us again at Mike's tomorrow. Wanna come?", Julie said to Erin.

"Hey, I never said I would go.", I quickly spoke up.

"Oh, come on. You loved it. And you were really good."

"Yeah, let's go.", Erin said.

"We haven't even decided that I'm going yet.", I told the both of them.

"Please?", Erin asked, looking at me with those sad puppy eyes. "It would be fun and if you do we can make it worth it for you." She started undressing and Julie followed suit.

They came at me from both sides again, tits in my face. No fair: how could I refuse?

"Ok, ok. I'll go."

"Yay!", Erin exclaimed. Then she motor-boated me again, laughing. It's a wonder I don't get headaches.

"How about I get you a glass of wine, Sam?", Julie asked. I didn't want any so I came back with another offer.

"No. I have some apple pie in the freezer though. Someone can go to the store while it's cooking and get some ice cream and we'll have pie-a-la-mode. How does that sound?", I said.

"Yummy!", they both cried out.

Of course, you know who went to the store: the only one not drinking, me.

When I got back the pie was nearly done. The house smelled heavenly. I decided to leave my clothes on and see how long it would take before the girls would strip me. It seemed like it might be a while; both girls had another glass of wine while I was gone. Legs were wobbly. Speech was slurred.

We ate apple pie-a-la-mode that night on the deck with the girls nekkid as the day they were born. I was in heaven but the only one dressed. I even felt a little left out but the girls hardly noticed.

Erin started dancing. She tried pulling me out on the deck to dance but I wouldn't do it. So, instead she grabbed Julie's hands and pulled her up out of her seat and they started slow dancing. Julie stopped and stepped back with a smile on her face. She went inside and came back out with her high heels then beckoned Erin to put them on.

They were now close to the same height and started dancing again. Then kissing. They broke after a while and Erin walked up to me. She pulled me up but I wasn't going to dance. She said, "It's ok, I just want to see something."

So I stood up. In her heels my eyes came level with Erin's nipples.

"This is so cool. Sam, this is how Julie sees you. Wow. I wish I were this big all the time. Isn't this great Julie?"

"Sure is.", Julie answered.

I wasn't so sure.

"How would you like us to be even bigger, Sam?", Erin said to me.

"I don't know. I guess I'd love you even if you got bigger.", I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Hey, take off your shoes.", Erin commanded.

"But you have heels on. That's no fair.", I replied back.

"Please?"

There she goes again with those sad puppy eyes. So I took off my shoes and socks. I was now keenly aware of my shrinking the last couple of weeks. The only good thing about this is that it seemed to have stopped. Even so, my eyes were now a little below Erin's nipples.

She swayed her shoulders back and forth, her tits brushing my face. I had to step back.

"I think little Sammy is getting stirred up. Let's see.", Erin said.

Julie came over and started undressing me. Well, I kept my clothes longer than I had expected. Then she grabbed the heels from Erin, put them on, and stood next to me doing the same as Erin had done. Only it was now the top of my head that was level with her nipples and her tits were brushing the top of my forehead.

"Kiss me.", Julie demanded.

I got on my toes and tilted my head back. I couldn't even reach her nipples now, just the lower part of her aureoles. This caused a fit of laughter in the girls.

Finally, Julie bent from the waist, knees locked and gave me a kiss on the mouth. We all went to the bedroom to continue the night, not even picking up the dirty dishes; just putting the pie and ice cream away. It can wait until tomorrow.


----- Friday

Having Erin around was good for us. Not just the sex part but also the talking part. I never really opened up much to anyone in my life. As I look back, I regret not getting to know Erin better growing up. It seems we can talk about anything now. And discussing things together, especially with Julie, was refreshing.

I got a call early that Friday morning from work. They wanted me to come into the office every day next week. It was a short call and they didn't tell me exactly why they wanted me in. I surmised it may have been my forwardness in discussing a client's problems. I didn't feel too good about this anymore. I decided not to let it spoil the weekend and put it out of my mind.

The girls had work during the day, but we were going out tonight. I would be singing in public again at Mike's. The upside would be that Erin couldn't ask us to go dancing. But, I was still nervous. The butterflies in my stomach started almost as soon as I woke up.

Julie fixed coffee. It's probably not the best thing for those butterflies, but I need something in the morning to get going. I still had some work to get through and would start on it as soon as the girls left. They didn't leave until around 10:30, Julie giving Erin a ride.

I worked, ate lunch, exercised in my gym (not forgetting the inversion table), and then back to more work inside. Both girls showed up about 4:00. They were both still working part time, although Julie had a new full-time job that she hadn't started yet.

After a bit we ate supper, got cleaned up and headed for Mike's, me grabbing my guitar this time (it fits better, don't ask). Julie had told everyone that I'd be there tonight and it seems the whole crew, whether working or not, was there. It was packed. There was another act that night: a couple of girls who performed rock.

They both wore fishnet stockings, black fishnet shirts over bras, and spiked heels. Their makeup was heavy; not the sort of look I go for in a girl, but their music wasn't bad. I thought I could do better. Of course, I was solo and that's a little easier. Yet, when more then one musician gets in sync with each other the results can be stupendous, as I'm sure you all know.

My turn came after the girl duo. I wanted to throw up again. But I knew I could do this. I'm pretty sure I can, right? Actually, I'm not at all sure. But it didn't matter because it began.

        ...AND HERE TONIGHT FOR AN ENCORE PERFORMANCE, LET'S HEAR IT FOR SAM!

I started again with something easy; folk music again. This time "Somos El Barco" by Lorre Wyatt. You might have heard it from Pete Seeger or Peter, Paul and Mary. Then again, maybe not -- it is, after all, folk music which is not so popular nowadays.

        Somos el barco
        Somos el mar
        Yo navego en ti
        Tu navegas en mi

        We are the boat
        We are the sea
        I sail in you
        You sail in me

It's a good song to strum to on the guitar and it got me going, getting rid of those butterflies.

By the way, there's a link with this song to the first song I played a couple weeks ago that Tuesday night. I'll let you find out but here's a hint: it has to do with the song writer.

I played plenty of folk songs that night, and also some more popular tunes. I ended with "We Shall Overcome", which was a popular folk song during the 1960's among those who were opposed to the war and spoke for social justice. It's a good deep, slow song that's good to end on.

When it was over I had just as good a reception as last time. People were talking to me. Even girls. Especially girls. Julie looked proud; Erin was amazed. She had never seen anything like this when it came to me. I don't think she ever saw me wrestle in high school.

Erin was enjoying this time out. I told her, "Better than dancing, huh?".

"Well you wouldn't know.", she replied back. I think she was just being stubborn. I could tell she had a good time.

I looked at Julie. She was responsible for this. I couldn't think of anything I could do to make this up to her. Yet, she was still pulling for me. I don't know what the future will bring, but with Julie in my life I knew I could handle it.

So our week with Erin ended. Mom and Dad would be home tomorrow and Erin would go pick them up from the airport. She has spent the night with us from time to time since then, but my relationship with my sister will never be the same: it is so much stronger now. She is someone I can lean on and even let her lean against me -- a true big brother, no matter my physical stature.

She still calls me her "little" brother though. Sheesh. Just how little I wouldn't find out until later.

----- Next week

Let me remind you that I had to go into the office all that week. It turns out it was not my office but the client's office. You know, the one I had pointed out problems with their programming. I was bummed: they were in a different part of town and a further drive from home.

Nonetheless, I was treated as an expert in what I was doing for them: finding security problems in their whole product line up. It seemed they had asked for me by name to my employer.

I don't think I have ever been treated with so much respect. This made the drive worth it. It almost made up for my lack of being home. With my absence Julie took the time to work out. She was still growing.

We measured on Tuesday again: 6'2" -- an inch and a half in four days. But what concerned me even more was that I was indeed shrinking: 4'7-1/2". Maybe not even that half an inch. We couldn't believe it and made the mark three times, but every time the result was the same: I had lost only a little bit, but still lost height.

Shit!

Something was obviously wrong. We were both worried and decided we should both make appointments to visit the doctor.

With this bad news and working away all that week, I didn't spend much time with Julie. We were both tired at night and so sex was nothing out of the ordinary. No worshiping at Skadi's feet this time.

So, we wanted to do something special this coming weekend -- all these bad vibes to get rid of, plus Julie would be starting her new job at Greg's Gravel on Monday. We went to the beach.


----- Saturday at the beach

I have a friend at work who has a place at the beach; not on the beach, but close enough to walk there. He rented it to me for the weekend on a moments notice at a great price. We would need to check on a few things there and clean up after the previous renters. It's rented out all summer by the week, but the new renters wouldn't show up until Tuesday so we were able to get this deal, and with us doing a little work my friend didn't need to come out that weekend and do the cleaning up himself.

So, we packed Friday night and off we went. It's about a four hour drive; Julie and I took turns driving the bimmer.

We were stoked Saturday morning when we woke up. After a light breakfast we headed to one of the local beach shops to buy overpriced swim suits. Actually, we grabbed them from the bargain bin so it wasn't bad. Julie found a sexy orange bikini that she tried on and it actually fit. Well, the bottom string bikini part did. We didn't worry too much about the top -- it fit, but barely, the sides and bottoms of Julie's boobs spilling out. She could always wear a t-shirt over it.

However, Julie was becoming less inhibited since we got back together. Or, probably more to the truth, since she started growing.

But first, I need to tell you about a lawsuit that was brought against a town just down the road from where we live. It seems some girls wanted to go topfree in one of the parks, but the local ordinance prevented them from doing so; so they sued the town. The town lost.

The deal was: either they make it a crime for everyone, even guys, to go shirtless everywhere, or they could let girls go topfree wherever guys could. The town relented and topfreedom won.

So, how does this affect us? Similar lawsuits were threatened in many other towns across the state. Most of those communities preemptively wiped their books of laws that prevented girls from going topless. Some are still holding out, but the beach towns almost unanimously revised their laws to accommodate.

Beaches up and down the state almost instantly saw a 20% rise in attendance and commerce. It doesn't look like they will ever go back now.

This brings us to Julie. You guessed it: she went topless to the beach. While there were a few gals in a similar state of dress, the majority were still covered. I think a few necks were broken that day. Julie nearly caused a huge accident scene when we crossed the highway walking to the beach.

She was without question a sight to behold tanning in just her bikini bottoms. And it's a good thing baggy swim pants are the fashion; Mr. Happy would have made himself known to everyone were I in speedos.

I crawled over on the beach blanket and gave her a kiss. Nothing unusual at the beach, but some hairy guy who was walking by, and who was also sporting a huge beer belly I might add, made a rude remark when we did so. Something about Julie needing a "real" man. We tried to ignore him but he kept hanging around making a nuisance of himself with his rude remarks that wouldn't stop.

I was young, pretty strong for my size, fast and I had had some skill in fighting: I was thinking, "I can take this guy." But before I could do anything about it Julie got up.

She was standing over him looking down -- she had a few inches on him. That wiped the smile off of his face right quick. Along with her newfound confidence and lost inhibitions, she also was becoming less tolerant it seemed. An argument ensued. It ended when the guy called Julie a "cunt".

Surprising everyone, including me, Julie slapped the guy on the face knocking him down. She was furious. The guy picked himself up from the sand, a frightened look on his face, tears building in his eyes and a huge, hand shaped, red welt beginning to form on his cheek. He quickly scurried away.

"Julie?!", I said.

"He had it coming, Sam. I'm sorry."

"No, that's ok, Julie."

"I should have hit him earlier.", she said.

"You did ok."

"I should have hit him when he insulted you, Sam."

"No, you shouldn't have."

"When he insulted all girls with that 'cunt' remark, well, I couldn't take it, so I hit him."

"It'll be alright."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I should have thought this trough. We might get into trouble."

"No, we won't. Besides, even if he complains we have a bunch of witnesses here who saw the whole thing.", I told her. But, in truth, I was thinking we could be in big trouble. Fortunately, it never materialized. I figured that guy was too embarrassed at having a girl best him that way.

Julie went to put her bikini back top on. I wouldn't let her.

"No, don't. Don't let what someone else thinks affect your happiness Julie."

"Sam, I'm thinking of you. I don't want you to become jealous of me with other guys."

"You don't need to worry about that. If other guys have lascivious thoughts, well, that's their problem. I'm with the most beautiful girl on the beach and I want to show her off to everyone."

"You're sweet, Sam. If you want me to cover up just say so, ok?"

"Ok. You're fine, but it may be prudent to cover up when we cross the street going back, alright?"

"I agree.", she laughed.

She came over to me and we embraced, my head in her tits, and Mr. Happy pitching a tent. This despite my attempts at trying to solve certain partial differential equations arising from quantum field theory in my head.

"Let's take a walk.", Julie said. I thought it was a great idea. The differential equations didn't work; maybe this would get my Mr. Happy to calm down.

I could feel the stares of all the people as we walked up and down the beach. I was thinking that people saw a young mother and her child as we made our way hand in hand. Either that, or they saw some little pervert parading his trophy around the beach. Whatever. I'm learning to tune out those kinds of thoughts, even if I'm constantly confronted, explicitly or implicitly, with other people's shallowness.

But, then again, it's more likely that they were all just mesmerized with the pair of heavenly tits and killer legs that was walking down the beach.

When we got back to the beach house we took a shower together, ate sandwiches for a late lunch and stayed naked. We were both in a frisky mood but decided to take our time. I think that comes as part of a maturing relationship. First you explore with your partner; then you reach a point where instead of exploring, you savor. And that's exactly the point where we were.

I couldn't help comparing her in my mind to Erin. How much more of Julie there was, and how much more she was getting to be. And remember, Erin is much bigger than me. The cute little Julie I knew a little more than a month ago seemed like she was from another lifetime now.

I had spent more than an hour, maybe two, worshiping the goddess' body, kissing and licking. I finally reached her sex. I was going to town on her pussy by this point and Julie was making a lot of noise. I heard something in the distance, but figured it was the neighbors.

"Aaaaa!", Julie yelled. This wasn't an orgasm yell. I looked up as Julie scrunched up, covering herself. In the doorway was my friend from work, the one who owned the beach house.

"Hey, dude. What's up?", he said, leaning on the bedroom door jam, a smile on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?", I yelled.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to bother you two. I was out riding and found myself heading to the beach and thought I'd just stop by and look into a few things. Don't bother getting up, it'll just take me a few minutes to inspect a couple things around the house."

I stared at him with one of those looks. You know, the one that says, WTF.

"By the way, dude, nice girlfriend."

Many people heard me talk of Julie at work, but I don't think anyone has ever met her yet. Joe (or Yo as he liked people to call him) is the first one to see Julie. (All of Julie.) I can just imagine the gossip this will generate at work.

"Hey, Yo."

"What?"

"Ever heard of knocking? I know it's your place, but, seriously!"

"Dude! I called out a bunch of times. Didn't you hear me? Oh, sorry, I guess you couldn't have.", he snickered.

"Yo, when talking of this at work: be gentle."

"Sure thing dude."

I wasn't so sure.

We got dressed. I told Julie, "Hey, why don't you stay topless. He's already seen you as have a few hundred people at the beach, and it'll give Yo something to really talk about. And this way we can mess with him."

She readily agreed. We both stayed "top free".

"Yo. I don't believe you've formally met my girlfriend. This is Julie.", I said pointing to my statuesque partner.

"Hello, Mr. Yo."

"Uh, yeah, hello Ms. Julie." I think we were getting to him, or rather Julie was.

"Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Yo?", Julie asked.

"I could go for a beer; and just Yo will do."

"Oh, I'm sorry, we have no booze here. Yo."

"Yes, you do. I keep a keg out back. I'll just help myself. You guys want any?"

"No.", both Julie and I said.

"Ok then. But help yourselves to it if you want some later."

"Thanks, Yo.", I said, finally speaking.

"Mr. Yo?", Julie said.

"Yes?"

"Next time, my eyes are up here.", she said. I was loving this.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, sure. I, uh, I'm sorry.", Yo said, trying not to stare at Julie's tits. I knew it was a losing cause, but I wanted to get back at him for barging in on us, so I let Julie have her fun with him like that. As it was, he was about Julie's height so he didn't have my excuse for staring.

We were both a little sore at having been interrupted earlier. I certainly was, and I could tell Julie was too.

After Yo had finished doing his "chores" or whatever he was doing we talked a little before he left.

"We missed you in the office this week Sam."

"Yeah, I know. I was on the other side of town."

"We know. The whole office was talking about you."

"Behind my back, huh?"

"Not that way, man. It was all good. I think you impressed everyone at the office by finding that vulnerability the way you did."

"Well, I got lucky, I guess."

"Luck, my ass. That was a great find man. Everyone knows it and I hear they want to make you the lead guy on this sort of thing from now on."

"Yeah, right."

"Well, you did good. Keep it up."

"Alright Yo. Thanks. But next time make a whole lot of noise before wandering around the house when you know someone is here."

We laughed. We talked a little more while Yo finished his beer. He was going to go see some friends near here then go back home.

We'd be leaving tomorrow, and now we had the house back to ourselves. We hoped we did anyway; we made sure to lock the doors. It wouldn't keep Yo out, but you never who may be wandering around. Not like back home where hardly anybody wanders, or even drives by.

We were about to go back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted, but the mood had passed. So, we talked.

"So, Sam? Do you like me going around naked?", Julie said.

"You know I do."

"I mean, in public, and around friends."

"Well, you were certainly naked around Erin a lot."

"Yeah, but she's family."

"Ok. When were you naked in public?"

"At the beach."

"Oh, you mean topless?"

"Yes, topless. Naked. Half naked. Whatever."

"Sure I do, honey. As long as it's ok with you. Is it?"

"Yes. Actually, a lot yes.", she giggled.

"You enjoy it?", I laughed.

"I do."

"Wanna go out to a restaurant half naked tonight?", I said, half jokingly.

"I don't think they would let us do that, Sam."

"If they would?"

"Stop that. You're getting me horny thinking about it."

"Aha! I knew it. You're turning into an exhibitionist."

She started blushing.

"I don't know about that. I never would have done anything like this a couple of months ago. But now, I want to experience it all."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"A little. I don't know. People don't pose a threat to me any more. I'm just a little nervous. No, that's not it. I'm, what's the word?"

"Giddy?"

"Yeah, that's it. I think. It's like the feeling you get in your stomach when you anticipate good things are about to happen. Like the time I saw you at the store when we got back together."

"You spoke to me first or I never would have known you were there. You were giddy?"

"Yeah. I'm so glad I spoke up. You know I hesitated at first? I didn't know if you if you would talk to me, only that I really needed you so I took a chance."

"Needed me?"

"Yeah. You know that jerk I was with?"

"The guy you were living with? What's his name again?"

"Shawn. That's him."

"Having a bad time with him then?"

"Yes. I had to leave. I didn't want to burden Mom, and, don't take this the wrong way, ok, Sam?"

"Ok. Take what the wrong way?"

"I saw you as a way out. I know that sounds bad. I knew I had to be presumptuous or we might never have got back together. And I knew I was taking a chance by being presumptuous. It's hard for me to be like that. That's not who I was, but I had no other way out."

"Julie, I could never have turned you away. And to ease your fears, I'm glad you were forward in this case because you're right, we might not have gotten back together. I'm not overly forward myself for obvious reasons. That was the best thing you've ever done, as far as I'm concerned."

"Thanks, Sam. What do you mean for 'obvious reasons'?", she said, giving me that quizzical look.

"Well, asking girls out hasn't worked out very well for me. So, I don't do that anymore."

"Oh, I get it. You got turned down, huh?"

"You could say that.", I said, rolling my eyes.

"I would never turn you down, Sam."

"I wasn't sure of that. Like I said, I was used to being turned down and afraid to ask anyone out. Even you. Especially you; because of what I did back in high school."

"What did you do?"

"Break up with you."

"Oh that. It's ok."

"No, it's not ok. But it's behind us, right?"

"Absolutely. We already talked about it. Sam? Are you scared about what's happening to us?"

"About our relationship?"

"About our sizes."

"I'm perfectly happy with however big you get. I'm only afraid you'll see me as too small some day."

"Oh no, Sam. I would never do that."

"Even if I were an inch tall?"

"Even then. But that's not what I meant."

"I know. Maybe I am a little scared."

"We have to make those doctor appointments soon, Sam."

"We will. Maybe you should stop hanging on that inversion table."

"No way. I like it too much. I hope I don't have to give it up."

"Do you like it as much as having your legs massaged?", I asked. She knew I was kidding about the inversion table then.

"Ooooooh, Sam. You're not going to make me choose, are you?", she whined.

"I'm just kidding. Come here and put your legs up."

So I started on her legs. I noticed her feet were even bigger than before. Her last measurement was almost a week ago; I'm sure she had grown beyond 6'2" by now. We'll have to find out when we get home.


----- Saturday night

We went out that night. Julie wore a blue dress that was more like a long halter top. The bottoms of the dress were cut dangerously high on her. When she bent over you could see her panties. And she decided to go braless. The word for this is: a walking wet dream.

And yes, she wore heels. I had my usual tan shorts, polo shirt and docksiders. You can imagine the looks we got.

We ate seafood, both of us settling on a fish dish: Julie had salmon and spinach, I had tilapia. Julie had key lime pie for desert. But afterwards she was still hungry so we walked down to the first ice cream place and she had a triple ice cream cone with three different flavors. I was too full to eat any more.

Neither of us are into the night life thing. Instead, we took our shoes off and went walking on the beach. If that is something you've never experienced then I suggest you try it. The sand is much cooler at night and feels great in your bare feet. There's a few people out but nowhere near the crowds during the day. And when the moon is out, it is one of the most romantic things you can do.

We walked for a while, me leaning into Julie. My mind wandered back to when we were in high school and how we would hold hands walking down the hall. Leaning into her then would have been a burden for her. I found it hard to believe this was same petite girl I had known in high school. This was a different world now.

We met three kids -- two girls and boy -- walking the other way on the beach. They were talking, laughing, running and playing.

"Hi miss.", one of the girls said to Julie as we passed.

"Hello there."

"Can your son play with us for a while? We need another boy."

