Ashley felt the sun on her eyes, as they slowly flitted awake. As the room came into focus, she realized it wasn't her's. It wasn't even Dave's. She could feel a body cuddling her. She looked down, and saw Marlene, her huge body wrapped around her own. And she wasn't alone. Erica, Heather, and Rebecca were all spread out on the bed, passed out in one big girl pile. They must have passed out together, having been up all night making the last touches to their dresses.

It had been a blast, coming together on a project they could all contribute to. Ashley, still groggy from the night's work, couldn't help but smile. "Morning." she whispered as she watched Marlene's eyes creak open.

"What time is it?" she moaned.

"I don't know. I just woke up, myself."

"Oh my god!" Heather shouted, now fully awake and staring at her phone. "It's past noon."

The other girls gasped, waking the whole pile up, who were equally startled. "We've only got a few hours to get ready." Marlene announced.

"Somebody wrangle the husbands!" Heather shouted. She raced for the door, and whipped it open, but stopped in her tracks. In the doorway, Kevin was standing, staring up at her. He was wearing his best suit and looking very put together. "Kevin!" Heather shouted, surprised.

"I was wondering when you would be joining the living world." Kevin smiled. "We're all set up, just tell us what you need."

Heather blushed. The other girls walked up next to her, fanning themselves in mock shock. "Meet me in the room. I'll need some help with my dress." Heather said, shutting the door.

"And have Pat meet me at my place, too!" Erica added to the crack in the door.

"And bring Martin back here!" Marlene threw out as well. Kevin nodded, acting overwhelmed. Ashley stopped herself from mentioning Dave. She saw Rebecca bristle next to her, most likely doing the same. Heather finished slamming the door on her husband's face and turned around, colliding with Ashley's chest. 

"Sorry!" Ashley said, doubling back. Heather stared straight at her boobs, her mouth slowly widening.

"Did you keep growing?" she asked, concerned. Ashley suddenly realized even Erica was now staring up at her. She looked down at Dave's shirt, now like a second skin on her expanded frame. Marlene walked up to her and straightened herself up. Ashley couldn't help but sigh with relief as she watched her 6'9" friend's eyes rise above her own.

"I'd say I've still got about an inch on you. But it's a tiny inch." Marlene concluded.

"And probably shrinking as we speak." Erica added, nudging Ashley.

"God, I just hope my dress still fits." Ashley sighed.

Dave slipped his tie down through the loop, hoping against hope it would stop just at his belt this time. After the other men had fled the Fortress, at the behest of Kevin, who was merely a proxy for the Fury of Heather, Dave set out finishing up his outfit for the evening. A simple grey suit, with his favorite blue tie. Nothing too fancy, but enough to be presentable for what was meant to be the big dinner to cap off their reunion. Now he would wear it to a Quarantine Ball. He assumed it would be fine. The men had all gotten most of their suits together, as they'd spent the night in the Fortress once they realized their significant others weren't coming to collect them after midnight. 

It was like being in college again, with everyone helping each other straighten their ties and steam their shirts. If only he could have figured out his tie before they'd all scrambled. He checked his watch. 3:30, just half an hour before they agreed to meet out in the hallway. They would all take the elevators down together, and join the party as a group. When he heard the knock at the door, he wasn't entirely sure who was going to be on the other side.

Rebecca was there, her hair freshly washed and done up, wearing a sleek, black cocktail dress. "Just about ready?"

"Just about. You look amazing." Dave replied.

She smiled. Her lips were cherry red, and her eyes were sparkling with intent as they stared down at him. And then Dave realized. She was staring down at him. His eyes traveled down her long, shapely legs to the black heels on her feet.

"Heels." she said. "I didn't think I'd wear them on this trip. Didn't want to seem like I was towering over anyone. But at this point, I don't think the girls will mind." She laughed. Dave laughed with her.

"How are the girls doing?" Dave asked.

Rebecca took her breasts in her hands and shook them in her tight dress. "A little cramped, but they've had worse." She winked. Dave blushed, laughing quietly. Rebecca shoved him playfully, walking into the room. "I haven't seen them since they all scurried out of Marlene's place a few hours ago. I assume they're all getting close to done at this point."

She pulled a bottle of wine out from the pile of debris on the desk. "I thought we might start celebrating a little early. Bit of pre-gaming maybe?" She shook the bottle in Dave's direction. Dave shrugged, and nodded. He grabbed glasses for both of them and watched Rebecca pour the red wine into them. Her neckline dipped as she poured, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage with each movement. She looked up at him, with the smile of a woman who just caught a man peeking.

