"I think we're just waiting on Marlene." The zoom chat was full up of some half dozen people, all sitting in their respective offices staring at their laptops.

"She emailed that she'll be joining remotely from her hotel." Sandra replied.

"I thought she was back by now." Douglas asked.

"Yeah, the whole place was put under quarantine. She's stuck there." Everyone looked concerned, then flipped it to nonchalantly professional as a little black box appeared on the screen with Marlene's name under it. Her camera was off.

"Sorry, I'm late! It's a bit of a zoo over here." Marlene chirped from the void of her screen.

"Hey, Marlene. How are you feeling?" Sandra asked.

"Oh fine." Marlene sang back.

"So you've managed to stay uninfected?"

"Oh, no. I've had it for a couple days now" Marlene answered nonchalantly.

The rest of the room went still. "Are you... are you ok?" Douglas tried.

"I'm great!" Marlene replied.

"So no symptoms then." Sandra sighed.

"I wouldn't say that." Marlene's camera flipped on and the whole room gasped as their once small coworker looked down at them from her tall body. Douglas saw her body jiggle as she moved her long arms back down to her side. She smiled at them, not fully aware of the effect her presence was having on the meeting. "I've had a little bit of a spurt."

A laugh echoed from offscreen. "Are you with someone?" Sandra asked.

"Just my friends. We're trying to come up with some stuff to wear since..." Marlene tugged on Martin's tight t-shirt strapped against her large chest. The zoom room held their gasps as quartet of tall, beautiful women entered and waved behind Marlene. Marlene laughed as they continued to distract this very important business meeting. She stood up and grabbed Erica and Ashley by the shoulders. Sandra's mouth fell open as she realized Marlene was even taller than the huge, half-naked women.

"You know what Marlene, I don't think we need you on this call. Why don't you rest up and let us know how you're feeling in a couple days?"

"Perfect!" Marlene laughed.

With the sound of the laptop slapping closed, it was off to the races. Each woman took her suitcase over her head, and dumped the entire contents onto Marlene's bed. A mountain of clothes, all now too-small for their owners, stood in front of the large women. They stood before it, ready for action. Between Marlene and Heather's over-prepared travel kits, they were able to find scissors, a needle and thread, and a few other useful adhesives to get the ball rolling. Colors were matched, patterns compared. Marlene sketched like wild as Ashley oversaw the logistics. Rebecca kept everyone entertained and fed with her illicit snack pack, while Erica and Heather got to work sewing what they could. As the sun began to set, they were tipsy, well fed, and nearly bleeding at their fingertips. But an ensemble was starting to come together.

"I can't believe how well this is coming together." Erica marveled.

"I just can't wait to wear something that fits again." Heather grumbled, shaking her raw fingers as she took a break. "Not that I don't love my husband's sleepwear of course."

"You pull it off, too." Rebecca joked. She had taken up a needle and thread as well, and was trying her best to make small adjustments. 

"Lucky you, getting to wear all your clothes still." Heather laughed back. "I never thought I would be jealous of you for being shorter than me."

"I'm used to it. Well, I was. And now I am again." Rebecca replied.

"We appreciate you helping out, too." Ashley said. "We know you don't have to."

"I like feeling useful." Rebecca ensured. "It's kept me sane this whole week." Ashley pat her on the shoulder. She was struggling to find a way to help out now that they'd descended into execution mode. Marlene had grabbed the last needle and thread when she finished sketching, and she was in a noiseless flow state making her dress come to life. 

Ashley leaned against the wall and grabbed her phone off the table. She scrolled through her texts, feeling anxious.

Back in Room 412, the boys had taken the chance alone to put on the dumbest comedy they knew. Hoots and hollers at the hijinks of a lovable oaf filled the room, but Dave still heard the buzz in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and saw the text from Ashley. 

*can you meet me in my room? i forgot something.*

Dave's face flushed. He was no fool. He turned to the guys, who were still locked in the rollicking good time the television was providing for them. "Sounds like they need help in the other room. I'll be back in a minute."

