Holly craned her head to look past the long line of people ahead of her. The counter seemed so far away, but she knew there were only a few people ahead of her. The problem was, some of those people were twice her size. "I can take the next omega over here!" boomed a voice next to Holly's line.

She watched as a woman with legs as long as her whole body strode past her to a countertop above her head. There, a barista loomed over it, speaking pleasantly with the giant who had approached her. Holly sighed. She watched as another omega in front of her crouched down on her knees to speak to the normal-sized barista at her own counter. 

Normal-sized. She caught herself there. It seemed like every day, the concept of normal was changing. At first, it was only a handful of women in town who were classified as omega. Then, it was one in 20. Then one in 10. Now it seemed like she was becoming a minority fast. The fact that her favorite coffee shop had just installed a separate omega counter only solidified that growing anxiety.

"I can help whoever's next." came the voice in front of her. Holly snapped out of it, and approached the man at the counter. Then, a pair of legs swooped over her. She froze, staring up at the omega who cut her to the front. She was on her phone, tapping absent-mindedly as she slowly lowered herself to speak to the barista. "Can I get a-"

"Sorry..." the barista tried nervously. "I think this lady was next."

The omega spun around and stared at Holly, her face only inches from her. Holly couldn't help but stare at the mountain of woman in front of her like an impassable obstacle. The woman's confused face turned to embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see... Oh, I don't mean it like that. I wasn't looking and..."

"It's fine." Holly giggled, now sharing the embarrassment as the 8 foot woman melted into an apology puddle in front of her. "You go ahead."

After several more apologies, and a couple orders, Holly found herself outside. She stared out at the long, tall cars in the omega lot as she made her way to her own car only some feet away. At least there were still some perks to being normal. She climbed into the passenger seat of a large SUV, and handed one of her coffees to Grant, in the passenger seat.

"Felt like you were in there forever." Grant said, taking his coffee appreciatively.

"It's hard enough getting noticed anymore. Plus, they get their own line now, but still can be served in the little line." Holly replied, nodding over to another omega sauntering out of the coffee shop.

"I've said it before, they need to add a couple steps to the omega line. Even things out for us." Grant nodded sagely.

"Would you even use it if they did?" Holly asked, mockingly.

"Sure, I'd be a little intimidated. But it's not like I don't talk to omegas at work." Grant replied.

"Some of my best friends are omegas." Holly joked, adding a thicker mock to her tone. Grant laughed.

"You know, you could always..." Grant tried. He knew Holly didn't want to talk about it. But he couldn't help himself. He watched her laugh curl down into a judgmental smirk.

"Shut up and drive." Holly leaned back into her carseat as she felt the SUV back out onto the road.

She looked out the window as the town passed her by. It seemed like there was a construction project on every other corner. Scaffolding everywhere. The whole world was being refitted to fit the growing population. And she didn't mean amount. She remembered being a young child when the virus hit, and the world changing only slightly. The average height of women went up a couple inches. You'd see a woman over 6 feet almost as often as you'd see a man at that height. There would be pictures online, news articles of women around the world over 8 feet tall. They were quickly classified as Omegas. Named after the last strain of the virus that caused their sudden growth before scientists were able to stop the spread once and for all. 

But there were only a few hundred of them around the world, even at the highest estimate. Accommodations were made for these special cases, and the women were treated like celebrities, but the fervor died down and people moved on, as they always do. Then they made the announcement. A scientist was able to isolate the compound that caused all that trouble to begin with. Trials were undergone. Women were selected to test the longterm effects of what they called Murf2. Holly never understood the name. She never really cared. She saw no merit to height, whether she was a giant or her own happy, normal, 5'1".

That was all well and good until two years ago, when they released Murf3. With that came a much wider rollout, with women lining up to take it. And suddenly Holly found herself surrounded by legs and hips. She sighed, watching as Grant pulled into their neighborhood. The house on the corner was raising the roof, literally. Natalie Greene must have taken the Murf. She hadn't seen her in a couple weeks. Must have chosen to isolate. Many of them did. Holly couldn't imagine being that self-conscious. She wondered how much she'd have to stare up next time Natalie came over to ask which day recycle bins went out. The woman could never remember anything.

"Something on your mind?" Grant nudged as he pulled into their driveway. Holly snapped back into focus.

"Brunch." she muttered.

"We just got home..." Grant replied, confused.

"I know. I told Sara I would do brunch with her today. I needed a coffee for that."

"Expecting a lot?"

"How could I not, these days?" Holly asked, climbing out of the tall car as she took a long sip of her coffee. She missed the guard step at the bottom and tumbled out, catching herself.

"Woah, there." Grant laughed.

"Damnit." came Holly's reply. Grant walked around the car to find his wife's white shirt covered in a dripping coffee stain.

"I'm sorry, baby." Grant said, stifling his laugh.

"That's what I get for being shitty." Holly sighed. "Let me go change. If Sara comes, try to entertain her."

"I guess I can show her... the yard." Grant replied, watching Holly storm into the house.

---

Holly stared at herself in the floor-length mirror. Her shirt was off, and she was wearing only her yoga pants and a scowl. She stared down at her small waist, and the perky breasts above them, obscured somewhat by her long tresses of midnight black hair. Only a few years ago, she would have drawn stares in any room. Her figure was tight and curvy, even for her small frame. Her eyes were like green fireworks behind her long, dark hair. Her lips were curved permanently into a cherry-red heart-shaped smirk. She was gorgeous, and still in her 20s. And now all she felt like was a bottom feeder. She heard Grant laugh outside, and she once again got back to business, throwing a simple blue top on as she raced out of the bedroom.

As she rounded the corner of her cozy home, she could hear the voices growing louder. They were having fun, and it made Holly smile even before she reached the door. She threw it open to see Grant standing with a wide grin next to Sara, who was seated comfortably on the grass, her long legs bent in twin arches over the lawn. She stared down at Holly, even in her seated position.

"Heard you had a little accident." Sara smirked.

"Very small." Holly replied. "And taken care of. You ready?"

Holly watched as Sara's arms moved in front of her, as she pulled herself up onto her feet. Holly was still getting used to staring up so high to see her oldest, dearest friend. She tried her best to hide her discomfort.

"Cool to take my car?" Sara joked.

"Very funny." Holly snapped, walking over to the tall car at the curb. 

"You kids have fun!" Grant called as he watched Holly struggle to open the huge door in front of her. Sara stepped over, easily opening the door for her smaller friend. Holly pulled an attached, collapsible stepladder out from the side of the door. "Thank you." she muttered as she stepped in.

Sara stepped daintily over to the driver's side, and stepped in. With the car on, she rolled down the window. Grant tried to wave, but only the top of Holly's head was visible through the window. "Don't wait up!" Sara laughed, and sped off.

---

"So there's this new guy at the gym." Sara went on. Holly stared up at her friend, watching her expression become more radiant as the story went on.

"Another one?" Holly asked.

"Don't be like that. Anyway, he says he's six-four... but he's like... right up to my elbow." Holly stared as Sara wiggled her elbow in demonstration. She couldn't help but watch as Sara's whole body shook beneath her baggy blouse. Even beneath the heavy clothes, it was obvious just how much Sara had filled out.

"So I think, you know, it's a gym. Let's take him over to the scale. They have a measurer... thing on there."

"Oh boy." Holly wound her up.

"Just BARELY five-eleven." Sara announced.

"Does it really matter?" Holly replied. "I mean, aren't they all mostly the same from your point of view at this point?"

"That's not my point, Holly. You know I don't care. I never cared." Sara said. "The point is, guys will never change. Even when a girl is three feet above them, they're still gonna lie about their height to try to get laid."

Sara laughed. Holly laughed with her. She closed her eyes and listened to their laughs intermingle. It was like it used to be, a few months ago, before Sara took the Murf. "So I've been putting off telling you something". Sara said, making Holly's eyes snap open.

"You're growing again." Holly joked.

Sara laughed, fakely. Holly knew something was up, then. "I wish. No, we're gonna be one more for brunch."

"Who." Holly said immediately. It was barely a question.

"Maggie." Sara sighed.

"I like Maggie." Holly shot back. She did like Maggie. In small doses.

"Holly, she took the Murf." Sara replied.

Holly's heart sank. She was going to be a minority again for brunch. This time with her friends. "How big is she?"

"I don't know. She only started last week, and we haven't been able to catch up."

"Well, so long as we're going somewhere with good mixed seating." Holly sighed back.

"Of course." Sara nodded apologetically.

"Because I don't want to be staring at your vajes while I eat." Holly snapped.

Sara laughed. Holly tried not to, but Sara's laugh was infectious even before it filled a room.

----

Holly stared up at the massive door in front of her. She felt Sara's huge presence behind her.

"Ok, full transparency: Maggie picked the place." Sara squeeked.

Holly sighed. She looked at the door handle just above her head. "It feels discriminatory."

"Imagine being us. The rest of the world too small for you to fit. Wouldn't you appreciate a place that treated you like YOU were the normal one?" Sara said, pulling the huge door open easily as she nodded for Holly to enter. Holly couldn't help but feel bested in that exchange as she walked into a beautiful outdoor patio lined with exotic plants, with a bubbling fountain at the center.

"My god. This is your normal?" Holly gasped. Sara chuckled. They walked up to the large podium where an omega hostess stood waiting for them. 

"Just you two? I have a few mixed tables available." the hostess chirped. Holly craned her neck to hear what she was saying. The hostess was speaking mostly to Sara, who was half a head taller than the hostess, herself.

"We're actually meeting someone here-" Sara began, before a loud call made them all spin around to the mixed section. Holly watched as a gigantic woman stood up and waved to the both of them. All the more unnerving was that Maggie's head was attached to the giant woman, now bouncing with excitement. Even from a distance Holly could tell, Maggie was already full omega.

Holly walked toward the table, watching Maggie get bigger with every step. She was wearing a skintight jumpsuit that seemed like she'd been poured into. Holly laughed to herself as every wave from Maggie made the suit look like it would burst.

"Maggie!" Sara cried, bringing her into a big hug. "You're huge!"

"Still not as big as you." Maggie beamed staring up at Sara's colossal form. She pulled away, staring down at Holly. "And Holly! How have you been?" 

Holly couldn't help but feel shy between two pairs of legs the same size as herself. Before she could even think, she found herself wrapped in another huge Maggie hug. She felt the wind escape her lungs as Maggie's long arms squeezed her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Maggie gasped, releasing the wheezing Holly. "I'm still getting used to all this. You understand."

"Have you started any care classes?" Sara asked, hiding her judgment as she crouched down to inspect the winded Holly.

"I start my first on Monday. I thought I had some time, but i kind of had a pretty big spurt this morning." Maggie said, sheepishly.

"Oh really?" Holly choked, trying to join the conversation as best she could.

"Would you believe I was only 7'9" when I put on my stretchies today?" Maggie asked, showing off just how tight her jumpsuit had become. "Over the last 4 hours I've jumped up to 8'4"."

"Fuck, that's a lot." Sara said, sitting down at a raised chair at the mixed table. Holly sat down at a chair her own size, marveling at the table's unique design. The surrounding area swooped up, allowing Holly's chair to rise to the same place at the table as her larger brunch mate's chairs. The world was catching up quick, with style being factored in with function.

"Still not as big as you. You're an icon." Maggie complimented.

"Stop." Sara blushed. "It's not like I had any control."

"That's the scary part, huh?" Holly asked. The two huge women stared at her. "The lack of control?" Holly added, more self-conscious.

"i don't really find it scary." Maggie admitted. "It's more exhilarating than anything else. Every day you wake up a new woman."

"And that's not scary? To be someone different from what you always knew? Every day?" Holly asked, watching as tall glasses of water were handed to them by an omega waiter.

"I'll be back with your water in a sec." the waiter said, leaving Holly temporarily waterless.

"Well, I know it only lasts a couple weeks. They've built safeguards into this thing. And I'm technically on my last day. It's funny, this morning I was all ready to come to terms with being a short omega."

"8'4" is average." Sara said. She thought of the handful of 7-footers she'd seen here and there. Women who'd taken the Murf but responded less positively. It had become a running joke to call them short, even though they were well above all the men, and quite capable of comfortably using the omega amenities.

"So what made you want to do it?" Holly asked, knowing it was futile to try to talk about anything else, but wanting to steer away from the numbers talk.

"Oh, it was long overdue." Maggie sighed. "I was one of the last women in my office to not have taken it. My workplace is very trendy. I've been surrounded by hips for over a year."

Holly thought about her own experience at the coffee shop. She tried to shoo those thoughts away before they stuck.

"Finally, I got approved by my insurance for the procedure. I wanted to make sure I could go through my company. I don't want to be broke over this. I've heard a few stories about women who spend all their money on the Murf, and don't factor in how much their food bill is going to increase."

"The government offers a stipend based on your end to end growth. Did you fill out your form?" Sara shot back. Holly was impressed with how professional Sara was about all this. But Sara was professional about everything. Constantly researching, being meticulous, even when she was in high school. Even when she was still 5'4".

"Oh, I'm working on it. I'm still growing, after all." Maggie stretched out at that, letting her round breasts creak against the fabric of her stretchies. "Getting used to a lot of stuff." she whispered, blushing, as she tried to squish her flesh back into place.

"There's definitely an adjustment period." Sara replied. "You should retire those stretchies when you get home. They're technically not supposed to be worn after you break 8 feet."

"I didn't want to miss brunch! How have you been? Holly, what's new with you?"

"Oh, not much." Holly sighed. "Grant and I are still just plugging along on the house. Still a lot to do with the old fixer-upper. And we don't get any government help with our stuff." she joked.

"So when are you gonna do it, then?" Maggie asked. "What's the point in waiting? Losing money?"

"Well, I don't know if..." Holly trailed off, staring down at the long legs of Maggie's chair.

"Holly doesn't want to do it." Sara finished for her.

"And that's perfectly alright." Maggie replied immediately. "That's your right, and your decision."

A silence fell over the table. The omega waitress set the small glass of water in front of Holly. Even for a regular sized person, the glass seemed small.

"But I can't tell you how nice it's been. Everything's for me, now. Everything." Maggie beamed. "It's so nice to walk into a store and not have to duck around a bunch of people to get to a little counter in the corner you can barely see over some lady's big ass as she tries to swipe her card."

"Now you ARE the big ass." Sara laughed. 

"Damn straight." Maggie said, slapping her thigh. Holly watched as the skin rippled under the stretch fabric. "And I'll tell you, all the money I'm getting to reinvent myself. Work is finally listening to me again, my dating life is getting CRAZY. Oh, I'm sorry, Sara. I forgot..."

"It's totally fine." Sara huffed. "It happens to a lot of people."

Holly blushed for Sara. She thought back to 3 months ago, when her fiance Dylan broke it off with her. Sara had only just started to laugh again.

"They should make a Murf that shrinks women, so Dylan can date someone his own size." Holly tried.

Sara chuckled, appreciatively. It wasn't A-grade material. But Holly hoped the hokiness would work in her favor.

"Well that's why I swore off dating when I got approved. I want to be the full me before I start finding my soulmate." Maggie said.

"Lucky you." Sara rasped.

"Good to see that after everything, you're still the same you, Maggie." Holly smiled. Maggie smiled back, oblivious.

The waiter sidled up, through the thickening tension, pad at the ready.

"I think we're just about ready to order." Sara sighed.

-----

"Sixteen omelettes." Holly stated, staring out the front of Sara's car as it whizzed down the highway. "How can she afford that? Did you see those prices?"

"I paid those prices." Sara replied. "She didn't. She still gets a full meal refund every day she can show proof of growth."

"Christ, the bureaucracy of this thing. It really makes the whole miraculous aspect feel... not so much." Holly laughed.

"The government knows it will get more in the long-run by supporting this thing. Plus, it doesn't hurt that we have an omega in the White House."

"I voted for Ralston." Holly said.

"President Partridge has done a good job for everybody. You're just being a dick."

"I'm being a dick? What was all that shit with Maggie asking me when I was going to take the Murf?" Holly asked.

"I know." Sara rolled her eyes.