"So what do you think we should expect from this little soiree downstairs?" Dave asked, trying to play it cool.

"I honestly couldn't tell you. If everyone's had the same experience we have, though..." Rebecca trailed off. She was genuinely excited for what the night had in store for her.  She slid her finger along her glass, keeping her eyes on Dave. "I'm just trying to keep an open mind." Her legs shimmied closer to Dave, as she let herself nestle up to him. Her shoulders leaned into his chest. "I hope you'll do the same, Dave."

Dave felt her weight against his. Her lips were just inches away, and parting expectantly. Ashley wouldn't mind, would she?

The knock on the door saved him from his indecision. Dave couldn't help but think just how much like college things had become this week, even down to being interrupted constantly when you're in the middle of something very important. He walked over to the door and swung it open. Ashley stormed in, still adjusting the top of her dress. "Sorry, I have just a little bit more to do."

She stood in front of them, looking radiant. Her jet black hair was done up into a well-laced bun. She was absolutely squeezed into her blue dress, with the neckline swooping down around her jiggling breasts. "I know what you're thinking. I designed this to be loose, and flowing. But I also designed it for a woman who is 6'5" and I am about 3 inches taller than that."

"I'd say more." Rebecca replied.

"No. I was shorter than Marlene, Beccs. You saw."

"You WERE shorter. Now..."

"You look the same to me, though." Ashley tried.

"I'm wearing heels, Ash." Rebecca stated. Ashley's stomach dropped.

"I can't have... this soon." she stammered. Rebecca stepped forward and walked her massive roommate to the height wall. 

"Are you ready?" Rebecca asked. Ashley nodded bravely. "Six... ten."

"Oh god."

"At least it still starts with six!" Dave helped.

"Not helpful." Ashley replied. She stood up. Looking down at him from one head up. "You ok with bringing a date who's almost a foot taller than you?"

"As long as you promise to lead when we dance." Dave said, taking her hand. Ashley smiled, giving him a quick kiss. Rebecca slumped backward, feeling the choice that was made by them for the first time. Ashley noticed.

"You ready, Beccs? You're our date too, after all." Ashley took her hand, gripping it tight. Rebecca couldn't help but smile. She knew this was always how things would play out. She was grateful to Ashley for including her as much as she did. "I promise if you meet a guy there, we won't be jealous."

"Please, there's a very good chance I'll be the shortest girl there."

"I like short girls." Dave replied. Rebecca smiled.

The three of them walked out into the hallway, and made their way toward the elevator. As they rounded the corner, they saw Pat and Erica already waiting. Dave saw Erica fill out a lovely green dress. It hung on her well, falling loosely just above her knees. She looked amazing.

"Jesus, Ashley." Pat said as he saw her walk up, getting a full view of her new size.

"Pat, that's impolite." Rebecca said.

"No, he's right." Erica added. "Jesus, Ashley."

Ashley blushed. "I think it should be stopping any minute now."

"Well, keep us posted." Heather said, approaching with Kevin on her arm. Her short, red skirt was belted around the middle to a black top, with the sleeves around her shoulders. 

"See, I told you nobody else was going to wear shoes." Kevin insisted, pointing down at the barefoot women in front of them. "She kept trying on her shoes, hoping one would magically fit."

"We're not late, are we?" Heather shot back. "And Rebecca's wearing heels. They look amazing, honey."

"Thank you." Rebecca said, giving a twirl on said heels. "I just thought... why not?"

"So we're just waiting on Martin and Marlene?" Dave asked.

"Oh my god! You all look like a post card!" They all turned to see Marlene and Martin approach. Marlene was wearing a swishy yellow dress, with patterns embroidered along it. Her smile was just as sunny. She pulled everyone into a hug. "Look how hot we all look! This is just like Thirsty Thursday all over again."

"I could certainly use a drink." Martin belched.

"And Ashley! Bigger than me! You won the contest!" Marlene announced.

"It was a real squeeker." Ashley replied, releasing herself from her massive friend's hug. She smiled, realizing she was the big one this time. For the first time, she was the biggest in the group. And if precedent was any indicator, it was likely to stay that way. She could already feel her body pressing into the fabric of her dress. She knew the night was still young.

"Contest isn't over yet." Heather shot back. "It's anybody's game."

