Heather sat down on the couch in Room 432, eyes glued to her phone. She scrolled through the newsfeed, sliding it up as far as it would go, watching it load the same stories over and over. The national news droned on in the background. "Heather, I think you should take a break." Kevin said, walking up to her. "You're getting into obsession-mode again".

"I'm not obsessed, Kevin. I'm staying informed. We're in a crisis." Heather insisted.

"Well information isn't going to solve it. Staying calm and safe will." Kevin replied.

"I'm calm!" Heather shouted, not meaning to shout. Why won't this feed load? There had to be more information. She looked up at the TV. They were discussing the new strain of the virus, and how people were being affected. It sounded like every other strain, but the anchor was trying his damndest to make this information sound essential. They cut through a montage of women, all very tall, doing different tasks and jobs with their expanded heights. Some had turned it into a social media challenge. Heather rolled her eyes as a grid of dancers doing the same moves popped on the screen.

"Heather," Kevin said very carefully. "You don't exactly look... calm." He stared into her eyes, above her flushed cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder. "I think you should take another test."

"What?" Heather shot up. "Do you think..." she couldn't bear to finish. "I was negative 2 hours ago, Kevin. I've been here this whole time. There's no way."

"Maybe it was a false negative. Look." he brought her over to the bathroom sink. She looked at herself in the mirror, Kevin holding her shoulders behind her. Her face was certainly red. She touched her cheeks, feeling their unnatural warmth.

"They only gave us four tests. Who knows when they'll give more. What if we use them all up too fast and they don't let us leave when the time comes?"

"Well they won't let us leave if you have it either." Kevin replied.

"Let's just... take it easy for a minute. I just got myself worked up. People can get flushed for a lot of reasons. It doesn't have to be the virus." Heather had moved to the bed. She flipped the TV to a sitcom rerun, and threw her phone on the couch across the room. "Let's take it easy before we get too worked up." She tugged on the collar of her button-up blouse. She had brought only nice clothes, thinking they'd be out every day and she'd need to look presentable. Now only Kevin would see her for the next week, at least. As she tugged and adjusted it, she'd wished to heaven that she'd brought just one t-shirt.

Kevin sat with her on the bed. He kissed her forehead and she leaned against his shoulder. "I know you're taking this seriously. Just promise me you won't feel the need to take charge like you always do if things... don't go your way."

Heather kissed him. "I promise. No Helicopter Heather on vacation." Kevin kissed her back. Their kiss evolved as their arms wrapped around each other. They had yet to even consider hotel sex, and now it was suddenly thrust upon them. Kevin's lips explored Heather's neck as she dug her fingers into his hair. She moaned with pleasure as he caressed her breasts. She stuck her legs between his, feeling her sex warm behind her slacks as it rubbed against Kevin. She sucked in air between her perfect teeth, letting her fingers dig into Kevin's back. 

Then, she felt an uncomfortable jolt. She sunk her nails into Kevin's back too hard. "Ow!" he jumped away from her. "Be careful!"

"You be careful!" Heather shot back. "You're grabbing my tits too tight."

"Heather, it may be hard to believe, but I wasn't grabbing your tits." Kevin said, nervously. He looked down at her shirt.

Heather's eyes grew wide. She let them slowly roll down to her own body. Just below, she saw little arcs forming between each button of her blouse. Her shirt just barely didn't fit. It pressed firmly against her skin where it had only even laid flat against her stomach, and curved naturally with her breasts. She tugged at it, trying to adjust. But there was no adjusting. "Oh god."

"Do you want to take another test?" Kevin asked. He stood up from the bed, holding out a hand to help her up. She stood up, and up. Too far up. She looked up at Kevin's 5'8" frame, her eyes only an inch from his. 

"I don't think I need to." she replied. She had grown two inches since this morning. Or at least she could only assume. What if she had been growing all night and never noticed. Where could she have gotten it from? The lobby? The bar? Was Rebecca lying about how contagious she still was? The bitch.

No. She shouldn't do that. Rebecca had always been honest, and kind. Heather let that thought comfort her as the worry of how much she would change started to overtake her mind. "Hold me, Kevin."

Kevin took his larger wife in his arms. He stroked her chestnut hair, trying to remain calm. He had never cared about height. He never saw the point, being not too tall, not too short. When he met Heather, she was just beautiful. Height had never even entered the equation. He thought now, about how quickly this was setting in. How much taller his wife would be than him once it had all ended. He sat her down next to him and flipped back to the news.

"Thank you." Heather said, stifling a tear. The news showed more images of women changed by the virus. As Heather gasped with each one, Kevin couldn't help but focus on the men in the images. The look of anxious shock was one he felt his face making at that moment. They had been so careful for so long. Kevin had even made fun of how overly-cautious Heather had been. And now they were part of this.

Heather knew she was being overly-cautious. She knew wiping down grocery bags and wearing a mask in her car didn't help much. But she had loved her life. She had planned so much for their future, and she was terrified of what could happen if one unexpected thing occurred. Now she had two unexpected "things" over the course of a few hours, and expected more "things" to come. "Kevin." she asked quietly.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

"I think... something's happening." she said very carefully. "And I don't want to look."

Kevin looked at her in her frightened eyes. He heard the faintest creaking noise, and followed it down to her breasts. The arcs between the buttons had grown wider in the hour since they had sat down to let the news wash over them. He could see her bra poking out between them, also scrunched into the fabric. It looked very uncomfortable. "I can fix it for you." he whispered. His hand crept down her back, and unhooked her bra. There was a loosening sound, and Heather sighed gratefully.