"You don't just ask someone that. It's a personal decision."

"Well, Holly... as your close personal friend... when are you?" Sara tried.

"Oh, fuck off." Holly sighed.

"No, really. I'm sick of the pity party here. There's only so long you can play coy. You live in a metropolitan area. You are upwardly mobile in your career. You know it's just a matter of time before you choose or the world chooses for you. And you would hate one of those little communities. I've seen the pictures."

"I know. I saw them too." Holly relented. "I just don't like the uncertainty. My whole adult life has been lived at five-foot-one. I don't know what life is at nine feet."

"It's very rare to get to nine feet." Sara replied.

"You're nine feet." Holly shot back.

"And I'm rare." Sara smiled, leaning back into her seat. It took some getting used to, but Sara couldn't help but love being considered tall even among omegas.

"But what if I stop being me?" Holly asked quietly.

The car skidded to a stop. Holly looked out at her house some feet away. She reached for the car door. The locks clicked shut dramatically.

"You don't think I'm me anymore?" Sara asked, a tinge of anger in her voice. Holly felt a strange fear as her best friend loomed over her.

"I didn't say..." Holly tried.

"You know who did say that?" Sara asked.

Holly shook her head.

"Dylan." Sara declared.

Holly felt smaller than ever. "I'm sorry, Sara. I didn't mean-"

"Don't start acting like you get to be shitty just because you're so small. We're all still us. If you can't see that, then maybe you should just stay low to the ground."

Holly nodded, ashamed.

"Now get the fuck out of my car." Sara demanded, clicking the locks back up. Holly opened the door, shoving her full weight against it as she awkwardly lowered the ladder herself. This time, Sara didn't move a finger to help.

------

Holly sat on the couch, resting her head against Grant's chest. Tears dried on her cheeks as they watched television together. Grant had listened quietly as she recounted the day, ending in the angry goodbye from her best friend. Holly wondered if this was the last she'd see of Sara. If the last words she'd say to her would be words taken as an insult. Maybe Sara would start to hang out with other omegas more, finally give up on Holly and her little life. She'd always acted like nothing had changed between them over the 6 months since she'd taken the Murf. Now it had all blown up in her face.

"I just..." Holly tried.

"It's ok, baby." Grant replied.

"I just want more time to think about it. Is that so wrong?"

"You take all the time you need."

"I like myself, though. I like us. Don't you like us?" Holly pleaded.

"I love us." Grant assured.

"But..." Holly felt a worm rise up in her thoughts. She didn't want to say it. But it couldn't help but be said. "But, you'd still love me if... if I took the Murf?"

"Baby, I'll love you no matter what you do." Grant said, kissing her sweetly. "Well, don't kill anybody.... Ok, you can kill one guy, and I'll still love you."

Holly laughed, kissing him wetly again. "Promise?"

He nodded.

"But you're only 6'2"."

"Six-two is tall for a man." Grant replied.

"So you'd be ok with me being 2 feet taller than you?" She nestled closer into his chest as she asked. She wanted to make it clear that these sorts of cuddles would be impossible were she to make this decision.

Grant took his thumb under Holly's chin. He brought her face to his and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes, filling with passion. She felt his hands around her, moving her onto his lap. When she opened her eyes, she was staring down at him. He looked up at her with a wolfish grin. "Get as big as you want, baby."

Holly kissed him again, letting herself rise above him as their kiss became more intense. She felt his member swell beneath her yoga pants, as her hands found his zipper. She unsheathed him, running her small fingers along his shaft as she felt him moan inside their kiss. His hands caressed her ass as they writhed together on the couch. 

He picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her out of the room. Her thin legs wrapped around his torso as her fingers dug into his hair. Grant let his pants drop to the floor as he kicked them away, stepping into the bedroom. Grant threw her on the bed, watching as she peeled the yoga pants off her firm ass. Grant ran his hand down her neck, down her breasts, and tugged the hem of her shirt off her. Holly laughed as she sat naked on the bed, ripping Grant's own shirt off as she did.

He took her back in his hand and carefully dipped her down, kissing her from her belly button, up to her lips. 

"Wait." she stopped him, taking his face in her hands. She took her thigh against him and spun him around. She now sat on top of him, straddling his hips. Her long, onyx hair cascaded down around her naked, pale form. Her glittering smile shone through as Grant smiled up at her, feeling her hips begin to sway against his. Her hands found him again, guiding him into her wet sex as she continued to sway. Grant felt his passion rising as she swayed deeper into him. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, not stopping. She moaned as his face rose closer to her's. 

From her perch, she stared down at him even as he stood up. This was what she wanted: to look down at him as she felt an orgasm rise in her. "Are you close?" she rasped through her shimmering teeth.

"Yes, fuck, yes." he wheezed back as he felt his penis swell even further against her writhing pussy.

She gasped, heavily, her whole body crumpling under the weight of her climax. Grant came with her, as they clutched one another in sweaty embrace. Holly stared down at him, now only an inch from his face. Even at 5'1", she seemed 100 feet tall to Grant at that moment. He kissed her in celebration and she laughed through her own kiss.

She dismounted, sliding next to him on the bed. Grant cuddled up next to her, as he pulled the sheets over both of them. She felt his heavy chest breathing against her. His whole body was wrapped around her. She felt small. She felt loved. She felt happy.

As she felt Grant fall asleep behind her, a contented smile formed on her face. She shut off the light, and her teeth glowed in the dark. She sighed and whsipered, "Okay."

Holly sat, anxiously thrumming the table with her fingers. Her eyes scanned the crowded coffee shop over and over. Surely she's spot Sara as soon as she arrived. Even among omegas, she was someone who stood out. And stand out Sara did, as she strode through the door with a tepid look on her face. She was wearing tight jeans with a loose, casual blouse. Simple, but far from the baggy set that had become her new style. Holly waved at her, ecstatically.

She was just thrilled she showed up at all. Holly worried it was too soon to send the *can we talk* text after their uncomfortable exchange. But Sara agreed to meet here, despite her cold response. She was like that. No matter what, she'd always have her friend's back. "I hope this is ok. There was a wait on a mixed table, and..."

"It's fine." Sara replied firmly, trying her best to figure out how to sit down at a table that barely came up to her knees. A barista appeared from behind her, almost like magic. Sara had gotten used to smaller people sneaking up on her by now. 

"I can get you a pad, if you'd prefer. And whatever you're drinking." the barista chirped.

"A pad would be great. And a latte." Sara said as she dropped to her knees, wincing against the hard tile floor.

"On one check!" Holly called as the barista trotted off.

"You don't have to do that." Sara said, adjusting herself into the most comfortable position she could.

"It's the least I could do. I was an ass." Holly apologized. Sara tried to jump in, but Holly stopped her. "No, I was. You don't have to try to make me feel better."

"I was going to agree with you." Sara smirked.

"Oh." Holly went red. "Well, then... thank you. I've just been feeling a lot of pressure lately, and I took it out on you. As much as I hate to admit it, you've become almost like... a gigantic reminder of how much the world has changed around me. Changed without me. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I'm not really mad. You're the only person who still treats me like I'm the same me. I guess when you said what you said, it triggered something."

"I never want our friendship to change. I value it as much as my own marriage. Which is why I wanted to get your advice on something." Holly sighed.

Sara leaned in. She had a good idea where this was going but she could hardly believe it.

"Did it hurt?" Holly squeaked. "Is it painful?"

Sara smiled. "Far from it. There's some discomfort when you go through a heavy spurt, and it can be disorienting, but honestly there's more pleasure than pain." She blushed as she remembered that long two weeks, growing almost 4 feet, the world shrinking around her.

"Ok. Okay." Holly psyched herself up. "So... I've been thinking of taking the Murf."

"Do it, Holly. You won't regret it. I promise you that." Sara beamed. The barista arrived with her latte and a plushy, round pad the size of tortoise. Sara stood to adjust herself on the new seat, but something else caught her fancy. She stood up straight, and stared down at Holly.

"What?" Holly asked, sheepishly.

Sara took her by the arm and pulled her into a hug. Holly found herself over a foot off the ground, dangling inside of Sara's large embrace. "What!?" she laughed as she felt the rumbling laugh of Sara's massive chest against her.

"You spent all this time acting like you were never going to do it. And now you make the decision in 24 hours." Sara stated, setting her friend carefully back on the ground. "I'm so excited for you. Now you get to start your life like the rest of us."

"I could have had a life without it." Holly said, plopping back into her chair.

"Listen," Sara replied, sliding onto her pad and putting her face close to Holly across the table. "Nobody likes to say it. It's not a very nice thing to think, but it's the truth. Omegas are becoming a new class fast. And they're not exactly second, if you know what I mean."

Holly didn't have to be told that. She lived it every day. The omegas were becoming a part of a ruling class without ever firing a shot. It felt natural. No matter how sweet and understanding an omega could be, they had a naturally commanding presence, and society was wrapping itself around them with no need for coercion.

"You could have had a happy life how you are. But now you can have a full life." Sara leaned back, letting her body stretch out against her top. Holly couldn't help but marvel at just how impressive a figure her best friend had been bestowed.

"I don't know if I need to be as... full as you. I wouldn't mind being one of those short omegas. Seven footers. I could get by like that, without making things too different for Grant."

"They're calling them lowmegas these days." Sara corrected.

"Lowmegas. Clever." Holly spat.

"And they're almost as rare as... well, me. You'll probably wind up somewhere a little above 8 feet like most of us." Sara said.

"Ooh, I just felt a chill. It's still so spooky to me." Holly said. "I like my body. People always called me a natural beauty. Well, they used to."

"Imagine what they'll call you now. Are you gonna get a subsidy from your work for the procedure?"

"I'm asking first thing Monday morning. Which is why I wanted to talk to you so soon." Holly replied.

"I'll send you all the literature. Best to be informed." Sara stated. "Make sure you take more of the Nektar than you think you'll need. You can always get refills, but best to start strong. And don't leave the doctor's office without at least a couple stretchies. You call me if you have any questions. I've been through all of this before."

"Really? I had no idea." Holly sneered.

Sara shoved her playfully, gasping when Holly flew out of her chair onto the floor. "Sorry! I-"

"That's the only one you get!" Holly laughed.

-----

The halogen light of the bright office buzzed above Holly's desk. She let it distract her. Even after all of Sara's coaching the night before, she was still nervous to talk to Davis. She added some lines to the design she was working at on her laptop. The logo was becoming too busy, and she knew it. But busy was what she needed right now.

"That looks too busy." came a voice from above. Holly stared up to see Morgan standing over her. She wore a loose, professional, white-striped dress cinched at the waist. Her short-cropped hair hung over her face as she stared down at Holly's computer screen.

"I know." Holly sighed. "I finished it hours ago."

"Are you asking for more logo work? Because I still have 6 due by-"

"How tall are you, Morgan?" Holly asked, standing up to speak to her.

Morgan blushed. It was more direct than she was used to. Omegas had become accustomed to smaller people not asking their exact height. "It's all tall to me." had become a running joke.

"Eight-five." she said, almost like it was a question.

Holly stared up at her, getting closer as if she was examining. She could see Morgan's face get redder behind the curve of her breast. "Everything ok?"

Holly sighed again. "I'm thinking of taking the Murf."

"Oh, that's great!" Morgan encouraged. "We've all been wondering when you'd finally do it."

Holly shot her a look. Were the office omegas talking about her behind her back? Or above her back, technically?

"I'm just working up the nerve to ask Davis to subsidize me."

"Yeah, he can be weird about that. Some of us decided to do it out of pocket, just so he couldn't hold it over us."

"Prick." Holly spat. "Any advice?"

Morgan leaned down at patted her on the back. "Walk in there and talk to him like you're already 8 feet tall." 

Holly smiled back at her. "Thanks."

"See you on the upper level." Morgan smiled back.

Holly marched along the open floor plan to the small office at the far end of her floor. She passed half a dozen omegas as she did, as if cutting through the thick underbrush of possibility on her way to salvation. She would be one of them soon. All it took was a rubber stamp from the man behind that door.

She knocked. "Yeah!" came a voice behind it. Holly opened it to find Davis scrolling through a long list of forms on his desktop. 

"Holly!" he shouted with mock enthusiasm. "Loved the Brandwise logo you sent this morning. When can we expect the full packet?"

"I have it all ready." Holly said, shutting the door behind her. Davis cocked an eyebrow as she sat in the chair across from his desk. "I just wanted to-"

"Something wrong with the brief?" he interrupted.

"No, it was actually really easy. I wanted to ask you about something else."

Davis sighed. "Look, I know you're gunning for something more leadershippy here, but we're fully staffed up with people more..."

"I wanted to ask about taking the Murf. What's the company's process for sponsorship?" Holly shot back.

Davis swallowed his humor. His face turned into a light grimace. "I'm really happy for you that you decided to do this for yourself, Holly. But we've already sponsored three girls this year alone."

"Is there a quota?" Holly asked, confused.

"Not exactly. But it becomes substantially more difficult without spreading these subsidies out."

"When's the last time you sponsored someone?"

"Four months ago. Anna. And you saw how..." he stopped himself, dropping his hands down from the crude swooping gestures he began to make.

"So how soon can you sponsor someone else? I'm not against waiting a bit." Holly tried.

"The thing is... I just approved a subsidy last week." Davis squirmed.

Holly's heart sank. "Who?" Her mind raced, thinking of the handful of women in the office she still saw eye to eye.

"Laurie." Davis spat. 

Laurie. She'd only been working here for 3 months. But Davis always had a weird look on his face when she passed by. And Holly noticed that she passed by quite a lot. She wasn't sure what else there was to say.

"Look, I love where your head's at. Let's table this Murf talk for a couple months, then circle back when we're fresh again. I love your ambition. Nothing's better than ambition. But for now, why don't you just send me that packet?"

The door slammed behind her. Holly didn't even remember standing up. She walked over to the break room, trying her best to avoid eye contact with Morgan as she passed. It wasn't hard. All she had to do was stare straight ahead.

She pulled a coffee mug out of the cabinet and began to shovel grounds into the coffeemaker. Her senses were beginning to readjust. The humiliation was subsiding. Then Laurie walked in.

"Oh! Hey, Holly!" she said, quite chipper.

"Hi, Laurie." Holly replied, warmly. She looked over at the average height women, her thick red hair cascading down in a messy bunch. She was wearing a blue, stretchie jumpsuit that fit her quite poorly. It was rumpled in places, baggy in others. Her naturally appealing figure was given no favors by this new look. "I heard you were approved to take the Murf."

"I just did it this morning." Laurie beamed. "Got back a couple minutes ago."

Holly observed her carefully, then. Apart from the fashion choice, she didn't look much different from her normal 5'6" height. "How was it?"

"Surreal, honestly. They give you this big infodump, pump you full of the catalyzer, hand off some smoothies and one of these bad boys..." At that, Laurie, tugged on her stretchies and watched them snap back against her body. "And... we're off."

"Do you feel different?"

"Not yet. They say it can take a minute for it to really kick in. But it picks up the pace the longer it goes, and-"

Holly watched Laurie continue her ramble. The woman could never keep a statement concise. But what really caught her attention was the realization that her eyes were slowly moving up as she stared up at Laurie. It was starting.

"Woah." Laurie breathed, taking a coffee in her hands. "I guess, here we go."

Holly had begun staring directly at Laurie's neck. Now she was looking at her shoulders. It must have been a couple inches over the course of a few seconds.  "Here we go." she croaked.

"Well, see you around." Laurie said, turning around and heading toward the door. "Just.. you know, lower."

Holly leaned against the counter, holding her own coffee in her hands. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. A text from Sara.

*how did it go?*

*bad. he said they can't afford it, since they just gave one to someone else.*

Typing. Furious little dots bouncing at the bottom of the conversation. Holly couldn't help but feel invigorated by her friend's textual enthusiasm.

*bullshit. there's no reason he can't give it to you. the government is still fully funding all corporate subsidies.*

*i wondered if he just didn't want another omega gunning for his job* Holly wrote back, feeling suddenly empowered.