"No, I'm sorry. We're going be home now and I don't want him out late.", Julie replied.

The kids were all like, "Awww." I stayed silent.

When we left she apologized, "I hope you don't mind me answering for you like that."

Well the whole thing pretty much spoiled the mood that had taken a whole evening to build up. It would be hard to get me back, but Julie tried. I was dragging behind her by now.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No."

"Want to go back?"

"Back to the beach house? I guess so. Or do you mean back home?"

"Back the the house, but if you want to go home early, that's ok."

"No, let's just go back to the house."

We walked up the beach to where we could cross the highway. We misjudged where to get off the beach a little so we still had to walk a few blocks up to get to where we would cross and make our way to the house.

I don't know if it was the wondrous sight of Julie in her dress, or the odd couple holding hands walking on the side of the road (us) making a distraction, but it was more likely just inattention on a part of the driver: there was long screech then a sickening, loud bang.

One of the cars on the road t-boned another that was making a turn onto the highway. The car making the turn ended up on its back. We ran up to it and as Julie and I approached I could hear hissing. I made Julie call 911.

I couldn't be sure if the car was going to catch on fire or not but I had heard hissing before: I've seen cars catch on fire on two different occasions. Once there is a flame, no matter how small, you have less than a minute before the whole car is engulfed. We had to act quick.

It looked like only one person, the driver, was in the car. So I tried to open his door; it wouldn't budge. I looked around and found a rock. I broke the window with it in three corners before the whole window collapsed.

There wasn't enough room to get the driver out. We needed the door open.

"Julie, help me with the door.", I yelled. She was just standing around.

"What should I do?", she said.

"Help me get this door open. Grab a hold of the handle and pull. I'll try pulling from the window frame."

I took off my shirt and wrapped my hands so they wouldn't get cut on the broken glass. We pulled. We pulled so hard that the car roof slid on the road. Then we jerked.

"Ok, this time on the the count of three: 1 ... 2 ... 3!"

There was a pop and door was opened. Others had gathered and one of the guys asked if he could help.

"You have a knife?", I said.

"Yeah, always carry one."

"Good, cut the drivers seat belt and let's get him out.", I told the stranger.

We dragged the unconscious driver out with the flames just beginning. He was bleeding bad from his upper left arm. I shook out my shirt and wrapped it around his arm as a bandage. I heard sirens getting closer.

The fire department showed up and moved everyone back. Julie and I and the stranger who helped were still with the driver when the medics came.

"He's bleeding real bad from his left arm and probably has broken bones. But we had to get him out before the fire started.", I said to the medic.

By now the car was beginning to become fully engulfed in flames and the heat from the flames was beginning to be unbearable. The medics put some sort of aluminized blanket over the victim and we moved back while the medics worked him.

Eventually, the fire was put out and the victim was taken away by the ambulance. Then we gave gave our story to the cops. I told him that I may have done more damage by extracting the victim from the car but that I wanted him to get him out before the car caught fire. The cop agreed. They thanked us.

We went back to the house, me shirtless.

"Oh, Sam, you were great.", Julie said.

"You were too."

"No, I wasn't."

"You called 911 and helped me get the door open."

"I couldn't have done that if you hadn't told me what to do. You did all the work saving that guys life."

"Oh, you're just making more drama out of it than it is, Julie. You were great. I'm proud of you."

"You are?"

"Of course I am, Julie."

"Sam, you're the real hero. I love you."

"I love you too, Julie." I was feeling a little better than I was when the kids asked to play.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was the police officer that took our statements. He asked how I was after all that had happened, then he turned to Julie. "I was wondering miss, if you would go out with me sometime. You're very beautiful."

Both of us were stunned, but Julie spoke up.

"I'm sorry officer, but I'm taken. Sam is my true love." Julie came over, bent down and gave me a kiss. I reached up and hugged her around the neck.

The cop pointed at me and said, "Him?"

"Yep."

With a strange look on his face he turned to me and chuckled, "Way to go man!", then gave me a thumbs up before leaving.

That was a weird incident but I decided not to take it in a bad way. Here were strangers coming up to my girlfriend and asking her out. When you have a gorgeous girlfriend you have to expect that, right? And the fact that Julie had chosen me when now she could have her pick, just made me feel great.

But there was the nagging in the back of my mind that was asking if she were already big before we got together would she still want me. Would she even give me the time of day? As much as I tried to get rid of those thoughts they still pestered me.

We locked the door. Julie and I took off our clothes. She kissed me all over. The rest of the night, Julie said, was for me.

"Just lay back and let me do all the work", Julie said.

We turned out the lights and went to bed.

----- Sunday

The next morning was sunny. We ate breakfast, Julie put her bikini on, this time wearing the top and a white t-shirt over it, and we left. We would spend the morning at the beach, eat lunch, then leave for home. We were expecting a lot of beach traffic going back so we didn't want to leave too late. Plus Julie would be starting her new job tomorrow.

We took turns driving again on the trip home; with each switch moving the seat nearly all the back to nearly all the way up, or vice versa. We did have some traffic but not too bad. We arrived home at around 5:00.

After unpacking it was time to get Julie's height measured: 6'4-1/2". I knew it. She had grown more than two inches since last Tuesday.

I dreaded finding out if I had lost any more stature, but it's better to find out than guess. I was still 4'7-1/2". Actually, just under but we couldn't tell if I had lost any height, or if I was just under that from before. I felt a little better about this, but not much.

We hit the weights. Julie changed into a sports bra and shorts. She was looking hot, even like this. She was benching 240 pounds -- the most I have in weights -- for 10 reps. I could barely bench 190. That's right, I was growing stronger and 190 pounds is nothing to sneeze at, especially for someone who weighs under 100. This was good, but seeing how Julie so much more outclassed me was humbling.

Then it was the inversion table again. We both had a session with it, talking to each other during our various "hang" times. Julie was approaching the limits of height that the table could handle. After that we went for a run then took a shower together.

Physically, I felt good. But washing her back had underscored our height differences. My head was in the middle of her back and I couldn't reach her neck. No wonder those kids at the beach thought I was her son. I can just imagine how we looked together Saturday night with Julie wearing her heels -- all 6 feet and almost 9 inches of her.

Shit, with heels on she's more than two feet taller.

The only consolation was that it was easier to clean her ass in the shower. On a whim I soaped up my hands and stuck a finger up her crack. She yelped.

"Sam! What are you doing?"

I was laughing pretty hard. She grabbed my wrists and gave me a whack on my butt.

"Ow!"

"Well, you deserved it."

"Ok. Ok. You don't have to hit so hard."

"I'm sorry. You want me to kiss it.", she said, with a bit of sultry in her voice.

"Sure!"

"Ok, but first you have to kiss mine."

"What? You mean your buns?"

"Yes. Now get to it mister. Or I might have to smack that puny little ass of yours again.", she said, bending over.

Well, who was I to complain; I did start it. What surprised me was how we were both getting into it.

She wasn't quite twice as tall as me, yet. But her ass was more than twice as wide. (I hope she never asks me if a dress makes her butt look big.) Right now, with the water streaming down over her butt cheeks and the way she was bent, I was being turning on big time. Mr. Happy congratulated me.

I'd give her a little smack and would watch the wave move across her cheeks. I fondled her ass, kissing and licking up then down and around to the front. And I'd grope from the back of her knees up to her magnificent ass.

We finished our shower, ate a little something, and discovered another new thing to try that night: anal.

        Come gather round shorties where ever you roam.
        And admit that the people around you have grown.
        An accept it that soon your old life will be gone.
        If your time to you is worth savin'
        And you better start living or you'll die like a stone.
        For the times, they are a changin'

        -- Apologies to Bob Dylan

----- A month and four and a half inches later

My life has officially been lifted up, twisted upside down, then carelessly dropped on its head where it bounced two or three times. Two months ago, my childhood sweetheart -- if you can call high school a childhood -- reentered my life and ever since I've been through some BIG changes. That cute little sweetheart -- little as in smaller than me -- has grown into a bonafide giantess.

My life has always been dominated by giants because of my size, currently 4'7", but I had found a gal who was just like me. That is, little. That's all gone now.

One difference though is that I actually have good friends. Giant friends to be sure. Julie and I are a couple again. Being big, Julie is now the legit one. Nobody ever talks to me. But there's a slight chance that it might happen when I'm with Julie.

Julie is still getting used to it. We go out and people will talk to her, not me. It pisses her off. Now, Julie is not the person you want to piss off anymore. But I take it in stride, I have no choice.

And of course guys are always hitting on her. I think she was always happy with the way she looked. I certainly was; I thought she was the sexiest thing in the world -- even back in high school. But being big forecasts her beauty to everyone. She's having a hard time handling all the newly discovered attention she now gets. I don't blame her -- there's a lot of it. I can't help but notice it too.

She started wearing dresses for the first time. She says they make her feel pretty. I told her, "Julie dear, you would look gorgeous even in a burlap sack.". I'm still getting use to this new fashion statement in her life, being used to her wearing jeans all the time.

But now she wears high heels with her dresses because it makes her even taller, and she's unquestionably getting into that. She towers over nearly everyone at 6'9". And with her new 6" heels she's 7'3"! She's too tall to fit through the doorways at home, even barefoot. She has to duck when she goes from one room to the other.

When we talk to each other at home she gets on her knees and she's still taller than me. But it's easier to talk this way. Easier to hug too, but it's still special when I hug her, both of us standing. My head nestles in under her breasts and I can just fit my arms around the narrowest part of her waist.

As for that monkey-wrench I call my sister? Well, that relationship turned a corner last month. In fact, it turned around 180 degrees and kept going round and round.

Yes, it's been a month since Mom and Dad went on vacation and left me to watch Erin. She stayed over at my house almost all that week. She still comes over now and then. I usually pick her up since they only have one car between three adults.

I tell Mom and Dad I'm letting Erin come over because she'll bug me to death if I don't. That's still true. But I'm not averse to the idea like I once was. I have enough bedrooms, so even if she moved in it wouldn't be so bad.

And she also bought a pair of 6" heels like Julie. They're platform shoes. I don't know where they're getting them. That makes Erin 6'2" when she wears them, and she loves to rub it in my face, literally. I like it too since that means she's rubbing her big ole titties in my face. But Julie's tits are noticeably bigger than Erin's now. I thought Erin would be jealous but she thinks it's "cool".

I'm amazed at how Julie and Erin have taken to each other. I don't just mean friends but sex partners too; although I'm always there with them. The two are very passionate.

Julie and I had talked about this. She admitted that yes, she did like the idea of having sex with other girls. What really blew me away though was the fact that she didn't mind me having sex with other girls either, as long as she was there to share. I still didn't know how I felt about this. It was a foreign thing for me to think about. However, Mr. Happy has no doubts that this is a kick-ass concept.

Julie's growth spurt seems to have leveled off, a bit. But I think she's still growing. Her health insurance will kick in soon and we're waiting to make a doctor's appointment for her.

You see Julie started her full time job recently. She's still working at Mike's too but not nearly as much as she used to. She needed to keep getting some cash before her first full time paycheck.

But now she has her first paycheck so I assume she'll be quitting Mike's soon. It wasn't a full check though so it may be a little bit longer. I don't think she really wants to let go -- it's a really nice place to work.

So, with her first paycheck, guess what she bought? Not clothes; weights. Julie's still working out and needed more barbell plates than what I have.

She's still hanging on the inversion table too but now it's too small for her. I rigged some cement and wood blocks underneath the table so her head doesn't bang the ground. She says it makes her knees feel better. I just can't wait for the health insurance to kick in.

She made me promise to get a checkup too. I've been shrinking. Three whole inches since Julie started growing. I told her I'd wait until she got her doctor's appointment so we could find out at the same time if anything is really wrong. I'm a little scared for both of us but soon we'll know.

We've had Julie's Mom and sister out to the house twice. Well Mom was out twice. Jill didn't come the second time, but did come later.

However, since being in love with Julie I'm coming to treat Jill as my own sister. NOT like Erin! We all agree that Jill should get a job -- she graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago. I guess we shouldn't be so pushy, but it would be good for Jill. I truly do want to see her succeed.

A funny thing I noticed is that I used to think of Julie's mom as being just like Julie, only older. She still looks good for her age, whatever that is. Of course, with Julie growing, the "Julie's twin" concept is out the window.

But, an even funnier thing (not really funny) is that now I have to look up to Julie's mom. I guess three inches makes a huge difference when you're this small. I used to look her eye to eye standing; at least I remember it like that. I don't know, maybe she's taller than 4'10".

We should probably measure her too. Not naked, of course. Still, I can see Julie's resemblance to her mother and it becomes more and more evident whenever I see her mom. Let's just say that Julie's a super sized Julie's Mom.

So Jill did come to stay with us one night. Neither Julie nor I wanted this, but her mom insisted. Mom had to go see family or something. I didn't get the whole story. I think someone in their family might have died, or is real sick. When Julie was working that day Jill and I talked a bit.

"Hey shrimp.", she said.

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because you are."

"Does it make you feel better to say that?"

"I am better!"

Oh boy. I'm gonna need to put her in her place.

"Can you lift 190 pounds like I can?", I said. I had been working out too. And to my surprise actually getting stronger. Of course Julie far exceeded me here.

"Being stronger doesn't make you better.", she said.

"And neither does being bigger."

Ha, that shut her up.

"Hmmph." She started to go back to the bedroom. She seemed to spend a lot of time alone in there.

"Jill.", I called bringing her back.

"What?"

"Are you upset that Julie got taller than you?"

"No. I'm ... happy for her."

"Do you think she's better than you now?"

"No. You just said bigger doesn't mean better."

"That's right. So don't feel bad, ok?"

"I don't feel bad.", she said right away.

"Ok, ok.", I relented. "Can you do me a favor then?"

"What?"

"How about not calling me shrimp."

"Fiiiine. Shrimp."

Aaargh.

"Alright. Sam!", she finally said.

"Thank you. You're prettier when you're nice you know.", I said. That caught her off guard. She looked down.

Still looking down she said, "No, I'm not."

"Sure you are, Jill."

"I'm flat."

"Flat?"

"As in flat chested. No one will go out with me."

"I don't believe that. You don't need big boobs to be pretty. And big boobs don't automatically make you pretty, either."

"Julie has big boobs now."

"Don't be jealous."

"I'm not."

A few silent moments passed.

"Ok, maybe a little. This whole thing with Julie growing is weird. Why did she have to grow?"

"What's so bad about that?", I asked.

"She always gets everything."

"Everything, like what?"

"Like you."

"Me?"

"Well, she has a boyfriend. And now she's bested the one thing I used to have over her. She's really big now."

"Tell me about it."

"Yeah, sorry, I guess you'd know about that.", she said. "Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Um. Can I ask you question?"

"Shoot."

"It's a personal question."

"Ok.", I said. I was speculating on where this was going.

"I was just wondering. You know, if ...", she was drawing this out.

"Go on.", I said.

"How do you and Julie, you know, do it?"

"Sex?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you ask that?"

"Well, you know."

"Know what?"

"With her being big and all that, ok?"

"Well, this is getting personal, Jill."

"Sorry. I'll just go back to my room."

She said "sorry". I guess we're making progress.

"NO, no, it's ok. We can talk about it.", I said.

"Ok."

"It's not an easy thing for a guy to talk about. Especially when he's talking about his true love to her sister."

"It's ok then. You don't have to."

"No, maybe we can discuss it more later, but just to satisfy your curiosity, it's not weird and kinky, ok? Just pretty much what other people do." Little did she know.

"Ok. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't intrude."

"That's ok, Jill. Even though you're a brat, I still consider you family."

"Hey!"

"Well, you called me shrimp.", I said.

"But I stopped."

"Ok, I'm sorry for calling you a brat. I was just kidding.", I apologized.

"Alright."

"Are we even then?", I asked.

"Yes. We're even."

"Good. Let's start over, ok?"

"Ok.", she agreed.

"You could come see us more. Your sister actually likes you.". What was I saying? Just a few short moments ago I was thinking that having her over was a bad idea.

"Yeah, I know I used to berate her for her size. I don't know why she likes me, especially that's she's like a model now. It's just that ..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You can say it. I won't let anything get back to Julie if you don't want to."

"Mom either.", she said.

"Sure. It'll be our secret. Just between us."

"Ok."

She fidgeted nervously.

"Go ahead.", I said.

"Well. Julie is prettier."

"I told you, you're just as pretty."

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, I wish somebody else would notice."

"You mean somebody taller."

"Yeah." "No! No, I didn't mean it that way. Really. You're cool. You were a jock weren't you?"

"True. So was Julie, but you should know that being a jock does not make you cool.", I set her straight.

"I never had a cool boyfriend."

"Sure you did. Julie said you had boys all over you.", I kind of lied a little.

"I wish. They were all jerks."

"See, guys do like you. So why did you go out with them if they were jerks?"

"I only went out with some of them and only a couple times before I decided they were jerks."

"You never went out with anyone more than once or twice?"

"Well, not really. Some maybe. Not that's it worth remembering. I don't know. None of them were memorable."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jill."

"That's ok.", she said with a sad face. There was silence for a little bit after that.

"So, you thought I was cool, huh?", I broke the silence.

"Yeah.", she said.

"I wish more people would think so.", I said.

"Julie told me you have a fan club at the coffee house."

"She said that?" I was blushing.

"Yeah."

"Well,... thanks." This was beginning to be a great conversation I was having.

"I'm jealous.", she said.

"Of me?"

"Of Julie. I wanted what Julie had."

"I had no idea."

"Don't tell Julie!"

"Don't worry. Our little secret. Remember? Zip lips, cross my heart and hope to die."

"Ok. Good.", she said, seemingly relieved.

"So, you've felt this way since high school?"

"Yes. I mean you're cute and everything." I was blushing. "But I really wanted the relationship you two had.", she said, then, "Have.", she corrected instantly.

"I'm sure you'll find a nice guy, Jill."

"No, I won't. I'm destined to be lonely."

"No. I'm destined to be short. You're just young, give it time. Hey, we're friends, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So, you can always come see me when you're lonely. I can listen real good."

"Yeah, right. And take you away from Julie. No way."

"It's not like that. I mean, think of me as the brother you never had."

"Really?"

"Of course. Don't you ever talk to Julie like that?"

"No. I could never admit to her what I just told you. She never really wanted to talk to me. You know, like sisters."

"Well, I like talking to you now, Jill."

"Thanks."

"Look, I need to get some work done. Would you like to help me fix dinner later? We can surprise Julie.", I said. She seemed a lot perkier than just a few moments ago.

"Ok."

"Well I'll see you in a couple hours then. You might want to go outside on the deck. It's a nice day."

"Ok. Can I sunbathe?"

"Absolutely."

I went back to work but was distracted by Julie walking to the back deck in her bikini. Oh boy, I didn't need this. But despite the distraction I did get some work done.

All in all that was the most constructive conversation I ever had with Jill by far in, forever. I could see a little family resemblance in her, but I guess she must have taken after her father.

They all had dark hair though and Jill's was cut short. Don't tell anyone, but short hair on a girl turns me on. Maybe it's because it makes them look younger, I don't know. Jill had a bob haircut, and it kinda made her look like a model.

She was fairly slim, taking after her mom and Julie. Her bust was, I don't know, maybe a B cup. Remember, even though I really enjoy Julie's new boobs, and of course Erin's too, size doesn't really matter. Ha, that's ironic, isn't it?

But all in all, Jill was hot. I never noticed it though, until I saw her in the bikini.

Of course, even Jill was taller than me, making her one of the "big people". It's hard sometimes to think of big people as being less mature than you, but I was learning real fast.

I was seeing Jill as a little sister now. Ok, big little sister. (I just hoped she wouldn't call me her little brother.) By the way, Jill has really great looking legs too.

Later on that day Julie arrived home and Jill helped with dinner. Being a nice day we cooked on the grill again: hamburgers and hot dogs this time. I ate only one hot dog. Jill had one of each. And Julie had two of each.

I was admiring both sets of legs that evening after dinner as we sat out on the deck, but trying not to be caught. Hey, I'm pretty good at it by now.

We had a radio station on. I have speakers out on the deck; installed them myself. Nothing fancy, just something I picked up at the warehouse store. I was still proud of my work.

Jill was dancing. Julie and I weren't. Jill was still in her bikini dancing barefoot and then suddenly yelled, "OW!"

She started jumping up and down holding her right foot and came over to sit in a chair.

"What's wrong?", both Julie and I said.

"I think I got a splinter."

I went into the house and came out with alcohol, gauze and tweezers. "Ok. Let me pull up a chair."

Dr. Sam decided surgery was indicated. Patient's vitals were taken: pretty face, great legs. Check! He went to work. In no time the pedal intruder was splinter-ectomied. Gauze was used to control blood loss but bleeding was minimal. Patient is expected to make a full recovery.

"Thanks.", she said.

"Oh, someone is being nice tonight.", Julie piped in.

"Come on, Julie. I just took a splinter out of her foot. What did you expect her to say?"

"I don't know. Maybe, 'your stupid deck attacked my foot. Shrimp.'"

"Julie!", I retorted.

"Oh. Sorreee." Julie hadn't known of our conversation earlier today.

"Jill is being nice to us now. You owe it her to be nice yourself.", I said.

"Thanks, Sam", said Jill.

"Whoa. What's with you two?", Julie said.

"Nothing.", we replied.

"Ok. Let's see how far we can this then.", Julie said with a sly look in her eye. "Jill, did you know Sam can give a really killer foot massage?"

Where was this going? Ok, I'll play along. "Alright, I'll massage her foot, but only because of the splinter.", I said.

"Oh, that does feel good.", Jill was cooing. I was extra careful not to put too much pressure on the wound.

"Why don't you kiss her boo boo, Sam?"

"No." This was going somewhere I didn't want to go.

"Come on, you're really good at kissing toes Sam."

"Kissing toes?", Jill said with a starry-eyed look.

"No, Jill. Besides, your Mom will be here soon to pick you up. You need to get ready."

What was Julie's game? Did she want a repeat of what happened with Erin? This was weird. But then, for the last two months the weird has been showing up in my life regularly.

