Dave grabbed an empty cup from the kitchenette, and dropped his phone inside it. The music echoed out, carrying across all of Room 412, as he shimmied back to the group of three. Rebecca yelled excitedly, shaking her hips back and forth. "Remember how we all used to run out to the dance floor for this one?"
"That I do." Dave said, dancing up to her. Rebecca blushed. She moved closer to Dave, letting her hips sway against his as she took another sip of wine. Her arms fell over his shoulders as his hands made their way to her hips. They swayed along to the beat, sipping and laughing. This was the first time she looked a dance partner in the eye. It felt good.
Pat and Erica were dancing together, holding hands and keeping a fun and friendly distance. Erica's stomach curved up and down as she arced herself to the rhythm of the beat. Pat watched the creamy skin of her bare midriff swirl with each motion. His eyes wandered up past her breasts into her eyes. She was looking at him expectantly. "You can touch it, you know." she purred.
Pat smiled. He pulled her in close, and spun her around. She laughed, pressing her ass against him as she continued her curving spiral dance. Pat felt her dig into him with each twist. She looked back at him, with a grin. She had to look slightly down now, but the years of wearing heels to bars had made her used to that. It was like they were in college again, except for the fact that her bare feet scratched against that damned beige berber.
Dave swayed with the motion. He couldn't stop staring into Rebecca's deep, brown eyes as he felt his whole body warm up. Was it the alcohol? The close contact? What would Pat and Erica think if he kissed Rebecca in front of them? They were all friends, let's just keep it friendly.
Rebecca kissed him quickly, like an invitation. She pulled away looking at him with a giddy smile. Dave felt his indecision plucked from him with that kiss, as he moved in for another. They kissed, pecking gently at one another. Their bodies grinded against each other as the kisses lasted longer and longer.
Erica saw Pat's eyes shoot forward. He nodded for her to look ahead at the budding romance. She chuckled quietly, and then felt her competitive streak roar awake. She began to dance deeper against Pat, pushing her ass deeper and more seductively against him as she grabbed his hands, moving them up from her hips, and guiding them around her stomach, up her breasts and more. Pat's attention shifted back to her.
She spun around, lifting her leg onto the bed, as she let her crotch grind as deeply as possible against Pat's. She glared at him with primal sexuality, letting their bodies do all the talking. Pat tried his best to hold on as his member began to swell.
Dave and Rebecca's dance had moved toward the wall before stopping entirely. Rebecca stood, pressed against the thin, white wall of Room 412. She was kissing Dave deeply, passionately. Their tongues had found each other, doing their own dance now. Dave felt Rebecca put her whole body against him, as her long leg wrapped around his, trapping him in place. He squeezed her ass, hearing a muffled moan inside their kiss.
The playlist stopped. It snapped everyone out of it. "College reunion after all." Pat said, stepping up from the bed and adjusting his shirt. Erica stood next to him, untying her own shirt back to its normal place. She straightened it, watching as the fabric refused to cover her stomach. It hit her again. She was still growing. Even looking down, she had to crane her neck over her breasts. She had never had to do that before. It was affecting her all over. Her pants felt tight and constricting. She looked up at Rebecca's knowing face, her mouth twisted in a sympathetic half-smile.
"I think I'm going to go to bed. My own bed, if that's alright." She grabbed her bag, and headed toward the door, before turning around. "Thanks, all of you. For distracting me from all... this." she gestured to her body, swelling out of its top. Her skin was beginning to lip further out from her pants. Rebecca hugged her again, feeling their eyes meet before pulling her close. Erica realized then they were the same height. Two inches over the course of a day. And she had a whole week of possible side effects to look forward to. She hugged Rebecca firmly.
"You text me if you need anything." Rebecca said.
"We can pick back up tomorrow, if you want. Same time, same place." Dave added, with a wink. She smiled, waving goodbye to him as she walked out the door. Pat was right behind her.
"Where are you going?" she asked, as he followed her down the hall.
"My room. It's right next to your's, remember?" Pat answered quickly.
"Right." Erica said. She felt a flutter of disappointment in her chest she didn't expect. "Thanks again for coming to get me. It would have been hell doing that by myself."
"Happy to help." Pat said.