*get back in there and tell him he's paying for your murf, or you're calling the ACLU on his ass.*

*do you think that'll work?*

*if it doesn't, i'm coming down there and talking it through with him myself*

Holly smiled. She put her phone back in her pocket, slurped her coffee down in two quick gulps, and stormed back into Davis's office.

-----

"I'm just surprised you were able to see me so quickly." Holly told the doctor. She sat on a bench in a white examining room, surrounded by the standard medical doo dads. Tongue depressors, cotton swabs, upsetting diagrams of the body.

"We don't get nearly as many appointments for this as we used to." Doctor Hastings replied. He was a thin man, almost six and a half feet tall, and seemingly in his 60s. He had a gentle way about him that made Holly feel at ease. "Most of the women who were interested in this sort of thing had taken it months ago. You missed the boom."

Hastings unwrapped the compression pump from Holly's arm. "All good?" she asked, nervously.

"Vitals are perfect. I'd say you're the healthiest you'll ever be, but I'd be lying." Hastings smiled.

"You've done a lot of these?" Holly queried. She still needed some assurance.

"Oh, dozens. There are never any complications, really. Some women get cold feet, but that's their own business." Hastings pulled a cotton swab from a jar and dabbed it with numbing solution. He saw Holly wince as he did. He smiled, and rubbed the crook of her arm carefully with the swab.

"I'm just going to start with the catalyzer. Now, that's the MRPF_3 injection that gets the ball rolling. There will be a little pinch here." He pulled out a needle filled with amber liquid. "If you're squeamish, just relax and look away."

Holly nodded. She never had a problem with needles, but this particular one was very auspicious. She felt the pinch, and then it felt like her blood thickened ever so slightly. It was done. She took the Murf.

Hastings put a bandage over the injection point and squeezed her shoulder like a grandfather would. "Now, the rest is on you. We'll set you up on your way out with 5 cases of Nektar, that's the high-protein solution that will help your growth stay stable, and keep you from any hunger pains or soreness. Comfort is key here. Now, we recommend one serving of Nektar with every meal, no matter how many meals your body feels it needs on your... journey."

Holly blushed. She suddenly felt hungry already. She thought of Laurie, how quickly it started for her. Would it be even quicker in her case?

"The bottles are portioned by the serving, so don't worry about measuring anything. It's all been thought out for you. We're around if you experience any complications. But it's very rare for women undergoing the procedure to feel anything more than the occasional anxiety attack. It's a big change, after all."

"Big change." Holly repeated. She looked down at herself. She was still wearing the same loose black slacks and white t-shirt she'd brought to work. 

"Last thing is, we have some stretchies here for you." Hastings announced, pulling a small garment out from a cabinet. "They come in blue, green, yellow, pink, purple..."

"How many can I have?" Holly asked.

"I can give you one of each, if you like. We're not in high demand, like I said. And the government is footing the bill." 

"The green and purple are fine." Holly said, taking one out of Dr. Hastings' hands. "And the blue."

"Some women like to wear them out, just in case. I can step out if you'd like to change."

"No, that's alright." Holly said, collecting her new set of stretchies. "Thank you, doctor."

-----

Holly rounded the winding hallway back into the lobby. It was still only 2pm, and the place was practically deserted. The nurse behind the counter flagged her down. She was young, and from Holly's estimate about 8'2". "I just need your signature on some forms, and then you're good to grow."

Holly smiled. The nurse seemed very proud of that joke. Who was she to judge? She scribbled her name on the forms, one by one, trying her best to ignore the vibrating feeling along her arms. "All set?"

"We have your Nektar here." the nurse replied, hoisting a pallet of plastic-wrapped shake bottles up from the counter with ease. Holly looked at the impressive stack with concern. The nurse took notice.

"I can help you out to your car if you don't have anyone with you..."

"I, um..."

The door swung open then, and Grant appeared as if on cue. "Holly!" he burst forward, pulling her into his arms. Holly hugged him tightly. He felt, somehow, smaller. She must be imagining things. Her brain was already resetting its expectations for the future.

"Sorry I'm late. I didn't realize you were already headed here."

"It's ok." Holly replied. "Do you mind helping me with my supplements?"

Grant turned to the large pallet on the counter. The nurse smiled down at him, challenging him to say yes.

-----

Holly tugged at her shirt as she sat in the SUV next to Grant. The bottles of Nektar bounced in the backseat behind them. She felt stifled in her clothes, but refused to believe she was already growing.

"I just can't believe you did this so soon." Grant exclaimed, eyes still fixed on the road. "You only told me you were ready last night."

"Well, it just sort of aligned this way." Holly replied.

"And work was cool with you taking the rest of the day off?"

"The way I left things, work would be cool if I threw my desk at Davis." Holly laughed

Grant laughed. "You laugh, but that's not going to be outside the realm of possibility in a couple weeks."

Holly calmed down at that. "Well, no going back now. Ugh..." she tugged harder on her blouse.

Grant pulled to the side of the road, trying to get a better look at his struggling wife. His eyes immediately caught the problem. "Baby, you're off and running."

"No fucking way. I just got the injection 20 minutes ago." Holly debated.

"Holly, I'm pretty familiar with your body. And I know how big your boobs are."

Holly looked down as he said that. Her chest seemed to have swollen noticeably. "No way. You're just messing with me."

"Is your shirt messing with you?" Grant asked. He tugged at the bottom of her white tee. She slapped his hand away playfully before realizing what exactly he had done. She felt the bottom hem of her shirt. It was riding up above her waist. She felt the bare skin of her midriff beneath her undeniably larger chest. Her heartbeat quickened. Fear, but also excitement made her body tingle all the more. Grant pulled back onto the road.

"Have you had any lunch?"

"No, and I'm starving." Holly groaned.

"Growing girl." Grant smiled.

They pulled off into a diner not far from their house. It was one of Holly's favorites and Grant knew it. He wanted to put some normalcy back into the day as soon as possible. He stepped out of the SUV and, as a form of habit, walked to the other side to help his wife out. When he got there, she was already standing on the pavement, beaming up at him. "Easier than it looked."

He looked at her, her tee shirt riding up past her bellybutton. Her loose slacks were showing the shape of her leg more than he remembered. Holly smiled back, staring straight at his collarbone. It was a new feeling, and surprisingly fun for her.

"Let me grab a shake." she said, whipping open the backdoor and snapping a bottle off the stack. "One per meal. Doctor's orders." she cooed, sashaying into the diner. Grant smiled, following her in.

They were sat at a booth near the back. The lunch rush had already petered out, so they had the place mostly to themselves. Grant looked over at the tall tables on the other side of the dining area. So they'd already started upgrading the seating even here. His mind wandered, wondering how soon he'd have to sit at one of those tables with his wife, every time they went out together. He was brought back to Earth by the sound of their plates hitting the table. He looked down at his club sandwich, made to perfection as usual. Then he saw Holly's plate.

"A caesar salad?" Grant questioned.

"I love the salad here." Holly protested.

"Holly, you're gonna get sick if you don't eat enough protein."

"But I don't want to get too big, Grant. It's my first day. Can't I go slow?"

"Ma'am, can we add a few things to this order?" Grant asked, grabbing the waitress before she could leave. At least she was smaller than him, or else she would have been long gone.

Holly grimaced as she watched a double cheeseburger plop in front of her, with two baskets of fries. "Will you finish what I can't eat?"

"At least try." Grant pleaded.

Holly picked up the burger, and stared at it. She took a bite, and felt her whole body quiver. In that moment, she became addicted to that burger. She gobbled it up so fast, Grant had barely finished the first half of his sandwich before she dove into the fries. Grant was stunned as he watched his tiny wife wolf down what had to be at least 5000 calories, barely coming up for air.

In due time, the plate was clean. Holly came to out of her fugue state and looked at the damage. "That was almost orgasmic." she wheezed. She patted her full stomach, feeling just how tight her shirt had become as it rippled against her expanded flesh. She looked down, and her tits stared back at her. "Jesus."

"Not so fast." Grant admonished.

"What? Do you want me to lick the plate?"

Grant pointed animatedly to the shake sitting next to her on the table.

"Grant, I'm so full." Holly begged.

"Doctor's orders." Grant joked.

Holly sighed. She unscrewed the top of the Nektar and stared down at the thick, milky contents inside. The bottle itself had to be at least a liter. Not exactly a quick sip. She brought it to her lips and drank. It was almost like a malted soup, like she was drinking a 3 course meal in a bottle. She choked a bit after the first few glugs. "Think that's enough?"

"Don't be mad when you wake up with pains tonight." Grant said.

Holly sighed. She brought the shake back up to her mouth and chugged, feeling the contents slide slowly down her throat as it distended to take the load. She felt her whole body fill as she drank, as if every inch of her was becoming thicker, more powerful, bigger. Her heart quivered. Her nipples perked up. She even felt her sex grow warm and wet as she imagined what was happening to her body. She'd heard euphoria was a symptom, but she didn't imagine it would be this potent.

Grant finished off his last bite and stared at his wife as she slammed the empty shake bottle on the table. She must have gone from a small B to a CC over the course of the day. The shirt had become a second skin on her body. "Maybe you should put on one of the stretchies now." he offered.

"I'll do it when I get home." she replied. She didn't want to admit that she thought the stretchies looked hideous. She was holding off that stage of the process for as long as she could.

"Are you sure?" Grant asked.

Holly smiled. "I'm very sure." She grabbed his hand in mock solemnity, and in doing so, heard a loud rip from behind her back. Her eyes shot open wide. Grant's face told her everything. Her arms reached behind her back, and felt a long gash down her spine.

"Ok, it's fine. I'll just..." Grant stood up slowly and backed over to her side of the booth. "Just stand up slowly..." he held out his hand and helped her to her feet. As she stood, he spun her quickly, bringing her back to his front. 'You ok?"

"Uh huh." Holly whispered, embarrassed.

"We're just gonna... walk over..." He took her arm and walked her, pressing up close to her to cover her exposed back. He walked her gently to the ladies room on the other side of the dining room. Past the tall omega tables, he nodded at a couple who winked knowingly at them. Holly turned bright red, mortified. Grant saw the ladies room only a few feet away. He realized then that he had to crane his head slightly to see. The top of Holly's head was now just below his eyesight. Before, he had been well over a head taller than her. The change was happening faster than he could have ever anticipated.

Finally, they made it to the door, and Holly rocketed in. "I'll grab a pair from the car. Just... wait a second."

Holly leaned against the wall of the diner's ladies room. She stared at herself in the long mirror across from her. Her shirt was ruined. Her pants clung to her so tight, she could practically see cellulite. And her nipples were poking through the ruined front of her tee. She prayed no one would come into the room in the seeming eternity it took for Grant to return.

Then, a knock. She opened the door a crack, and a hand slipped through holding a folded pair of stretchies. "Thank you." she chirped, as she snatched them from the hand. She set them on the sink, and stared at herself. She slowly pulled the shirt from her shoulders, watching her new chest bounce as she did. She tried with some effort to slide the tight slacks around her expanded thighs. She'd wished Sara was there to help. In more ways than one.

Finally she stood naked, unfurling the rubber-esque garment in full. Grant chose blue. How safe.

He stood outside, waiting for his wife to emerge. When she finally did, he covered his mouth with his hand. He was able to play it off as awe, as thankfully his laugh was too quiet to hear. Holly stood in front of him, dressed in her matte-shiny jumpsuit. Her hair was a mess from the quick change, and her piercing eyes stared at him, one brow cocked.

That look was imposing even when she was a foot shorter than him. Now she was staring at his lips. She kissed him, letting her hands run through his hair, pressing her new body against him, letting her long legs curl around him. She took his breath away. "Ready to go?" she smoldered.

Grant nodded dumbly as he rushed toward the car. Holly chuckled as she followed. She stopped at the door of the diner. Her eyes caught a height chart right next to it. Obviously for the occasional stick-up, the chart rose all the way to 10 feet now. She couldn't help but feel curious when she looked at it. She sidled up, bringing her hand to the top of her head. She stuck it on the chart and stepped back. Her eyes shot open again.

5'9". Eight whole inches. She felt herself, taking in the new perspective she had gained. She couldn't help but feel content. She loved the look Grant gave her when he looked down ever so slightly to see her. She could be happy at 5'9". If this was all the procedure did for her, that was no big loss.

But deep down she knew, it had only been a couple hours. And it had only just begun.

Holly's eyes flitted open. The sun shone into her bedroom as she groggily came to. She shuffled under the covers, feeling her toes dance near the edge of the bed. She sighed, and flipped over to stare at Grant, still dozing next to her. She cuddled up against him, feeling her body press against his strong back. He was still bigger than her. She could feel it, and it gave her some comfort.

She slid her legs off the bed and stood, staring at her slightly smaller room. It was strange, but not jarring yet. She walked into the bathroom, staring down at her now long legs as they carried her onto the linoleum floor. She stepped in the shower, letting the water hit her naked form as she stared at water flowing down her thin frame. Gone were her round breasts and hips. She had become a beanpole. She nodded, trying her best to accept this change, as it would be far from the last. She had made her choice, and her body was going to be different from what she had become accustomed to.

Once she was clean, she let the water dry on her skin. She was afraid to step out of the shower, to see the mirror and finally get a look at herself. Finally, she took that delicate step and stood in front of the reflection, in front of the new Holly. Tall, or what used to be considered tall. Lanky. Fragile.

She stepped into the kitchen, where Grant was already making breakfast. "Kind of a lot." she noted to him as she stared down at the pile of eggs, bacon, and toast he was preparing.

"I'm not sure if it's enough." he replied, staring at the bags under his wife's eyes. The pronounced cheekbones. "You're not wearing your stretchies."

Holly gave a twirl in her oversized sweater and jeans. "I thought I could wear your clothes today. They almost fit. Isn't that crazy?"

"Holly, I don't think this is a good idea." Grant tried.

"Come on, just for today. Let me feel normal?" Holly pleaded. "I hate those stretchies so much, Grant."

Grant sighed. "You're buying me a new sweater if you rip that."

She gave him a peck on the lips, and took a plate.

"It's weird not having to bend down for you to do that now." he noticed.

"Yeah, but I think I only grew a little over night. At least compared to our diner experience." She sat down with her modest plate and began to eat.

Grant placed two plates down next to it. Holly stared up at him, pleading once again.

"You have to eat. You look practically frail, sweetie." he insisted.

"I'm just not that hungry." she promised, eating as she did.

Grant just smiled as he watched his wife try to convince him she wasn't hungry while she absentmindedly wolfed down all three plates. By the end of breakfast, her face was looking fuller. Her eyes were brighter,  and she seemed to stand a little straighter. Just what the doctor ordered, he thought.

He stood, grabbing their empty plates, and moved toward the dishwasher. When he turned around, Holly was in front of him. He was still getting used to seeing her face so close to his. Her eyes spelled mischief as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for an even deeper kiss.

"You forgot something." he said, pulling away.

Holly looked down at the bottle of Nektar in his hands. She grumbled more. "I'm so full."

"You are not."

Holly pulled him closer, kissing him even more passionately. Grant's mind swam, trying its best to stay on topic. This new Holly was becoming even harder to manage.

"At least take it to work with you?" he finally squeeked.

Holly pulled away, taking the bottle from his hand, and shaking it in front of him with a smirk. She walked out into the garage, placing the bottle on the shoe rack next to the door. She thought herself clever as she stepped into her sedan, feeling her legs crunch against her former seat placement. She sighed once more as she adjusted the seat, and the wheel for her new legs. As the garage door rose behind her, she smiled at the bottle behind her windshield, left in the soon-to-be-literal dust. She turned to back out and her eyes caught a full pallet of Nektar in the passenger seat. She deflated. Grant won this round.

Holly got through the morning easily enough. A few knowing nods from the Omegas gave her a mix of belonging and anxiety. She found out from an over-eager male employee with a measuring stick that she was now 5'11". She was surprised how much she liked the sound of that. She wondered how long she could stick herself at that height. She liked the extra boost she got toward the Omega belt line, while still feeling normal amongst her male and un-Murfed coworkers. She thought of the pallet of Nektar she left in the car. Maybe just eating regularly would let her stay this way for the remainder of her two weeks. Maybe she didn't have to commit after all.