"Mom will be tired of driving all day. We should call her and have Jill stay the night.", Julie replied.

I looked at Jill and she had a longing look in her face. I wondered if I was going to win this one. I didn't have anything to come back with.

"Jill, do you want to stay with us tonight?", Julie asked.

"Sure. I guess."

I wasn't so sure this was a good idea.

"It's settled then. We'll call Mom and tell her Jill can stay the night."

"No. You'll call her and ASK her if she doesn't want to take Jill home." Somebody had to be the grownup here. I'm sure Mom would have been proud. Anybody else would have seen a wee little kid trying to act grown up. The girls new better.

"Party pooper."

Where did that come from? Just a moment ago Julie was really aggressive toward her sister. Now this.

Julie called her Mom. Mom still wanted to pick Jill up and bring her home tonight. Julie argued with her; I suppose no one ever told her: never argue with your mother. Jill ended up going home that night. Thanks, Mom.

Jill changed from her bikini and got ready. When Mom arrived we said goodbye.

Before she left I turned to Jill and said, "Remember what we talked about. And you're welcome here whenever you want?". I'm not sure that was the right thing to say but I was feeling closer to Jill than I ever have. Jill gave a big smile as they pulled away.

When they were gone my giant lover turned to me and said, "What did you mean, 'what we talked about'?"

"No. You tell me what that was all about tonight, with the foot rubs and toe kissing."

"I asked first."

"Ok. We just talked. Geeze.", I said.

"What about?"

"Nothing." Remember, I had a secret to keep.

"Uh, huh. Right."

"No really."

"I can't believe you had a civil talk with Jill."

"Well, we did. And you should make the time try it too some day. You are her big sister." Really big sister now.

"She won't talk to me. Not civilly anyway.", Julie said.

"She was civil to both you and I tonight."

"Hmm. I guess she was. Alright, mister. What did you do to my sister? Where did you hide the body?"

"Julie, we just talked about stuff. A little about you and how you were growing and how I was worried about it and just things in general. I swear."

"What about the 'you're welcome here anytime' remark?"

"I meant it. I was trying to be nice. To make her feel welcome, I guess. It's good, you really should talk to her."

"That's all? You should have asked me first before inviting her."

"I don't have to ask you. It's my house. Besides, you're the one that wanted her to stay.", I said. Maybe that was too strong. It felt like maybe were getting into a fight.

"So why didn't you back me up then earlier when I asked her to stay?"

"It's not right. You seemed eager to have her here tonight. What gives?"

"I, don't know.", she said, looking away.

"Come on. Spill!"

"I was just having fun. Ok?"

"Fun? Do you realize where that could have went? Remember when Erin spent the first night?"

"That turned out pretty good, didn't it? Besides, I saw you checking out Jill's legs."

Uh oh, busted. "That's, ..., that's, ... beside the point.", I stuttered.

"Is it?"

"You want another threesome with Jill?"

She blushed. My cute, formerly little, sweetheart was turning into a sex freak. An incest sex freak.

"So, is incest your thing now? Is it because we did it with Erin that you want to do this with Jill?", I asked.

"No. I might be curious but I'm sure Jill would enjoy it."

Wow. I guess with the way my life has been going I should have expected this. "So, just family?", I said.

"Well, there's this girl at my new job..."

"Wait. Hold it right there.", I interrupted. "I'm done. We'll talk about this later."

"Ok. Can I ask a favor then?"

"Sure."

"Can you kiss my feet and legs tonight?"

"Of course, honey."

"Can you pretend it's Jill's legs?"

Wow. You could have pushed me over with a feather.

"Um, yeah. She has great legs like you. Just not as long. No problemo."

----- Still growing

In case you were wondering we were keeping track of Julie's growth pretty closely lately. Still getting bigger, but slowing down.

It was impossible for me to stand on the chair to measure her -- I had to resort to using the step ladder. And because Julie was naked during these measuring sessions I had to be naked too. Those steps hurt my feet.

How high? 6'11"! Almost seven feet now. However, there was bad news: I had lost another full inch -- I was now 4'6".

I could gaze admiringly right into that washboard stomach of hers while standing. Her belly button is over my head when she wears her 6" heels, which she does when she wants to "play"; that's nearly a three foot difference.

She loves standing right next to me and saying "Now where did my little man go? Oh, there he is. Trying to hide under my boobs again, huh?", She can't wait until she's tall enough that I can go "down" on her standing "up". I'm afraid that time may not be too far away.

But it's getting ridiculous. We can't hold a normal conversation standing -- our necks would break. To remedy this Julie spends a lot of time on her knees at home. It is much easier for us to converse this way. I still have to look up to see her eyes and she can reach things in the shelves that I can't, even on her knees. I guess longer arms help. But at least, it makes hugging fun again, rather than trying to fit my arms around Julie's hips with my head in her stomach and hardly being able to reach high enough to touch her tits.

What with her knee problems and all the kneeling at home, we were welcoming the doctor visits. She had been working over a month at her new full time job as a human relations representative and her health care just kicked in. The doctor's appointment was scheduled for Thursday next week.

I couldn't get an appointment on the same day for me but did succeed in getting it for the day after: Friday. And as it worked out, we would have a whole weekend to contemplate the results.

All in all, things were going pretty good with the new job and everything but Julie was getting frustrated a lot. I guess when your perspective of the whole world changes in such a short time it becomes hard to adjust. She'd would run into things and hurt herself and trip over her feet. Even when we went running she would stumble, especially in the woods. This was terrible as we both loved running in the woods. It almost made her change her route.

People at work were generally intimated by her size, yet when she spoke, people listened. When I spoke, I wasn't taken seriously.

She had made casual friends at work; most didn't talk to her much. However, there were a select few who took the time to talk to her, got to know her and became good friends. I was looking forward to meeting them. I hadn't met anyone from Greg's gravel; I suppose we were both just too busy with our lives. Julie can't wait for the company picnic -- says she wants to show me off. Right. She probably wants to show off our height difference.

There is some bad news that has me worried, however: sometimes she would get so mad she would break things. In her defense, I don't think she had realized how strong she had become. So, on the whole things were good; Julie just needs time to get used to her new stature in life.


----- Wednesday

I had just come back from the office at about 2:00 with time to kill before Julie came home. I went to the gym and had a nice workout then went for a two mile run. I was getting out of the shower when Julie walked in, ducking to get through the front door. That's without her heels too.

Julie didn't wear too many clothes at home anymore since she had so few that fit and wanted to save them to wear to work. So when she got home she went to the bedroom to change. She came out in bra and panties. I love gazing at all that skin: bare shoulders, flat stomach, and miles and miles of legs. Did I mention Julie has great legs?

"So, how was your day?", she said.

"Good. Yours?"

"It was ok.", she said. "Mom called me today."

"That's good. How is she?"

"Fine. She said hello. She's going away this weekend."

"Oh. Where?"

"My Uncle is in hospice care now and Mom is going to spend the weekend with my Aunt."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope everything turns out ok. Is there anything we can do for her?", I said.

"Well, she also asked a favor."

"Anything. What?"

"She wants us to take Jill this weekend."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her I'd ask you."

"Thanks for asking. I guess it's alright then." I enjoyed talking to Jill. I'd been talking to her a lot lately, more than Julie had. I was still a little apprehensive of her spending the weekend based on what happened last time she was here though.

"But, isn't Jill old enough to stay home by herself?", I asked.

"She's only 17; she won't be 18 until November. I suppose she could stay home but it's the whole weekend and she doesn't have a car. Mom only asked us to check in on her and I suggested Jill come spend the time with us."

I was getting that feeling that I was going to regret what might happen.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen.", she said. Famous last words, huh?

"We shall see.", I thought.

Sex was really energetic that night. We started standing, her in heels and head nearly touching the ceiling. I bent a little and gave Julie head. It drove her wild. Went she was satisfied she picked me up for a kiss, my head this time nearly hitting the ceiling.

Then she turned me upside down with my face in her tits and it was my turn to receive. It was pretty special that night. Perhaps Julie really was scheming and anticipating Jill's stay. I know I was thinking of it.


----- That Friday with Jill

Finally Friday came and Mom had dropped Jill off that night. We watched a movie on TV eating popcorn. Jill was amazed at the size of her sister now. When kneeling Julie was almost as tall as Jill.

Since we still didn't have too many clothes that fit Julie, she only wore panties and a way too small sports bra that was straining to keep the puppies confined again. Jill didn't seem too comfortable with this, but didn't complain.


----- That Saturday with Jill

It was only an hour or so after we woke the next morning that Julie's phone rang: it was work. They needed someone to drop off a signed form to a client in the next town over. They couldn't contact the guy who usually did the courier work so they asked Julie to do it. I guess being the new gal, you had to pay your dues. They would pay her extra and she really wanted the money.

I asked Julie if she wanted Jill and I to come with her.

"No.", she said. "It's boring. Besides, you and Jill can have your alone time and talk." I wondered what she meant by that.

I would honestly welcome spending time with Jill. Julie knew of our talks. With Julie being gone about two hours or so, we should have plenty of time for a talk too.

Julie got ready and was heading out the door when she asked, "Do you mind if I take the bimmer?"

"Sure, go ahead.", I said. "The keys are in the kitchen hanging in the usual place."

"Thanks. I'll see you two in a couple of hours."

"Ciao. Have a safe trip.", I said.

Jill and I retired to the deck. It was the middle of July and was hot and muggy. It was also overcast that day but that only seemed to kill the breeze and it make extra muggy. Jill and I were talking about nothing in particular when I noticed her having trouble breathing.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. But I think my asthma is kicking up.", she said.

"Do you have an inhaler or something?"

"Yeah, I left it at home."

"You left your inhaler at home? That's not good."

"I forgot."

"You don't sound so good either. We'll need to go home and grab it." Thankfully, it wasn't too far.

"Always looking out for your little sister.", she giggled."Let's go then."

I grabbed the pickup keys and we went out to the garage.

"Hey, nice gym.", she said as I opened the garage door.

"Uh yeah.", I said. I never really thought of it as all that great. But I was proud of it.

"Julie really likes it.", I said. I didn't realize that Jill had never seen it before.

"She works out a lot huh?", Jill asked.

"Sure does. Hop in, let's go." I didn't want to wait too long. The ride in the truck wasn't going to be easy -- it has no air conditioning.

Now Julie had been suffering, I mean driving the pickup for a while so it was no surprise that the seat was all the way back. Even then, she found it cramped and would talk of getting her own car excitedly. "Give it some time. You only just started working full time.", I would say.

I pulled the seat all the way up, like I do in all cars, hopped in and put the seat belt on. I tried to put my foot on the brake to start the pickup but I couldn't reach it. I guess I'd lost a few inches since the last time I drove it -- it was for all intents Julie's car now. I slid down as far as I could in the seat and was just barely able to press the pedal. But then I couldn't see out the window. The pickup has always been big for me, and the BMW seat goes up a lot further, I guess. Damn it.

"Jill, do have your license with you?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel good enough to drive?"

"Sure."

So we switched places and Jill drove to her house. We went inside and she took a couple puffs on her inhaler. Then she packed it up and drove us back home.

"Feeling better?", I said.

"Yeah. Can I see the gym?"

I guess she takes after her big sister. "Sure." I showed her around.

Julie must have bought some new weight plates -- I noticed there were four 45 lb plates (two on each side) as well as two 35 lbs and two 15 pounds on the barbell: a total of 280 lbs. What I keep forgetting was the bar and we bought a new one which weighed 45 pounds, plus add another 10 for the collars. That was 335 lbs of barbell sitting on the bench! Did Julie press that once, or several times? Based on the other times I had seen her I guessed she probably benched several reps. It made my head swim. I'm sure the magnitude was lost on Jill. I'm gonna have to investigate this.

"What's that?", she said while pointing to the inversion table.

At this point it looked a little baroque with all the stuff I rigged to make it sit up higher.

" That's an inversion table."

"Oh, that's the thing Julie talked about. Says that's what made her bigger."

Oh dear.

"Can I try it out?", Jill asked.

"Why not."

I dragged the steps I had bought a while back over to the table so she could get on the correct way. The steps were for me around the house, but it suited its purpose out here better for when I wanted to hang inverted. Obviously, Julie didn't use this.

Jill took her shoes off and climbed up. I gave her the standard briefing. "Prepare for takeoff", I was thinking as she got ready to swing back.

"Aaaa", she screamed as she swept back almost all the way.

"Easy!", I said. "You can't swing your arms back too fast. Here bring your arms back down. Slowly. I'll hold the table so it doesn't crash again. Now bring your arms up again slowly."

She did a couple times and got the hang of it, then she hung there herself for a few minutes.

"Julie's right. This does feel good. Can I come over and use it sometimes. I want get bigger too."

"Sure, you can come over but I've been using this for over a year and I haven't grown."

"I know. You've even shrunk."

She noticed too. I guess the fiasco with the pickup clued her in.

"Just great.", I said. "I guess another giantess in my life won't hurt."

Jill laughed. "Aw, don't feel bad. You know I'll still like you, even if I get as big as Julie."

"Thanks. Do you know how I feel when my girlfriend's kid sister has to drive me around?"

"Not good, huh?"

"No. Not good."

"Julie perks you up, doesn't she?"

"Sure. She's my life now. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"She loves you. I can see it. And I'm still jealous."

"Don't worry, I'm sure someone will come into your life and make you happy forever. You're a super person, Jill."

"Well, I'm happy now since we started talking. You're a good guy too, Sam."

"Aw shucks." Yes, I'm a dork.

I continued, "I was a little worried when we decided to let you stay here this weekend, but I do like talking with you. At least you talk to me and take me seriously unlike, oh say, 99.999 percent of the rest of the people in the world."

"Oh it's not that bad. Are you worried something bad is going to happen?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry. We'll have fun."

"I am worried.", I said. "Did you guys plan the errand that Julie had to run so we could be alone."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"It's ok. I actually welcome this time we have together. Come on, finish up on that thing. Too much blood to your head will make you go blind."

"It will?"

"No. I'm just kidding.", I laughed.

She got off and we went back to the house.

"Are you going to go back out again?", she asked.

"Yeah, I was thinking about going out on the deck. The sun's out, and I like hot days. Will you be ok?"

"Yes, I should be alright. Can I change and come out too?"

"If you're feeling ok, then sure. I'll meet you out on the deck. I have lemonade and iced tea. Which do you want?"

"Ooo, lemonade sounds good."

So I poured a glass of lemonade for her and iced tea for me, then went out to wait for Jill on the deck.

After a short while she came out wearing her bikini. It was one of those strapless things; a bandeau top, I think it's called. When she saw me looking wide eyed she simply said, "I don't want tan lines where the straps are. It'll show when I wear low tops." And did I mention she had great legs like her sister?

I walked over to hand the glass of lemonade to her. She looked even taller than before. Ah, that's right, I remembered, I lost another inch since I'd seen her last. She was nearly a foot taller now.

Jill went to lie down on the chaise lounge. She needed a place to put her drink so I scootched a little table over. She turned over on her stomach.

"You and Julie have been talking more, right?", I queried.

"A little, maybe."

"Well, I think that's good. Don't you?"

"Sure. I guess I owe you thanks Sam. You got us talking, at least a little."

"You guys didn't talk much before, huh?"

"Well, not in any real way since she was in high school."

"Why?"

"Lot's of things, I guess."

"Ok. Wanna tell me about it?"

"It's about Mom and Dad splitting up. But, I don't know if I want to talk about it, Sam."

"That's ok. Julie doesn't talk much about that either."

Speak of the devil. Just then Julie came home. She noticed us out on the deck.

"Hold on guys, I'll be right out.", Julie yelled from inside.

"Hey, you want some iced tea? I made lemonade too if you'd rather that.", I yelled back.

"Iced tea sounds good." I knew what she wanted even before I asked. We were coming to know each other quite well.

I went inside to pour her a glass. She has a big one that she likes; a pitcher really. Only she put it up on the top of one of the cabinets. I couldn't reach it.

Jill had followed me in. "You want me to get that?", she asked.

"Please."

When she stretched to reach the glass her bandeau top came right up to eye level and I certainly did get an eyeful. Mr. Happy wanted to dance. Down! I had to think of quantum mechanics and solving partial differential equations again.

I filled Julie's glass with ice and tea, then put some water to boil for more. Jill brought the glass out with her.

Julie finally came sauntering out; in her underwear.

"Here's your tea Julie.", Jill said as she got up to walk over to Julie. She looked up at her sister with awe. Her head was way below Julie's shoulders now.

"Thanks.", Julie said then went to sit down at the table. She looks funny nowadays sitting in a normal sized chair with her knees way up.

"So, what'cha talkin' about?"

"We were just talking about your Mom and Dad, Julie."

"No, we weren't!", Jill adamantly denied.

"That's right. We weren't. Seems Jill doesn't want to talk about it."

"I don't blame her.", said Julie.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I can see it's a sore point with both of you.", I said. "Let me ask something though: why did you guys keep your Dad's last name when Mom changed hers back?"

"What was I supposed to change it to?", said Jill.

"Same as your Mom, I would think.", I said.

"Well, I will. As soon as I turn 18.", she said.

"You can change it before then. You just need your Mom's permission.", I passed on.

"I know. I figured I'd just wait until I'm 18 and change it myself. Mom had to pay a lawyer to do that and we didn't want to make it more expensive.", Jill said.

"What about you, Julie?"

"Oh, there'll be a time for changing it soon enough.", she said. I wondered what she meant by that.

Just then I heard the water boil. "Let me go make some more iced tea. I'll be right back."

"I'll help.", Jill said, following me inside.

"I don't need any help. Why did you come in with me?"

"Just in case you couldn't reach something.", she was giggling as she came up close as if to try to measure our relative heights. "And I didn't want to stay out there with the naked amazon."

"Whatever. She's only in her underwear; not much different from you in your bikini. Here fill this pitcher up with ice.", and I gave her pitcher. She actually did reach the ice tray in the freezer a lot easier than I could.

I put tea bags in the water. We let it sit for five minutes while we talked. Jill stayed awfully close.

I noticed that holding the ice close to her chest made Jill's nipples poke out of her top. Mr. Happy noticed too. Get down, boy. I tried to solve the problem of reconciling the standard model of matter arising from quantum field theory with Einstein's general relativistic theory of gravity in my head. I almost succeeded.

"Sorry.", I said. "I shouldn't have brought up the subject of your father."

"It's ok. Maybe it's good we start talking about it.", she said.

The tea was done. I poured it into the pitcher of ice, Jill refilled my glass with ice and I poured myself more tea.

"Want some more lemonade?"

"Sure."

So with both of our glasses refilled we wandered back out. Julie was leaning way back in her chair, face up to the sky, eyes closed and those long beautiful legs splayed way out. Damn, she has a great pair legs!

We found our seats again. Jill started this time.

"Julie. How come you and I never talked about what happened with Dad?"

"I don't want to.", Julie said.

"I wanted to talk but you always turned off when I brought the subject up."

"Yeah, well, that's all you wanted to talk about."

"No, it's not. After a while you wouldn't talk at all."

I could see Jill opening up. It looked painful for the both of them, but I figure this would be for the best.

I did have a hunch so I took a gamble. "Julie,", I said. "This happened right around when we started going out in high school, right?"

"Yeah."

"Did us going out back in high school have anything to do with your parent's splitting up?"

She crossed her arms across her expansive chest, grabbed a boob in each hand, looked away, and said, "No!"

"Ok.", I said.

"Hold on a minute.", Jill was talking now. "I remember that. You hated guys when you started high school Julie. I can understand that, but then you suddenly started talking about this guy you met on the track team and I thought you had gone crazy."

"It was the cross country team, Jill.", Julie corrected.

"Did you really hate all guys, or just the one's like daddy?", Jill replied.

Now, daddy, by the way, was six feet, eight inches tall. I found out from Jill sometime back. Their Mom and Dad must have looked a bit like Julie and me, only our situation was inverted. I didn't think much of it before but now I started thinking: this could explain a lot.

"Yes, I hated all guys back then.", Julie said, scrunching up more.

"But you started going out with me.", I replied.

"Yeah. So I did. Look, I don't want to talk about it.", and she withdrew further into herself, emotionally as well as physically, bringing her knees up to her chest this time.

"I'm sorry I brought it up.", Jill said, eyes starting to tear up.

"Now look, Julie. You're making your sister cry.", I said.

Julie was curled up for while. Then she suddenly put her feet down hard, placed her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over and said, "Fine! You two want to gang up on me, then ... fine."

"Yes, Sam. I went out with you because you were short. I hated tall guys. I figured you would never cheat on me like Dad because nobody would go out with you at your height. There. Satisfied?"

Ouch. I felt a foot tall at that moment. She changed her tune real quick.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm sorry, Sam.", she said getting up and running over to me to give me a hug on her knees. "I didn't mean that." She picked me up into her arms, standing and hugged me, tight. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was saying. I'm sorry."

My head was spinning. "I can see why you didn't want to talk to me about that. You can put me down now, Julie."

"Wait. Here me out. That's not all Sam. Really. I thought you were the most handsome man I ever met."

"Yeah, right."

"No really. Remember, you were still taller than me back in high school."

"Yeah. The good ole days.", I said, rolling my eyes.

"You were also the sweetest person I ever met."

Just then we both heard Jill sniffling.

"Jill, you're still crying.", I said. "You ok?"

"She started going out with you but then forgot about me.", Jill said, sniffling again.

"Oh, Jill. I was young then too. I didn't mean to ignore you. I had my own problems.", Julie told her.

"Yeah, well, great. You found a guy. I have nobody in my life."

Julie had a pained look on her face.

"Is that why you started being mean to me, Jill?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Oh, sweetie. I didn't want to hurt you."

Julie got up and went over to her sister, knelt down then started hugging Jill.

Jill suddenly stopped crying. "Um, Julie?", Jill said, kind of timidly.

"What?"

"You're naked."

That made Julie break away.

"No, I'm not."

"Sorry. It's just that ... maybe you should wear a swimsuit."

"I to topless with a swimsuit. Sorry, tops don't fit anymore.", she said. That got Jill laughing.

