---- 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.