"I'm sorry", Ashley said as Dave ushered her through the doorway.

"What are you apologizing for?" Dave asked. "You didn't do anything."

"I'm just stopping by unannounced, and it's so late. And you guys were in the middle of something." Ashley gestured to the Immune Squad, still seated in a circle along the bed fort, moving their shirts from their mouths as they recognized the still diminutive form of Ashley. Rebecca dashed to her feet and pulled her former roommate into a hug.

"You were always invited. You were just never infected." Rebecca assured. Ashley hugged her back, tight. She'd almost forgotten how much bigger Rebecca had become, having only seen her that one night before this whole mess began.

"Infected, but asymptomatic. At least so far. Nothing feels... different yet." Ashley said.

"When did you test positive?" Kevin asked, standing up himself.

"This morning. Spent a bit in denial, no symptoms and all, but I just tested again and that line was dark as hell. And I could hear you guys still going from across the hall, so I said... why not?" Ashley watched as Pat and Kevin approached her. They both looked the same as they always had, drunker than usual. But that was to be expected. Dave and Rebecca set to work making Ashley a welcome cocktail at the desk bar. 

Ashley looked over at Heather and Erica, both spread out on the bed fort wearing loose, lumpy clothing. "Well I expected to see you here, Erica. But Kevin?" She was careful not to call out Heather so early. Ashley knew this would be a sore spot for her always-careful friend.

"Yeah, we tested positive yesterday. Decided to see what all the fuss was about." Kevin replied.

Ashley, drink in hand, walked over to the two seated women. They both smiled up at her, waiting for the obvious interrogation to begin. Ashley looked down at their cross-legged forms, not as low as she expected. She just smiled. She wasn't going to be the one to start. She was going to make them do it.

"So... you guys get any symptoms, or do you just like wearing your partner's clothes for fun?" Ashley teased. She suddenly felt overdressed in her own jeans and button-up flannel blouse. She slipped her shoes off in a gesture of comfort solidarity.

"We are experiencing mild symptoms, yes." Heather replied, trying to hide her enjoyment.

"How mild we talking?" Ashley prodded.

Heather turned to Erica, a smile on her face. Erica nodded back. They uncrossed their legs and stood up straight, walking right up to Ashley.

Ashley's eyes widened to their limit as she found herself staring straight at her two college friend's chests. "Relatively mild." Erica said from above.

"Six four and six two." Rebecca said, rushing over, placing her arms around both her taller friend's shoulders. "We measured on the wall this afternoon."

Ashley turned following Rebecca's nod to the wall with the markings on it. She walked up to it, staring up at the original 5'11" stamp Rebecca had made with her own height. It still looked over half a foot away from her. She wondered if she would stay at that perspective, and for how long. She turned back to the trio of smiling amazons staring at her. "Been a pretty interesting couple days, I guess." she tried.

"Oh that's all over and done with now. We were just about to play poker." Erica said, switching gears. She moved her long legs back toward the mattress and plopped herself down, picking her cards back up where they lay.

"Strip poker!" Pat said, joining her. The others followed to the mattress, reassembling the circle. Ashley looked unsure. She thought about seeing her friends' new bodies so intimately. She had just seen so much of them at the pool, especially Rebecca. Her concern was mixed a bit too much with intrigue at the notion of fully comprehending their changes. It was for her health, after all.

"It's absolutely not strip poker." Heather corrected. "Kevin, Dave, and I will be wagering drinks."

Ashley sighed. Dave walked up behind her, placing his arm on her shoulder. "You can bet whichever you like, Ashley. It's a friendly game."

"Yeah, money's fine, too." Kevin added. "How much are you pulling in these days, Ash?"

"I'll stick with drinks." Ashley laughed, joining the circle with Dave. "But I reserve the right to change my mind at any time."