Jill started loosening up again. Julie went to sit back down in her chair. I wasn't sure they accomplished much but there's not doubt they were feeling a little better.

"So, um, at the risk of opening up the wounds again, would any of you mind telling me exactly what happened with Mom and Dad?", I said, quickly following up with, "But you don't have to. I'll understand."

"Sam, Dad cheated on Mom.", Julie said.

"Ok. I know that's bad, but people cheat all the time.", I said.

"But when Mom confronted Dad about it, he beat her. Ended up putting her in the hospital.", Jill said.

Then I looked over at Julie. She had a frown on her face.

Julie looked down, "And Shawn used to beat me up too. Not as bad as Dad did. But still."

"Oh.", I wondered. "That must be why you were so quick to come to me way back when, wasn't it?" It was only two or three months but felt like several lifetimes ago.

"Oh, honey. I would have come to you just as quick anyway.", Julie replied.

"Oh my God, Julie. I didn't know Shawn treated you like that.", Jill said.

"And neither does Mom. Let's not tell her, ok? She'd have a shit fit."

We all agreed with Julie on that point.

"Jill, you've been the closest to Mom the last few years, right?", I asked.

"Yeah."

"How's she doing? Really."

"She's good. A lot better now without Dad.", Jill said. "She's actually real happy now, especially seeing how Julie has grown. And I mean figuratively as well as physically."

"I'm sure she is proud of both of you.", I said looking over at Julie.

"She keeps trying to get me to get a job.", Jill complained.

"Well, you're out of school now. You should get a job.", I said.

"Yeah, Jill. It would be good for you. It would get you out and you can meet new people.", Julie told her.

"I can't do a job."

"Sure you can. You don't have to be, say, a doctor, like, right away. You could work at the clothing store where my sister works. I bet she could get you a job real easy there. They're always looking for people."

"I'll never be a doctor. But I don't know.", Jill said.

"I bet you'd find a real nice guy like Sam too.", Julie piped in. I blushed, Jill smiled.

It seemed like spirits were up and the girls were reconciling their latent distaste for each other. We made dinner then went out to a movie that night. It was sort of a chick flick that the gals wanted to see. I can't remember what it was, so you see I was real interested. But it was good to get out with 'family' and I truly felt that Jill was part of my family.

Plus, it was real funny watching Julie fold her legs into those theater seats. Did I ever mention she has great legs?

----- That Sunday with Jill

By now, every sexual episode with Julie was becoming an adventure. Out of necessity we would find new ways to do the dirty deed. Julie's changing perspective on the world was now touching our love life.

Mr. Happy was not getting any bigger; just the opposite from Julie's viewpoint. So I had to use my imagination to be able to satisfy her.

Fisting is one such technique we discovered. The first time we did it I got to see Julie's "O" face. I usually don't see those wicked cool contortions since when I fuck her now I can only see her chin, or when I'm going down on her my head's buried between her legs. But I highly recommend that every guy experience the "O" face at least once, if not many times in his lifetime.

That first time she was on her back, unlike now. This time she was up on her knees with her head down on the pillow. My arm was elbow deep into her and I was wiggling my fingers tickling her cervix. I love it; it drives her crazy.

I know, TMI. But there's a reason I speak of this: we awoke early Sunday and were in this exact position when I heard a noise. I looked over to the door and saw Jill standing there; eye's riveted on us, mouth open and her hand down her panties.

"Oh shit!", I screamed, involuntarily.

Jill's eyes shot wide open at this. There was a horrified look on her face for a second and then she ran back to her room.

Julie looked over and saw it too. "What the fuck!", she yelled. She got up and ran over to the bedroom where Jill was staying and nearly broke the door down. I ran after her. I thought it would be better to let Jill be, but Julie had jumped up too fast for me to realize what was going on.

"You little shit!", Julie said as she grabbed Jill by her left upper arm. She then picked her straight up in the air.

"Aaaaaa!", Jill screamed.

Jill was fighting but Julie was much bigger and obviously much stronger. Jill looked like a rag doll in Julie's grasp. Even I felt the pain.

Julie carried Jill into the living room; Jill still hanging by her one arm, her feet about a foot off the floor. She had a terrified look on her face. It happened so fast I couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry.", Jill kept saying.

"Damn right you are.", Julie said right before sitting down on a chair and drawing Jill across her knees.

"She wouldn't.", I was thinking. But she did.

"I'll teach you to spy on us.", Julie yelled as she pulled Jill's panties down below her butt and gave her a spanking with her right hand while holding Jill's wrists with the other. The first slap left a giant red handprint across Jill's ass. When it was finished what was left was two rosy red, welt filled, butt cheeks.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Stop.", Jill was crying.

When the act was complete, Julie pushed her off her knees and sent Jill to her room. Jill went scampering off, pulling up her panties along the way and crying.

I could not believe I witnessed what I just did. "Julie?", I yelled.

"Oh, stop taking her side.", Julie yelled back. "I'm tired of you all's shit. You want her? Go get her."

I didn't want her in the way Julie was talking, but I had to go check on Jill.

I ran to her room and knocked on the door. "Jill? Jill? Are you ok? It's Sam."

Julie came stomping past on her way to our bedroom and slammed the door. Then she came immediately back out and over to me.

"Little babies' wanna console each other? Wanna kissy, kissy? Go ahead! Do it!", she was still yelling. Then she pushed into the door with both hands breaking the latch. The door flew open and I saw Jill, a terrified look on her face, standing there with her hands crossed over her crotch, shoulders in a bunch, still in her bra and panties.

I had just realized Julie and I never got dressed.

"You're the first aid boy. Go get the cream.", Julie looked down on me and said. I just stood there dumbfounded.

"Well, GO!", she screamed and then picked me up and threw me down the hall. It's a good thing I learned some Judo in college and was no stranger to falls. I took the fall rolling and landed safely. Then I ran off to the medicine drawer in the kitchen to get some first aid cream.

I met both of them coming back into the living room, Julie dragging Jill by the arm again. There's going to be a bruise there tomorrow. Julie sat down and moved Jill in front of her. Jill was still crying.

"Pull those panties down!"

Jill complied, a scared look on her face. I came over and knelt down behind her. I started applying the first aid cream as gently as I could to her rosy butt cheeks. The antibiotic wasn't needed but I knew the cream would feel good.

Julie stood straight up just inches away looking almost straight down at Jill, really accentuating their height difference.

"Who's the pip-squeak now?", she yelled. Then continued, "You rubbing that butt; boy? Cream her real good. You hear me, BUTT boy?", she commanded.

I'd never heard her talk like that. I looked Julie right in the eyes with a stern look on my face. Then I shook my head in revulsion and turned my attention back to Jill.

Julie's expression changed immediately when she saw the disgust in my face. A look of panic came over her and she ran off, presumedly to our bedroom.

I finished applying the cream to Jill's ass. I picked up her underwear and gave it to her. She was still crying. I wanted to give her a hug and hold her for as long as it took, but not like this.

She just stood there crying, catatonic, holding her panties. I took her by the hand and brought her back to the bedroom. The door wouldn't stay closed anymore, but I didn't think it was going to matter at this particular moment.

"Jill. You ok now?"

She looked down at me. "Sam. I'm sorry.", she said with tears in her eyes.

"No Jill. I'm sorry."

We sat next to each other on the bed. I held her despite the fact that I was naked and she bottomless. She didn't have the strength to get dressed I had supposed. She needed some TLC; I tried my best.

After a while I looked around and got her some pants. With great effort I put them on for her; she wasn't cooperating much. Then I held her hand. I got up and said, "Come with me. I'll get you some breakfast."

I realized only after reaching the kitchen that I was still naked.

"Shit. Lemme go get some clothes on. I'll be right back."

"No!", she screamed.

"Why?"

"Julie's in there.", she said, trembling.

I wasn't afraid of Julie, though better sense would have told me that was a mistake; but I didn't want to upset Jill any more than she already was. So, I stayed in my birthday suit.

I got her a bowl of cereal, put some coffee on and sat next to Jill at the table. I put my hand over hers.

"I don't know what's gotten into her.", I said to Jill.

"It's me. I know it is."

"No, Jill. It's not you. Julie's been going through tremendous changes. It must be real hard for her. I can tell she hasn't been handling things well lately. I'm sure she didn't mean it. It's just a phase."

"No, it isn't. I was mean to her all these years, and now I deserve it back."

"No, sweetheart. Nobody deserves it back. Julie's just not herself."

"She'll never be herself again.", Julie said with more tears in her eyes.

This was true. But I was going to do everything I could not to let Julie change in this way.

The rest of the day Jill and Julie avoided each other. I eventually wound up finding my way to the bedroom and getting dressed. Julie was still in bed, crying into the pillow. I wanted to scold her, but emotions were running too high.

And it was still several hours before Mom would show up to pick up Jill.

Lunch was uneventful. Neither girls would even look at each other. I made Jill help me clean up. Julie was too much like the walking dead to be of any use. Besides, our time would come to talk. Right now, I wanted to spend the little time we had together with Jill.

I practically had to drag Jill outside. I'm glad I did though. I put on music and said, "Let's dance."

"You don't dance."

"But you do. I saw you. You're good. Come on, let's boogie."

"Then I proceeded to make a fool of myself."

She laughed. FINALLY a smile on someones face today.

"Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Will you still be my adopted brother? I think I lost a sister."

I felt both good and bad right then.

"Of course, and don't worry, Jill. Things will be ok."

"She scares me."

I was hoping she was wrong. We spent the rest of the day together. I tried my best to amuse her. For the most part, I think I succeeded.

When Mom came to pick up Jill she was in a reasonably good mood. I walked out with her to the car.

"Where's Julie?", her Mom said.

"Oh, she's not feeling like herself today.", I said, which was true.

"Yeah, she's laying down.", Jill said, which was also true.

Jill gave me a big hug. We held each other for a while. I was hoping her Mom wouldn't think anything of it. Jill waved good bye right before they pulled away. I waved back.

I watched them go until I couldn't see the car. Then I came back inside.

"Julie!", I yelled. "Come down here."

I scolded her. "What's gotten into you? This is not the first time you've been like this but it is by far, the worst."

"I don't know Sam. I was angry. Same as the other times. I don't know what's happening. I'm losing control."

"Then you've got to get a hold of yourself. If you don't then something really bad will happen."

"Something bad did happen. I'm so sorry. Sam, can you ever forgive me?"

"Julie, of course I forgive you. But, ..."

"But what?"

"I'm not so sure about Jill."

"I know. I blew it. I really wanted to get back in good with her. I thought we were, then..."

"Well, keep trying, ok?"

"I don't know Sam. I just don't know."

There wasn't much else to say on the matter.


----- Wednesday intruder

The weather had been shitty all that week so far, just like our moods. Julie and I hadn't had sex since Sunday morning. But at least we held each other at night.

I was worried. The bigger she got, the more Julie's disposition became unpredictable. I was afraid someone could get hurt.

It just so happened that my fears were never more evident than that Wednesday evening. We were both home by 6:30, Julie arriving just about 45 minutes before. We were both also feeling a little more upbeat: tomorrow Julie had her doctor's appointment, and Friday mine.

I was in the living room reading, the weather being too bad to go out on the deck. I heard a loud knock on the door. Almost a banging.

I opened it a little to peek out and the ugly guy who was standing there caught me by surprise as he pushed the door all the way open. Then with one arm he shoved me over to the side onto my butt.

"Get outta the way, dickwad.", he said, trudging into the house with mud on his boots.

I told you I learned a bit of Judo, didn't I? I was good at it, probably because of wrestling and the fact that I was fast; it came in very handy on this occasion, and without me even thinking about it.

I used a technique called okuri ashi harai -- a double foot sweep. Only the one I did was from behind with no hands, yet timed perfectly.

Both of the intruders feet left the floor and he landed on his left shoulder, no doubt causing a bruise, maybe a dislocation. However, I was not going to waste the moment. Also without thinking, I grabbed his arms from behind as he started getting up and pinned them to his back, locking mine over his to prevent him from moving. I had him!

Julie must have heard the commotion, for she came walking in just then. Her eyes lit up. I was familiar with this expression as I saw plenty of it in the preceding days.

"Shawn, you piece of shit!", she yelled. Then she ran up and kicked him in the chest. Hard.

I heard cracking. Shawn went down, he was unconscious. His breathing was loud and heavy. I immediately knew that he needed medical attention.

"Julie? What the fuck? I had him under control."

She stood there dumbfounded.

"Well, he deserved it."

"Julie, go call 911. Now."

She did as I asked. Soon the medics and police arrived. There wasn't much I could do for Shawn. They took him away on a stretcher.

"Is he going to be alright?", I asked one of the medics.

"Don't know. We're moving him down the road where the helicopter will pick him up."

"That serious?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Flail chest.", the medic answered.

"Is it bad?"

"It can be fatal."

I came back inside and talked to the cops for bit. Julie for a bit longer. When they were ready to leave I asked them if we were in trouble.

"Nah. You'll be fine. We'll be filing a report but I doubt the DA will do anything in this situation."

"The medic told me he could die.", I said.

"The guy forced his way in before you could do anything about it with intent to harm the young lady here. I'd call it justifiable homicide.", the cop told us.

I went to console Julie. The cops were just leaving when I heard one of them say, "Did you get a load of the Amazon. I wouldn't want to break into that place. That dude musta been high." They all laughed at that. Julie heard them too.

When they all left we talked.

"What was Shawn doing here?", I asked her.

"Shawn called last week. He said I owed him money. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't think he knew where I lived. And I figured I could take care of myself, even if he did show up."

"You didn't have to hurt him, Julie. Even as small as I am, you know I can take care of things like that. I was holding him good."

"It's just, I don't know. I was incensed; I saw red. I've been dreaming of doing something like this to him ever since before I left him. It was just like before. Like ... with Jill this weekend isn't it?"

"Julie."

"What?"

"Tomorrow, when you see the doctor, ... tell her about this. Ok?"

"Ok."

"And tell her about the other times."

"I will. Sam, am I a monster?"

"No, you're not a monster."

"Jill thinks I am. People are afraid of me."

"I'm not."

"I know you're not Sam. You're not afraid of anything. I was thinking the other day how I used to look up to Dad and be so afraid of him because he was so big. Then I thought of how I must look to you, and I probably look even bigger. But it doesn't faze you; you're brave and I love that in you."

I wished that were true. I just kept listening.

"When I started growing I thought this was the greatest thing in the world. Now I just want to go back to being little. I want you to be the big one again.", she said crying.

I've grown too -- grown to love Julie; I don't care what size she is. But I would gladly change places with her, not because I want to be big, as great as that would be, but even more because I want to stop Julie's pain.

It's been the most miserable week of my life so far and we still have the doctors to see. I didn't feel so brave any more.

----- Thursday

The day of the dreaded doctor's appointment had come. Julie's appointment wasn't until the afternoon so she got ready to go to work this morning.

We were eating breakfast. Rather, Julie was eating. My stomach was tied up in knots. I told Julie that I had already eaten before she got up. I lied and wasn't sure she was buying it, but she didn't say anything.

"Sam."

"Yes, dear."

"Nevermind."

I didn't push it today. That's pretty much how this week went. We both wanted to communicate but we just kept our mouths shut. We did a lot of hugging though. I'm sure that's the only thing that kept us going.

I could tell she was scared. I was keeping up the brave facade, however. I'm pretty sure she could see past it. Today was the day she would find out what was wrong with her, if anything. I'm sure whatever the doctor found out, if it were bad they could fix it.

"Hey, Julie."

"What."

"Today's a good day. The sun is out and the doctor will be able to make you feel better."

"Ok."

"So, be happy."

"I don't feel happy, Sam. How can you say that with all that's happened."

"Well, I've got you. That's all I need to be happy."

"Sam, your such a ..."

"Such a what?"

"I don't know. Just, thanks. Ok?"

"Ok, honey."

She left for work feeling a bit better I think. She took the BMW even though I knew I wouldn't be able to drive the pickup. I wouldn't see her, and probably not even hear from her until after she saw the doctor.

I couldn't work. I was on too many pins and needles. On a whim I called Jill. I thought of calling Erin first, but she hadn't known what took place this week. She did know about our doctor's appointments and I'm sure she would call, or drop by (if I'd pick her up that is) tonight.

"Hello."

"Hey Jill, it's Sam."

"Hi Sam. How's my little brother?"

Sheesh, I thought. Well, at least she's in better spirits then before.

"Not so good.", I said.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Julie. I'm worried about her. She has her doctor's appointment today you know."

"Yeah, I know. I hope they find out what's been bugging her. You gonna be ok Sam?"

"I don't know. I'm here by myself. I just needed someone to talk to."

"And you called me? How sweet. I'm honored."

"Yeah, you're like my big sister. Someone I can talk to.", I said. I could hear her snicker. I'm sure she liked that "big" sister comment.

"Why didn't you call Erin?"

"I thought of that, but I'll see her soon enough. Besides, you and I have already been through this bad part of Julie together. It will be easier to talk to you about it."

"Hey, you know what I'd do?", Jill said.

"What?"

"Go shopping!"

"Ha.", I laughed. "I guess you would say that. I can't go out though. Julie has the car."

"But you have the pickup."

I said nothing.

"Oh. Ohhhhh!"

"Yeah, now you understand."

"Oh, baby. I'm sorry. Hey, I brought mom to work. I have the car today. I could come over."

"I can't make you do that Jill."

"It's no problem. I'd love to come see you. It would give me an excuse to get out."

"Well, if it's ok."

"Sure. I'll see you in a few minutes."

And she was right, it was only a few minutes later that the car showed up in the driveway, not that I was looking for it. Ok, yes I was eagerly anticipating her arrival and kept checking out the window. I hoped she wasn't speeding.

I had the door open before she even got out of the car. We hugged. To be honest, it felt good to be hugging someone where your face was in their chest as opposed to their stomach.

"Come on in. Can I get you some lemonade?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Do you want to go outside? It's sunny, ableit still wet."

"Sure."

Jill took her shoes off and we went outside and sat around the table. She was wearing shorts. Did I mention she has great legs too?

I had to wipe the chair and table off with a couple of towels since they were still wet from the rain. We sat and sipped our drinks.

"So."

"So.", we both said. We spent a few moments silent.

"How's your arm?", I said.

"It's ok. Why do you ask?"

"Julie pretty much mishandled you, dragging you by the arm and all that."

"Yeah. But it's not bad."

"About Sunday, um, I'm sorry you saw what you did. I hope you weren't grossed out or anything."

She looked away. "I shouldn't have been there. I really, really, regret doing that Sam."

"I know."

"I wasn't grossed out. I was ..."

"What?"

"Well, let's just say it was interesting."

"I can imagine."

"You two must have quite the imagination."

"We have to Jill. She's ..."

"So much bigger?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ok with that?"

"Sure. I worry that Julie's not ok with it though."

"Why?"

"No reason. I mean she hasn't said anything or acted like anything is wrong. It's just that she has grown sooooooo much."

"And you're shrinking."

"Don't remind me."

"Sam, it's getting pretty bad. I can tell." Then she got up and came to me. "Stand up, Sam."

My head was well below her shoulders.

"See Sam. You used to be this high on me." She put her hand up to her lips. I had to look way up to see them. "Where do you come up to on Julie?"

"I don't think my head is much above her belly button, Jill."

"See. That's why you guys have to use your imagination to make love. And that's why Julie was so mad at me. She must be self conscious about it."

"For sure. But it's more than that, Jill."

"I kind of wish someone would experiment like that with me.", she said, looking down.

"Oh, you want to get kinky, huh?" I was poking fun at her. We laughed.

"Well, with someone as small as you I guess it would have to be kinky. I wouldn't mind kinky really.", she said, winking.

"I still feel bad about what happened on Sunday, Jill."

"Catching you guys having sex, or what happened after?"

"All of it, but mostly what Julie did to you after. She's not in her right place."

"It's not your fault. If it wasn't for you I'm sure I'd feel a lot worse, Sam."

"I know but it doesn't make it all better. But besides all that, I'm scared what the doctors will say today."

"Try not to worry. I wish I could say something to make you feel better like the way you did with me."

"You're already helping just by being here, Jill."

More silence.

"Hey, you know what?", Jill suddenly said excitedly.

"What?"

"You know my friend from school?"

"No. I don't think I know any of your friends from school."

"Of course not, silly me. But she knows you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Her name's Sharon. She saw you singing at the coffee house."

"Oh? Have we met?"

"No. She's too shy. You should have heard her talking about you though."

"What did she say?"

"Well. We were talking and she was describing this dreamy guy she saw at the coffee house. She said that she loved his performances, and his songs, and he had a beautiful voice."

I was loving this.

"Then she started describing how cute and tiny this guy was."

"Yep, gotta be me.", I chuckled.

"Well I said, 'Oh my God, it's Sam?', and she said, 'Yeah, that's him. Have you been going to the coffee house too?'. Well of course I told her that you were my sister's boyfriend. 'The big one?', she said. 'Yeah, that one.'" There was something else that Jill wasn't telling me that I would find out later.

"That must look pretty funny to everyone else: Julie and me."

"Well, you have to admit, you don't see that too often."

"So true."

"Even you and I going out would look pretty peculiar.", she said, snickering.

"Yeah. I know.", I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, don't feel bad. Sharon wants to meet you.", Julie said, real sincere.

"Um, ok."

"You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Of course not. You should come to the coffee house on Fridays sometime and introduce us. That is, if she really is too shy to introduce herself.", I said.

We talked a little while longer about nothing in particular. I was feeling better. I had two cups of coffee and two glasses of iced tea this morning so I had to go pee.

I excused myself, asking Jill if she needed any more lemonade. She didn't, but I wanted to be a good host anyway. Then I got up. I was barefoot too and halfway back to go inside I slipped on the wet deck and fell right on my ass.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine.", I said, picking myself up. I was ok; just a bruised ego. Jill started laughing.

"Yeah, Yeah. Laugh it up, fuzzball.", I said.

"You should see the back of your shorts.", she said laughing.

Just then I noticed it was getting cold back there; they had gotten wet.

"You want me to come in and help you change?", she teased.