She took a coffee break with a couple of coworkers, Ginger and Dana. Both had been slightly taller than her yesterday. Now she had a full head above them both. They had started the conversation very ordinarily, but it was clear very soon that they were eager to talk to her about her current predicament.

"It's just the one shot?" Ginger repeated.

"The shot and the catalyzer." Holly repeated as well.

"Which is also a shot." Dana added to complete the loop.

"I just hate shots, is the thing." Ginger said. "I have no love for being 5'2", believe me. Even before everybody was 3 feet above that. But I just don't do well with discomfort."

"You're very brave." Dana interjected. "And your husband was on board?"

"Grant practically insisted." Holly replied. "I think he just wants to use me for the Omega lines at restaurants, and so on."

They all laughed. "I will do it." Dana snapped. "I really will. It's just that I started dating this guy. And it feels serious. And I want to make sure he'll stay before I..."

Dana made a gesture like her body was a balloon. Holly blushed, feeling herself slouch down.

"You seem the same, personality-wise at least." Ginger rebounded. "I kind of assumed you'd go full Omega and ignore us, like some people."

She nodded toward the other side of the office. Holly turned to see Laurie in the middle of a gaggle of Omegas, fully decked out in her stretchies. Even from a distance, Holly could tell from the way she held her own with Morgan that Laurie was well over six feet tall now. Six and a half, was her guess. She listened to their mirthful murmurs, watching as Laurie stared up at them with a confidence as if she was already taller than them.

Then Laurie''s face tightened. Holly watched as her head rose higher in an instant. She must have shot up two inches. The Omegas gave each other a knowing glance and laughed.

"Her tits are even bigger than before." Dana spat.

"Careful." Ginger hushed. "You don't want HR-"

"I'm in HR." Dana replied. "What about you, Holly? Have you noticed yourself filling out?"

Holly blushed again. "Not... not especially, yet."

"There are some protein bars in the corner." Ginger said.

"And I brought some hard boiled eggs from home." Dana added.

Holly blushed more. This was worse than harassment. It was concern. "I'm ok, I promise." she said through her thin lips. "I'm meeting someone for lunch, so I'm just holding off. Which, look at the time". She feigned a look at a nonexistent watch and stepped away. With that step, she felt her whole head swim. Her blood sugar had to be near zero. She took one step after another, past the Omega crowd, out the door. It was like swimming through concrete to get to her car in the lot. The sun baked on her as she finally collapsed into her seat. No adjustment required this time. She gave herself a quiet celebration for that. She turned the ignition and stared out the windshield. The world in front of her had doubled, dancing around her eyes.

This was unsafe. She knew it. She stared down at the doubled pallet next to her. She had to do it. She ripped a bottle from the stack and unscrewed the cap.

Just a little sip. To get me to lunch. She thought.

She drank half the bottle, feeling her body fill and her head focus. She was far from 100%, but she could function now. She backed out of her spot, and drove away.

Sara stood outside the restaurant, scanning the road for Holly's Impala. When it finally crawled into a spot in front of her, she tried her best to hide her excitement. She wondered how tall she'd become in just 24 hours. Some took it inch by inch, others in huge spurts. Either way, she tried her best to compose herself so as not to make her feel subconscious.

When Holly stepped out, shakily, wearing oversized sweats, that composure dropped fast. "What the hell." Sara grunted.

"Just under six feet. Hope that's ok." Holly joked.

"Holly, you look like shit." 

"You told me to take the Murf." Holly tried to joke again.

"Just get inside and let me feed you." Sara took her under her arm and guided her into the restaurant. She had to duck her head under the door as they went.

Sara had chosen a non-Omega restaurant, wanting her friend to still feel comfortable at the beginning of her journey. She also thought it might be fun for things to feel smaller for her, but that idea was out the window. She sat Holly down at a table near the window and watched as her friend tried to keep her head up. "You need to take this seriously, Holly."

"I am! I took the shot. I have the stretchies. The Nektar. I just wanted to... take things slow. Enjoy being regular tall before... YOU tall."

"There's no backing out. There's no reversing. It's a process." Sara replied. "And it's down to a science. So stick with the program."

The waitress sidled up next to them. A small woman, who stared directly at Holly even as she sat on a cushion. 

"I'll take an-" Holly started.

"She'll have two chicken specials, a large cuban sandwich, a pulled pork sandwich, and every side you have." Sara finished for her. "And that's all subsidized." she finished, handing over documentation.

Holly sighed as she heard Sara continue with her own large order. It sounded like so much, but she couldn't deny how hungry she was. She steeled herself. She would eat only enough to sustain her. She would take this slow.

When the food arrived, the smell overwhelmed her. She grabbed a sandwich off the plate before it even hit the table. Sara smiled as she watched her friend plow through her meal without saying a word.

"And here I thought we could use this lunch to catch up". she smirked.

"We talked yesterday." Holly snapped between bites.

Sara nodded. She ate delicately from her own meal, trying to ignore the stares from other tables. She remembered what it was like. Everyone knows what's going on, but they're still unnerved to see it. A woman changing, getting bigger and stronger. All part of the new world. 

Holly's eyes moved from her pile of empty plates to her friend's smiling face. She'd come out of a fugue. It was like her entire brain had ceased function, and now was operating at normal. Better than normal. The best she felt all day. She looked at Sara, feeling a wave of remorse and anger that she'd been led away from her plan of moderation. A thousand words welled up in her throat before she finally said,

"Thank you."

"Wipe your mouth." Sara smiled at her. "You can at least keep your manners."

Holly wiped her face, staring up at her friend's immaculate presentation. She made 9 feet look regal, even in her t-shirt and jeans. 

"No court today?" She tried to move the conversation on.

"Yeah, no cases at the moment. But my Thursday's going to be hell. I pushed some things for... this. For you."

"Thank you." Holly said sheepishly.

"Stop thanking me. And you need to start wearing your stretchies." 

"But Grant's clothes fit me. I thought it would be fine."

"Honey." Sara laughed. "Look at yourself."

Holly looked down and her eyes went as wide as her empty plates. She couldn't see her stomach. Her chest had expanded outward, past the round pert breasts she remembered. She unrolled her sleeves, which in the morning had slid past her hands by about an inch. Now they fit perfectly at the end of her wrist. She suddenly felt Grant's jeans digging into her sides. The legs still felt a little long, but her hips must have widened past his frame. 

"Does this place have a measuring stick?" she gasped.

"Six foot two." Sara cooed from high above her. It had take some time, but they were eventually led into the back where tape had been laid on the door frame for shipments. 

"Still shorter than Grant." Holly interjected. "I can still wear these at least for a little bit."

"Is that comfortable for you?" Sara asked, watching her friend try to adjust her husband's straight leg pants against her wide hips.

"No." she admitted. "He's going to be surprised to see me just an inch below him."

"If that, you haven't even had your Nektar yet."

Holly looked down at the floor, sheepishly. Sara glared.

"Did you bring your Nektar?"

"It's in the car." 

"Holly."

"Enough! I'm not a child. I'll do this however I want." she snapped. Sara was startled by her outburst. She melted toward apology, when a large woman in chef whites appeared from behind the counter.

"Hey!" she shouted. "What are you doing shouting in my kitchen."

"We're sorry. We were just-" Holly started.

"I didn't want you back here to begin with, and now you're distracting my cooks."

"I underst-" Holly tried again.

"Listen, we're on our way, out. We're not trying to cause a ruckus here." Sara interrupted. Holly watched her stare down at the 8 foot 2 chef. She was speaking calmly, but her mastery of her commanding presence was felt immediately. Holly remembered Sara's mention of care classes. She hadn't looked into it yet. But she realized then what they must do. They made you feel comfortable in your own skin. They made 9 feet feel normal. They made it possible to not be afraid.

"If you're going to give me an attitude." the chef replied, trying to save face.

"I'm giving no attitude." Sara replied calmly.

"We're on our way-" Holly tried to help.

"The door is that way, then." The chef stood aside for Sara, not even acknowledging Holly's presence.

"Thank you for a lovely meal." Sara replied, placing a hand on Holly as she ushered her in the direction of the space the chef had made.

"I'm sorry about that." Sara said.

"It's alright, we were playing with fire asking to go back there." Holly replied.

"No, I mean the badgering. I didn't mean to make you feel..."

"Small." Holly finished. It was hard not to feel small. Two women could still have a conversation without even noticing her. Laurie could mingle amongst the Omegas, and she was only a few inches taller than Holly's new height. It was something extra. It was her attitude. "I need to get back to work, but this was fun. Maybe after Thursday we could..."

"I'm already putting it in my calender." Sara smiled. "Good luck, Holly. Don't let them push you around."

Sara pulled her into a huge, grateful hug. Holly felt Sara's chest just above the top of her head. Before, she had to cling to one of her legs if Sara refused to bend down. The changes kept coming. 

She watched Sara drive away from the Omega lot in the distance. She put the key in the ignition, and her eye caught the half empty bottle of Nektar in her cupholder. Her face scrunched. She took the bottle and sipped it. Then, a gear shifted in her mind. Her attitude needed to change. She chugged the bottle in one gulp, then snatched another. She ripped the cap off and drank it down as fast as she could. She felt her body grow warm. Felt her clothes press against her flesh. She drank another bottle, throwing it in the backseat with the others. She felt static electricity on the tip of her hair as her head slid closer to the roof of the car.

She threw her 6th empty bottle of Nektar in the backseat and turned the key. Her knee slammed against the underside of the dash as she tried to move toward the pedal. She chuckled, sliding her seat further back. Oh well.

As she walked back into the office, that same male coworker caught up with her. His eyes practically popped out of his head as he stared up at her. Her stomach was exposed by the end of her now small sweater. The cuffs of her jeans swayed above her ankles. "Want to measure me again?" she giggled.

After her measurement, she strode her new 6'9" frame into her department. Morgan watched her from afar, smiling at her. She smiled back. She walked past Laurie, and stared down at her just a little. Sweet Laurie, she was just as thrilled by the experience.

Dana and Ginger stood in the break room having another coffee. It was that kind of day. "I mean, I was thinking of taking it soon. But I don't know. Did you see how sick she looked?" Dana asked.

"My husband acts like he'd be ok with it, but I can tell he's kind of weirded out by it." Ginger repled.

"I just want to make sure it's healthy, you know. I don't want to feel..." Dana stopped. She felt someone behind her.

"Is there more coffee in the pot?" Holly asked from behind her.

"Sure, there's a good-" Dana spun around and stared directly at the stretched UNIVERSITY letters on Holly's expanded chest.

"Great!" she beamed, skipping over to the pot. Dana and Ginger watched, astonished.

"Good lunch?" Ginger asked.

"One of the best." Holly replied with a wink and a smile, bringing the cup to her full, rosy lips.

Grant stood in front of the kitchen counter, staring at his work. He'd taken off work early to prepare. Today would be the last day Holly refused to eat. He had prepared a meal so sumptuous, so tantalizing, that she wouldn't resist. All her favorites were lined up, ready to be served. He had the thickest honey-glazed salmon he could find, a bushel-worth of sweet potato fries, ice cream in three separate flavors. He would not stare into her grey, sunken eyes any more.

He shook his shoulders, psyching himself up. He still had some height advantage for the time being. After this meal, that might be over for him, so he was going to use it to his benefit while he could. He was gonna stare straight down at her, look her in the eye, and say you're not leaving this kitchen until all this food is gone. If she kept eating like a bird all day, there shouldn't be much of a struggle. He felt somewhat guilty as he thought that. Forcing his wife to take care of herself. It was for her own good, he reminded himself. He needed to stay in that mindset as he heard her car roll into the driveway. He stepped toward the living room, ready to greet her with his spiel as the door crept open.

"Ow!" Grant heard from the living room. That threw him off, as he hustled out of the kitchen toward the source of the distress. What greeted him in the doorway took him completely off his prepared track.

Holly crouched down in the doorway, rubbing the top of her head as she winced. Her eye popped open, noticing Grant in front of her. "Baby! Sorry, I just barely missed the door there."

"Holly." Grant gulped. "You look..."

Holly stared at Grant's thunderstruck expression. A new feeling swept over her as a smile danced on her lips. She shut the door behind her and stood up to her full 6'9" in front of him. His sweater rode up her torso as her bellybutton poked out for him to see. She pushed out her chest, showing off her new assets in full. Grant stared up at his wife, his eye line now only making it to her neck. 

"What do I look like, Grant?" she cooed, running a hand through her hair playfully. The sleeve of his sweater now only made it half-way down her forearm.

"Healthy." Grant gasped. Holly laughed as she pulled him into her embrace. She stared down at him, taking in this new sight as she felt his head press into her expanded chest.

"I had a very educational lunch with Sara today." she explained.

"I hope you saved room for dinner." Grant spat, still in awe.

"Oh! Hang on. I need..." Holly released Grant in an instant and shot out the door. Grant watched her long legs carry her away as she ducked out into the night. He took this moment of silence to breathe, take in this new reality for which he was wholly unprepared. Holly had embraced her change. She seemed almost ecstatic about it. Gone was the sheepish, malnourished wife he sent of to work some 10 hours ago. As he watched her step back into the house, carefully ducking an inch under the doorway, he realized he was married to a different person now. One who wasn't done changing either.

Holly pulled four bottles of Nektar from behind her back, shaking them in front of Grant. "Almost forgot. My lifesavers."

She pranced into the kitchen as Grant stood stupefied. He came back to earth at the sound of her gasp. He followed her then, into the kitchen to be greeted by her loving gaze. "Is all of this for me?" she asked, sweeping a long arm toward his culinary efforts. Grant nodded.

She pulled him in and kissed him, deeply. Grant felt her warmth surround him and knew his wife in a way he never had before. He was enveloped, and in that moment, staring into her eyes as they finally parted, he knew his wife was the same 5'1" imp he married so many years ago.

"My other lifesaver." she smiled.

Grant sat across from her at the dinner table, eating carefully as he watched Holly dig into her meal with gusto. He began to forget his meal as he watched his own sweater slowly but surely slide up his wife's arms, He heard it creak as her chest pushed outward, her back widened. Her eyes were clamped tight between bites, savoring every morsel she brought to her thick, hungry lips.

After what felt like an hour entranced, Holly clapped her silverware down on the table next to her empty plates. Three tubs of ice cream, gone. Salmon eaten down to the thinnest skin. Not a sweet potato left in sight. Grant hurriedly finished his own, more modest portion at the sound of her triumph.

"Full?" he asked.

"Stuffed." she said, patting her bare stomach under the table. "Oh, wait! I should have saved room." 

She grabbed the Nektar from the counter next to her and set it on the table in front of her. "With every meal?" she asked Grant, almost begging for permission.

"Doctor's orders." Grant replied. 

Holly screwed off the cap and brought the drink to her lips. Grant watched as she drank deep of the contents. She didn't come up for air once as she slurped it all the way down. Grant hear another creak as she finished the last drop and gave a very performative "ahh".

"Thank you, baby." she moaned. "That was the best dinner of my life."

"You deserve it, Holly." Grant blushed. 

"So, what else did you have planned for tonight?" Holly asked. Grant felt her foot against his leg from across the table. She'd never been able to do that before.

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to spend half the night convincing you to eat all this." Grant relented. "Tonight was... a surprise."

He watched Holly's face contort, going from shame to pride, to opportunistic rapture. She stood up from the table and stared down at him. With a nod, she beckoned him to rise as well. When he did, he found he was now staring directly at her collarbone. A sudden fear took hold of him. He had seen that look in Holly's eye before, but never from this perspective. 

"Any ideas?" she purred, taking his hand and rubbing it against the new curve of her hip. She sidled up to him, bringing herself only an inch away from him as she let her presence enshroud him. She was worried, coming home to a Grant she'd have to look down at. She worried how he would respond as well, and looking down at him now she saw in his expression the mounting concern she had. Would he accept the new Holly? And how much time would he need to be ready. Because, if anyone were to ask her, she was ready right fucking now.