The guys all made half-hearted noises, paying little attention as Dave stood up and left the room. He stood in the empty hallway, soaking up the silence as he stared directly at Ashley's door. Was she in there already? Only one way to find out. He knocked quietly. There was a small shuffling and the door swung open. There was Ashley, still wearing his t-shirt with no pants. It now rode up well past her bellybutton. He was staring directly at her chin, as her breasts hung just below his face, pressing even tighter against the fabric of his shirt.

She stared down at him, eyes filled with devastating seduction.

"You did some more growing." Dave gulped.

"I'm still convinced I never really stopped." Ashley said. "Want to come in for a sec?" Dave nodded stupidly as he walked in past her. She stood in the doorway, letting him gently brush against her as he entered. He felt her warmth even as he grazed past her curves. She closed the door and pushed herself against it, her back arced forward toward Dave. 

"So, what are you clocking in at?" Dave tried to stall.

"Six-five. At least when they measured me for my dress." Ashley replied. Dave whistled. He was bad at stalling.

"You guys still hard at work, then?" Dave continued.

"Oh yeah, regular sweat shop over there. Not much more for me to do now that the planning's all figured out, though." Ashley said, walking closer, intent in her eye.

"So what did you forget?" he asked.

"This." she cooed, pulling him in close and kissing him. His hands wrapped around her waist as her arms found him. They locked into an embrace, pressed against the door, writing against one another. Dave felt her breasts press softly against his neck as she moved her whole body along his. They moved further into the room, lips still locked as they slammed against the bathroom wall. Dave slipped his hand between her thick thighs as his fingers slid past her panties. She moaned, feeling him tickle her inside. Her own hand found his cock, as she stroked it gently, feeling it rise in her palm.

She pulled away, feeling him rub her clit. "Fuck me, Dave."

"There's no bed." he breathed.

Ashley looked over. Her bed frame was still missing a mattress. She thought of the bed fort, and the gaggle of dudes certainly sitting on it at the moment. "We'll improvise." she purred. She pushed him, harder than she meant to, and Dave fell onto the couch across from the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, sitting on top of him, and staring down as her long, black hair covered her face like a dark waterfall. Dave could barely see her face past her chest as she arched her back, and put her arms up. In an instant, his shirt was off her, and he saw her breasts ripple back down before her face reappeared behind them.

Dave's hands moved hypnotized toward them. He massaged her massive breasts, feeling their soft, smooth weight in his palms. Ashley grinded her panties against him as she felt Dave's hands explore her nipples. Her hands stroked his chest, harder and harder until she heard a rip. Ashley looked down from her pleasure and saw she'd ripped Dave's shirt in half down the center. "I'm sorry!" she cried.

"It's ok. You don't know your own strength." Dave replied. Ashley blushed. She bent down and kissed him. Dave felt her weight press against him as they made out on the couch. He deftly flipped her over, watching her giggle as she came to rest on the couch cushions. She stared up at him, a curved smile on her soft, pouty lips. Dave kissed her, making his way down her neck, kissing each of her breasts as his hands slid her panties down her long legs. Ashley couldn't help but notice just how long those panties had to slide now. She'd been growing nonstop, and it took someone to touch her body all over to realize just how much more body she had to touch.

She felt Dave's tongue along her stomach, as it tightened with each peck. She knew where he was going and she wasn't having it. She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled it toward hers, sticking her tongue down his throat as his whole body turned to mush in her hands. Staring down at him even seated she cooed, "I said, fuck me."

Ashley whipped Dave's PJ pants off, and grabbed his cock in her long fingers. Slowly she guided it toward her sex, feeling him enter her. Her body arched again. She grabbed the sides of the couch, digging her nails in as she felt Dave go deeper with every thrust. "Yes, yes." she sighed as she felt her whole body clench.