The cards were dealt again. Antes were placed. Several folded. The first hand came down to Pat and Heather. Heather lost, her bluff falling to pieces before everyone's eyes. She took a drink, trying to be conservative. "Oh no you don't!" Ashley encouraged, tipping her drink further toward her mouth. Heather glared at her. Ashley was taken aback. This was the first Heather glare she'd gotten that came from above.

"I'll do it with you." Ashley squeaked, taking a sip of her own drink. Heather nodded in approval.

Soon the game began to spiral. Pat had played it loose, already having lost both his socks, and his shirt. The shirt came off first for reasons known only to Pat, and Erica if she was paying attention. She was. Through her booze-soaked gaze she could see exactly what her prodigal lover was doing. And she wasn't entirely against it. She remembered from that first night at the pool how well he had kept in shape. She steeled herself, trying to disguise her lustful gaze with a poker face. She was in it to win.

"Full house." Pat said, slapping her out of her thoughts. Erica looked down at her own hand as she showed it to the group. Just a pair of eights. The poker face failed. The half-naked Pat looked at her. "Sure you're ready to pay up?" he asked, with genuine concern.

"Well, yes." she stammered, staring at the crowd of drunken gamblers. No one but Pat had removed anything yet. The other losers had just taken drinks, and Rebecca was playing a surprisingly sharp game, still fully clothed. "It's just I'm only wearing this hoodie, the pants, and... my underwear."

"Sounds like you can only lose three times, then." Rebecca teased. Pat shot her a look. He turned to Erica, making her feel like it was ok if she didn't want to go through with this. She wrinkled her nose, lost in indecision.

Heather started dealing the cards again, hoping to plow through the awkwardness, but Erica stood up suddenly. They all stared up at her, amazed by her towering figure. She grabbed her waist, and shot her PJ pants down around her ankles in an instant, kicking them at the victorious Pat. The gamblers watched as her long, shapely legs came to rest. Erica was always quite willowy, but her new enhancements had filled out her hips and thighs noticeably. Her thin panties clung to her soft, pale skin, leaving deep imprints.

She sat back down, crossing her legs again with just a hint of flush on her cheeks. "Deal the next one."

And deal Heather did. Hand after hand met with more sips and more cheers. Erica got over her shyness with record time and a good deal of alcohol. She cozied up closer to Pat, letting her naked thighs nestle against his own. Pat only moved his cards closer to his chest. But deep down, he knew whatever happened going forward, he was winning.

All the while Ashley became accustomed to the vibe of the Immune Squad. She had heard the low rumble of music and mirth for the last few days, and it felt so freeing to finally join it. She found herself pleasantly drunk, and doing a damn fine job of keeping herself in the game. Dave sat next to her, with Rebecca on the other side of him. She watched her formerly mousy roommate completely control the room with her confidence. It was a new dynamic to get used to, but she was so proud of Rebecca for feeling comfortable in her own skin.

And then she saw even more skin, as Rebecca found herself losing for the first time that night. Without a moment's hesitation, she whipped off her tight athletic top, revealing a sports bra pressed tight against her large breasts. Ashley had seen her take her shirt off many times when they shared a dorm, but this felt totally brand new. She saw Dave watch, his eyes practically bugging out, and found herself feeling jealous. 

Of course she had feelings for Dave. He wasn't the only one hoping to spark something on this vacation. When the quarantine orders were put in place, Ashley surprised herself by how disappointed she was. It was always meant to be a little fling. Her love life wasn't so terrible as to stake it all on a weekend with an old friend. And yet, seeing him now watch Rebecca in her bra and tight yoga pants, she felt the green monster grow stronger in her. Her chest felt tight, and her arms felt a little weak.

"Oh like it's not anything you hadn't seen before." Rebecca teased the group.

"We all remember your little pool game." Heather agreed.

"It's not one to forget." Pat added. Erica nudged him.