"Oh, Heather, you've been 6'2" for days. Get over yourself." Rebecca laughed. Heather straightened up as she approached, realizing Rebecca was staring her right in the eyes, now that she was wearing heels. Heather secretly wished she could have gotten at least one pair of shoes on.

"So... shall we?" Kevin asked, prying his wife out of her icy stare.

Both elevators dinged open, and the nine of them split off into two groups. Both elevators lurched under the weight of the women. It was decided to split them up as equally as possible for the safety of the mechanism. Marlene couldn't help but giggle as she ducked into her elevator.

Dave held Ashley's hand as the elevator descended toward the lobby. Ashley shut her eyes tight, trying not to listen to her dress creak as she shifted her weight. It'll hold. It has to.

With a ding, the doors opened and they all walked out into the abandoned lobby. Not even one employee was manning the front counter. The whole hotel looked evacuated. "It's eerie." Erica said, looking around at the empty lobby.

"So much for hospitality." Ashley added. The only noise beside their careful footsteps, was a low booming coming from the bar. They all wordlessly made their way toward the sound as it grew louder and louder. Then they saw it.

The bar was positively packed with people, dancing and chatting, and mingling amongst each other. Men in suits stood around, talking to women, all well over six feet. As they walked along, they could see so many stories bubbling up from the happy people chatting away. Some women wore PJs, stretched out to the max. Some were wearing simple bedsheets. Others had improvised much like Marlene, and made some homemade combinations. One woman wore what had to be her husband's suit jacket over her bare chest. She was laughing her head off at some joke, spilling her cocktail as she did.

Heather gasped, and grabbed Kevin, pointing to a pair of women in the corner who were completely naked. They stood there, talking, as casually as possible. "Society has begun to evolve." Kevin joked. Heather nudged him, laughing.

"Lot of big women." Erica remarked.

"Lot of infected women." Heather corrected.

"But not... as big as I thought?" Erica tried. They had all begun to notice that, though these women were big, none of them were any taller than 6'6". It was becoming apparent that the three women in their party who were on the other side of the estimate were drawing stares.

Ashley looked out at the sea of faces. She could see over everyone's head. It was a strange feeling. She found it a little hard to breathe. Rebecca grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "We can go, if you want." She whispered.

A woman approached them. She was a cute, brunette woman, just a little taller than Heather. "Excuse me." she muttered. They all looked at her. Here it was. The first of many questions. Who brought the freaks. Why did you get so tall. Are you going to make us sicker.

"Where did you get those dresses?" the brunette asked. A collective sigh erupted from the group as they laughed. Heather went on to explain the hellish night of stitching and sewing they went through to be the most fashionable people at Pandemic Prom. A crowd was beginning to form, listening to their escapades. 

"Well, you'd really have to do that." the brunette added. "Given how big you all got." The others nodded sagely.

"Were you tall to start with, or something?" A man in the crowd asked.

"We were all mostly average." Heather replied.

"I was tall." Erica added.

"You still are, babe." Pat corrected. She smiled, and kissed him.

"I was five foot two until a couple days ago." The brunette said. "Now I'm six three and I can bench press my mattress."

"So you got really bored too, I see." Ashley laughed.

"Oh, so bored. And like..." the brunette leaned in close to Ashley. "Kinda horny."

The other women nodded in the group. It was a side effect. "I'm just glad you guys didn't kick us out for being the tallest freaks at the party."

"You're not the tallest." One man replied. They all looked at him. "The gal at the other end of the bar, there. She's been here for hours. I don't think even your blue dress friend would beat her."

The Immune Squad turned to the other end of the bar. They saw an even bigger crowd of people, mostly men, talking to a blonde woman with her back turned to them. Even from a distance, they could tell she was massive. Rebecca nudged Ashley and Marlene forward, toward the towering woman in the bedsheet toga. She wanted to see for herself just how big this woman was compared to their two heaviest height hitters.

Ashley and Marlene slowly crept forward, with their friends just behind them. The brunette tagged along just to see it all shake out. As Ashley got closer, she could tell this woman was already several inches taller than her. She had to be over seven feet. And her head of long blonde hair was shaking as she laughed at the army of suitors in front of her. As the head shook more and more, Marlene caught a glimpse of her face. Just inches from her now, they both stopped dead in their tracks.

"Tracey!?"

Tiny Tracey spun around and looked down at all her friends. "You guys made it!" she roared.