"And sorry if I went a little... overboard back there. I got too worked up with the nostalgia." Erica continued.
"I didn't mind at all. It's a party after all." They stopped in front of Pat's room, holding hands as they stared at one another. The hall was silent.
"We spent all yesterday talking about me." Erica started, trying to break the spell. "What's up with you? Are you seeing anybody?"
Pat smiled. "No, I'm not seeing anybody."
Silence fell over the hall again. Erica's distraction failed. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then." Pat added. He walked into his room and shut the door.
Erica stood there, knowing full well she had been baited. She breathed heavily, her mind racing. Pat knew exactly what to do to make her go that extra inch. Right now, that extra inch was inevitable in more ways than one.
Pat leaned against the opposite side of the door, smiling stupidly. He didn't have to wait long for the quiet knock.
He opened the door. "You can sleep in my bed with me tonight if you-" She kissed him, gently, lovingly. Her hand slid down his cheek as she shut the door behind her.
Back in Room 412, Dave and Rebecca had begun to tidy the place up as much as necessary so Dave could sleep. Rebecca grabbed the glasses off the floor. Dave stopped, watching her breasts hang down the exposed top of her sundress. They swayed gently as her arms moved around the floor, grabbing every little item she could find. She rose back up, unaware of the effect she'd just had on Dave.
"Well, it's mostly back to normal." she chirped. "This was really fun, Dave. Thanks for not kicking me out."
"You're always welcome here, Rebecca. You brought the fun with you." Dave replied, shaking the empty bottle in front of her.
"There's more where that came from! I came stocked." Rebecca bounced. Was she doing it on purpose?
They fell into silence, staring at each other.
"Well I guess I'd better get to bed, myself." Rebecca finally said.
"Yep, me too. Another day of doing nothing ahead of us." Dave said stretching out animatedly.
"Yeah. It's such a long way back to my room, too." Rebecca said, pushing her arms behind her back and shoving her chest forward. She looked at him with those same puppy dog eyes. Oh my god, she was doing it on purpose.
Dave laughed nervously, "Not too long a walk with those legs of your's." he tried.
"You really like them, don't you?" Rebecca said. She shuffled toward him, letting her legs strut forward as she bounced with every step. "It was quite the thing, getting used to them. Being this tall. Your whole body just moves... different."
She was right on top of him now. It was his turn to be pressed against the wall. Her arms moved from her back to his as she gave him a rub along his sides, before her fingers found his cock. She stroked his crotch, feeling the jeans stiffen. "It was smart getting that big bed just for yourself. Did you think you'd have company at some point?"
"It crossed my mind." he stammered.
"You have company now? What say we entertain her?" She moved close to his face, kissing him. He didn't kiss back. She looked at him, a little hurt.
His eyes couldn't help but look at the door. He thought of Ashley. She hadn't texted the group since that morning. He'd hoped she was ok. It burned him that they couldn't be together without the risk of harming her. Rebecca saw in his eyes the longing sadness. She remembered that same look senior year when he said goodbye to her roommate some ten years ago. Guilt crept into her mind. She'd had her fun. It was time to go.
She kissed Dave on the cheek. "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow." Dave sighed.
She released him, spinning toward the door and blew him a kiss. "You're a good egg, Dave." She said, shutting the door.
Rebecca walked out into the hallway. There was no one in sight. Pat and Erica must have already gotten to bed. She wondered if they went to bed together. She looked forward at Room 411 in front of her. Ashley was behind that door. Her best friend, her college roommate. She had seen that familiar electricity behind her eyes when she spoke to Dave on the edge of the pool. She didn't know what came over her, but she had to cut in. She kicked herself, letting her emotions get the better of her. It was so hard now, almost like she had become a completely different person. She had to adjust not only to the way she saw things now, but how everyone else saw her, too.
The little mousy friend who could get away with being extra flirty, get away with stealing attention, because she was harmless. She was gone. Rebecca was a stunning, impressive figure, just under 6 feet tall. She drew eyes wherever she went. But who knows for how long? Erica was already staring her right in the eyes. If everyone else got infected, she could go back to being the short friend again.