"I don't intend to lose again." Rebecca said with mock intensity. "Sorry to disappoint." She turned to Dave now, letting her back straighten as her breasts pressed more against her sports bra. As she flicked one eye open, she also caught Ashley's twisted grimace before it flashed away. Guilt crept in. She knew Ashley's feelings for Dave, and Dave had made his feelings known all too well the night before. But he had been so flirtatious with her all day. She had won him, without any need for a card game. She thought of all the boyfriends Ashley had cycled through while little Rebecca could barely get a third date. The game was still on, wasn't it? Why not try to win?

She leaned closer to Dave, letting her breast nudge against his arm. "Unless you try your best to beat me, of course."

"I'm all in!" Ashley said, a little louder than she meant to. The game had proceeded as Rebecca simmered next to Dave. Most had folded and it came down to Rebecca, Dave, and Ashley. Of course. Ashley breathed heavy. The alcohol was making it harder to contain herself, and she was completely flustered by Rebecca's new forward approach. She had to step up her game.

"You're asymptomatic you said, Ashley?" Kevin asked, concerned.

"I'm just drunk. I always get flushed when I drink." Ashley shot back.

"Do your shirts shrink when you're drunk too?" Kevin replied.

They all looked at Ashley now, having been distracted by Rebecca's recent moves on Dave. Ashley looked down at herself. The buttons on her shirt were beginning to bow, and her midriff was starting to bow out from her pants.

"Buttons." Heather said. "Rookie mistake."

"What do I do?" Ashley asked, perplexed.

"You mostly just roll with it." Erica assured. The other women nodded in solemn agreement.

"Should I-"

"I'm in as well." Rebecca interrupted, slamming her cards on the mattress. Dave sensed a tension between the woman on either side of him growing by the second. The tension, that is. Only one woman was literally growing by the second.

"I fold." he relented.

Rebecca flipped her cards over, revealing a pair of twos. A dastardly trick. Ashley smiled, gently placing her cards down next to them. A high ace. She'd lost perfectly. Rebecca swallowed her grumbles as she handed Ashley a freshly poured cocktail.

"You know, I think I might switch my game up a little." Ashley said, setting the cocktail down next to her. Heather watched her, concerned. The dominoes were falling.

"It's just that I'm a little uncomfortable at the moment. Would you guys be offended if I used my loss to get a little... freer?" The men shook their heads. So did Erica. She was fully drunk and ready for some action.

"You think the shirt?" Ashley asked, watching as the group began to eat out of her hand. "Nah, I think the jeans are the main culprit here."

She leaned down to unbutton her jeans, and in doing so, put too much pressure on her already-strained shirt. The top four buttons shot off in all directions, freeing her swelled breasts all at once. Luckily, she was wearing an undershirt. She giggled, standing up to slide her pants down with some effort. "Does that count as an ante?"

Rebecca couldn't help but laugh. She stood up, helping her friend shimmy out of her tight jeans. She also couldn't help but notice that Ashley was still significantly shorter than herself. As the jeans were torn off, Ashley let out a relieved sigh. "If you'll allow me?"

She sauntered over to the marks on the wall. She looked up at Rebecca's 5'11" mark, still some inches away. The others stood up with her to look.

"Looks like just an inch or two." Heather remarked.

"Is that bad?" Ashley asked.

"It's not bad or good." Erica said, draping her heavy arm around Ashley. "Just be glad it's still going slow for you."

Ashley turned to Dave. Her eyes met just above his lips. Those lips were looking quite enticing at the moment, too. "What do you think?" she purred.

"I gave up thinking that night at the bar." Dave replied. "I'm taking it as they come."

"Good answer." Ashley replied, removing the space between them completely.

"Back to the game, then?" Rebecca pleaded excitedly.

"I'm kind of over it." Erica said, stretching out. "It feels weird sitting cross legged now. A little cramped."

"Agreed." Heather replied.

"So what now?" Rebecca asked.

Pat rescued the dwindling enthusiasm with the sudden burst of music. "We get back to partying." He danced by himself, as the others watched. Erica laughed. He motioned her to join him, which only made her laugh more. Then her eyes became clear and focused. She rocked her wide, exposed hips back and forth, letting them wiggle as she made her way to Pat. Her hips found his, as they swayed together. Pat looked up at her, his head bobbing just above her bouncing breasts. Even in the hoodie, the movement was difficult to hide. She wrapped her long arms around him as they danced against each other to the rhythm.