"No!"

"Oh, come on. You helped me put my pants back on. Remember?"

"Don't remind me. How is your, um, butt?"

"I can sit down. I guess it's ok."

"It's not just ok; it's fine.", I said, playfully.

"Sam, you tease. You must be trying to get into my pants.", she said, smiling.

"Been there, done that. The image is permanently burned into my mind."

Jill laughed. "Your's is a cute little ass too you know." Now I wondered if she ever met Erin.

So I went inside, took care of business and changed my shorts.

When I got back out Jill had her legs stretched out on top of a chair with her head back and hand resting on the table holding her lemonade. Did I mention she had great legs too?

We talked a little while longer until our drinks were finished.

"Want lunch?", I said.

"Sure."

"What would you like? I have cold cuts, soup, that sort of stuff."

She thought for a little while and said, "Wanna go out? I can drive, if you'll pay."

I mulled it over for half a second and said, "Sure, why not."

It was still a bit early but we got ready and headed out. We weren't sure where we wanted to go. We stopped at a gas station and I used my card to fill up Mom's car.

We decided we didn't want to just go to the drive thru and bring it home -- we were going to eat out. We settled on a little Chinese food restaurant. I had my usual Szechuan Beef with rice and she had chicken and noodles.

When we were done, we went wandering around the little shopping center. She wanted to go into the game store, so in we went.

I'm not much into gaming, despite the fact that I program computers. We're not all geeks like that you know? But apparently, Jill was a gaming geek. I was really wondering if she hadn't already met Erin.

"Look! Space Alien Pod Racing GT 2 is out. Oh, I'd love to get that?"

"Have you finished playing Space Alien Pod Racing GT 1 yet?", I asked.

"We can't afford too many games: I don't have Space Alien Pod Racing GT 1. Actually, it's just called Alien Pod Racing, or just 'A', 'P', 'R'."

I wanted to get it for her, but wasn't really sure it was right. So, we spent a little more time inside then resumed our wandering around the shopping center.

We passed a jewelry store. I looked in. It got me thinking.

So the day went, and Jill brought me back home and then left. I told her to say hi to Mom for me. I thanked her for coming over; she thanked me for lunch. We hugged, face to chest. Then she left and I watched her leave.

I was alone again, but I felt much better than before. I'll have to repay Jill somehow.

Now was about the time Julie would be getting her exam. I was becoming more nervous again. I logged into my desktop and went through pictures we had taken of each other. This weird progression of our relationship -- and especially Julie's growth -- we had documented throughout this time in pictures.

Much of the pictures were of us together showing our height differences over the past couple of months. Some were racy, especially when we would measure our heights.

I liked the ones where I was kissing and sucking on Julie's tits while we were both standing. Those days are gone as she surpassed the point where my mouth could reach her juicy melons. Now she had to bend way down for that. Sometimes she'd make me get up on my toes, the little, I mean big nymphet teaser.

The latest ones of course was where her boobs were way over the top of my head. I could just reach the top of her tits with my arms all the way extended up. At times when looking up I couldn't see past her pair of tits to peer at her face. Even so, her face was so far above as to be in a different world. A world in the sky.

There were some selfies that Julie had taken and sent me. I saved all of these. They weren't racy. Not much anyway -- maybe a hard PG-13 here and there. But we were too afraid of hackers so I saved them on the computer and deleted them from the phone. Don't ask me where the steamy pictures of Julie are, ok? Rule 34 doesn't apply.

Still, I'd love to show Julie off to you. I had come to the realization that I didn't care if guys hit on her, or ogled her. I felt proud just to be in her presence. It didn't matter if she was ten feet tall; or two.

I couldn't understand what she saw in me. She was nearly twice my height now. I couldn't protect her, not that she needed it. If it came down to it, she would be the one protecting me. Things like that were irrelevant.

There was still a couple more hours before Julie was due home. I put the pics away and just did some browsing online.

The internet is analogous to my life: weird. "Weird" I was becoming comfortable with. There's good and there's bad too. I've had my share of bad this week.

Finally, Julie arrived home. I was waiting at the door when she came in. She was wearing a smile. This was a good sign.

"So, how did it go?", I said. "Wait. Let me get you something to drink first. Want some tea?"

"Yes. Hot tea would be good."

So I put on a pot of water and said, "You want to go sit outside? It's cleared up and the deck is dry now."

"Sure. That would be good. Lemme go change."

She came back out in sports bra and panties again. We waited for the water to boil, made a couple cups of tea then headed out.

"Ok, tell me how it went.", I said. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Well, they measured me."

"And?"

"I'm officially over seven feet.", she said giddily. "I"m seven feet two inches!"

Wow, she was still growing fast. We needed to measure her here real soon to see if ours agreed with the doctor's. We hadn't measured her at all this week.

"Their scale wouldn't go high enough."

"How'd they measure you then?"

"The same way we do."

"You were naked?"

"No, silly.", she laughed. It was good to hear her laugh. "But I was barefoot."

"Go on."

"The nurse did all the things like blood pressure and stuff."

"How was it."

"It was ok, I guess."

"Did you see the doctor?"

"Yes. She came in and did some more examining. She checked my ears, eyes, listened to my heart. You know, all those things."

"And?"

"We talked for a long time."

"So?"

"She asked a lot of questions. I had to tell her of Dad: his height and his temper. I told her about getting my period late too. All of those things."

"Tell me, what's the verdict?", I asked.

"We're not sure, but the doctor seemed comfortable about my growth spurt. She said that it could very well be that I'm just taking after dad. Usually, girls don't have a growth spurt this late, but it's not unheard of either."

Wow, that was a relief. I think.

"I asked about hanging on the inversion bench."

"Go on."

"She said she never heard of that and asked if I had any pain. I told her hanging felt good and she said that's good that it helped with the growing pains. And also that it might have stretched out my legs and back helping to make me taller."

Why didn't it work for me, I wondered. Life's not fair.

"What about, you know? The violent stuff?"

"She ordered a blood test and is going to let me know. She thinks it's hormones. Growing so fast might have created a chemical imbalance, or something like that. I can't remember exactly what she said. The blood test should tell her if anything is wrong."

It didn't sound like she had inherited the temper tantrums from Dad. "And did you get to the lab yet?"

"No, I'll do that tomorrow morning before work."

"Ok. Don't forget. I guess we won't really know for a while then, huh?"

"Yeah. We should know early next week though. I hope it's good news, Sam."

"It will be good news, Julie. I know it.", I assured her.

We both felt relief. Not complete though, I still had my exam tomorrow.

"Let's do something.", I said.

"What?"

"Let's measure you right now. Just to see if the doctor's office got it right. Ok?"

"Ok."

I think we both felt that this would get us back to our 'normal' that we had established that past couple of months. Not that anyone could call our live's 'normal' anymore.

We went to the living room and she stripped off to her birthday suit. I ran to get the step ladder and clumsily made my way back. She grabbed the tape measure and stuff from the office. We measured.

Yep. They were right 7'2", on the nose, we confirmed. That makes her officially a giantess, no?

"Do you want me to measure you, Sam?"

"I'm not sure. They'll probably measure me tomorrow."

"We don't have to. I understand."

"No, let's do this.", I said.

She bent way over to get the measurement as I stood against the wall staring into her crotch. This time she let her boobs smack into my face. I stood on my toes to kiss them, messing up the measurement.

"Hold still.", she said.

"Right. Like that wasn't on purpose." She giggled but we got serious again and got a number: 4'6".

I hadn't lost any more height. Julie was still more than two and a half feet taller though. Like I said before, I didn't care. And Mr. Happy was speaking up again.

I hugged her, my eyes below her belly button and arms barely around her hips enough to reach her butt cheeks. We went to bed early that night and made love for the first time in almost a week. I was hoping my doctor's visit would go as well.


----- Friday

My appointment was in the morning. I took the day off. Julie wanted to come with me but I made her go to work; in the pickup.

"If you come with me they'll think you're my mom and they'll send me over to pediatrics.", I told her. She took me seriously, until I laughed. She didn't laugh too hard though. I suppose she really did see me as a child. And why not? Wouldn't you see someone who's head were at to your waist as a child?

The visit went like Julie's. There was measuring (yep, 4'6" and only 82 lbs), poking, prodding, taking pulses and BP, etc. Finally, I got to talk to the doctor.

"So, what brings you here today, Mr. Cook?"

I know what you're thinking. They named me after the singer. I don't think my parents are that worldly. Except, Dad did like music, so who knows.

"I, um, have been shrinking."

"Oh, my. When did you notice this?"

"It's been happening over the past two or three months, I'm not totally sure when?"

"I see. Let me look at something."

Then he went looking through is paperwork.

"How tall were you before?"

"Four foot, ten inches, I'm pretty sure."

"I see. It looks like you're 4'6" now. Four inches. That's a pretty big loss for you young man."

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"No. It could be any number of things. We'll need to figure this out."

I had a worried look on my face.

"Don't worry. It's probably nothing. Sometimes people lose a little height later on in life. Not usually this much, and not usually at your age though. Let's see, you are ... 22 years old, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Ok. It may be unusual but could still be within norms. I'm going to order some labs for you. Can you get to the lab today to have them draw some blood?"

"Sure, I think I can make it."

"Good. Good. Hang on a second." He left then came back a couple of minutes later.

After a few sheets of paper were filled out he gave them to me. "Here. Take this to the lab and they'll draw some blood. We'll know more when the results come back."

"When will that be?"

"It shouldn't be more than a week. And I want you to schedule a followup appointment with me late next week. Alright?"

"Ok."

I settled up at the desk, made the followup appointment for Thursday and started home. I went to the lab, and had blood drawn.

I didn't want to be alone but Julie wasn't due home until this evening. I gave Jill a call again.

"Hey, how's it going?, she said.

"I don't know.", I replied over the phone. I'm not sure I sounded all that confident over the phone. Jill detected this.

"Are you at home?"

"No. I just got out from the doctor's office, I'm on my way home now though."

"Ok."

"I just wanted to talk to someone. Julie's at work."

"Ok. We can talk."

"Can I come by and see you?"

"Sure."

I was becoming real close to Jill. I showed up and we went to their living room.

We had a discussion about the doctor's visit. She could tell I was shaken up. I didn't really know anything from the doctor's visit, but I knew the doctor was concerned. He didn't say as much, but I could tell from the tone of his voice.

We talked of other things. She was trying to get my mind off of the doctor's visit. It was working.

"Hey, are you going to Mike's tonight?"

"I don't think I feel up to it Jill."

"I can introduce you to Sharon. It would do you good to get out."

"I don't know. I'll talk to Julie. If she wants to I guess we'll go."

"Well, let me know. I want to go too. You can pick me up right?"

"Yeah. Julie would be with me though."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that."

"Have you forgiven her for, you know?"

She looked down. "No. She hasn't talked to me since then."

"What if she does? And if she asks you to forgive her?"

"That depends on her, I guess. I'm still a little sore about that. Physically and emotionally."

"Would you like me to rub some more lotion again on those pretty little butt cheeks of yours?", I said, smiling.

"You little scoundrel."

"But I'm a sexy scoundrel. You said you like my butt."

We both laughed. It felt good.

"Look,", I said, "you know Julie saw the doctor yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, I should have asked. How did it go?"

"Well, they don't know everything yet, but I think she's ok. She probably has some chemical imbalance and that might explain her bad behavior."

"Sam. She reminded me of Dad Sunday. I was really scared."

"She is kicking herself over what happened, Jill. I told you what happened Wednesday night, right?"

"No. What happened?"

Oh boy. I repeated that story to her. Her response was "Wow. Just wow."

"I'm sorry, Sam. Maybe I should go see Julie.", she said.

"No. She should come see you.", I said. "I tell you what. We'll come get you tonight and maybe you two can talk it out together in private, if you want."

"You're coming then?"

"Sure.", I said. I didn't think it would be too hard to get Julie out tonight. It would do us both good.

"I'll give Sharon a call tonight and make sure she's going to be there."

"Cool."

I left to go home, but I made a stop at the game store and picked up Space Alien Pod Racing GT, both 1 and 2. And I picked up a gaming headset -- I noticed Jill's was broken. And I did a little more shopping.

----- Friday afternoon

I had my doctor's visit today, talked a bit with Jill then got home about an hour before Julie showed up.

We went out on the deck with our cups of hot tea again. It was overcast but still nice to be outside. We talked about my exam.

"It went good then, didn't it?", Julie asked.

"I don't know. He didn't say anything was bad but I could tell he didn't sound happy about it."

"Oh no, Sam. What if something is really wrong?"

"We don't know if anything is wrong, ok. I'm sure everything will be fine.", I said. She was more nervous than I was now. Certainly she was showing it more.

"Hey, I know what'll cheer you up, Julie."

"What?"

"Let's go to Mike's tonight. I'll bring the guitar."

"I guess, we could both use a night out."

"I talked with Jill today."

"Oh?", she said, looking down.

"Yeah. I know you feel bad but don't beat yourself up over what happened Sunday."

"She's my sister. I can hardly live with myself over what happened."

"Then apologize. This will be the perfect time."

"What? Tonight?"

"Yeah, I told her we'd take her to Mike's with us."

"I don't know if this will work out. It's too soon."

"Ha. Everything's been happening fast the last few months.", I said.

"You got that right."

"Look. It'll be ok. I got something. I want you to give it to Jill, ok? From you."

"What did you get?"

"Just some game stuff. Tell her I told you about it but don't let on that I bought it. You know she's into that stuff, right?"

"Yeah, I know. You think it will work?"

"I know it will, Julie. Just give it a chance. I talked to her today. She's willing to give you a chance."

"Oh, one other thing."

"What?"

"She has this friend from school she wants me to meet tonight."

"Yes?"

"You're not going to be jealous, are you?"

She laughed and had a sly smile painted on her face. So I took that as a "no problem".

Singing at Mike's is going to be good. This will be an excellent Friday night, I can sense it. How good, I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams.


----- Friday night at Mike's

We picked up Jill at Mom's house. They didn't talk to each other on the ride to Mike's except for the pleasantries: "Hello.", "Hi."

I left them in the car to talk like I said I would when we arrived. I was certainly tense. I hoped this would work. I went in to get ready for tonight's performance.

"Erin!", I shouted. I put my guitar down, ran up to her and literally jumped into her arms, nearly knocking her down. I knew I wasn't heavy enough to actually knock her over so it was all good. I was happy she showed up.

"I'm glad to see you too. What's this all about?"

"We've got a lot to talk about. But later, ok?"

"Ok."

"Are you ready to have fun tonight?", I asked.

"Oooh. You're taking me dancing?"

"Ha. Dream on.", I said, although if she persisted she might just succeed tonight. "Julie's here but out in the car with her sister."

"That's cool, I get to meet Jill, finally."

"You two have never met?", I said, with a bit of doubt in my voice.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"No reason. Let me go get my guitar and take care of things for later."

I had become somewhat of the regular at Mike's. Julie had quit working here not long ago but we still came many a night, not just on Fridays. Mike suggested I sing professionally. Yeah, right.

Erin and I talked. I told her Julie and I saw the doctor. She knew we were going, but not when. She asked about the results and I told her they're ok, but also that I would tell her all about it later, in private where it would be quiet. That seemed to satisfy her curiosity for the moment.

Pretty soon Julie and Jill came in together. That was a good sign. They didn't look happy, but they didn't look sad either. I couldn't read them. I was really hoping they had reconciled.

Jill went over to her friends. I had never seen her at Mike's before. I guessed she didn't come on Fridays much, but she did find her friends pretty quickly. I had wondered which one was Sharon.

Julie sat with Erin. They were happy to see each other. Julie seemed fine now. Erin has that effect on people. They were laughing together in no time. I had hoped Erin wouldn't ask about the doctors until later. It looked like this was the case.

The lights went down and announcements were made:

        ... AND PLEASE WELCOME OUR VERY OWN, SAM!

I started with Bob Marley's Redemption Song.

        Cause all I ever have ...

And then everyone sang along:

        Redemption songs.
        Redemption songs.

It's good when people spontaneously sing along. I needed this. It had become therapy for me.

Folks songs are easy but I was branching out. Don't get me wrong, it's still my favorite kind of music, but I was singing more country, pop and even rock.

So I did something I've never done before. I made sure the guitar strap was tight then I hopped down off the stool (more like jumping off a small cliff for me). I was playing the guitar intro as I made my way over to Julie. It helped that the cable connecting the guitar was long and that I had a wireless mic on, then I began singing to Julie:

        Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
        Of breaking little hearts like the one in me.
        That's ok, let's see how you do it,
        Put up your dukes, let's get down to it.

Didn't think I had Pat Benatar in me, did ya? I was doing a little dance with it, wiggling my shoulders and picking up my knees. I'm sure everyone thought it was "cute". I didn't care. Erin was laughing. Julie was having a ball; I was doing this one for her. I made my way back to the stage before the last verse.

        Fire awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

And so it went for an hour or two; I lose track of time when I'm performing. There was no break tonight as usually happens. There was also no other performers tonight. That's usually the case, but sometimes others do show up. Mike teased that I chased all the others away. Yeah, right.

When I was done, I was completely spent. I walked over to to Erin and Julie, we hugged, then I left to go see Jill.

I heard Erin say, "Where's he going now?".

"Don't worry about it.", Julie answered.

I hugged Jill. I'm sure everyone got a big kick out of that, what with my head in her chest. She had shoes on with a little heel to it so she was a bit taller than usual. She introduced me to her friends. I could tell she was real proud. She was acting real important, saying things like "Don't crowd him now." Kind of like a bouncer or like she owned me.

Introductions were made and I finally got to meet Sharon. She was real cute. As in, about five feet tall give or take -- still towering over me though. She had dark red hair, auburn I guess, curly, and was wearing a jean miniskirt with a t-shirt that had "sweetheart" written on it. She was a sweetheart too.

The shirt was too small on her. In her case almost any t-shirt would be too small, because she had big bazonkas! You know, huge mammary glands. That is, she was stacked. Whoppers. Tig ole bitties. Bodacious ta-tas. (I could go on.)

As I mentioned before, I don't really care about size, but this is the sort of thing that turns heads. And as I looked around, yes, all the guys, and some gals too, were looking.

"Hi.", she said demurely.

"Hi, Sharon. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Oh yes. You were really cute. I mean good.", she said, stumbling over the last part.

I laughed. "It's ok, Sharon. I know what you mean."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it that way."

"Sharon, I said it's ok."

"Alright." She was a little embarrassed.

"Hey Jill, you wanna meet my sister?", I said as I was thinking of how much of a real sister to me Jill had become.

"Sure.", said Jill

"You come too, Sharon.", I said.

"Ok."

So we shuffled on over to the table that Julie and Erin were sharing.

I made the introductions. Erin and Jill got along great, laughing together in no time. I knew they would.

I couldn't read Julie's demeanor though. I wasn't sure how she felt about Sharon. I gave her a hug while she was sitting. I still had to pivot my neck up to look into her eyes.

Some guy showed up. He only seemed to be about five foot two or three. I was thinking, this is my world: big girls, little guys. He said, "Hey Sharon."

Sharon turned and said, "Hi, Fred." It turns out Fred is her brother. They went off for a little bit and talked. Then Sharon came back over to talk to Jill. I watched Erin look Fred over brazenly. She always did that to the handsome guys. What can I say?

If Julie and Jill weren't getting along they didn't seem like it. Of course they weren't real chummy, chummy either.

It was getting late and everyone was making to leave. Erin asked if she could come over. That way Mom and Dad wouldn't have to come get her. I looked at Julie. She gave me a big smile. That meant Erin would be spending the night. And you know that means. I couldn't wait.

We had to bring Jill home, but Jill asked if she could come over to our house instead.

Julie and I looked at each other.

"I'm not so sure that's a great idea, Jill.", I said to her.

"Please. I want to invite Sharon over too."

She was being very forward. I would find out later that it was wasn't just Jill's idea.

"I can call Mom and see if she'd let me spend the night. Sharon's brother can pick her up later. Please?"

She had those sad puppy eyes. You know the look. It was really hard to say no to her, but then Julie spoke up. "Sure, Jill. It would be nice to have you over.", she said.

There's goes tonight's threesome.

"What will Sharon's parents think? Is she old enough?", I said.

"I've spent the night at her house before. They'd let her go. Besides, she's 18."

She didn't look 18; more like 13. But with big tits.


----- Friday night shenanigans

So that's how we ended the night up at my house. Excuse me, our house. Just me and four girls. Four beautiful girls. Never in my wildest imagination ...

I was lamenting the fact that I wouldn't get to talk to Erin about this week until later. I suppose it could wait. This time I wasn't complaining.

Normally, Julie would get down to her underwear but we had formal guests. I suppose you could call it formal since Sharon was here. The rest were family.

Erin started on the wine as soon as we all got inside. Where was all this wine coming from? Julie and Sharon also partook of the spirits. We wouldn't let Jill have any though. She was upset about that.

It didn't matter, Erin and Jill went off which left Julie, Sharon and I together. We went outside to sit and talk. Sharon was doing a lot of talking. Julie was unusually silent.

"Why aren't you drinking any wine, Sam?", Sharon asked.

"I don't drink."

"Religion?"

"Size."

She giggled.

"It doesn't take much to get him smashed as small as he is.", Julie said. "But I wouldn't know. I've never seen him drink alcohol before. Not much anyway. Plus, I can get him dizzy just by picking him up.", she said teasingly.

"Do you like that, Sam?", Sharon asked.

"Uh, I guess so.", I said. I wasn't going to let on that it turns me on and so didn't want to say that too eagerly.

"Would you like a sip of my wine, Sam?"

"No."

"Aw. It would loosen you up. You look like you could use loosening up.", she said as she walked over with the glass. Why was she doing this? I relented and took a little sip. She smiled.

"Would you rather me to pick you up, Sam?", asked Julie.

"Oh, pick him up, Julie. This I gotta see."

And with that I was up in the air. Julie gave me a big old kiss. Sharon was laughing. Mr. Happy was stirring again.

"That is so cool. How tall are you guys, anyway?"

"I'm seven feet two inches and Sam's four six.", Julie answered.