"TV?" Grant whimpered. Holly's face fell only slightly.

"We can see what's on." she sighed.

Grant clicked across the options, passing between streaming services as he searched desperately for something more engaging than the amazon with her arms crossed next to him on the couch. His eyes kept darting back to her, watching her breath rise and fall in her large chest, She flicked her hair back, watching intently as classic films swam past her television screen. He felt her hips nudge against him, as they rubbed closer and subtly closer. The couch was never very big, but it used to fit them both quite comfortably. Now she was practically on top of him.

"Grant, I'm sorry." she huffed. 

"What for?" he asked, only slightly taking his eyes off the screen.

"You were right. I shouldn't have worn your clothes today. I think I ruined them." she replied.

"Oh, that's ok. They look alright." he tried.

"I honestly didn't expect to grow this much today. If I knew it would be a whole foot, I would have worn those stupid stretchies."

"You're being silly."

"No, I stretched it out. I can feel it. I should... take it off." Holly's eyes darted at him when she said this. Grant's eyes shot back to the screen.

"Whatever makes you comfortable." he squeeked.

Holly raised her long arms, pulling her head carefully through the now slightly too-small hole. Grant watched as she slung the sweater away to reveal her bare chest. Her once perky breasts had ballooned into a full rack. They jiggled into place as Holly gave one more heavy sigh, letting them ripple again across her bare chest. 

"You didn't wear a bra to work?" Grant asked.

Holly turned to him, an eyebrow cocked. "I don't think any of my bras could even cover my nipple at this point." she retorted. "I mean, look."

She turned her body toward him, holding a breast perfectly in her hand. Grant's neck fully turned to see his wife bring her breasts directly under his chin. Holly looked down herself, taking in the change to her bare form for the first time. She saw the perfect swoop of her full breasts as they hung above her tight stomach. Her hips strained against the jeans she'd taken from her husband. She had upped the ante already. Time to go all in.

"Sorry, these jeans need to come off too." she said, as she slid the zipper down and positioned herself. Grant was now fully turned in her direction, invested in this display of his wife shimmying his own pants down her long, sculpted legs. 

"First time I ever got OUT of your pants." Holly laughed.

Grant laughed, a little too hard. Holly's eyes flashed up at him when he did. "Did you find anything worth committing to yet?" she asked.

Grant felt her hands slide up his arms, caressing his back. His wife was almost straddling him at this point. Her underwear dug into the sides of her wide hips. He could see just the base of her sex creeping out from the struggling fabric. He looked up at Holly's face, her eyes dancing with ideas in front of him. Her sweet lips curved into a seductive smile. She inched closer and kissed him, bringing her hand around the back of his head as he melted in her embrace. He felt her nearly naked form engulf him as he wrapped his hands around her back. Her soft breasts squeezed against his shirt, sliding roughly against his buttons. 

Holly winced as she pulled away. She ran her hands along his chest, and tore his whole shirt away in a flash. Grant croaked out a laugh as he watched her toss his shirt on the floor. "That's two shirts you owe me now."

"We'll go shopping together when I'm done." she crooned as she pulled him in for another kiss. They explored each other, Grant feeling every new inch of his wife, and Holly discovering how her husband felt now from her new position. It became clear all too soon that the couch would not do. She rose, touching her toes delicately onto the floor as she easily pulled Grant up with her.

She smiled as she took his hand, leading him down the hall. Grant watched as Holly, still only in her panties and almost two feet taller than she was the last time they'd been intimate, ducked under the three door frames between himself and their bed. She spun around and plopped onto the bed, letting her breasts jiggle as she came to rest. Grant now looked her dead in the eye from her seated position. He ran his hands through her hair as she shut her eyes with glee.

He kissed her, using one hand to stroke her earlobe as he used the other to remove his own pants. She moaned as his hand caressed her neck, rubbing her shoulder as it found her breast, swirling his finger around her erect nipple. She rubbed his arm as her own hand went lower, massaging his swelling cock as she now felt him moan through their kiss.

She broke away, letting her knees hit the floor as she moved her hair from her eyes. Grant watched as she had to crouch even lower on her knees to bring her thick lips around his penis. He felt his knees buckle as she sucked, feeling himself grow harder inside her mouth. He collapsed on the bed, as she moved seamlessly over with him. Her head now craned over his member as he grew closer and closer. He stopped her, pulling her away as he stroked her chest. She moaned, coming up for air as he kissed her breasts.

She fell to the bed fully, as Grant continued to kiss along her body. His tongue found her nipple as she sucked the air between her teeth with his bite. His kisses continued downward as his hands rubbed against her hips. Holly clutched the pillows above her as her eyes shut tight. He kissed her pussy, running his tongue along its lips as it delicately tapped at her clitoris. With every tap, he whole body spasmed. She felt new muscles under her skin contract as the power grew within her.

"I need you inside me." she whispered, sweat forming on her brow. She felt Grant slide up on top of her as he entered her. She felt his hard cock fill her as the spasms grew more intense. She wrapped her long legs around him, trapping him against her sweating form as her sex grew wetter and warmer. His breath became louder as she felt the joy grow heavy in her throat. "More." she cried.

She felt Grant pump harder against her as her arms grew weak. Her head filled with pleasure as she felt the orgasm reach her lips. "I'm coming!" she shouted as she felt Grant do the same inside of her with one final sigh.

Her eyes flitted open. She saw Grant collapse on top of her, equally sweat-soaked. He'd done well. She ran a finger along his back as she brought him closer to his face. Grant felt her lift him easily up to her as she kissed him sweetly between an impossible smile. Holly hid her gasp as she felt his toes slide between hers. His face was now resting on her heaving chest. She was now a full head above him as she wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close to her. She felt his heartbeat sync up with hers, beating somewhere around her sternum. 

If there was any worry left in her that she and Grant could no longer see eye to eye, it died there on the bed that night. Holly smiled as she stared out her window into the cool night. This would be the last time they could do it like this. It was only going to get bigger from here. And in her mind she had one more thought before she drifted off to sleep.

"And better."

The water fell on her skin, wiping away the last traces of soap. Holly crouched in the shower, trying to cover as much of her expanded body as possible. She practically had to get on her knees to rinse out her hair. She switched the water off and stood up to full height. Her head raised above the frosted wall of the shower as she looked out onto the rest of the bathroom. She snaked a long arm over the wall, grabbing her towel.

Holly had gotten used to fitting into her reduced home. She found it easy to reach almost anywhere in ways she'd never imagined. There were times she felt like a wizard, grabbing things from the couch or her dining room chair that would have usually taken a few steps at her original height. But she was 7'5" now. 

Holly sighed. She'd gotten used to 7'5". It had been 11 days since her injection. And 6 since she'd grown more than an inch. As she dried her body, stepping out from the shower, she couldn't help but feel guilty that she only had to crouch a little to not hit the ceiling. She dropped the towel back on the rack, examining herself. Though she hadn't gotten taller in almost a week, her body had continued to change. Her once perky breasts had ballooned into small beach balls. Her hips had widened out to match. Her whole body had a new layer of fat she was completely unaccustomed to.

Holly had always been fit. She exercised here and there, but she was young enough that her metabolism had done most of the work to keep her body trim. Now she was 28 inches taller and terrified of the scale. She wiggled an arm, watching it jiggle slightly as she did. Her face fell. She crouched a little lower to look herself in the eyes in her bathroom mirror. Through her wet hair, she could see the barest hint of her former self. She was still in there. She was still her.

"They don't tell you about these side effects, though." she muttered.

"What?" Grant shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. Holly jumped, surprised by his reaction. She didn't expect him to be lingering so closely.

"Nothing. Just talking to... myself." Holly admitted. She stared at herself a little more.

"Well, can I join the conversation? I have to get to work." Grant insisted.

Holly opened the door. Grant stood expectantly in the doorway, staring up at his wife with a curled smile. "Staring at yourself again?"

"No." Holly shot back. "A little."

"Anything to report?" Grant asked as he scooted carefully past her. The bathroom had become more crowded for the two of them these days, but they made it work.

"Nothing new, relatively." Holly sighed.

"And it's all relative from where I'm standing." Grant replied. He stopped squeezing, and put his arms around her. From his 6'3" height, her gigantic breasts were now eye level. He knew what he was doing, and so did Holly. She joined his embrace, squeezing him against her chest.

"I just think something must be wrong." she admitted.

Grant's reply was muffled by the extended hug. Holly pressed on.

"I mean, I most likely only have a couple days of growth left. Laurie from work is already over 8 feet, and she started the day before me. And a few others I know are already catching up... This isn't right."

"It seems right to me." Grant countered, coming up for air. Holly smacked him on the shoulder.

"You just like these." she shot back, cupping her breasts in her hands. She had to marvel at the fact that they spilled out from even her long fingers.

"I love all of you." Grant retorted. He took her hand, letting her breast fall back down as he kissed her fingers, lovingly. She blushed, feeling his tender kisses rise up her arm. She gave him a break, bending down carefully in the limited space to kiss him square on the lips.

Grant felt her looming down as she did. Her whole body pressed against him as he felt her warmth all around him. 

"Whatever happens, we're gonna be fine." Grant said. He gave her a parting peck, and pushed past her toward the shower. "Now let me get ready, big girl."

"You're going in to work? I thought you were gonna be work from home all week?" Holly asked, stepping toward the doorway to allow him space.

"I am. But there's a mixer tonight they're insisting I make an appearance at. Beers, et cetera." Grant trailed off. "Thought I might as well spend some of the day at the office beforehand."

Holly nodded sagely at this wisdom. She turned around, still in character, and smacked her head on the doorway.

"Ow." she said, promptly dropping the character.

"Holly..." Grant pleaded.

"I'm fine. I was just being silly." Holly insisted.

Grant sighed. "We really need to start talking about the house."

"I love this house." Holly whimpered. "I don't want to move. I can manage with this. I'm not even getting bigger at this point."

"We can renovate, then. There are subsidies for this." Grant countered.

"I love this house, Grant." Holly put her foot down, crouching under the doorway as she did. She kept her face low as she stepped into the bedroom, keeping eye contact with her husband as she glared her most serious glare. "And I can manage just fine. Take your shower."

She slammed the door. Too hard. It was a joke until the walls rattled. Holly had to admit she'd just made Grant's point. The house was becoming too fragile for her. She trudged over to her bed, sitting as delicately as possible as she stared down at her stretchies laid out along the bedspread.

Without her in them, they looked almost normal size. But she knew that was the point. She unzipped the front, sliding her thick legs into each hole as she struggled to creep them up to her shoulders. Her whole body jiggled as it slipped into the clothing like a vacuum seal. Finally, with the last arm through, she zipped it up to her chest.

The zipper caught there, at the beginning of her round breast. Holly sighed. It had been an ongoing struggle. She wondered why the makers of this fine product hadn't considered out as much as they did up. She could pull and tug the stretchies long-ways as much as she wanted, but it was a struggle to stretch them forward. She wondered if it was that uncommon for women who Murf to put on this much weight. Was she doing something wrong?

The last, loud zip of the zipper rising to the top of her collar snapped her out of her misery. She adjusted her bust, making sure it all made in safe. Then she patted her thighs, accomplished, as she crouched out of the bedroom toward breakfast. She would have something light. Nothing crazy. She didn't want to overdo it more than she already had. But when she arrived, she found six plates of breakfast already waiting for her on the kitchen table.

Grant. He had been doing this from the start. Keeping her fed and happy. She wouldn't give in this time. She'd just have one plate like a normal person.

Her stomach gurgled at that thought. She was starving. She'd been starving for 11 days straight. She sat down, trying her best to be diplomatic before she'd realized she'd finished the second plate. Then it was all over. By the time she'd started on the sixth, Grant stepped into the kitchen dressed in his trademark button-down work shirt and dress pants. She smiled. It wasn't often she got to see her husband out of loungewear these days.

"One of those was for me!" He shouted in mock outrage.

"Yeah, right." Holly snorted, digging in to her final plate. "Why do you do all this?"

"Make breakfast for my wife while she's in the middle of an experimental procedure that affects her health and well-being?"

"But this much. This isn't some fetish for you, is it?"

"Your health is my fetish." Grant replied, kissing her on the forehead as he walked past her. It was rare he got the chance to kiss her forehead, and he took every opportunity he could. "I'll be home late, remember."

He stepped toward the door, but felt a long arm pull him back. He practically tripped over as a forceful tug brought him back to Holly's embrace. She kissed him, passionately, then released him with a shove.

Grant smacked into the door. Holly gasped. "I'm so sorry. I was trying to be funny, I swear."

"I'm laughing. Am I not laughing." Grant panted. "I'll see you tonight."

Holly grimaced out a worried smile as she watched him step out onto the lawn. She pulled her bottle of Nektar close as she felt herself fall into a wallow. There was so much new about her she wasn't ready to accept. She wanted to keep as much of her old life as she could, for as long as she could. She heard Grant speaking to someone in the yard, drawing her attention away for a crucial instant. She drank the Nektar down, feeling her body grow warm and tight as she did. The sensation never went away, even after she'd stopped getting taller.

She stood up, collecting her things without having to take a step. When she opened the door, she found a pair of breasts in her way. 

"Coffee?" Sara asked from beyond the doorframe.

"Please." Holly replied.

----

Holly had been taking up Sara's offers for rides to work since she'd crossed the seven foot mark. Her own car had become uncomfortable, no matter how far back she adjusted the seat. It had become a new ritual, their morning coffee and carpool, and Holly had found a great comfort in it.

"Busy day at work?" Sara asked from the driver's seat.

"Nothing crazy. Just finishing up the logo on this project." Holly replied, half-heartedly. Sara clocked it immediately.

"So what, is it a Grant thing or a Murf thing?"

"It's... I don't know. At first I wasn't into it. But now that I'm in it... I at least thought I'd get taller than your tits."

"You've got like four more days." Sara insisted.

"How tall were you at this point?" Holly snapped.

Sara paused. She knew she couldn't lie, but she knew Holly wouldn't like the truth. "Eight foot seven".

"See? I'm gonna be a low-mega." Holly pouted. "Shorter even than I was originally, relative to..."

"I'm big, Holly." Sara assured.

"You're all big." she snorted back.

The car pulled into the far-away Omega lot of their favorite haunt. It was a place they could sit and talk for awhile. Sara wasn't so sure she wanted that today. Holly was in a mood. She was used to her moods, but they'd become easier to manage when she was barely up to her knee. Now Holly was becoming a larger problem to handle in this state.

Holly stepped down from the car, missing the last step as she tripped. She collided into a parking sign marked , "OMEGA", catching it in her hand to steady herself. The sign bent under her weight, creasing into a perpendicular angle before she stood back to equilibrium.

"Holy shit." Sara gasped, staring at the mangled sign.

"What? Like you couldn't do that?" Holly sighed.

"With some effort, sure." Sara replied. "I think you need to start taking care classes, Holly."

"But they don't tell you to start until you're 8 feet." Holly said.

"Well, obviously you need it. I've been reading that some low-megas can get really strong."

"Great. So you agree I'm a low-mega." Holly huffed.

Sara rolled her eyes. "I'll agree with anything you say if you promise not to hurt me."

Holly glared. Sara smiled. Holly snorted out a laugh, and Sara joined. She'd broken the spell.

Sara sat down with her coffee at an Omega table in the back. Holly was already there, trying to adjust her seat in a way that made her comfortable. She was at a height where the Omega tables were just slightly too tall for her.

"I'm just saying, it couldn't hurt to go to a class. They're free for everyone who has taken the Murf." Sara tried.

"I just... I don't want to show up to a place where everyone's gonna be bigger than me, and they'll think I think I'm hot shit because I showed up early." Holly spun out. "Like, 'look at me, I'm just like the rest of you'. I know I'm not."

"Listen, how many things have you broken in your house the last couple days?"

Holly's eyes shot to the floor. "A lot." she mumbled.

"Ok, so you should go. I'll even go with you. I can still go any time I want. Call it a refresher. Some people need those. It's the rest of our lives, you know." Sara pulled out her phone, scrolling through something Holly couldn't see.