Kevin watched, laughing at his smaller friend completely woo his larger love. He barely had time to react when Heather spun him around with ease. She wrapped her own arms around him, a look of sultry glee in her eyes. He smiled, letting his hands find her hips. She was the only one still fully clothed of all the women, but to him she was the hottest woman in any room.

Dave laughed as the couples danced to the pulsing rhythm. He realized then that two women were standing on either side of him. And they both were beginning to bop to the beat, themselves. Rebecca and Ashley both shot him looks as their dancing became more pronounced. Dave chuckled, and danced along, letting his hips smack against both of them as he swayed back and forth. They all laughed, as they circled around each other, turning the dance into a happy little trio.

Dave watched as Ashley's enhanced chest bounced behind her now too small bra. Rebecca danced even more excitedly, letting her breasts jump behind the confines of her own sports bra. The competition was rearing its head again. Dave watched it happen with growing concern as they both spun him back and forth between them, vying to dance with him head on. Alone.

With a quick move, he grabbed Rebecca's hand and twirled her into Ashley. Their swaying breasts touched in an instant, and they blushed. They were thrown off guard, looking at Dave who danced by himself now, egging them on. They smiled at each other, before letting themselves sway against one another. Rebecca felt Ashley's underwear press against her thin yoga pants. She blushed even harder as she stared down at her giggling roommate. Rebecca laughed too, spinning Ashley around as she let her press her ass against her.

Ashley grinded against Rebecca, feeling her taller friend's hands hold on for dear life. She knew Dave was watching, and she knew exactly what she was doing as she danced deeper and deeper into Rebecca's groin. She snapped up, and Rebecca grabbed her stomach, looping around what was left of the buttons on her shirt. Ashley had never danced with a woman this tall before. She couldn't help but marvel even more at the changes her roommate had gone through only so recently. She looked down at her own destroyed shirt and discarded jeans. There was no knowing what would happen to her as the days went on.

She looked over at Erica, pressing her breasts into Pat's face like no one was watching. This towering woman, always tall but now exceptionally so. Pat was eating it up completely. And there was Heather, who used to be just about her height. Well, her former height. Now her 5'8" husband was staring at her chin as he tried his best to keep up with her powerful moves.

Rebecca grabbed Ashley by the hand and spun her with a flourish. They both laughed again as they danced with some distance, letting themselves catch their breath. Or at least, that's what Rebecca wanted Ashley to think. She was on Dave in only a couple steps, immediately grinding against him, and running her hands through his hair. Dave couldn't help himself. It felt amazing as they danced faster and faster with each other. 

Rebecca spun around him, letting her tits press against his back as her hands explored his now open groin. Ashley watched, her face becoming more flush. She stomped over to them, and began grinding her ass against Dave in defiance. The other couples watched, suppressing their laughter as Dave was sandwiched between the two furiously dancing women. His face bounced between terror and ecstasy as it carried on.

Suddenly, Ashley spun around and kissed him. Her eyes almost locked with Rebecca as she did it, and she saw a fire erupt behind them. Rebecca spun Dave around and kissed him too.

The music stopped. Heather stood next to the speaker, looking just as flustered as Dave. "I think I'm gonna wind down for the night." she said, fanning herself.

"Good idea." Erica said. She had peeled herself off Pat by then, and slowly slipped her pajama pants back on. Pat's face was beginning to crush. Erica saw, and smiled. She leaned down and kissed him, letting her finger trail along his chin as she pulled away. The finger curled turning into a motioning gesture as she made her way to the door. She grabbed a mattress with one hand as she went. Pat followed her out, collecting his clothes into a pile as he raced after Erica.