"Thank you." she moaned. She didn't want to touch herself. If she did, it would become real, and she was clinging to the life raft of denial with all her might. But, a sound broke through that illusion with a very tiny pop.

Kevin watched as Heather's breasts, now released from their confines, burst out further, and popped the top two buttons of Heather's blouse. Her eyes shot down, now no longer able to ignore them. Her large breasts billowed out, jiggling as they settled in their new positions. Her bra slipped down her tight shirt even further, making her a lumpy, tightened mass. "I guess I should probably take this shirt off." she cooed.

"We're not going anywhere." Kevin assured. Heather's hands slipped down her shirt, unbuttoning each button at a time. As she did, the shirt snapped away, letting more flesh creep out from its vacuum sealed container. Kevin watched as she unbuttoned the last one, and the shirt became more of a curtain, draped over her expanded chest. He saw her stomach below, now looking tight and firm. He thought back to the hour Heather spent in the gym every day, still unable to get rid of that last layer of fat she detested so much. Age had begun to be unkind to her, and in the matter of hours, had reversed itself entirely. He had never seen Heather look so fit in his life. He assumed she hadn't either.

He carefully moved his hand down past her shoulder, letting it feel along her breasts as his fingers crept along her stomach, investigating the new firm lines forming on it. It settled on the side of her ass, giving it a squeeze. He couldn't help himself. Heather smiled. Her mountain of worry had begun to shrink with the subtle ecstasy growing inside her chest. The news had said many women had experienced mild euphoria once the initial side effects had taken hold. She nodded in agreement to that, turning to look into Kevin's eyes. "What were we doing before?" She kissed him, firmly. He had to catch himself as they fell on the bed. Her new breasts pressed into his chest like pillows. He pushed her up, feeling them behind the curtains of her blouse. His fingers circled along her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingers through her hair as she grinded on top of him. Suddenly, it felt uncomfortable to be wearing pants for the both of them.

"Wait." they said at the same time. They had been fucking consistently and expertly for over a decade. Their rhythm was completely in sync.

They stood up, unzipping and unbuttoning everything required. Kevin looked up at Heather with a mischievous look, and stopped. Heather watched him stop, and did the same. "What?"

He stood up straight, and grabbed Heather's shoulders. She was still bent over, removing the last bit of pants from around her long, thin ankle. He put her in the upright position and stared... up at her. "Oh goooood." Heather moaned. "Are you ok with this? You can tell me if you're not ok with this. People have been seeing specialists, and I was reading how there's almost something they can do abou-"

Kevin pulled her into a kiss, the most passionate one of the night by far if you're keeping score. Heather melted into his arms, adjusting herself as her tongue searched deeper into his mouth. She'd never kissed a man shorter than herself. She guessed she'd have to get used to it. She tossed him on the bed, following quickly so she was back on top.

Kevin grabbed her swelling ass as she mounted him. His firm cock found its way inside of her. It knew the way. Heather gasped, feeling him fill her. She smiled, grabbing his chest as she bounced slowly up and down his shaft. Kevin moaned. He watched her breasts rise and fall, larger than he'd ever seen before as her neck craned upward in pleasure. He grabbed her breasts, massaging them as he listened to her moans grow louder and felt her slide up and down his member.

He rose up, repositioning himself so they both sat on the bed, pressed against each other. He took control, fucking her faster and faster as she grabbed him tightly around his back. Her hands met each other for the first time briefly, before they dug into his shoulder blades with uncontrolled ecstasy. She felt his hands around her breasts, then along her sides and her ass, exploring every part of her new self. They gently slid up her neck, touching her ears as she felt more and more aroused. With the tug of an ear, and one final, sudden kiss, she exploded. Her orgasm rang across the room like a church bell. Kevin let out his own pleasured scream as they settled into bliss.

Heather covered her mouth, quick shame filling her large body. She felt like a kid again, sneaking around to fuck her boyfriend. But then it all came back to her. She was a woman. More woman than she had ever been. She gave Kevin a pleasant peck on the lips and slid away from him, lying on the bed. Kevin followed, collapsing into her arms. They laid there for awhile, cuddling quietly.

"So I guess it's not as bad as the news says." Heather stated.

"No, it's much worse." Kevin replied. She laughed, and punched him on the arm. He winced. She was already getting stronger.

"I'm sorry, honey. I really didn't mean it." Heather pleaded.

"We're in the adjustment period." Kevin admitted, letting her massage his shoulder and kiss it better. She continued to kiss him, working her way along his chest, all the way down his stomach. He felt her pert breasts slide along his body as her mouth found his penis. He gasped as she wrapped her lips so easily around it. His eyes fluttered back as she sucked on it, slowly, passionately.

Then he looked forward. Her wet pussy was staring right back at him. It was usually much further down. He moved forward, kissing her sex carefully as he heard her moan quietly, her mouth full. He moved his tongue around the lips of her pussy, sliding along deeper as he found her clit. They both moaned as they continued to explore until finally they both, quietly came again.

Heather turned herself around, pressing her ass against Kevin's spent dick. He looked up at her. "So what now?" he asked.

She stood up from the bed, holding her hand out to help him up. His head stopped at her nose. She smiled at him. "We find a robe." she said, her eyes pointing down at the small clothes beneath her massive body. "And a tape measurer, if we can."