She squeezed Dave's ass as he fucked her harder, and faster. Her legs shot out in all directions as every fiber of her filled with pleasure. "Just like that. I'm almost there." she gasped. Dave watched as her whole body rose and fell, her moans growing louder and louder as her eyes shut tight.

When her lips parted, the noise that came out of them was so full of raw ecstasy, Dave felt his whole body weaken from hearing it. He came with her, feeling her pull him in tight as she orgasmed for what felt like a golden age. Then there was just the sound of their breathing, rhythmic, together.

Ashley, glistening with sweat, stared up at Dave. "I always wanted to do that." she whispered.

"Took you long enough." Dave gasped back. She laughed, punching him. They slid down off the couch onto the floor, feeling the rough berber carpet against their naked skin. They didn't care. Ashley looked down at Dave, his head nestled between her breasts without having to crouch. She stroked his arm, and he stroked her back. They lay together for some time, noiselessly.

"So you taking anybody to the dance tomorrow?" Dave asked. Ashley giggled.

"I was thinking of asking one boy." 

Dave kissed her. "I accept."

Then he thought about it. "You don't think Rebecca will mind, do you?" 

"She can be our plus one. We'll play it loose. Make sure she's not left alone." Ashley insisted.

"But you know, with the thing with me..." Dave tried. Ashley kissed him this time. 

"If she has a problem with it, she can talk to me." Ashley stood up then, showing just how tall she'd become. She was truly an impressive sight as Dave stood up as well, staring up at her. "You're a mess." she added, staring down at the sweaty and disheveled Dave.

"You can't go back to the girls like that either." Dave replied, staring at Ashley's pile of sex hair.

"I'll shower up." Ashley replied, disappearing in the bathroom. Dave sighed. Then her head returned to his vision, poking out of the doorway. "Dave can I see you in here for a second? I forgot something." She smiled.

Dave smiled too. He walked into the bathroom just as Ashley had turned the shower on. Hot steam began to trickle out from the door. She stepped into the shower, taking Dave's hand as the water hit their bare backs. Dave watched in awe as the water trickled down Ashley's tan body. She ran her hands along it, making sure every inch of it got clean. Her eyes caught Dave staring, motionless.

"Doing ok over there?" she asked, giggling.

Dave nodded stupidly. "Sure you don't need any help with that?" Ashley smiled as Dave walked toward her, running his soapy hands along her body. She felt him caress her in every place as she sighed with pleasure. She closed her eyes and put her head back, smacking the shower head in the process.

"Jesus." she roared. "That's new."

"I bet." Dave replied. "How are you feeling about... all this? I mean, you've been getting bigger pretty consistently for a couple days now."

"It's an adjustment. It definitely helps that the other girls are going through the same thing. Makes it feel more normal. Less scary. Plus there's you."

"Happy to oblige."

Ashley leaned down and kissed him. They kissed for some time, feeling each other's wet, slippery skin as the water got cold. As they stepped out, toweling off together for warmth, Ashley looked at herself in the mirror. It was the first time since this morning that she had. She really had changed so much in the last 48 hours. But she still saw herself in the shapely, statuesque body before her. And she saw Dave next to her, which was even better.

"The boys will be missing you." she said.

"Doubt it. But I bet the girls are starting to resent your absence." Dave replied. Ashley sighed, nodding. Back to work.

In the hallway, now dressed in Dave's new shirt, she gave him one parting kiss. He stood there, shirtless, watching her strut away down the long hall to Room 403. As he walked back into the Fortress of Immunitude, with barely any notice from his friends, he couldn't help but think about the party tomorrow. It was the sort of thing they had missed out on, stuck in their rooms. A big bash full of eager friends. But with a room full of amorous amazons, Dave couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Dave quietly grabbed another shirt from his suitcase and pulled it over his head. He could tell his others had been stretched to full ruin by his lover's perfectly round chest. He didn't seem to mind. Dread be damned. He sat back down on the couch, wondering just how big a date he'd be bringing to the ball by the time it started.