Rebecca huffed. So be it. She did it before. She'd do it again. This time her male friends would be on equal footing at least. She strutted down the hall to her room, feeling good about herself. A door creaked open behind her, and she spun around. A man in a mask crept out quietly into the hallway. He locked eyes with her, looking frightened.
"Sorry! I didn't bring a mask. I'm not infectious. I just had it, so I still have... Kevin?"
"Rebecca... um. What's up?" Kevin whispered.
"I was going to bed," Rebecca explained. "What's up with you?" She eyed him suspiciously.
"I was just going to grab some things for Heather. Don't want to risk..."
"Well you could still get it and pass it to her, Kevin. She knows that." Rebecca insisted.
"Right, well..." Kevin had nothing. The door behind him opened a crack. A voice shot out, "Who are you talking to?"
"Heather, it's just me. You can come out, I'm not contagious, remember?"
There was a silence behind the door. Rebecca was concerned, but an excited feeling slowly rose inside her.
"I am." Heather finally said, defeated.
Rebecca gasped. "No! Show me."
"No." Heather shot back.
"Show me! Come on." Rebecca pleaded.
"No, I'm naked." Heather whisper-shouted back. "Kevin is trying to get me a robe or something. The front desk said they left amenities at the stairwell entrances."
"Come on, I won't tell anybody." Rebecca pushed past Kevin who was completely at a loss for strategy. "We're adults here, aren't we." She whipped the door open, and Heather stifled a scream. She pulled the bedsheets up to her neck like a toga, covering her large body.
"Holy shit." Rebecca said, in awe.
"Keep your voice down." Heather shushed.
"You must have grown half a foot in a day."
"We think less than that. I was going to see if they had tape measurers or something in the stairwell." Kevin added, trying to be helpful.
"Why didn't you text us? You could have come be with the Immune Squad." Rebecca said.
"I was embarrassed, obviously. And what if I did? You would have all watched me bust out of my shirt."
"Pat would have loved that." Kevin teased.
"I am not going anywhere near Patrick Killham until I have some clothes that fit." Heather stated defiantly.
"Well, you might have been more fine than you think. He's only had eyes for Erica all day." Rebecca replied.
"Oh, Erica. How is she?" Heather said, shifting perfectly to concern.
"She's good. She probably grew an inch or two while she was with us."
"That's it?!" Heather shouted, this time forgetting to whisper. "She gets a beesting and they unload a whole mack truck on me?" Heather stood up straight, showing off her new height in full to emphasize her point.
"It affects everyone differently, Heather." Kevin assured. "You probably just got all your's out early."
She glared down at Kevin. She was not amused. "I'll just go look for that robe." Kevin concluded, shimmying away from his wife's cold gaze.
Heather watched him go, arms crossed below her ample chest. She looked over at Rebecca, whose eyes were fixed on her. "What?" She asked. "Ok, so I'm taller. It's happening all over the country."
"I'll say you're taller." Rebecca replied. "Taller than me."
"No!" Heather was back to whisper shouting. She hunched back over, unwilling to discover the truth.
"You sure it was less than half a foot?" Rebecca tried to hide the joy in her voice. "Stand up straight."
Heather shook her head.
"Come on. I'm the best tape measurer you have at the moment." Rebecca stood up straight, creeping toward Heather behind the door. Heather's eyes filled with more concern as she approached. Slowly, she sighed, standing back up straight.
Heather stared directly at the top of Rebecca's head. "Oh god."
"Gotta be at least a couple inches. Congratulations, Heather. You're the tallest friend now." Rebecca replied.
"Good night, Rebecca." Heather said quickly, slamming the door in her face. Rebecca jumped back, surprised. She stifled her laugh as Kevin hurried back toward the door, a stack of robes and other trinkets piled in his hands. "Good night, Rebecca." he repeated, this time nicer, as he disappeared inside his room.
Rebecca laughed again. Crazy world.
She sauntered back to her room, letting herself fantasize about what tomorrow would hold.
Down the hall, in Room 428, Pat and Erica snuggled quietly on the bed. She had fallen asleep rather quickly in his arms. He chose to be big spoon, even if the title was misleading at this point. He pulled her close, feeling her breathe soundly in his grasp. He let the rhythmic sound of her slumber carry him off to sleep, trying his best to ignore her heel slide ever so slowly down his leg.