"I guess it couldn't hurt... probably the opposite."

"Oh! There's one a few miles from here at lunch. We can pop in, take the class, and grab lunch on the way back.' Sara beamed. She was adorably excited for this and Holly couldn't help but feel loved. It had been strange, the last few months. Her best friend had become someone distant, no matter how hard they both tried. It was incredibly awkward to maintain a friendship with someone who had to sit down just to stare down at you comfortably. Now their sizes were more manageable, and if Holly stayed 7'5", she knew Sara would make it work for the both of them.

"You're buying, then." Holly shot, playfully. Sara nodded, accepting.

----

"Sorry, let me just scoot past you."

Holly backed up to let Laurie step past her. She'd been doing that for the past couple days. Ever since she hit eight feet, Laurie had been inserting herself in front of smaller people, making them step back as she moved. Holly couldn't help but think she did it on purpose. But, in a strange way she understood. They were all going through a transformation, and she could allow some time to strut. Time to figure out just exactly where you fit in, and how. But her compassion would only last a few more days.

"Can you believe that bitch?" Dana asked, appearing next to Holly.

"Laurie?" Holly pretended.

"She's gonna get written up if she keeps prancing around like that. Especially now that she's out of her stretchies. Does that look workplace appropriate to you?"

Holly watched Laurie bend down in front of Davis in her skirt. She wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

"You seem upset." Holly tried, moving Dana away from her target of ire.

"I mean, she's just so... proportional. Why am I the one who's taking this so radically?" Dana asked stretching her arms out inside of her stretchies. She stood to her new full height of 6'10", showing off her expanded frame. "Like, look at the size of my back!"

Dana turned around, to flex her back. Holly marveled as a wall of muscle rose up from beneath the stretchy fabric. She could see Dana's arms peaking into little hills beneath her round shoulders as well. Dana had become ripped beyond imagining since she'd taken the Murf a week ago. She'd gone from a 5'4" average HR rep, to a statuesque fitness model with an attitude to boot.

"I mean... I'm not exactly myself either." Holly sighed.

"You're right." Dana relented. "But why is it always the bitches who have it easy, is all I'm saying?"

"Don't be like that." came a voice behind them. They turned to see Ginger striding up to them. She had taken her Murf on the same day as Dana, who had finagled it out of Davis when she insisted they could bundle the subsidy if they took it at the same time. She now stood at 7'1", and had filled out into a stunning woman.

"At least not so loud that she can hear." Ginger added, smiling.

"You're right. I've just... got a lot of emotions." Dana choked up. "I come home every night and my boyfriend has to keep hiding how nervous he is. And then I see you. You're beautiful, honey."

Ginger patted Dana on her rock-hard shoulder, compassionately. "You're the most unprofessional HR worker I've ever met."

Dana laughed. "Got a couple more inches, I see."

"Didn't we all? Laurie's about done, but we're all still in it."

Holly stared down at her feet as Ginger continued to gush.

"But you broke seven feet. I'm just under it as of this morning, and I'm looking up at you." Dana replied.

"Seven-one. Maybe I'll catch up to you soon, Holly." Ginger tried, noticing her colleague's silence.

"Maybe... I'm still just same ol' seven-five." Holly chirped.

Dana and Ginger shot each other a quick look. Holly caught the briefest hint of pity. "I'm gonna get wrapped up on my files, and then head to lunch."

Nice save, she thought as she hustled away from her work friends. She tried her best not to listen for the whispers behind her.

-----

Holly chugged her Nektar as she tried her best to keep up with Sara down a long hallway. She had been hungry for the past hour, and knew she wouldn't make it through this class without a snack.

"Here it is." Sara called from a few feet away, as she stood in front of a door marked, "OMEGA CARE CLASS".

"Not even a fun name." Holly heaved, catching up to her tall friend.

"I go for straight-forward." Sara replied. "We could have gone to The New You: Embracing Your Outer Goddess with Grace by Dianne instead."

Holly gagged. Sara pushed the door open and led her into a sparse, flatly-lit classroom. Half a dozen women ranging from 8' to 8'6" mingled about nervously. All eyes fell on Sara and Holly as they entered. Some were shocked by the woman a head taller than them. Others were shocked by the small woman with her.

"We late?" Sara snapped, breaking the awkward stares with her confidence.

"Just about to get started, I think." came a voice from the crowd.

"Exactly right." replied a voice behind Holly. She spun around to see a woman in a sports bra and yoga pants step through the tall door. She was taller than the other women by at least a couple inches, and beamed happily down at her without an ounce of judgement.

"Woah." she cried, stepping past Sara. "I don't run into a lot of people taller than me these days. This your first lesson?"

"Nope, just here for a catch-up." Sara smiled.

"Smart girl. These are tools we'll all need to stay up on." The teacher walked toward a cabinet at the far wall, pulling out a range of implements and carrying them to the center of the room.

"Who's been here before?" the teacher asked. A couple hands shot up, including Sara's.

"Good, so we've got mostly fresh faces. We'll play it easy today."

She laid them all out, encouraging everyone to take each for themselves. A door handle on a mock hinge, an empty glass, and a metal rod were given to each participant. 

"Now I can sit here and give you all a spiel about finding your inner strength. Mind over matter. Or I can sit here and make you do reps while I watch you break all my shit."

A smattering of chuckles broke out in the group.

"But I like to do a mixture of both. And mostly, I want you to lead yourselves here. Care doesn't work if someone's making you do it. This class should teach you how to care for yourself."

"This lady rules." Sara whispered, bending down to Holly's level.

"So, in your own time, take something and just... use it. Use it as much as you can. I will guide you where you need it. When you break it, and you will, I will give you another."

The women all took their separate implements, and began to fiddle with them. One door handle broke immediately.

"That's alright." the teacher insisted. "We've got plenty. Talk amongst yourself. Engage with each other. Share your experiences. You're not alone."

The women continued to touch their tools delicately. Some concentrated hard, others tried to show their skill. Holly just used her finger tips, absent-mindedly trying as she listened to the women around them,

"I didn't think I needed this really." said the woman who broke her door handle. "I've been eight-four for almost a month. But my roommate has gotten mad at me for breaking too many plates. I pay for it every time, but... I get it. I want to do better."

"Has she Murfed?" asked a woman next to her.

"No. That's the problem. I think she thinks I'm doing it on purpose. She doesn't get it."

"She'll get it. It just takes time." Sara insisted. "And patience. You coming here will show her you care."

"Exactly!" shot the teacher from the cabinet.

"My husband insisted I do this immediately." said a woman near Holly. "I only hit eight feet last night. But he said it's for our own good. We have... a lot of nice things. He worries."

"A husband's worry." Holly laughed.

The others laughed with her.

"Did he make you come to this early?" the eight-footer asked.

"No, I actually.... this might be it for me." Holly replied.

"Oh, don't say that". the eight-footer replied. "I thought the same, but it comes along. Believe it or not, it's already day 9 for me."

Holly sighed. "I'm on day 11."

The encouraging murmurs slowed. 

"Are we supposed to be able to... break this?" an eight-five woman asked, trying to break the awkward silence with her grunting attempts to bend her metal rod.

"Good question." the teacher replied. "The rod is more about showing your limits. Make you feel a little more normal. Most of you will be able to bend it with effort, but don't feel bad if you can't. Consider it like a stress ball."

Holly ran her hands along the rod, sheepishly. This was all starting to feel a bit silly. And she'd already ostracized herself from the group. She looked at Sara, slowly bending the rod in her hand. She watched as she grunted her way through it, small beads of sweat forming on her brow.

"Trying to impress us?" Holly asked.

"It's just been a minute since I've had something strong in my hands." Sara wheezed. "Feels nice to put my full strength into something."

"You probably will get the best of both worlds, you know." the eight-footer tried again. "Still can fit into some smaller spaces, not having to worry too much about your strength. But you'll also fit in with us. Like, it's not that big a difference, right?"

She turns to the group, who all return to murmuring positively toward Holly. She forced back an encouraging smile at them, feeling Sara nudge closer to her. Sara always made her feel protected. She barely noticed what her hands were doing until someone gasped.

Holly looked down at her metal rod. It had twisted fully into a knot without her realizing. The other women grabbed their own rods and began to twist at them, to little avail. Holly's face felt hot. The teacher approached her, looking down at her work.

"I think you're gonna be just fine."

-----

"They all get a little goofy in those classes." Sara insisted. They were back in her car now. Holly had a stack of go-bags on her lap, munching on her fries as she saw her office get closer through the windshield. "Don't take it personally."

"I'm not." Holly said, wadding up her last bag and re-organizing her lap. "It was... it was worth it."

"You needed it, girl. Not just because you're like... scary strong. But also..."

Sara leaned close to Holly as she came to a park. "Didn't it feel good?"

Holly thought back to how her body relaxed when she twisted her second rod into a pretzel. The teacher gave her two more before she told her there were only so many.

She nodded to Sara, smiling.

"No matter if you stay this size, you're special." Sara said.

Holly opened the car door and shot her crumpled trash into the bin next to it. 

"See you out here after work?" she asked.

"You sure will." Sara agreed.

"And tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Sara smiled.

Holly stepped toward her office, pulling her lunchtime Nektar from her purse. She chugged it down, enjoying the sweat, mealy taste as dessert for her three double cheeseburgers. She checked herself in the mirrored-glass of the door before entering. She adjusted her hair, making sure there was nothing on her face after her last chow-session. Despite her massive cravings, Holly insisted on remaining clean and tidy.

She stepped back into the office with renewed confidence. It would all take its time. She would become who she was meant to be. And nobody was going to make her feel small.

"Oh my god, Holly. I'm sorry." Ginger stopped in her tracks in front of her. "I wanted to text you to warn you, but I got busy. I don't want..."

Holly clocked it before she got too close. She stepped up to Ginger, staring slightly up at her as she did.

"Seven foot seven." Ginger admitted. "As of lunch."

Holly took it all in. Ginger had been a bit taller than her before this all started. It was no new thing. She wasn't going to take it as a competition. None of the were in control of this, after all.

She smiled. "You're gonna be so tall!" she squealed.

Ginger giggled back at her. "We all are."

Holly nodded. She gave Ginger a quick hug, and walked back to her desk.

-----

"So she's... how many days along?" asked Bart.

"Eleven." Grant replied from across the high-top table. He sat in a bar amongst his coworkers. Mostly men, all dressed as business casual as himself. Bart, Ethan, and Sadie all stood around the high-top with him, making conversation.

"So she's got to be like..." Ethan gestured with his hand high above his head.

"Seven foot five." Grant said. "Not that it's any of your business."

"That's kind of short, isn't it?" Sadie asked. "For that long of time?"

Sadie was a cute blonde who reveled in talking to the guys like she was one of them. She was 5'8", relatively tall for a woman. At least before it all changed. But she had done her research, just in case she ever decided to change that.

"It trends toward the lower side of the projections." Grant admitted. "But she's healthy, which is all I care about."

"All he cares about." Ethan mocked, gesturing large boobs in front of his own chest.

"You get one more of those." Grant said, only half-joking. Ethan calmed himself.

"But it's gotta be kinda weird, right?" Bart asked. "Seeing the change so close up. I remember when Andie took the Murf..."

Bart pointed a thumb behind them toward another high-top where a set of coworkers were having a separate conversation. It was two men and two women, including Andie who towered over all of them. She was dressed in a pair of jeans with a loose-fitting blouse buttoned to the top. No flashing coworkers on this outing for her.

"She'd come in every day, a little bigger." Bart added.

"Until she was fucking huge." Ethan completed. "You weren't there, man. You work from home most days."

"I remember Andie before, though." Grant replied.

"But you're not worried at all. Are you, Grant?" Sadie prodded. "You're one of the good ones."

"What is there to worry about?" Grant laughed. "She's my wife. It's a proven procedure."

"You hear stories, though." Bart replied.

"Women who take the Murf, then they change. Leave their husbands. Or just roll over them." Sadie said. "You become their pets, basically."

"Come on." Grant scoffed.

"I'm not saying it's inevitable. But it does happen." Sadie retorted. She stopped herself. She was getting too personal. Of course the idea of becoming a super woman was appealing to her, especially in the male-dominated field she worked in. But she was terrified of it coming back to bite her. She'd spent her whole life trying to seem non-threatening to her male supervisors, she wasn't sure if she could pull that off with them below her chest.

"Andie!" Bart yelled from across the bar. Sadie jumped at the sudden call.

She watched as Andie spun around coyly, staring back at them with a girlish smile. She motioned a "who me?" looking around as if there was another huge woman in the room. They laughed, politely.

"She's had a few." Bart whispered.

"Or a lot, considering how much it takes." Ethan corrected.

Bart motioned for Andie to walk over to them, and she did. It didn't take long. Grant made space as Andie lowered herself onto the high-top with them. She placed her elbows down, staring now at eye level with them.

"What you guys been up to over here?" she slurred.

"We were just talking and thought you would have a good insight." Bart replied.

"This better not be about Ethan's video game idea." Andie chided.

"How tall are you?" Ethan asked.

"You're not allowed to ask that at work." Andie replied, jokingly.

"We're not at work." Ethan tried, flirtatiously.

"Eight foot four." Andie said, winking at him.

"And you were?" Bart asked.

Andie put an arm down, resting her head in her hand as she dug in her back pocket. She pulled out a billfold with a few cards in it. Her driver's license was set behind a plastic cover on the front. A long finger glided down to the height category and tapped the answer.

5'7". Ethan whistled.

"Must have been quite an adjustment." Sadie said.

"Oh sure. Honestly, I think they make that shot go slow on purpose so you don't have to deal with it all at once."

"They also want to make sure your health stays stable the whole way through. And it's easier to regulate the stopping point that way." Sadie added. They all stared at her, surprised by her knowledge. She shrugged it off. "Good to stay up on current events."

"Well I don't regret it, if that's what you're asking." Andie continued. "I've never felt more confident and happy. I'm the new Me."

"But you're still yourself. That's what we were talking about." Grant replied.

Andie thought about that. Her drunk face twisted in consternation. "I'm... a different me. A better one."

"That's debatable." Ethan joked. Andie raised an eyebrow, but didn't humor him.

"How so?" Bart asked.

"Well, I can do so many things I couldn't before. I stand out in ways that make my positives shine and my negatives... seem small." she giggled at herself there. "I don't think I'd be running a team right now if I hadn't taken the Murf."

"So you admit you weren't good enough on your own merit." Ethan laughed louder. No one joined him. Andie's eyebrow raised higher. Then the rest of her body did.

She stood up to full height, standing just an inch away from Ethan as she put her hands on her hips. Ethan stared up at her, still trying to laugh off his comment. It was becoming more difficult as Andie fully loomed over his 5'9" frame from two and a half feet up. She leaned down just enough so her face stared over his own. 

"Ethan, I think I'll ask Reg to assign you to my team next Monday. I've always wanted to take a closer look at your code."

Ethan laughed again. "Come on, we're just messing around."

"No! I think it would be good." Andie replied, suddenly lucid. "Maybe it will teach me a few things about my own substandard work."

"Andie..." Ethan tried. But he knew there was no going back. He watched her walk away, crouching under the door of the bar so her shoulders would fit through.

"Nice." Bart said, cutting the silence.

"Good luck with that. It was fun." Sadie added.

"That... is what you have to look forward to, Grant." Ethan sighed.

Grant thought about it. "I guess I'll just think about what you would do Ethan, and not do that."

Sadie high fived him from across the table.

"Another round?" Bart asked the passing bartender.

-----

Grant sat in his car in the driveway. It was late. Later than he'd even thought he would take. The longer he sat in the bar, the more he thought about their words. He thought more about Andie. She was always incredibly shy when he knew her before. He was proud of her for embracing her new self. But he couldn't help but think about the idea of a "new self".

He would love Holly no matter what happened, but he was becoming unsure what exactly would happen. He found a strange solace in her frozen height. There was comfort in the idea that they were mostly out of the woods. He was already adjusting to the new normal. The new wife. If this was all, he could manage it. He would tell her in the morning that he was insisting they either move or renovate. No more half measures. It was time to start their new lives.