"That's ... almost three feet."

"Yay, whoopee.", I said, sarcastically as Julie put me down.

"Oh, I think you two are real cute together. And you were really good tonight, Sam.", Sharon said. "I like folk music."

"Really?!", I said, instantly perking up. Kindred soul maybe? Let's see how much she knows. "Did you like my rendition of the Mary Ellen Carter?"

"I loved it. I've never heard it sung slowly like that: almost as good as Stan Rogers himself." Yep. She knows her stuff.

"Yeah, right. I'm nowhere near Stan Rogers good. Hey, you know what happened to him, with the plane crash and all that? He was a literal hero."

"You're a hero too, Sam."

"Ha. Not likely."

"You turned to and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain tonight."

My head grew three hat sizes just then. I hardly ever meet someone that is interested in me like this. Let alone who even listens and takes me seriously. And she's into folk music to boot.

She continued, "I liked your little dance you did tonight when you hopped off the stool. That took guts."

"Um, yeah, I don't know where that came from. It was just, I don't know, spontaneous, I guess. I wanted to do something special for Julie."

Julie's smile got real big. Of course, any time Julie smiled it was real big.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

"I don't dance, Sharon. Really."

"You looked pretty good tonight.", she said.

"That wasn't dancing. That was, ... I don't know what that was."

"Please?", she said as the she moved in closer. She came so close that her tits were touching my chest. I could smell her perfume and I could feel my heart beating. I finally looked up into her eyes and she kissed me.

I looked over to Julie. She was still smiling. Mr. Happy was smiling too. "Go ahead, Sam. You deserve it.", she said.

I looked back at Sharon who was smiling down at me. What else could I do? I kissed Sharon again. It was profound. This gal could kiss. Mr. Happy concurred.

We were by now, in fact, dancing -- slow dancing, or more like just moving around holding each other. But dancing nonetheless. And kissing. Oh, those kisses.

"Woo hoo!", I heard. I looked up to see Julie and Erin walking out onto the deck, hand in hand. I got the distinct impression that Jill just might be "Erinized" tonight. The two of them also started dancing.

Here we were, two couples slow dancing and there was no music playing. So Julie went inside and put some on. She came running out in her heels and almost forgot to duck under the sliding patio door nearly banging her head.

"Damn doors are too small nowadays.", she said as she came through the door.

She broke in on Sharon and I after coming back out. I love hugging Julie, but lately it was getting awkward to do this standing. Talk about a spectacle now.

"Take off that dress Julie, I want to see where Sam's head comes up.", Erin said. That figures. Julie was now in her bra and panties and everyone got a laugh at the top of my head below Julie's belly button. Then Erin ran into the house and pulled the pair of 4" heels that used to fit Julie. The two must have hidden them from me before, but Erin obviously knew where they were.

Of course, wearing the heels, she just had to butt in on Julie, and everyone got another round of uproarious laughter at my head only coming just below my sister's "boobies" while we "danced".

"Hey Erin. How about taking your shirt off so we can see where Sam's head is now?", Julie yelled out. Now things were getting out of hand.

Erin doesn't wear bras all the time; neither does Julie come to think of it. Thank God she was wearing one now. But that didn't stop her from motor-boating me again; this time her "boobies" slapping my forehead.

Julie came back over, leaned down and tried the same thing. She swung those monsters left then back and then WHAP! She knocked me over onto my side.

Everyone thought this was hilarious, except me. Sharon might have felt pity for me as she came up to me again and started another round of kissing. The kisses got deeper: we were exchanging spit at this point.

I looked over at Erin and Jill. They were kissing too. Now there was no doubt in my mind that Jill would get "Erinized" tonight.

There was more "dancing", until finally Julie came over to us and picked us up -- Sharon on one side, me on the other. She took both of us into our bedroom; like a mother carrying her little children. I noticed that Erin and Jill had already disappeared.

When we arrived, Julie took off Sharon's t-shirt. She was wearing a lacy red bra underneath. Sharon removed her skirt to reveal pink panties. Then they both started on me. I was naked in no time and then the bras and panties went flying.

I noticed when Sharon was standing next to Julie that the top of her head was well below Julie's breasts. I was comparing Sharon's tits to Julie's right then. They were definitely smaller. Smaller than Erin's too. It's just that on her small frame they looked enormous. Mr. Happy noticed too.

When Julie laid down her feet stuck out over the end of the bed. She usually slept sitting up on pillows so her feet would fit the bed. Not now.

"She looks so sexy lying there like that, Sam. Her feet are so long. And look at those great pair of legs?" Sharon took the words right out of my mouth.

Now it was Julie's turn to experience Sharon's kiss. I could see the bliss in Julie's eyes, even when they were closed. I wondered if Sharon had patented that kiss already. Sharon's mouth was so much smaller than Julie's. I wondered how my even smaller mouth felt to Julie. I eventually joined in with Sharon as she and I then kissed all over Julie's body.

"Let's suck her toes. She likes that.", I said to Sharon.

"Ooo, that sounds kinky."

"I know, let's both do one foot at the same time." I started on the outside and Sharon took the inside of Julie's foot. We met in the middle and kissed with Julie's middle toe in both of our mouths. Yes, it was that big.

We each took a leg. I bet Sharon that I could take longer to lick up my leg then she could hers.

"Nah, Julie's legs are too long. Neither of us would finish."

"Good point, Sharon."

We tried anyway.

I made sure to stop and spend extra time kissing behind Julie's knee. Sharon took the hint and did the same. Then we licked our way down the back of her thigh to her butt cheeks, at last moving around to her twat.

We both went down on Julie at the same time, fighting each other over her big clit. Julie bucked so hard we nearly went flying off the bed.

We spent a lot of time on Julie. She needed it, with all of that vast expanse of flesh to cover; and we meant to cover every square inch of it. Then it was Sharon's turn.

Julie started by standing and picking up Sharon for another kiss. Sharon had her legs wrapped around Julie's torso. I can't get this image out of my mind; it was hot. I nearly fell over in amazement. Mr. Happy could have knocked a hole in the wooden floor had I done so.

Julie bent over and laid Sharon on the bed, still embraced in a kiss. I came over on the other side and we both kissed down Sharon's front, spending lots of time on her marvelous tits.

I love how Julie gets into sucking tits. We learned that with Erin. At times she would have the lightest touch, at others, she'd be rough. Even as big as Sharon's tits were, Julie could nearly fit the whole thing into her mouth. My mouth could barely fit around Sharon's areola.

We had Sharon on her stomach when I tickled the depression at the bottom of her back, right above her butt crack with my tongue. She squealed. We rolled her over and started again on her front.

Eventually we reached the holy land and together we tag teamed Sharon's pussy. She's a screamer, just so you know. I'm sure Erin and Jill heard.

Finally, it was my turn. Sharon wound up titty-fucking me. That was the first time I came that night. It wouldn't be the last. We spent more time on each other in turn. We ended the night, or rather the morning, with me fucking Sharon and eating out Julie again.

I had truly become enamored with Sharon in just one night. And the bizarre thing was: Julie encouraged it. As I said earlier, never in my wildest dreams ...

The girls made a Sam sandwich as we fell asleep.

----- Saturday morning

We all slept late Saturday morning. I thought I was the first one up but when I walked into the kitchen I ran smack dab into Jill, bouncing off as if she were an unmovable wall.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah.", I said, stepping back a bit. I was running into the kitchen as she was coming out. We were both in our underwear.

"Sorry, Sam. I didn't see you."

"No problem. You're up early."

"Just getting something to drink."

"We have orange juice if you'd rather that than water."

"Ok, sounds good."

"I got up to make coffee. Want some?"

"Sure."

"I'll take a cup.", Erin said as she rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Erin. I didn't expect to see you up so early."

"I didn't either. Jill woke me as she got up this morning."

"Sorry, Erin. I didn't mean to be loud.", Jill said.

"Erin, you're forgetting something.", I reminded her.

"What?"

"Clothes."

"You've all seen me naked."

"Not Sharon."

"She's a girl. She'll get over it."

"Ok. One pot of coffee coming up.", I said as Erin took a seat at the kitchen table.

"You want me to get Julie's mug on the top shelf for you.", Jill asked.

"Sure.", I said. Jill stretched up over me on her toes, her perky little breasts brushing my lips as she retrieved the cup. I knew she did this on purpose. Mr. Happy was starting to dance again, despite all his efforts last night. Erin started laughing.

"What're you laughing about?"

"You're excited to see one of us.", Erin said, pointing to the tent forming in my underwear.

"Yeah, well ... I'm going to go see what Julie and Sharon are doing.", I said as I started to leave the kitchen.

"Wait. First tell me how it went with Sharon?", Julie said, whispering.

"I expect about the same as it went with my two little sisters last night."

"Big sisters!", they both teased.

"Ok, big, little sisters." They were out right laughing by now.

"No really, was Sharon ok?"

"Ok? Are you kidding? You have to ask? I'll tell you this: I still feel like I'm walking on clouds over what happened last night."

"It's a good thing Jill was here last night or I might not have let Sharon take my place.", Erin said.

"Take your place?", Jill said, aghast.

"Oh, uh, we probably need to talk about that."

"Oops. Sorry, Sam.", Erin apologized.

"Now wait a minute. That means you, and Erin, and Julie, are fooling around together?"

"Well, no, it's not like that, Jill."

"Yes it is like that, Sam.", Erin had to get her viewpoint in.

"You and Erin!?"

"Yes, Jill.", I said, my hand on my face.

"Wow. Then I guess sharing Sharon wasn't that big of a deal for you two."

"It was a big deal for us. Especially for me."

"Unh, huh. Was it a big deal with Erin?"

"No. I mean yes, it was. A big deal, I mean. It was a big deal. Erin was. That is. And Sharon too." The secret was out and I was stumbling over my words trying to justify our relationship with Erin.

Erin spoke, "Jill, I love Sam. And your sister too. Don't think bad of us."

"I don't. But you guys left me out."

"You had fun last night, didn't you?"

"Yes. But I'm tired of being treated like the young one here."

"But you are the young one Jill. You're not even eighteen yet."

"I will be soon. Don't you think I'm big enough to be included with you guys?", Jill said, walking right up and looking down on me.

"We included you last night.", I said, looking up.

"Yes. But you didn't want to. Remember?"

"Well, um, I didn't know Sharon was going to come over.", I tried to weasel my way out of this.

"You were hoping for a threesome with Erin, weren't you?"

More hand-to-face. "Ok, you're right."

"Aw Sam. You really care. I'm flattered.", Erin finally said. Then she got up to give me a hug and ended up motorboating me again. Jill laughed so hard she spit out the orange juice she was drinking. It burned her nose and she had to run to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes. "Now see what you've done?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. I better go check on Jill." I walked in on Jill.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. That was too funny, Sam."

"Ha, ha. I guess you don't need me here then."

"Don't be mad. I'm still getting used to Erin."

"Forget it. I've known her all my life and I'm still not used to her."

"You guys must have had lots of fun together growing up, huh?"

"Not really. We're only now just getting in good with each other. We didn't get along when we were younger."

"That's hard to believe."

"I blame myself. She always wanted to have fun. I was the serious one. And maybe my Mom and Dad had something to do with it too."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'll tell you about it some day when we have time to talk again, ok?"

"Ok."

"And speaking of talking, I need to talk to Erin."

"What about?"

"All the stuff that's been happening with the doctors. And maybe some of the other stuff that's been happening this week."

"What's been happening?", Erin said, walking in. She was on my left and Jill on my right. The bathroom was getting crowded.

"Julie and I had our doctor's appointment."

"Yea, how did it go?", Erin asked.

"Let's go get some coffee and we'll talk." So, out we went, Jill and I still in our underwear and Erin still naked.

"You guys go ahead. I'm gonna get dressed."

"No. Get naked, Jill. We're nudists around here.", Erin told her.

"You guys walk around nude?"

Another hand-over-face moment. "Well, it's our house."

"Ok. Don't let Mom find out."

"It'll be our little secret, Jill."

"Zip lips, cross my heart and hope to die?", she said.

"Of course.", I said.

"You two are getting close."

"Jill has become like a second sister to me, Erin. Just like you. Wait, no. Not just like you." They both laughed.

"Julie and you two ought to ...", Erin started saying, but I cut her off.

"Watch what you're saying, Erin."

"Ought to what?"

"Don't worry about it, Jill."

"You're leaving me out again, aren't you?"

"No. Well, ok, yes. We don't mean to."

Jill started to pout. "Sam, you still owe me a foot massage."

"What?"

"A foot massage. You were going to kiss my toes. Remember? When I got my splinter."

"Um. Ok, I suppose can do that. Come on, Erin. Let's get some coffee.", I said as I took her hand and led her out to the kitchen. I needed to put a stop to where this was going.

We poured ourselves a cup each and I started telling Erin about the past week, leaving out the violence on Sunday. Well, most of it anyway.

"Sam, are you going to be alright?", Erin said, looking worried.

"I'll be fine."

"Ok. But take care of yourself. If there's anything I can do let me know."

"Don't worry. I will."

Just then we heard a noise and looked over to see Jill come sauntering into the kitchen.

"Jill?!"

"What?"

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Erin is naked. She said this was nudist house."

I was speechless. I have a feeling after today I'm going to need surgery to remove the hand prints from my face. I tried to look away but Mr. Happy slapped me and made me look.

It was the first time I'd seen Jill in all her glory. Sure, I'd seen her butt and most of the rest of her especially when she wears that little bikini. But now she was without a stitch. Her body reminded me of Julie, although not as toned and obviously not nearly as big. It was the first time I'd seen those mouth watering, perky little tits. And damn, she had some nice legs. I knew I'd be taking her up on that foot massage soon. I had to get out of there before I did something I might have regretted.

"I'm going to see if Julie and Sharon are up, guys.", I said, leaving the kitchen.

As I got closer to the bedroom I heard that they were indeed awake and caught some of the conversation.

"Oh my God, why couldn't we have done this sooner?"

"I told you it wasn't the right time."

"Well, we finally did it." There was giggling.

"Sharon, don't tell any of the others, ok?"

Then I barged in. "What others?"

"Nobody.", said Julie.

"Unh, huh. Who were you talking about telling?", I said to the both of them.

"How long have you been there, Sam?", Julie asked.

"Long enough to hear you talk about it not being the right time."

"We're busted, Julie.", Sharon said.

"What do you mean busted, Buster?", I asked.

"I work in the same office as Julie, Sam. You were going to find out anyway so you may as well know now."

"Huh?", I said, flabbergasted.

"We've been planning this night, Sam. Sorry.", Julie said.

"You planned this?"

"I was telling you about her a while back. Remember?", Julie said.

My mind was reeling. Suddenly quantum mechanics seemed easy.

"Wait. Sharon is Jill's friend."

"Yes."

"But, Jill planned this."

"No.", Julie said. "Jill suggested last night as the time. She wanted to be a part of it too."

"Whoa, whoa, hold on.", I said as I grabbed my head. "Jill? But Sharon is your friend. No, wait. Uh. She's Jill friend too. When did she plan this?"

"We'd been talking about it for a while. But only put things together when we were in the car last night."

"You mean when I left you and Jill alone at Mike's?"

"Yep."

That pile of bricks didn't feel any better this time either.

"I need to sit.", I said as I went over to the bed. Julie hugged me from one side and Sharon started massaging my neck. They were still naked from last night.

"And Erin?", I asked.

"What about Erin?"

"Was she part of this plan?"

"No. She was just there.", Julie replied. That figures.

"So let me get this straight. Sharon is Jill's friend, and also your work mate?"

"Right.", Julie said.

"And you three planned having a night like last night?"

"Sam, we've had a bad week. I wanted to make it up to you. Especially with that performance you put on last night at Mike's."

"Yeah, you outdid yourself last night, Sam.", Sharon said.

"Thanks.", I said.

"In case there are any doubts, I have no regrets about last night, Sam.", Julie said.

"And me too.", Sharon put in. "Jill talks highly of you, like you're a little, I mean big brother to her.", she giggled.

We sat for little while. Then I said, "Ok. We should be getting up. I made coffee."

"Ok, let me get dressed.", Sharon said.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.", I laughed.

"Why?"

"Because Erin and Jill are in the kitchen naked."

"Well, then let's go."

"No, wait. I was only kidding."

"So Erin and Jill are dressed?"

"No. But I was kidding about Sharon going nude."

"If those two are naked, then I'm not getting dressed.", Julie said.

"But Sharon doesn't need to be naked."

"That's ok. This will be cool.", Sharon said. I was outnumbered.

"Sam."

"What?"

"You better take off your clothes too. You'll be the odd one out.", Julie said.

"I don't think so."

"I know what'll convince him, Julie." Sharon came over and gave me a kiss.

"It's not going to work this time, Sharon." Then she gave me another kiss.

So, of course, all three of us were now headed to the kitchen, au naturel.

"Yay! He's nude.", Jill yelled as she saw me walking in with the two other girls.

"I need my coffee.", I said as I made a beeline to my spot at the table where I had left my cup.

"Good mornings" were exchanged by everyone. Julie bent down at the waist with her hands on her knees to give me a good morning kiss in front of everyone.

"So, why are you guys naked?", Sharon asked.

"The same reason you are.", Erin replied.

"No. We're naked because Sam told us you were."

"Oh, then it's because this is a nude house."

"It is? Julie you never told me."

Julie shrugged. "I didn't know myself. I guess Erin said so, so now it's official."

"So how long have you guys been up?", Sharon asked.

"Only about a half hour.", Erin replied.

"Whacha been doing then?"

"Not much. Sam told me about the doctors appointments this past week."

"Oh?"

"Sorry, Sharon. I didn't tell you about Sam because his appointment was yesterday.", Julie told her.

"How did it go?"

"The doctor is worried about Sam.", Julie said.

"No. He's not worried.", I countered.

"But you said he was, Sam."

"No. I said he sounded worried."

"If he sounded worried then he is."

"No, he's not worried. I'm fine. I'm not worried."

"Yes, Sam is worried."

"Jill!"

"It's ok Sam. You can't keep this a secret. I'm worried too."

"And how do you know he's worried?", Julie asked Jill.

"We talked."

"Julie,", I said. "you were at work. I couldn't bother you and I needed someone to talk to at the time."

"It's ok, Sam. I'm happy Jill was there for you. You don't need to explain."

For a while after that exchange the only sound in the kitchen was of coffee being stirred and sipped.

"Alright.", I said, breaking the silence. "Who's hungry?"

"I am.", they all said.

"Anyone wanna help me with breakfast?"

"I will.", said Jill, and the rest went off to the living room, naked as the day they were born.

"Jill, thanks for introducing Sharon."

"It was my pleasure, Sam."

"Did you know what was going to happen last night?"

"No. But I knew Julie had something special planned."

"So, you knew her and Sharon worked together? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was Julie's idea."

"Ok. I guess you're not really upset about what happened last night then?"

"I'm upset you guys didn't let me have any wine."

I laughed. "You'll get your share soon enough."

"I'm happy you and Sharon hit it off, Sam."

"How long have you two known each other?"

"All our lives. Well, since first grade, at least."

"She's obviously a good friend."

"The best, Sam. The best."

"Why were you so keen on Sharon and I?"

"I don't know. I love both of you."

"I love you too, Jill. I'm going to make it up to you someday. I don't know how, but I promise I will."

"That's ok, Sam. I'm glad it went so well."

"Did it have anything to do with the fact that Sharon and I are a lot closer in height?"

"What do you mean closer in height?", Jill said as she made her way close to me. My eyes were right above dead center of her breasts. "Aren't we close in height?", she was saying as she was looking down on me.

"Sure we are.", I said. "Close in height as compared to Julie and I."

We laughed. But she stayed real close.

"I wonder what you look like to Julie now."

"Me too."

"You must look real cute." There's that 'cute' word again. "Would you like me to be taller?", she said, rising up on her toes.

"Well, I could easily lick your tits then.", I said on a whim, her tits right in line with my face at that point. I was immediately regretting saying that. She laughed.

"Do you lick Julie's?"

"Not anymore. She's grown well past that.", I laughed. "Do me a favor and pass the milk over to me." I was making French toast.

"Here you go.", she said as she held the milk carton over my head.

I thought about just standing there until she let me have the milk, but decided to play along. I reached up over my head while she held the carton just out of reach. We were sliding up against each other, and well, Mr. Happy was having a little too much fun now.

I got down off of my toes while Jill still had the milk up in the air on her toes. I gave her a little kiss on her nipples.

"Ooo.", she squealed. Her arms came down and I snatched the carton of milk from her right then. "Hey, you cheated."

"You didn't like that?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well, remember that next time you try to keep something out of my reach."

"Oooo, I will."

That was probably the wrong thing for me to say.

Other than our little playfulness, Jill and I worked together well. I guess Julie is sick of kitchen work since she did so much of it at Mike's which is why it's always Jill and I in the kitchen. After a short while Jill was bringing out French toast and sausage. We had brunch out on the deck. A naked brunch.

I looked all around me outside -- four gorgeous girls! I realized: I must be the luckiest little mother fucker in the whole damned wide world. I couldn't have cared less that they conspired to get Sharon and me together.

We ate, cleaned up and everyone got ready to leave. Getting dressed made me sad -- as I'm sure everyone else was.

Fred came to get Sharon. Erin spent a little bit of time talking to him before they left. I wondered what he was thinking of the whole situation. I wondered what Erin was thinking of Fred.

We all piled into the beemer, Julie driving and Erin up front with Jill and me in the back seat to ourselves.

"So, you and Julie talked?"

"A little. I still can't forget Sunday. But she apologized."

"It's good to see you and Julie talking."

"Just a little, Sam. I really hope the doctor gives her something for her temper. Oh, did you see what she got me?"

"No.", I said, even though I knew what it was.

"Here. Let me get it out of my bag. See? Alien Pod Racing. Both 1 and 2. And she got me a new headset."

Julie was beaming. My new big, um little sister was feeling pretty good. And so was I.

We dropped Erin off first, then Jill. We went into their Mom's house and talked for a while. Jill showed off the games and headset as Julie and I shared a smile.