The others laughed as the door slammed behind him. "So, did you guys want to watch a movie, or..." Dave tried. His eyes plead for backup, and Kevin knew the signal.

"Totally. I'm game for something loud and distracting." he replied.

"I think it's time we went back to our own room, too." Heather cooed. She grabbed their mattress from the toppling bed fort and hurled it out the open door.

"Come on, babe. The night is still young. And they have a lot of premium channels we don't pay for here..." Kevin said, enticingly.

"Kevin, I'm tired. I'm drunk. And I'm not passing out in this room." Heather replied.

"One movie, that's not a big deal." Kevin implored. "I'll make sure you stay awake.

Heather scooped Kevin up, and held him in her arms. She gasped. He was so light now. Her mouth twisted into a smile. "Come on, babe." Kevin nodded up at her as she carried him out the door.

Kevin shrugged at Dave as they passed. The other women covered their mouths, hiding their giggles. And suddenly, the three of them were alone. And it was silent.

"This was a really nice time, Dave." Ashley said, collecting herself. She tried to cover herself with the fabric of her shirt, but it just wasn't happening.

"Thank Rebecca." Dave said. "She's been the Mastermind of Ceremonies this weekend."

"Really?" Ashley said, tapping Rebecca on the shoulder.

"Well we don't have Marlene and her charts, and I had the supplies handy..." Rebecca said, already falling back into her insecure mode in front of her formerly dominant roommate. Ashley handed Rebecca her shirt, a grin on her face.

"You did great. I completely forgot I'm in the middle of a quarantine, with a mysterious virus coursing through my veins." 

Rebecca smiled. She pulled the shirt over her head and hugged Ashley again. "Thank you, Ash."

"So, shall we?" Ashley said, gesturing for the door.

"Oh. I was actually... thinking about watching that movie with Dave." Rebecca mumbled.

"Oh! That's still happening?" Ashley asked.

"It can be happening?" Dave replied, unsure. "Did you want to watch something."

"Sure!" the women said in unison. They looked at each other, hiding the fact that the game was back on as best as possible. Dave chuckled. He walked over to what remained of the bed fort and plopped down. He was exhausted. He thumbed through the remote, looking for a good channel. Rebecca was next to him in a heartbeat, handing him another cocktail. He felt her thigh press against his as she nestled up close. She stared at him, lovingly. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her mouth was curved into a coy smile.

Dave spun around, feeling another pressure on the bed. It was Ashley. She was just as cozy with him on his other side. Her hand came to rest on his chest as her finger swirled on his pec. She bit her lip, watching him. What the hell had he gotten himself into.

Dave gulped down his drink with one tilt. "I think I might just hit the hay after all. I don't want to fall asleep while I'm still hosting, you know."

Ashley smacked his chest, and stood up. "Fair enough. Let's not impose too much, Beccs."

"Well, maybe I'll just... stay for a minute." Rebecca tried. Ashley raised an eyebrow. "My mattress is still here and all. Would you mind, Dave? If I-"

"I can help you with that." Ashley said. She grabbed the mattress out from under them and picked it up as best she could. Her knees wobbled as she did. Erica had made this look so easy. She found herself hoping she could do the same. And soon. "Come on! I can't do it alone."

"I can." Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. She stood up from where she and Dave had fallen from the mattress roll. Picking up the other end with ease, she raised an eyebrow, almost taunting Ashley with her strength. She and Ashley carried it toward the door. "One sec."

She dropped her end, watching Ashley plummet down with it. She shimmied over to Dave, still dusting himself off. She grabbed him, tightly and kissed him on the mouth for several seconds. Dave could do nothing but take it. She pulled away, giving him the steamiest look she could. "Thanks for another amazing day. See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Dave wheezed. Rebecca sauntered back to the door and grabbed the mattress again. 

"See you tomorrow, Da-" Ashley started, but the door slammed before she could finish. Dave let out the longest sigh of his life, and collapsed on the mattress.

Ashley waddled backward down the hall, looking straight into Rebecca's grin one mattress length away from her. "So it's been like that the whole time?"