He nodded to himself, assured, and stepped out of the car. He tip toed toward the door, and slowly crept it open. She would be asleep for hours by now. He didn't want to wake her, especially if he was already ready for an argument. Best to just sleep it off and speak rationally in the morning.

Grant slid his shoes off and slipped down the hall toward the bedroom. The lights were off, and they would stay that way. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid his pants off, gently letting them hit the floor as he carefully sidled into his side of the bed. It was tougher now that Holly took up so much of it, but late night work sessions had made him used to it.

As he settled into place, he realized Holly's trademark indent was not beside him. He spun around. The bed was empty. He shot up and looked around. Grant was alone in the bedroom.

He walked carefully back down the hallway, spinning his head back and forth to find some trace of his wife. When he made it to the kitchen, he no longer had to look very hard. The dim light of the fridge called him from the living room, and he flicked on the kitchen lights to illuminate the whole scene.

Holly lay naked on the floor of the kitchen. The fridge door hung wide open in front of her. Grant hurried over to her, checking for any sign of injury or unconsciousness. She was snoring.

"Holly?" Grant asked, worried.

Her eyes flitted open. Grant looked up at the fridge. It was completely empty. He had just ordered more groceries two days ago for the whole week, and she'd wiped them out over the course of a night. Even the butter sticks were empty.

"Holly..." Grant gasped.

"Grant..." Holly mumbled through her sleep.

Grant got a better look at her as he cradled her head in his hands. She was completely clean. No matter the size of the binge, she had remained immaculately in her eating habits. But without a stitch of clothing on, he could see her body had expanded. Her breasts had swollen beyond even their huge size from this morning. Her legs and arms had widened deeper, and her stomach had distended into a round pot belly.

"My god." Grant gasped again. He had tried to tell himself she was just being healthy. But this felt wrong. Nothing he had read about had mentioned this in their experience. Perhaps it was time to take her back to the doctor after all.

But in the morning. "Come on, Holly. It's time for bed." he whispered.

"Bed." Holly replied.

Grant took her arm under his shoulder and hoisted her onto her knees. She weighed more than he ever expected, and it was nearly impossible to get her onto her feet.

"I need your help, baby. Can you help me?" Grant pleaded.

Holly nodded, still barely conscious. She wobbled to her feet, using Grant as support as she slowly stumbled out of the kitchen.

Grant barely had control of the situation as she careened down the hallway. He was able to aim her just right onto the bed as she collapsed on her side. The bed groaned and cracked, dropping down a couple inches from the impact.

"And there go the legs." Grant sighed, knowing the bed had been on borrowed time for awhile now. He stared at his massive, naked wife on the bed. A different person even from the one he'd made breakfast for that morning. He carefully moved the sheets and blankets around her, tucking her in. She snuggled in, unaware of the bizarre night she'd left her husband. When she was settled, Grant returned to the kitchen.

He looked at the open fridge, grabbing empty boxes from the shelves and floor, and piling them in the recycle. When the kitchen returned to harmony, he slumped back to bed.

As his head hit the pillow, he looked at the time on his phone. 3am. The morning would come quite soon.

And with it, a new day.

"Well, I can't really change that, can I?" Sara said to the phone resting between her ear and her shoulder. She was pacing around the room, collecting her things into her satchel as she buttoned the remainder of her blouse with her last free hand.

"I will be there when I be there. I'm going as quickly as I can, but me arriving two hours early is not going to change any hearts and minds when they all show up on time anyway." Sara sighed as a voice droned in her ear. It was going to be another long day. But she wasn't relenting. This was Holly's last work day of Murf. She had the whole weekend planned out for the two of them to ease her into her Omega-dom. Whether it arrived or not.

Sara sighed again. She'd thought a lot about the possibility of Holly staying in the 7s for the last few days. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but signs were starting to point to the inevitable. Nonetheless, her weekend of clothes shopping and general pride-strutting would not be deterred. No matter what her partner demanded of her.

"Tim, can you just wait? Because I'm getting another call. I don't know from who because the phone is to my face... Well I won't know if it's important or not until I take the phone from my face, will I? So will you..."

She pulled the screen in front of her eyes, staring down at the notification above her current call. It read, "Grant (Holly)".

Shit. She put the phone back to her ear. "Tim, it's important." She hung up and took Grant's call.

"Grant, what's up?" She listened to a voice trying its best not to sound frantic.

"No, I haven't left yet. Everything alright?" Sara listened, her mouth falling open as she heard Grant's request. "I'll be there with options."

Sara ended the call and raced across her apartment back toward her bedroom. Even though she'd chosen a more modest living space than her subsidized size and her significant income was able to afford, it still came with vaulted 15-foot ceilings, and more room to move around than she could ever need. It was all part of a large complex that spanned the whole block, even though the amount of units inside the complex was only 6.

She rushed toward her walk-in closet and riffled through her piles of clothes. Something had to be just right. Something had to be perfect for a friend in need.

----

"I'm not looking forward to it." Ginger shouted from her own closet on the other side of town.

"Why?" Wayne asked between brushstrokes as he stood in the bathroom finishing brushing his teeth.

"You should have seen her face, Wayne." Ginger responded, stepping into the doorway. She slid her arm into her stretchies as she did, letting her body wriggle into place inside of them. Wayne spat out his toothpaste and wiped his mouth. "She's always been... a little sensitive. And this whole procedure has gotten to her. I don't want to make her feel any worse than she already does."

"Hey, I adjusted. I'm still adjusting!" Wayne replied. "Yesterday you left here with my head just beneath your boobs. And this morning I'm staring right at your pussy lips."

"Don't be crass." Ginger snapped, rolling her eyes. 

"I'm just saying..." Wayne replied, hugging his now 7'11" wife. "We can all adjust." He kissed her on her sex, feeling her tremble just slightly beneath her stretchy clothes."

"Stop, I'm already dressed. And it's hell to get into these at this size." Ginger swatted him away, walking out of their bedroom into the living room.

"You better stop wearing those pretty soon or they're gonna snap." Wayne called, following her out.

"I'm going shopping for outfits at lunch. It's part of the plan. Speaking of, did you look at any of the listings I bookmarked for you?" Ginger asked, clipping her earrings in as she walked toward the front door.

"Can't we pick a neighborhood we actually know, babe?"

"The best deals for what you're getting are all in Galatea Heights. At least, if I get as big as I'm projecting."

"Wayne scrolled on his phone through the list of houses Ginger had given him. Each listing had a highlighted banner with words like, "Perfect for 8'6" and up!"

You've got five more days and you're practically 8 feet. What exactly are you projecting?" Wayne asked.

"It slows down after you hit 8 feet. You didn't read any of the literature." Ginger replied, stomping back toward her husband.

"I've been busy." Wayne smiled. Ginger smiled back at him. He was being very calm, given his entire living situation was about to change. She couldn't begrudge him a learning curve.

She bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Dinner out tonight?"

"Already snagged a reservation."

"Mixed table?" Ginger replied.

"I do think ahead sometimes." Wayne smiled again. "Just don't get too big at work today where you don't fit through the door.

Ginger, struggling to squeeze through her own door at the moment, was not laughing at her husband's joke. She blew him a passive aggressive kiss as she slipped her shoulders through the narrow exit into the open air. As she walked to her car, she couldn't help but think how small it looked. The new one was on the way. It would be in her driveway by Sunday, courtesy of another subsidy. This new world was built for people like her. Which made it all the more awkward when some people didn't live up to the Murf's promise.

Holly would get over it, Ginger thought. She had to.

-----

There was a knock at the door. Grant was near enough to grab the handle immediately. He paused for only a second, wondering if there was any possible person at the door other than the person he desperately needed to see at that moment. When he swung it open and was greeted by a pair of hips holding a pile of clothes, he sighed.

"Oh, thank god." he gasped.

Sara crouched down to look at him, all business. "I brought a few options for her to choose from. All catered to her taste of course, but I want her to feel like it's still her decision." 

She tossed the clothes at Grant, who took the elongated items in both hands.

"Some blouses, sweaters, tops. All skirts though, I'm afraid. I didn't know how long her legs are." Sara concluded.

"I'm sure it's fine. You've already done so much, Sara. Thank you." Grant turned and headed back toward the bedroom. "She'll be out in a bit."

"I'll be right here!" Sara waved. "And Grant?"

Grant stopped and turned to look back at her.

"How big is she?" Sara asked, a glint of mischief in the corner of her eye.

Grant sighed again. "Well she can't stand up straight... so at this point we don't know." He smiled and walked into the bedroom.

All alone, Sara squealed quietly.

Grant walked back into the bedroom, fumbling with the Omega clothing pile in his hands. He found Holly right where he left her, sitting on the edge of their bed with a look of worry on her face. "She came with options" he wheezed as he set the clothes down on the bed next to her.

"Bless her." Holly said, running her hands through her choices immediately. 

Grant stared at his wife, now once again transformed. Even seated on their low bed, she was at eye level with him. Her body had lengthened and toned overnight, now much more resembling her former figure in an enhanced form. Her raven hair bounced as she turned her head back and forth to observe the clothing Sara had brought.

"Oh my god." she spat.

"What?" Grant jumped.

Holly lifted a pair of large panties and presented them to Grant. "Underwear. I can't believe I missed underwear so much." she sighed. The stretchies had come with built-in protection to avoid any unwanted creases or outlines. Grant had laughed at her before about showing up to work, 'commando'. Holly never liked that joke.

She flung her long legs out, and shimmied into the simple pair of cotton-white panties. They hugged her wide hips perfectly. She chose a simple blue top and raised it over her head. Her fingernails grazed their ceiling as the top flowed down onto her chest. 

"Shirt's a little loose." she commented, giving the top a tug to accentuate its bagginess.

"Well, Sara is 9 feet." Grant replied. Holly cocked her head in agreement. She felt a strange mix of comfort and resentment at the idea that, despite her massive late-night growth spurt, she wasn't as 'big' as her friend.

She stood up, carefully. Her legs bowed to avoid her head colliding with the ceiling. Grant watched as his wife craned up above him. She grabbed a plaid, black and white skirt from the pile and wound it up her hips, giving a shimmy as she did. Her body jiggled as she did, and she felt Grant's eyes on her.

"Enjoying the show?" she teased.

"A little, for lack of a better term." Grant tried. 

Holly laughed. "Honestly, it's nice to jiggle again. Those stretchies were so unforgiving." She nodded to the pile of stretchies neatly folded on their dresser. "I guess we can take them back to the doctor's now. We get a refund if they're returned undamaged."

"I can handle that." Grant said. He looked from the stretchies over to his wife as she got on her knees to slide out of the doorway. "Amongst other things."

"What do you mean?" she panted, halfway squeezed through the door.

"Holly, we need to start looking into new places." Grant insisted. "There's only so much time they'll let us subsidize. And tomorrow's the weekend anyway."

"Grant, I-" she stopped. Her breast was caught in the doorway, making an awkward smushed shape as she tried to move back in to argue. Her breasts were arguing against her. She sighed. "I'll set some time aside."

Grant laughed. He walked up and kissed Holly while she knelt in the doorway. "Not so bad from this height."

"Wait til I'm out of the house before you say that." Holly countered.

She crept through the door and raised herself up, feeling her back slide against the ceiling as she made her way toward the exit. "Ok, so maybe I've outgrown the house a little." she chuckled.

"Let me get that for you." Grant said, grabbing the front door handle for his struggling spouse.

Holly stared at the sunshine from the open door. Some feet away, Sara sat on the lawn, staring up at the clouds. She turned at the sound of the door and saw Holly's crouched form squeezed into the opening.

"Oh my god, look at you!" she squealed. "How tall are you?"

"I don't know..." Holly grunted, squeezing out of her cozy home. "I haven't been able to stand up yet."

Sara stood at that, feeling her long back stretch to its limit. She wanted to be standing up straight to get a good idea of her best friend's new stature. Holly stepped out and stood up straight, herself. Her head rose higher and higher to greet Sara's as the stepped up to one another. Mere inches away from her smile, Holly could see she was staring straight at Sara's chin. "

Wow." she marveled, looking out at the world from her new perspective. It all looked so small, like she was staring at everything from the top of a double decker bus. She saw Mr. Reese walk his dog past their lawn. His doberman looked like a chihuahua now.

Sara pulled her into a tight hug. She felt their breasts almost touch for the first time in almost a year. "Finally, I can hug you again." Sara sighed. "A real hug. Not the glom thing I have to do with..."

Sara stopped. Holly looked down and saw Grant below them, smiling nervously. For the first time she saw him at her highest point. He came up to her elbow now. She looked down at him sheepishly, pulling a lock of black hair away from her piercing eyes.

Grant stared back at her, hands in his pockets. "Looking good." he muttered, unsure.

"He's nervous." Sara said, nudging her.

"I just don't want to say something dumb." he shot back.

"The weather is fine up here." Holly laughed.

"Lame." Grant replied.

"Coffee?" Sara asked.

"Dying." Holly replied.

They stepped toward Sara's giant car, Holly sliding a pair of simple flats onto her feet as she walked. They were a little roomy, but fit better than she expected. Sara opened the door and stepped in, turning on the car as the engine roared to life. Holly opened her door. The seat was right there. No more need to take a big leap. No more need to use any step ladder. It fit her now. She took a step, then thought better.

She spun around and rushed back toward the lawn. Before Grant could understand what was happening, his wife was wrapped around him fully. He was engulfed as he felt her lips against his. Her tongue found his as he became overwhelmed by her smell, her energy, her passion. When they parted he stared right into her fierce and powerful eyes. "See you tonight, stud." she moaned.

And with a few quick steps, she was in the car and gone. Grant merely stood there, powerless. He took a breath, and put his hands back in his pocket.

-----

"I can take the next Omega customer!" the barista shouted from behind her massive counter. Holly stood at the front of the line, anxious. Sara nudged her from behind.

"That's you." she whispered.

"Oh shit, it is." Holly snorted. She walked up to the woman behind the counter. She stared down a little at the woman, looking at the small woman at the regular counter next to her. It all felt so strange, to be on the other side of the aisle. She felt stares from down below. "Just a black coffee, please. Nothing...nothing special." she stammered. 

Once they were back in the car, Holly was able to breathe again.

"It takes some adjusting." Sara said from the driver's seat. "My first week was hell. I was taller than everybody. Even the other girls. Makes you feel like a target. But you get used to it."

"What if I don't?" Holly whispered.

"You literally have to." Sara chided. "Care class at lunch?"

Holly sighed. "Yeah, that makes sense. I could use a chance to break some shit."

----

Ginger paced back and forth at the entrance of the office. Her eyes darted toward the parking lot every few seconds. She couldn't help it.

"The hell are you doing?" Dana asked as she walked up to her nervous coworker.

"I want to get it over with. I want Holly to see me, and us to laugh about it, and get on with our day." Ginger spat.

Dana nodded. "I hit 7'6" this morning. We're in the same boat."

"7'11"" Ginger retorted.

"Practically an Omega." Dana whistled.

"So how do we do it? Without feeling like we're... doing something?"

"Just let her see us. Don't even say anything. Have her lead." Dana assured. "Or we can talk about how my body is getting weirder and weirder. Watch this."

Dana flexed in her stretchies. Ginger listened to the fabric whine against the expanding muscle underneath as two large biceps peaked out from Dana's arms. Her shoulders were perfectly round, and even her abs were showing through the tight rubber seams. "I feel like I need to start trying out for sports or something."

"Have you ever exercised in your life?" Ginger laughed.

"No! That's the sad part. I have no coordination. All of this is wasted on me."

"Shit. That's her friend's car. Here she comes." Ginger said. Dana spun around to see Sara's car come to a stop at the entrance of the gated lot.

"Just be cool." Dana reminded.

They watched as Holly stepped out of the car with ease, holding her coffee in her hand.

"Is she wearing normal clothes?" Ginger whispered, admiring her loose but tasteful outfit.

"Poor girl must have given up and gone shopping." Dana whispered back.