Mom, of course, knew nothing of the happenings this past week, especially last night. I hoped. I detected perhaps that she had figured out that the girls had issues. Today we could all see that their relationship had grown a little bit better. Hopefully. Mom was happy.


----- Saturday afternoon

Julie and I spent the rest of the day cleaning and doing things around the house.

"What are you doing?", I said as she reached up above the ceiling fan over the kitchen table.

"Cleaning the top of the fan blades." I was then lifted up to where my head was nearly touching the ceiling.

"See how dirty they are? I can't stand looking at this every day."

They were, in fact, very dusty. I noticed that my head, even nearly touching the ceiling, was at the same level as hers. I realized that this was her perspective now.

When she put me down I looked up at her cleaning the fan.

"Things must look really different to you than they did a few months ago."

"Yes, they do, Sam. The world is shrinking."

"I wish I could experience that."

"Things are strange. I'm not sure how to react anymore."

"It must be great though."

"I nearly hit my head on the sliding door last night. It's not that great."

"I heard you. Still, you can easily reach things that for me are impossible."

"Well, yeah."

"And people listen to you when you speak."

"I don't know. Sharon is one of the few real friends I have at work. Everyone else avoids me."

"They're just awed by your beauty, Julie. That's all."

"Thanks for compliment, Sam. But, no, I don't think so."

"Oh come on. You have to admit it: you're gorgeous."

"That's not what I meant. Pretty or not, I think they avoid me because of my size."

"You don't really believe that, do you?"

"I kind of got mad a work the other day. I was in the stock room and bumped into the shelf and a bunch of boxes fell down. I yelled "who put those boxes up there"; they weren't supposed to be there. A couple of guys came running with scared looks on their faces and picked things up real fast. I don't think they would have come so fast if I were small like before."

"That's a good thing."

"Maybe. I didn't expect it. I'm just having a hard time adjusting. I want to be like my old self; I don't want to take things for granted."

"You're going to have to forget your old self, Julie."

"I know. Sam?"

"What?"

"Do you still like me now that I'm big?"

"Definitely!"

"I mean, if you and I first met with me this big. Would you still like me?"

"Of course I would."

"Be honest, Sam."

"Well, maybe I'd be intimidated. You probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with someone as small as me, so I probably wouldn't bother. But then, I was kind of intimidated before. It was you who was the aggressor back in high school, remember? If it wasn't for you coming after me we probably would not have gotten together."

"You wouldn't have pursued me?"

"I don't know. I was shy."

"You didn't seem like it."

"It was a face I put on. I still do, to some extent. But with you being with me I don't have to any more."

"Do you still like ..."

"Like what?"

"Having sex with me?"

"Like it? I love it! Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Because every day it seems like we're changing even more."

"I actually worry that you won't want to make love to me, Julie. In fact, I'm a little worried why you and Sharon, and Jill too, schemed to get Sharon and me together."

"Don't get the wrong idea, Sam. I thought you would enjoy her as a change, I guess."

"A change sizewise. That's why you got us together?"

"Well, I like Sharon too."

"Would you do her if I weren't in the picture?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"I think she loved being with you. In bed, that is. And thanks for that, Julie."

"Your welcome.", she said. "Sam?"

"What?"

"I don't want you to think bad of me or think I don't love you, because I do and I always will."

"Ok."

"I like girls."

"I kind of figured, Julie."

"I look at them."

"I know. And everyone looks at you."

"Guys leer at me."

"So? You're pretty. You have to expect that. They leered at you before."

"They scared me before. Now they disgust me."

"Do I?"

"Oh, no. Not you, Sam! I love it when you look at me. Even when you leer at me." She laughed, "Especially when you leer at me."

"That's good, because sometimes I can't help myself."

"And I can't help myself with some girls."

"With Sharon?"

"Yes, she's one."

"One? There are others?"

"No. I mean not like Sharon. Just, you know, I like looking at some girls from afar."

"Should we blame Erin?"

"We should thank her. I think she awoken something in me Sam. Or maybe I was just ready for it. Maybe growing and seeing everyone in the world as a child and not a threat did this. I don't know. Something else has changed: I liked watching you and Sharon together."

"You could have discussed Sharon with me before."

"I tried to. You didn't want to talk. It was when we were talking of Jill."

"Oh, I think I remember. You wanted Jill to sleep over. And what was that stuff about licking her toes?"

"I know how well you two get along. I just wanted both of you to be closer."

"Why, because you and her aren't close?"

"Perhaps. Maybe I wanted to watch you and her together."

"Like with Sharon?"

"I don't know. It's all so new to me, Sam. Back then I wasn't consciously thinking of that. It may have been in the back of my mind though. Am I perverted?"

"No. I'm perverted. I'm pretty sure you need to be little to be perverted." We laughed at that.

"So, what about Jill? Are you and her on better terms?", I asked.

"Maybe a little. It's going to take some time, Sam."

"I really think you two should get along better. She really liked the video games."

"Oh good. I wasn't sure about that. She didn't seem too excited when I gave them to her."

"She is. Maybe she didn't want to let on."

"You talked about it to her then?"

"Yes, when we were bringing her home."

"I'm glad you two can talk; better than Jill and me."

"I am too. I like talking to her."

"You two talk behind my back."

"No, we don't."

"I heard you talking in the kitchen this morning."

"That's because you didn't want to help in the kitchen. It wasn't behind your back."

"Sorry. I wanted to stay with Sharon and Erin."

"Ha. Sure you did."

"No, really."

"Alright.", I said, shrugging.

"Do you two have secrets?"

"If we do, you'll never know."

"I don't know anyone close to have secrets with."

"You have me."

"I guess I do. You like being naked with Jill?" That was a quick turn in the conversation.

"Blame Erin."

"Of course."

We both laughed again.

"What if Jill joined us, like Erin?", I said.

"I'm not ready for that. Not with Jill. But if you two want to bonk, that's ok with me."

"I wasn't asking for your bonk blessing, but that's good to know. Still, we have a good time with Erin, don't we?"

"It's not that. It's just that right now Jill and I still don't see eye to eye."

"Julie, you don't see eye to eye with anyone."

"You know what I mean."

She bent down until her face was right in front of me, her hands on her knees again. Her face had grown larger too. If I hadn't known her I'd have been frightened. But it was the same old Julie face. Just much bigger.

"But I can see eye to eye with you right now."

"That's because it's your choice. If I wanted to do that I'd need a ladder. Until we're on equal terms that way it's not really 'eye-to-eye' is it?"

"I see. But I'd always do this for you."

"You'd need to do this for everyone. You'd have to bend down for Erin even."

"Not as far."

"Don't remind me. She's supposed to be my little sister."

"I think it's kinky that she's bigger than you."

"Kinky?"

"Well, it is sexy."

"Jill used to be bigger than you at one point. Was that sexy?"

"Sure. Being little is sexy." I couldn't believe I heard that.

"Maybe you are perverted. You think me being little is sexy?"

"Yes. You don't feel bad, do you?"

"I've been like this all my life. I should be used to being short. I'm not. And it's getting worse."

"You are worried."

"Yes, I am."

"I knew it. Jill was right. Sam, I want you to know, I won't leave you. Ever."

"I won't leave you either, Julie. No matter what happens. What if I shrink to nothing."

"I'll be there for you."

"Thanks."

"Sam, I really want you to know, I love having sex with you as much as I ever did. I hope you're not worried about that."

"That's good to know."

"Are you worried you won't be able to satisfy me?"

"Yeah. I think you hit the nail on the head."

"There's plenty of things we can do, and always will."

"I know. You like playing the goddess."

"Of course I do. Don't you like serving Skadi?"

"Sure."

"Then kiss my toes, minion."

"Yes, goddess.", I said right before getting down to it.

"And when you're finished you can lick goddess Jill's toes too."

I gazed up with a quizzical look on my face.

"Oh, I guess I'm getting into this a bit too much.", she said.

"Maybe a bit."

"You know Jill wants to use the inversion table, Sam?", she said with a sly smile.

"I know."

"It doesn't fit me anymore."

"Even with the blocks underneath?"

"Even with the blocks, Sam. We're just going to have to let her use it."

"Just what I need. Another giantess in my life."

Julie laughed. "There's always Sharon. I bet you liked her boobs too."

"Sure. But I'd like them even if she were flat chested. You know size doesn't matter. Oh boy, that sounds ironic."

"See? Size doesn't matter to me either."

"Ok, point taken. If I keep shrinking though, even Sharon will be a giantess to me."

"You don't have to think about that right now, Sam. You need to kiss my feet."

"Yes, goddess."

"And after, you may kiss my boobs."

"I can't reach your boobs."

"That's your problem."

----- Monday

I had to go into the office Monday and while there I received a call from my doctor's office. I needed to go back to pick up another lab sheet; it seems they messed up the first one. So, on my way home I stopped by and picked up two forms. I was instructed to call the hospital and arrange an MRI and to drop off the second form to them at the visit.

I queried them about this and they said that the doctor forgot to do this for me last week. Strange. Why would he forget? And why not the MRI in the office park next to the doctor's office? Whatever.

I called that afternoon and made the appointment. I was in luck: the MRI was scheduled for the next day.

I arrived home at an unusually late hour for me: 6:00. The blood work took longer than expected. Julie was already home.

"Hi, honey."

"Hi, Sam. I got a call from the doctor's office today.", she said.

"What did they say?"

"They said I clearly have a hormone imbalance, just like the doctor thought. They're going to fax a prescription to the pharmacy."

"Oh, Julie, that's great. It's going to fix you up, yeah?"

"It should. I don't have to take it forever, just until my hormones get straight."

"Did you pick it up yet?"

"No, not yet. I came straight home."

"Well the pharmacy doesn't close until 9:00. We can go pick it up tonight."

"No, it closes at 8:00. Only the regular store part stays open until 9:00."

"Oh. How do you know that?"

"I'm on the pill. Helloooo."

"Ok. We better go pick it up."

"Yeah, but there's some side effects."

"What side effects?"

"Let's see: first it might affect my growth."

"Will it slow it down?"

"It may make me grow more. But they don't know that for sure."

My mind was spinning. How much bigger can she get?

"Ok, what else?"

"I might grow hair."

"You can shave."

"It will increase my libido."

"I think I can handle it."

"I bet you do.", she said with a smile.

"What else?"

"Well ..."

"Well what?"

"Well ... my clitoris could get bigger."

"It's already big. I hate to tell you this Julie, you probably never noticed, but I certainly have. Your clitoris has grown more in proportion than the rest of you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was, I don't know, maybe a quarter of an inch long when I started going down on you, maybe a little bigger." She was blushing. "Now, it's approaching an inch long when you're aroused."

"When I'm aroused?"

"Yeah, it really sticks out. Like a little penis."

"I had no idea. Doesn't it gross you out."

"Hell no. I can suck on it. It drives you bonkers. And that turns me on to no end." I was thinking of that dream.

She was blushing and laughing at the same time.

"Well, what if it grows bigger.", she said.

"I'm ok with that."

"What if it grows twice as big?"

"Then you can fuck Sharon."

We both had a hearty laugh at that one. Then we left for the pharmacy. We resumed talking in the car.

"By the way, I got a call from the doctor today too.", I said.

"What did they say?"

"I need to take another blood test. They messed up the results of the last one."

"Did you go?"

"Yea, I did on my way home. They also want me to get an MRI."

"An MRI? That sounds serious, Sam. Why?"

"I don't know. But I called and scheduled the test for tomorrow morning."

"Ok. Let me know how it goes."

"Don't worry. I know a guy at work who had one when he had pancreas problems. It let them know that it wasn't really his pancreas. It was just plain old irritable bowel syndrome."

"Well I hope you don't have bowel whatever. That doesn't sound so good."

"I don't. They just want to look in my head."

We picked up the prescription, then picked up our conversation on the way home.

"So, you and Sharon met for the first time at work?"

"Yes. Sharon and I started working at Greg's at the same time. We both went to the same high school so we had a lot in common. I asked her if she knew Jill Morton and she said yeah, she was one of her best friends. I told her I was her sister and we hit it off from there."

"Good."

"She didn't remember me from high school though."

"Well, you've changed. Immensely."

"I know. She thought she might have seen me walking around the halls, but never paid attention."

"People pay attention to you now. I'm still the little guy that nobody notices, like you were in the halls in high school."

"Oh, honey, that's not true."

"Mostly it is."

"Sharon noticed you, Sam."

"She likes folk music, that's why. I guess I'm only noticed when I perform."

"Well, see?"

"I wish people would notice without me having to perform for them though."

"She liked you for you, not just when you were performing."

"She didn't even know me."

"I talked about you."

"And I'm sure you painted a rosy picture for her."

"So?"

"So, that's all she knew of me. How can she like all of me?"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Others like you too."

"Well, at least they respect me at work."

"See, once they get to know you, they like you."

"It's getting to know me that most people don't want to be bothered with."

"That's not true."

"Would you want to get to know someone so short if you've only first met them?"

"Yes."

"Riiight. I guess we'll never know for sure. By the way, at work..."

"Yes?"

"They want me to talk to someone about working at other sites doing that thing I did before. You know, security stuff."

"That's good, Sam."

"I guess so. But I wouldn't be able to work at home as much."

"I don't get to work at home at all."

"I know. But I really enjoy it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet."

"You could try it and see if it'll work out. Will you get a raise?"

"Maybe. I'll let you know what I decide. You know, we need to find a job for Jill."

"We do? She should be doing that herself."

"I agree. But seriously, do you really think she will? We have to do it for her because she won't do it herself."

"Hmm. I guess you're right. Any ideas?"

"No. I was hoping you would know something."

"Nope. Sorry. I wish I did too."

"I'll ask Erin. Maybe she can help."

"I'm sure Jill will listen to her.", Julie said.

"Yep. What do you think of the two of them. You know, from last Friday night?"

"Well, at least it was with Erin. I'm happy for them."

"With Erin you'd have to expect that." We laughed. "Are you surprised Jill did it with a girl?"

"Not really. I mean I was surprised I did it with Erin. But after that, it just seems natural."

"Well, I guess you would say that. Do you think it was Jill's first time?", I asked.

"With a girl? I think so. I don't know. I figured you'd know that.", she said.

"We haven't talked about it much. I know she enjoyed it though."

"I could see that."

"You know before you and Sharon woke up the two of them ganged up on me."

"They did?"

"Well, not really. But I was in the bathroom with Jill and Erin came in cornering me between the two of them."

"What were you doing in the bathroom with Jill?"

"I went to see if she was alright. Some orange juice went up her nose. I know that hurts. And Erin just barged right on in, ready to motorboat me again. I just knew it."

"Aw, poor baby. I bet you really hated being stuck between two pretty girls."

"Well, I would have broken my neck if I had to look up to them any longer to talk."

"Like you were really talking. You were more like looking."

"All I could see were Erin's tits."

"You poor suffering soul."

"Erin talked Jill into getting naked too."

"It figures. You must have been mortified."

"And Jill demanded I kiss her toes and massage her feet."

"Did you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Um, there was no time."

"Good answer."

"I had to drag Erin out of there so we could talk."

"Such heroism; dragging out the huge giantess by her hair."

"I took her by the hand not her hair. And you're the huge giantess. Erin is just the giantess."

"What's Jill then?"

"Um, the little giantess."

"What did you talk about?"

"The doctor's visits."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose we needed to tell her."

"Anyway, we were in the kitchen and that's when Jill came walking out naked."

"That's not the first time you've seen the little giantess nude."

"Well yes, it was the first time. Completely nude, that is. I did get to see her butt when you spanked her though."

"Please don't bring that up now."

"Sorry. I know it's a sore subject, but it's behind us. Right?"

"Right. I hope this medicine helps."

"Me too. I'll trade the violence for a super sized clit any day."

"Oh, Sam, you say the most charming things.", she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Just take the meds. I'll worry about the rest."

We arrived home and had great sex that night. I payed special attention to her clitoris.


----- Tuesday

I took the whole day off but woke early anyway. My appointment wasn't until 10:00. Julie wished me luck and went to work. She wanted to come, but really, what could she do? All you do is lay there for a few minutes or whatever. The rest of the time is waiting. And for Julie, this would be nothing but waiting.

I checked in. They took me upstairs to a little room and made me change into a gown. A gown, I might add, that was two sizes too big for me. I was able to keep my underwear on though. They asked me to take off all jewelry, including my watch, which was becoming too big for me anyway.

A nurse took my vitals. Another one came in and asked me a bunch of questions like did I wear a pacemaker, did I have any metal in my head, or shrapnel, how my eyes felt, if I had any tattoos, how many times did I go pee everyday, who put the bop in the bomp, ba-bomp, ba-bomp. That sort of thing.

Finally, a pretty, young nurse came in and put in an IV. She hung up the two bags on the rolling stand and said let's go. I stood up, reaching only up her tits. She led me down the hall to a big room where the machine was.

We went over to the table and she leaned over me to adjust the IV machine. When she did I got a face-full of nurse tit. It's a good thing they let me keep my underwear on; I didn't think it would be appropriate for Mr. Happy to be tenting the gown in the MRI room.

I was strapped on the table, the nurse left and I waited. A little bit later it seemed the machine started up. The table moved me up. There were all kinds of noises. Dings. Clicks. Pops.

All in all it lasted maybe an hour. I was brought back to my little room, by the same nurse. The IV's were taken out, I got dressed and waited some more. I was kicking myself over not thinking to bring a book.

Finally, a doctor came in and said, "You're good to go."

"Everything's ok then?"

"The imaging turned out ok. Specialists will go over it this week for interpretation. Are you scheduled to see your family doctor for the results later?"

"Yeah, Thursday. Do you think they'll be ready for him by then?"

"Sure. It shouldn't be problem. You have a good day."

Then he shook my hand and I left.

I had lunch at the burger drive thru then had time to kill before Julie came home. I didn't want to bother her at work with a phone call because there's really nothing to say about it: "Yeah. I did it. Still alive. Bye."

I decided I'd go to Mike's instead. Along the way I gave Jill a call to see if she wanted to get out. Sure enough, she was eager and I picked her up and we were both heading to Mike's Coffee House.

"How's my favorite little brother?" She'd seen too much of Erin I concluded.

"Good. I had my MRI today."

"MRI? What happened?"

"Nothing. I won't know the results until Thursday."

"Oh. Why didn't you tell me about the MRI?", she said, seeming a bit concerned.

"I just found out yesterday. The doctor's office called and had me set it up."

"It didn't hurt did it?"

"No, except for putting in the IV."

"They put in an IV?"

"Yeah, for die or something. I don't know."

"Do you feel woozy or anything?"

"No. It's a very simple thing. You just have to wait a real long time under this huge machine with a hole in that you move through."

"Did you have to keep still?"

"Just for the MRI part. But I spent more time waiting than MRI'ing."

"Oh. Boring then, huh?"

"Yeah, boring. Wished I brought a book."

"Well, it's done, right?"

"Yes. It's done now."

"Are you worried about what it will show?"

"A little."

She stared at me.

"Ok, I'm worried a lot.", I admitted.

"Don't worry, you'll be ok."

"I hope so."

"I'm rooting for you."

"I know, Jill. Julie won't be home until just before 6:00. I just wanted to talk to someone. Thanks for being here for me."

"What are big sisters for?", she said. Sheesh.

We sat silent for a bit. Then Jill asked, "I had a good time this weekend. Can we do it again?"

I laughed. "Yes, we had a good time. I don't know if we'll do it again."

"Do you want to see Sharon again?"

"I guess so."

"You guess?"

"Ok, yes, I do."

"Good. She wants to see you again."

"I'll have to talk with Julie about it."

"It won't be a problem."

"So, was Erin the first time you've been with a girl?"

"Yes.", Jill blushed.

"Does Erin know that?"

"I didn't tell her, but you sort of just know. I'm sure she does."

"I guess I'm happy that it was with Erin then."

"I remember that you told me that you two didn't get along growing up. What's with Mom and Dad?"

"Well, Mom especially, wasn't, I don't know, happy with me?"

"Not happy?"

"I think I was a disappointment?"

"Did you make bad grades?"

"No. Just the opposite. I had great grades. All the way through college. And I was good in athletics."

"Why would they be disappointed?"

"Because I never even reached five feet tall."

"Oh, I can't believe they'd be disappointed over that."

"Believe it. When Erin outgrew me they poured all their attention into her."

"That must have made you feel bad."

"You have no idea."

"So, you and Erin never got along?"

"Well, sort of. I mean she seemed to be the bratty little sister. Even though she was nearly a foot taller."

"She seemed to be bratty?"

"I don't know. She always wanted to have fun and kept pestering me to play with her. I told you I was the serious one. And she always teased me about being short."

"You're shorter than her by more than a foot now."

"You don't need to remind me."

"You're sore about that?"

"Yes."

"You seem to enjoy her being taller."

"I do?"

"It looks like it."

"I don't know how I feel now."

"What changed?"

"I don't know. One night Erin was staying with us and she and Julie were drinking and, just, well, you know."

"You had a threesome?"

"Yeah. And ever since then I've been much closer to Erin."

"That sounds like an understatement."

"I suppose I've always been close, just never knew it. What happened with you and Julie?"

"I was like Erin, I think. I always wanted to talk and spend time with Julie."

"And she didn't want to talk to you?"

"Right. I guess I wanted attention. The way Erin wanted your attention."

"But you didn't want to have sex with Julie."

She laughed. "No, I don't think so. Did Erin want to have sex with you?"

"Yes."

"Growing up?"

"Yep. Ever since she hit puberty and started outgrowing me. When did you grow taller than Julie?"

"I think in sixth grade."

"That means she was in eighth grade. What is that? Thirteen?"

"I guess. I would have been ten or eleven."

"Erin became taller than me when she was nine."

"Well, she is taller then me."

"How tall are you?"

"Five five, I think."

"Erin would be three inches taller than you, so I guess, yeah, she started growing early. She was ten inches taller than me before. And you would have been nine inches taller than Julie, before she hit her growth spurt."

"All this math is making my head hurt, Sam."

"I'm only four six now. You're nearly a foot taller. If I shrink any more, even just an inch, you'll be a foot taller than me."

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Not your fault. I'm grateful we get to talk."

"I'm sure whatever it is they'll fix it."

"We'll see." I wanted to change the subject. "So, you like girls?"

That got her to smile. And blush.

"I guess so."

"You guess?"

"Ok, I do. I see what you did there."

"Well, Julie does too. You have a lot in common."

"Just because we both like girls doesn't give us a lot in common."

"Do you still like guys?", I said.

"I like you.", she replied.

"Even, you know. In bed?", I said sipping my coffee.

"Sure. But I wouldn't know what that's like."

"Ask Erin."

"That's one way to get out of it. You're a sly one.", she said.

"Actually, I meant would you still go to bed with any other guy."

"Sure. I'm not against it. But Erin has really made me see that there's more. I think I'll be exploring that side for a little bit now."

"Leave it to Erin.", I laughed.

"Can we get together again?"

"You mean with Erin?"

"Yeah."

"Sure. You can call Erin yourself you know.", I said, "I'm sure she'd love to hear from you."

"I didn't get her number."

"Here it is.", I said as I was looking up her number in my phone. I never remember phone numbers anymore. The phones do that for you. She plugged Erin's phone number in. I know there's a way to share wirelessly but I never payed attention because truly this was the first time I've ever needed to do so.

We finished our drinks and I brought her home. We hugged and she kissed me. I think it was our first kiss. It wasn't anything special, like using our tongues. It was just a light little kiss on the lips.

I really enjoyed our time together again though. She's a big help and I know why I like her so much. But I realized I was the one benefiting the most from this relationship now. Just like Julie, I couldn't understand what she saw in me. Or even what Sharon saw.

When I got home I had a little time before Julie would show up so I logged on and checked email from work and home. I checked out a few websites, caught up on news. That sort of thing.

Finally, Julie arrived. She stripped down to bra and panties and joined me in the living room.

"So?"

"So, what?"

"So, how did it go."

"It went fine. There's not much to tell. You go in. You wait. They take the MRI and you wait some more. Then they send you home."

"That's all? They didn't tell you what it showed?"

"I have to wait until Thursday."

"Aaaaaa! I hate this waiting!"

"Calm down Julie. Don't get mad."

"I'm not mad. Just frustrated."

I then told her the whole story, leaving out Nurse Big Tits.

"I saw Jill again this afternoon."

"Oh? How did it go?"

"Good. We went to Mike's."

"And what did you talk about?"

"Nothing in particular. I needed to talk to someone after the MRI and Jill has always been the one that's available. You were right by the way: Erin was Julie's first time with a girl."

"I bet Erin would be proud."

"Probably. Jill suspects she already knows. She was your first too."

"I know. That girl has a knack."

I sighed. "Yep, that's my sister."

"You sound sad."

"No. Just thinking."

"How about we call Erin and have the giantess come over tonight?"

"Giantess? You're not going to let that go are you?"

"Nope."

"Well, the giantess is working tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I need to go into the office tomorrow too, so maybe even later."

"Aw. How about Sharon?"

"Sure. But she's not a giantess."

"She is to you."

"And what is she to you?", I asked.

"A friend."

"A little friend?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Nothing. I guess every one of your friends now is little. Even Erin."

"I can't help it."

"Hey, it's Tuesday. Let's measure."

"Yes, it is. I almost forgot. I'll get the tape measure."

"Great. I get the ladder, again."

"Want me to get it?", she offered.

"No. I've got this."

We measured. Me: just under 4'6", at about 4'5-7/8". We weren't sure if I'd shrunk or if it were just due to the time of day.

Julie: 7'2-1/2". She had grown again. Or rather still growing. It was only a half an inch, but she hadn't stopped yet.

"Maybe we should measure your clitoris, Julie?"

"Ok."

I was halfway joking but she said yes so... While standing her clit was up to my chest, so there was no problem doing this. It came out to 3/4 of an inch.

"Go put your heels on, Julie."

She had a gleam in her eye as she ran to the bedroom. I heard a bump, then "Ouch."

"Are you ok?", I yelled.

"I'm fine. I just ran into the top of the door again."

"Why don't you just wait until you get out here to put the heels on."

"I don't have them on.", she yelled.

Oh boy. I hope she's more careful in the future. She finally made her way back out.

"Ta da. Here I am."

I looked at her long legs, made even longer with those six inch high heel shoes. Did I ever mention she has great legs?

"Come over here to the wall."

She did as I asked. I leaned in and kissed her clitoris.

"Ooo, Sam.", she started cooing.

In short order I had my mouth on her clit and four fingers in her pussy. Every once in a while I would stop and pull back. She'd grab my head and pull me right back in. It wasn't much later that she started her moaning. Soon she would be shaking in the throes of an orgasm.

When it was over she slid down the wall until she was sitting. We hugged and kissed. I tried to use what I had learned kissing Sharon. Ah, the benefits of sharing.

She finally stood up, still hugging and picking me up with her.

"Now it's your turn, Sam.", she said as she carried me into the bedroom.

----- Thursday morning

I sent Julie off to work this morning. She wanted to come with me again to the doctor's office but I didn't want her to. If it were bad news I wanted to tell her myself, not hear it from the doctor. I told her some crap about they don't let anyone in with me unless it's my Mom or Dad. Of course, I didn't want them their either. Erin, perhaps.

Anyway, they sent me back to the doctor's office this time, no examination room. It was nice: big mahogany desk with mahogany book cases filled with all kinds of medical books. His desk was messy, but the leather chair was comfy. I wish my office were this nice.

I didn't have too long to wait before he came in.

"Good morning, Mr. Cook. How are we today?"

"Just dispense with the fucking pleasantries and get down to business.", I was thinking.

"Fine. How are you?", I said instead.

"Just fine today. I suppose you're curious about the results, aren't you?"

"That's a real big 'No Shit Sherlock' there, good buddy.", I was thinking.

"Yes.", I said.

"Now I don't want you get too excited while I explain all of this, alright?"

"I'm fucked!", I was thinking.

"<<>> Ok.", I said.

"Mr. Cook, you have a two conditions, one that is rather rare."

"It sounds bad."

"Well, it could be. First is what we are calling Borgford syndrome; we've learned that it comes from a viral infection."

"Borg what?"

"Borgford syndrome. We have no real name for the virus yet, so we just call it the shrinking virus. It's similar to Zika. You've heard of the Zika virus, haven't you?"

"Yeah, it comes from South America, right?"

"It's in the United States too and elsewhere. It's not to be taken lightly."

"Oh. I don't have Zika, do I?"

"No. What you have is more rare; we are just finding out about it. I needeed to consult with colleagues to help me figure this out. Now the effects from Zika include shrinkage of the brain and even the testicles."

"Ow.", I was thinking. He went on.

"With this new virus we are seeing the whole body shrink."

"Will I shrink more?"

"It is a possibility Mr. Cook. In fact, don't be upset but I can almost positively say you will shrink more. Most people with this virus shrink up to ten inches or more, but a few only a couple. It's hard to say at this time as we are only just now finding out about this unusual disease."

Shit!

"You've only lost four inches so that is good. You seem to be in otherwise great health. I can see you have seemingly large muscles, not only for a man your size but for one much bigger."

"Thanks, I work out doc."

"Good. Good. Continue to do so. It is important with this condition. Also, I will give you a sheet outlining dietary guidelines. It's important to eat healthy too."

"I try, but I don't have much of an appetite."

"Well, maybe we'll prescribe an appetite stimulant after the surgery."

"SURGERY!"

"Calm down. I haven't gotten to that part yet. We've detected a lesion on your pituitary gland. You can see it in the MRI here."

He had me step behind the desk as he brought up the MRI on his computer. He pressed some keys and a picture of my head showed up.

"That's the inside of my head?", I asked.

"Yes. This is the pituitary gland.", he said, as he pointed it out with his pencil.

"It's pretty small. Is that why I'm so small? Did the virus do that?"

"Well, not exactly. Your pituitary is normal size. It's this lesion in the anterior pituitary that is your problem."

"I can't see anything."

"See the little dark smudge there?", he pointed out.

"That's it?"

"Yes. I'm afraid that little smudge is messing with your body; it's probably scar tissue. It has prevented the pituitary from producing enough somatotropin. That's growth hormone the lack of which throughout your adolescence is the likely reason for your short stature."

"So, if I get growth hormone I could grow."

"No. I'm sorry Mr. Cook but you're too old for that to happen. Plus you are infected with the shrinking virus."

My heart sunk. He had more to say.

"Somatotropin deficiency in adults usually results in obesity. That's counterintuitive in your situation since you're losing stature, not gaining fat. Your strength and bone density seem to be normal. Better than normal, in fact."

"Surgery is going to make it work all right again?"

"Well, that remains to be seen. Normally, yes. But with the virus, if we don't go in and fix it the consequences may be grave."

This does not sound good at all. "What happens if I don't have the surgery?"

"Without treatment your quality of life will be greatly diminished. You'll likely become weak. However, combined with the shrinking virus, we believe the results to be, well, let's say not very good. Again, we aren't sure what to make of this, but my colleagues and I agree that surgery is warranted."

"Am I going to die?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it, young man. It is important to have this surgery first. I may be prescribing drugs as the situation warrants, after the surgery, depending on what they find and the outcome, ok?"

"Ok." But I wasn't sure exactly what that meant.

"Now treatments are just beginning to be appear for Borgford's syndrome. They are still in development. Trials are currently being set up. Would you be interested in that?"

"Maybe. I'll have to think about it I suppose. Will it help?"

"From what I understand -- remember this is new for me too -- results are mixed but some patients do improve. You may still lose some stature during this time. Everything is still experimental."

"That sounds good. I guess."

"There's one other thing. Have you had sex with anyone in the last six months?"

"Um, yes.", I said, rather sheepishly.

"This could be contagious. We think it comes from a mosquito bite, but it may be transmitted with sex. When did you first notice the shrinking?"

"I'm pretty sure it was about three months ago."

"Ok. Did you have any sex six months prior to that?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I am absolutely sure that I have not had sex with anyone before three months ago."

"That's good. We believe that the infectious period is from the time of contract with the virus until about six months after, in which case, after that period, you should not be contagious. The shrinking does not seem to start for maybe a year to two years after that, maybe longer. So, anyone you had sex with one to two years prior to the shrinking may be at risk."

I was thinking I could have gotten this while still in school. I guess since my love life the last two years was practically non-existent I had nothing to worry about here.

"Have you noticed any flu like symptoms in the past year or two?"

"No, not that I can remember."

"Ok, there's really no way of knowing exactly when you picked up the virus. But first things first. I have a referral to Dr. Scott here. He's the best surgeon I know. You will need to coordinate with his office for the surgery. He may prescribe more medication in conjunction with the surgery. Do not put this off! After you set the date of the surgery call my office and schedule a followup for two weeks after. Did you get all that?"

"I think so."

"Don't worry, there won't be a quiz. I have instructions printed out. They are at the top of this packet I had printed for you. Read them. Some of these are forms you will need to fill out. Nothing particularly cumbersome. But I apologize for the paperwork."

"That's ok."

"Good. Now what can you expect out of this? I would say the prognosis is good from the little we know about the shrinking virus. If you are treated promptly, that is. I'm sorry to have to tell you that there may be some further loss of stature, even after the surgery due to the virus. And there's no telling how much damage has been done to the pituitary until we can see it. The surgeon will be able to assess this so don't worry about it right now."

"Alright."

"Any questions?"

"Will I lose my voice?", I asked, thinking of my singing.

"Oh, heavens no. At least not from this."

"From the surgery?"

"There are definitely risks associated with all surgery, Mr. Cook, but losing one's voice is not one of them. At least not this type of surgery."

"That's good."

"You will likely have more questions later. I'm sure this has been a bit much for you to take in all at once. We will know a little bit more about the prognosis after the surgery. When you have a question, write it down. Then we can go over all of your questions at your followup appointment. Is that ok?"

"Yes."

"Most of all, it is up to you to follow up with the surgeon. Do not hesitate."

"Sure, doc."

"Thank you, young man. And don't worry; new drugs and treatments are always being produced. They may have this diseased licked before you suffer any more. You have a good day, Mr. Cook."

"Thanks."

There you have it. I just thanked a man for telling me bad news. I was a bit numb from all of this. I don't know if I should have been happy, or not. Maybe I could die from it, at least if not treated. And I can still lose more height, even if I am treated. I wanted to throw up.


----- Thursday afternoon

I'd have to tell Julie, but I don't know if I can find my voice for it. I can't take this to Jill. Besides, I've already unloaded enough on her. I ended up calling Erin.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"Ok."

"You don't sound good. Is everything ok?"

"Sure.", I didn't sound convincing at all.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Can we talk?"

"Sure. Oh, you mean face-to-face?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I have time. I can call in sick tonight if you want."

"Maybe that'd be a good idea. Can I come see you then?"

"Absolutely. When will you get here?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes.", my voice was cracking.

When I showed up Erin was standing in the door. I ran up to her and hugged her. Mom was in the kitchen.

"Can we go out somewhere, Erin?". She understood I didn't want Mom to hear this.

"Sure. Let me grab something. I'll be right back."

"Hi, sweetheart.", Mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Hi, Mom.", I yelled back putting every effort into making that sound as nonchalant as possible.

Erin came out. "Let's go.", she said. "So, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. I'll just drive, let's see where it takes us, ok?"

"Alright."

We didn't say a word the whole time. There was a lump in my throat. We ended up at a park with a little playground. I parked, turned the car off and just slumped. Still, no words were said.

After a bit I got out and said to Erin, "Let's go sit on the bench."

We sat. "Erin, I have something called Borg-something disease."

"Borg disease?"

"Borg ... something. It's some dude's name."

"Oh. It's not good is it?"

"No. It's a virus. It makes me shrink. There's no cure. And I need surgery. But I should live, I think." Then I started crying. We hugged the whole time.

I don't know how long we were there but I finally broke off and wiped my eyes on my shirt.

"What are you going to do, Sam?"

"I'm going to have the surgery, that's what? Then I have to see about this shrinking disease. I don't know."

She didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Nothing to be sorry for. Thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You were here for me, Erin."

"I'll always be here for you, Sam."

I returned her home and walked with her to the door. We saw Mom and went in.

"How are you sugar?", she said. To whom, Erin or me, I wasn't sure.

"I'm fine.", I said.

"How's your little friend doing, sweetheart?"

"His little friend has a name, Mom. It's Julie.", Erin said.

"Yes, Erin. I forgot." I didn't correct Erin; Julie is my big friend.

"And how's your little job going, Sam?", Mom said. There she goes with the "little" again.

"Mom! He makes more money than Dad.", Erin interrupted again.

"Erin, Sam can answer his own questions."

"Mom, you're belittling him again."

"Oh sugar. He's fine with it. He's just a midget. He understands that. He'll never amount to anything."

"WHAT!", Erin had fire in her eyes.

"Honey, you always took up for him. When are you going to learn? You're beautiful. You're going to marry someone rich. You'll be ten times richer than Sam."

Erin had tears in her eyes, as if she hadn't cried them out just a while ago. She turned and ran to her room, slamming the door.

I just looked at Mom and shook my head.

"What?", she said, shrugging her shoulders. She was clueless.

I went to Erin's room and knocked. "Erin. It's Sam. Can I come in?"

The door was opened. I walked in and sat down on her bed.

"Erin. Why don't you get your stuff together. You can come with me."

She grabbed a bunch of stuff, clothes mostly, stuffed them in a pillowcase and we were outta there.

"We'll come back later for the rest, Erin. I have plenty of space. You can have any of the two bedrooms you want. You're living with me now.", I told her on our way home.

Neither of us cried after that. We didn't talk either. We were both furious with Mom. We also new Dad would back her up. And we also new that telling them the news wouldn't change a thing.

When Julie came home from work she found both Erin and I sitting at the kitchen table sipping hot tea.

"Hey Erin. How are you?", she said with a smile.

We both looked up.

"Uh oh. That bad?", Julie said.

"Go get comfy Julie. We have a lot to talk about."

"Oh."

"Yes. But first thing is we have a new resident here. Erin will be staying with us from now on."

"Oh kay."

"Wait. Don't get comfy. You know what? Go pick up Jill and bring her here. Tell Mom she's spending the night."

"Ok."

"No. Strike that! Get both Mom and Jill here. This is a family matter."

"Ok. Sam, you're scaring me. Tell me everything will be alright."

"Everything will be alright. I promise. I love you Julie. Now go get Mom and Jill."

When they got here they all seemed nervous. Understandable.

"Anyone want coffee or tea?"

"I'll have coffee, thank you.", said Mom.

"I'll go make her some, Sam. You stay seated. I'll get myself some tea.", Julie said. Jill had some fruit drink.

We talked of nothing in particular for a while. I introduced Erin to Mom. I kept a smile on. Then when everyone had a drink in their hands we all sat around the table.

"I wanted to tell everyone at once. You all know that I had the results of my MRI today, right?"

They all shook their heads. Except Mom. But I explained everything I knew. I had to tell Mom a little bit of what happened before. I told them that Erin and I had a falling out with my Mom and Dad and that's why they weren't here.

When it was done they were all stunned. Especially Mom. She hadn't known a lot of the back story but it didn't matter. We talked of Julie's problems too. They seemed not nearly as bad as mine, but it didn't matter. Mom didn't know the full story there either. We owed it to her to let her know about Julie and me.

They all knew my situation now. They knew of the surgery and that I might shrink even more.

"I'm glad you told me face-to-face, Sam. My girls think highly of you. Both of them talk of you like you're a rock star.", Mom said.

"Aw shucks."

Don't say it!

"Thank you, Mom.", I said. She liked it when I called her Mom. I wondered if she had some mom premonition power or something.

"If there's anything I can do ...", she started saying.

"No. There's nothing anyone can do right now. I'll let you know if there is. But you've done enough already by bringing Julie and Jill into this world."

I needed to lighten the mood.

"Anyone hungry?", I said.

Nobody was really hungry.

"How about I order pizza, delivered?"

They all were like, "Sure. Whatever."

So pizza was ordered. We ate. It was time for Mom and Jill to go.

Jill and I looked at each other. Then I looked at Julie. It's funny how we were beginning to communicate without words. It was understood that we would welcome Jill with us here tonight.

"Mom, can I spend the night?"

"It wouldn't be a problem. Erin's staying tonight and there's still another bedroom left for Jill.", I said.

"Yeah, Mom. We can take care of her. Tomorrow's Friday. I can take the day off and we can go somewhere together. I'll bring her home tomorrow, ok?", Julie piped in.

"Alright, I guess. Don't you need clothes, Jill?", asked Mom.

"I have some older clothes that don't fit me anymore Mom. They'd fit Jill. I've been meaning to give them to her anyway. They've hardly been used.", Julie said.

"Ok. I guess you guys really want this."

Julie left with Mom in the BMW. I think Mom got a kick at how far back the seat had to go and how far back it had to lean to accommodate Julie.

While Julie was away Jill gave me hug and started crying. We held each other for a long time. Erin had come over and was stroking Jill's hair. Nobody talked much.

"Sam. Did you tell your Mom and Dad?"

"No. I don't think I will."

"We'll have to tell them sometime.", said Erin.

"I'll let you do that, if you don't mind, Erin."

"Shouldn't we tell Sharon?", Jill asked.

"Sure. It's gonna get out anyway. I suppose we owe it to her to tell her before it gets out."

"Can she come over?"

"Jill, I'm sure she has work tomorrow. You can call her tonight though."

"I'd rather tell her face to face. Wouldn't you?"

"Can't it wait? I've told the most important people in my life first."

"Sharon shared a night with you and Julie. Isn't she important too?"

"Yes, Jill. She is. If you want to invite her over then, go ahead."

"Can we invite Fred over too?", Erin asked.

"Sure, why not?" I figured Erin and Fred were going to hook up sooner than later if they already hadn't. But I wondered what the night would bring if they were over.

Sharon and Fred arrived just ahead of Julie. When Julie walked in she was surprised.

"It was Jill's idea. Sorry.", I said.

"It's ok. This is good. Have you told them anything yet?"

"No, I was just about to."

"Tell what?", Sharon asked.

"Erin, why don't you take Fred outside, show him the deck. Maybe get some wine, ok?"

The two disappeared and I laid out the story to Sharon. She didn't take it any better than any of the other girls.

"Sharon, can you let them know tomorrow that I won't be in the office?", Julie asked her.

"Yeah, Julie. No problem. Sam, are you going to be ok tonight?"

"I'll be ok, Sharon." I just wished that I had actually believed it myself.

"Sam, can I stay over?", Sharon asked. I looked at Julie. She seemed ok, but I wasn't so sure. I was certainly not in a great mood and didn't know if I could handle it.

"I don't know Sharon. I haven't even called into my work yet. I might have to go in early in the morning. I won't be any fun tonight anyway."

Sharon came over and gave me another world class kiss. "Sam, we don't have to do anything. I just want to be here for you.", she said.

"Well, it seems like everyone else is staying tonight. You ok with it, Julie?"

"Certainly."

"So, what about Fred?", I said.

We walked out on the deck and found Erin and Fred sucking face bigtime.

"Sorry to interrupt. I think Sharon wants to tell you something Fred."

"Fred, I'm staying here tonight. That ok?"

"Sure, I guess so.", he said.

"In that case, can Fred stay the night too?", Erin asked.

Can't say I wasn't expecting that.

"Sure. Why not?"

"Wait. What are we going to tell Dad, Sharon?", Fred said.

"Tell them that we were drinking and didn't want to drive home."

"That's good. It'll work."

So the whole gang was here on a Thursday night. I wasn't sure of the sleeping arrangements yet. But I was feeling too sorry for myself to care too much.

I was feeling a little bad about Jill though. I didn't think she and Erin were going to be together this night.

I then told everyone, "Guys, it's been a long day for me. I hope you all don't mind. I'd like to go to bed."

Everyone was ok with that. As it turned out, Julie and I slept in our bedroom alone. Erin and Fred in Erin's new bedroom, and Jill and Sharon in the other.

Sweet dreams everyone.