As Holly walked toward them it became, slowly, abundantly clear that something was different. Not just the way Holly moved, but her confidence, her stride, her smile had all changed. She'd bloomed.

"Aww, are you guys waiting for me?" she chirped as she stepped up to greet them. Now right in front of them, Dana and Ginger realized she was a head taller than both of them.

"How... when did-" Ginger sputtered.

"Interesting night, Holly?" Dana saved.

"Girls, I'm back." Holly bounced. "I had a little spurt, obviously. But more importantly, it feels like my body again. Look!" Holly spread out to show herself to her friends.

"Ok, you can't see much because my clothes are kind of baggy, but believe me. I feel like me again. I even have my little two-pack back." she giggled.

"Just two?" Dana snorted, flexing her full eight-pack again for the new-comer.

"So how tall are you? Obviously Omega, but..." Ginger asked.

Holly cocked her head again. "I don't actually know. How do you... measure at this height?"

"Go to any Omega bar or restaurant. They have them up for fun." Dana rolled her eyes. "Or..."

She took Holly by the hand and led her back around the building. There was a loading dock on the far side with a wide entryway leading into the guts of the office. A tall yellow line went up the length of the wall. Holly looked up as the numbers crept all the way to 20 feet.

Dana lined her up along the wall as Ginger watched. "Ginger, you have the better angle, tell me what she reads."

Ginger craned her neck up to look. Holly listened to the fabric of her stretchies strain as she lengthened her spine to see over Holly's head.

"You're going to want to ditch those soon, honey." she helped.

"I am still 7'11"." Ginger replied. "And you... are eight foot six."

"Pretty good. A little above average." Dana said, clapping sarcastically.

"Alright, thank you. Can we get to work?" Holly shot back.

"Hell yes, we can." Dana said, pulling her back toward the front of the building. "I want to see Laurie's face when she has to look up at you."

They all laughed as they made their way inside.

-----

Holly sat at her new desk, pondering. She'd been moved, after some to-do, to a pod with the rest of the Omegas. Morgan waved at her, making eye contact as Holly's eyes flitted around the room. She was becoming used to her new station, in more ways than one. But something kept nagging at her. She pulled at her collar, feeling it dig uncomfortably into her neck. 

"Well, they're moving me here." Ginger said, dropping a box of stuff next onto the desk to Holly's. 

"Why?" Holly asked, standing up to greet her.

"Eight foot two. As of 11:30am. I'm one of you now."

"Oh my god, congrats!" Laurie shrieked from behind them. She skipped over to them, adding herself to the conversation. "You guys are all getting taller than me! Should I be jealous?"

"What? Jesus." Ginger replied. Laurie had been awkward with them all morning. She'd received the word from her doctor that the Murf was no longer active in her system. She was done at eight foot one. With the other three still going, and with Holly's sudden spurt, it was making her feel left out of a group she never felt the need to be a part of.

"You don't look that much bigger to me, Ginge." Holly tried, moving the subject away from Laurie.

"Well, tell it to the measuring tape. And these stretchies. God, I feel like I'm gonna snap. I want this day to be over so I can rip them in half." Ginger growled.

"Save it for Wayne, kid." Dana replied walking up to them as she typed on a tablet. "Ok, you're all set. The system now reads this as your desk. Everything you need should be coming this way. Thank god we got this done early. I just finished doing this for Holly, and I had to do Laurie yesterday."

"Sooorry." Laurie tried. Dana just raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe just start getting started on yourself." Holly suggested.

"Seven foot nine, as of 5 minutes ago. With any luck, I'll last the day and can save it all for Monday. I'm trying to get out of here early toda-"

The sound of stretching cut her off. Loud, straining fabric erupted from Dana as her head began to rise all at once. "What the fuck!" she shouted as she watched Laurie and Ginger grow smaller in her vision. In a matter of a minute, Dana stretched seven inches to 8'4".

"God... damnit." Dana exhaled. The stretching sound grew louder. Holly watched in awe as Dana's muscles plumped even further. Her arms widened. Her legs thickened. Her ass became a perfect, round stone. "I guess I'll start the paperwork for myself too."

She was a greek goddess. And then, she was exposed.

The stretchies snapped all at once from around her broad shoulders. She grabbed the falling fabric with her powerful arms, clutching them close to her heaving chest. "Excuse me!" she breathed as she stormed toward the bathroom.

"That's an HR violation!" Laurie laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, Laurie." Ginger said icily as she walked toward the bathroom to help her giant, frantic friend.

"Shut the FUCK up, Laurie." Dana echoed from the open bathroom door.

-----

Holly sipped a bottle of Nektar as she sat in Sara's car on the way to their care class. She tugged at her collar again, absentmindedly.

"You ok over there?" Sara asked.

"Huh?"

"Seem a little... perturbed is all."

"Just a weird day, you know. Weird to be Omega. Weird that it's all over."

"It's just beginning." Sara replied. "Believe me."

They stepped out of the car and walked toward the building together. Sara shot a glance at Holly as she walked, trying her best to hide the pride in her eyes. But something caught her as she stared deeper. "You said they measured you this morning?"

"Yeah, eight-six. Above average." Holly replied, matter-of-fact.

"I think you're taller than that." Sara challenged.

Holly stared back at her. She was looking directly at her lips. Holly thought back to that morning on the lawn. Maybe she wasn't standing up as straight as she thought. The ground was probably uneven. 

"Sorry to disappoint." Holly said, faking a chuckle. Sara punched her in the arm, playfully. Holly smiled. For the first time in awhile, it didn't hurt.

As they walked down the hall, Holly felt more at ease. Buildings like these were built for people like her, and she was beginning to embrace it. She opened the door for Sara with a flourish, relishing the fact that the doorknob was at the proper height for her.

"More familiar faces!" the teacher cried as they entered. "Well, mostly familiar." she added, taking in Holly's new look. She handed her several metal rods in preparation for a familiar performance from her.

"And you thought you were done!" the eight foot four girl shouted from the other side of the class.

"Well, life's full of surprises." Holly shrugged, trying not to blush.

"Don't I know it." said the eight-footer from yesterday. She stood up. "I grew six inches last night! I'm supposed to be slowing down at this point! My husband was beside himself."

"It's supposed to be consistent..." Sara chuckled.

"Consistent, my ass. I didn't expect to be eight foot six. I bet you're feeling the same, after... jesus, how tall are you?" the formerly eight-footer shot to Holly.

Holly stared at the top of her head, and sheepishly replied, "Eight... six?"

The class speckled with faces full of pity. Holly's blush came in full force now as she felt herself bend every rod in her hand all at once with ease.

-----

Holly stood outside the office, waiting for her ride. It was well past 6pm and Sara wasn't answering her phone. This was so unlike her. Before she began to wonder how easy it was to kidnap a nine-foot woman, her phone rang. It was Grant.

"Grant?"

"Ok, don't blame Sara. I told her I wanted it to be a surprise. But it took longer than I thought it would."

"What?" Holly asked.

On cue, a large, powder blue sedan rolled into the parking lot. It was identical to her old car, but magnified for an Omega driver.

"Oh, my god. Grant!" Holly beamed as she watched her husband step ungracefully out of the massive car. He took a pair of extension legs out from below and threw them in the trunk.

"Surprise! I hope it's ok. I thought it would be ok to decide without you since, you know... it's your car. And you love your car."

"I love my car." Holly repeated tearfully. She pulled Grant into a kiss, crouching down to embrace him. She had felt sad for days that she wouldn't be able to fit in her car anymore. "Thank you."

"With the trade-in, and you still showing growth, we spent almost nothing on the thing. And look at the size of it!" Grant replied, breathless.

"It's hard not to." she laughed. "So you wanted to drive me home?"

"Not exactly. I had something else in mind. Get in." Grant replied coyly. 

Holly stepped toward the car, but Grant stopped her. "Ah, driver's side. If you don't mind. Me driving this thing has been hell."

Holly smiled as she moved toward the driver's seat. She stepped into the car, pulling the seat all the way back. Grant piled into the other side carefully. It was a much easier job than Sara's SUV, but still took some maneuvering.

She placed her long fingers on the steering wheel and stared out into the windshield. Her vision was perfect. The car fit her like a glove. "Where to, then?"

"Directions are already plugged in. All you have to do is drive." Grant replied.

-----

The car pulled in to the valet driveway of a vast hotel. Holly stared up at the flashing bulbs on the awning above. The marquee read, "Hotel LeGrande" in spiraling cursive.

"It's a luxury offshoot. They're rebranding for Omegas." Grant explained as he stepped out of the car. He walked over to the driver's side and opened the door for his wife. She took his hand and stepped out, watching as his face fell down below her waist.

"It's gorgeous." she marveled.

A man in a red vest walked up, motioning for keys. Holly handed them to him carefully from above. He took a look at her. Then he looked at her car. Then he handed the keys to an Omega woman at the valet desk. Holly chuckled as she watched the eight foot woman speed away in her new car.

Grant held her hand the whole time, ushering her up the carpeted steps into the lobby. It was decked out in art-deco tile and sweeping sconces. Holly's eyes went wide as she took in the opulent sight.

"I thought maybe it was a bad idea to try to squeeze you back into the house tonight. I already have some appointments set to see some new places tomorrow."

"I'm going shopping with Sa-" Holly started.

"After your shopping with Sara. She's in the loop." Grant assured. "And this place is free for three nights with growth verification, so..."

"Free?" Holly gasped.

"It's all free, baby. But if it wasn't, you'd still deserve it."

"I think I could get used to being an Omega." 

"Me too." Grant laughed.

They walked past the lounge area toward the clerk's counter. Grant stopped her, as his eyes caught a height chart in the corner.

"Of course." Holly rolled her eyes.

"Might be a legal thing." Grant joked. "Would you... like to do the honors?"

Holly gave a curtsy in her small skirt and walked toward the chart. She stood up straight along the horizontal lines, staring down at Grant's mocking face. An attendant Omega next to her craned her neck to read the measurement.

"That's eight foot ten, miss." she said.

Holly gasped, covering her mouth to hide her shock. She stepped off the chart with a curt thank you to the attendant and joined Grant again. She pushed him along toward the counter, strangely embarrassed.

"I thought Sara told me you were eight-six?" Grant asked.

"Work must have a faulty chart. It's for warehouse stuff, after all." Holly brushed off.

"Sure. But, damn. Eight-ten is pretty big."

"Not as big as Sara." Holly snapped. She found comfort in not being too large at the current moment.

They walked up to the clerk at the counter. He was slightly taller than Grant, so she let him do the talking.

"Reservation for Knowles." Grant said.

"Yes, the Half and Up Suite for two." the clerk replied. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Knowles. Here is your key. You're booked through to Monday at 5pm. We have breakfast every morning for free, but our dining area functions as a full service bar and restaurant after noon. If you'd like to stop in to eat now, we can have someone take your bags up for you. I know some of our guests can come rather... famished."

"What do you think, babe? Food?" Grant asked.

Holly felt Grant's hand tighten against her ass. Something in her unlocked at that and she crouched just slightly to speak to the clerk.

"Actually, do you do... room service?"

-----

Holly stepped into the suite, dropping her bags down onto a caddy next to the door. Grant trotted in behind her, taking in the sight of their massive accommodations. There was a bed at the center that stretched out to 15 feet. It looked like a whole floor to Grant. A huge TV was mounted on the wall opposite, with a window looking out at the town beyond on the far wall. 

"Grant, look at this!" Holly gasped from behind him. He raced back to the entryway into the bathroom.

It was like a whole room in and of itself. A his and her's counter that stair-stepped down politely for him. Tile that snaked out into an inlaid bathtub that looked like a small pool. Holly stood, fully clothed, in a towering shower, smiling foolishly.

"I don't have to duck even a little!" she smirked.

"This is incredible." Grant replied.

"It's perfect." Holly sighed. She bent down and kissed him again. "Thank you, honey."

Grant watched her saunter out of the bathroom. He followed her out, watching her stare out the window onto the city.

"It looks so small from up here." she breathed. Her silhouette was in a power stance as her fingers crept along the heavy curtain. Her hip was cocked in one direction, accentuating her curves.

"So, what were you thinking for room service?" Grant asked.

"I was thinking it could wait." Holly cooed. She turned around and strutted toward Grant. Her hands found her skirt as she slipped it off. Grant watched it fall to the ground as he was suddenly almost eye-level with the hem of her cotton panties. "It's nice to take these off. At first they were so baggy, but wearing them all day... they almost started to chafe."

"Feels like you got a little taller." Grant tried.

Holly shook her head, letting her raven hair cascade back and forth above him. "I'm done growing." She sauntered back toward the bed and sat down with a jiggle. From this angle, she was still about an inch taller than him. "Why? Am I not enough?" she teased.

Holly jutted her chest out as she asked, letting her breasts heave toward Grant as he walked up to her. He stood between her long legs, feeling her warmth next to his. He kissed her, deeply. Their tongues met. She felt his breath inside his own as her arms wrapped around him.

"You're my everything." he said.

They kissed again as Holly squeezed him tight. Grant's hand found her groin as he ran his fingers along her sex, feeling her moan as they kissed. He felt himself grow hard as her warmth grew. Her breathing became more intense. It was like being inside her already. She squeezed his back, digging her nails into him as she felt her pleasure rise.

She parted from him, staring with devastating seduction as she whipped her top off and threw it on the ground. Grant watched as her huge breasts came to a rest. She leaned back on her elbows, beckoning him to join her. He slipped his clothes off, pulling her panties down as they both sat naked on the bed. Grant kissed her, figuring out how best to find her pleasure points as she slid up the huge bed.

He followed her, in pursuit as he kissed all the way up her long legs, hearing her low moans as he made his way toward her pussy. It was wet when he tasted it. He flicked her with his tongues, feeling her convulse as he found the perfect spot over and over again. Her thighs wrapped around him, pulling him closer into her warmth as he felt her grow more wet. Her thighs weakened and released him as he felt along her stomach, running his hands along her gyrating hips as he moved up her breasts.

He kissed them, bringing them in his hands up to his mouth. Her nipples hardened against his tongue. She pressed them together with her hands, burying his head in their soft, pillowy flesh. Grant ran his hands along them as well, feeling their fingers interconnect as his member grew harder against her pussy. He looked up at her. Her brow glistened with sweat as her eyes flitted open and shut in ecstasy. "Put it in." she cooed.

Grant fucked her then, feeling his cock slide into her tight, wet pussy. She moaned loudly this time, grasping his back with one hand, and the headboard with the other. He fucked her deeper and deeper, feeling her writhe beneath him. He was fully on top of her. It felt like the ocean was moving beneath him as she rode him back from below. She was fully in control, moving her long body up and down with the motion of his grinding. Her hips squirmed up and down as he felt his cock move with her rhythm. His head pressed firmly against her bouncing tits, he felt her pleasure swell.

"That's it." she gasped. "Right there. Keep..." Holly was almost out of breath as she pulled him tightly against her. Grant kissed her breasts as the squeezed against his cheek.

"I'm going to..." he tried, before Holly's guttural moan erupted across the whole room. A cracking noise broke her shout, and Grant came then, feeling Holly come with him as she slowly breathed and came to rest. He was drenched in her sweat, panting.

He felt her arms pull him up to her face and she kissed him. She kissed him like one final note in a symphony. He melted on top of her, sliding onto the pillow next to her. She was still panting when she said, "Here. You earned it."

She tossed him a chunk of the wood bed frame. He caught it in his hands, staring for some seconds before it registered what that cracking noise was. "We may actually have to pay for that." he wheezed.

"I'll take care of it. You did your part." Holly moaned. Her fingers crept along his body, playfully dancing along his sweat-soaked skin. They laid together for some time in bliss before their minds returned to their skulls.

"So, room service?" Holly asked, dashing up out of the bed. She pulled a menu up from the night stand and her eye caught something in the dresser. She tossed the menu to Grant and started digging.

Grant stared down at the menu, making his choice. "Ok, what do you want?"

Holly closed the dresser drawer, revealing herself in a huge, terrycloth robe emblazoned with LeGrande in gold lettering. "One of everything."

Thus, the weekend had officially begun.