"Like what?" Rebecca asked innocently."

"The party, the fun. All... that." Ashley said, swallowing her jealousy.

"Oh yes, it's been a blast." Rebecca stuck out her chest haughtily. Then she sighed. "We haven't done anything, Ash."

Ashley looked at her, confused.

"Me and Dave. It's mostly been flirting. A little fooling around. Nothing... like that. He's still got it for you." Rebecca looked away as they made it to the door of her own room.

"Beccs." Ashley started. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. For tonight. I was being shitty."

"I was being shitty too!" Rebecca said, pulling her arms out for another hug. This time it was an apology hug. "I was just drunk."

"I was drunk and horny." Ashley replied.

"Oh my god, I'm so horny! I can only imagine you being in the first stages, too."

"Let's just cut all this shit out. We're adults." Ashley said.

"Of course. We will be decent and fair with one another. And whoever Dave chooses, we will respect that." Rebecca agreed.

"If he even chooses either one of us!" Ashley replied.

"Exactly." Rebecca held her tight, nodding her head. She felt Ashley's own head beneath her's. Over the course of this weekend she had hugged her old roommate at least a dozen times, getting a thrill out of their new size dynamic. She wondered how many more times she could do this before it all felt.. back to normal again. Ashley was thinking something similar. She was almost afraid to let go. To let the day end, and see what tomorrow held for her.

But eventually she did. She watched Rebecca haul her mattress through the door and blow her a kiss goodnight. As she made her way back down the hall, she couldn't help but smile again. It had been some night. And now she was in the squad. The rest of the week would be an adventure for her. No more isolating, no more hiding. She looked at Dave's door, across from her own. The room was silent now. She crept toward it. Her hand reached up close, and she almost grazed it with a knock. But she thought better. Tomorrow was just one sleep away.

Pat set his pile of clothes down on his chair, straightening them back out. "So do you need any water or anything?" he asked as he lifted his shirt over his head.

"Pat." came a sultry voice behind him. He spun around, arms and shirt still in the air. Erica was standing in front of the bed, her fingers on her waistband. With a quick flick, the pajama pants were around her ankles. "Don't put your clothes back on.

Pat nodded, dropping his shirt to the floor. He walked up to Erica, watching her grow bigger in his vision with every step. He gazed up at her, his eyes full of wonder. She craned her neck down and kissed him, letting her fingers explore his bare chest, the contours of his muscles. Pat's hands wrapped around her waist, squeezing her ass as he kissed her back.

The kiss became more intense, as their heads swayed back and forth, lips pressing deeper and deeper against each other. Rebecca pulled away, whipping the baggy hoodie off her chest. Her breasts rippled outward, settling into their perfectly round shape. Pat waited before touching them, staring at their beautiful motion before he found them coming closer. Erica pressed against him, kissing him up his neck to his lips. Her tongue found its way to his. Pat felt her soft tits press further into him, as warmth grew all around his body.

He gently moved her to the bed, watching her long legs bow as her back rested against the poorly made sheets. There was no pointing in making the bed now. His fingers tucked beneath her panty line as he slid them down her legs. He looked at her wet sex, aching for him as her eyes shut tight.

Pat removed his boxers, letting his cock slide along her as he kissed her breasts, her shoulders, her face. His hands massaged her neck as he made his way around her body. It had changed so much in the decade since the last time they were intimate. Even more than he could have ever expected, given the last 24 hours.

"Fuck me." she moaned, as her fingers dug into his tight back. Her long legs wrapped around him as he thrust himself into her sweet sex. She gasped, feeling his member inside her. Her grip on him tightened as he thrust further and further. She swayed her hips to his rhythm, letting him feel her soft flesh grind deeper into his own. His thrusts became more powerful as she felt herself let go. "That's it. Almost there." she whimpered as she let out a noise of near climax.

And then she came: one long, heavy breath as her whole body spasmed in pleasure. Pat felt himself release inside her as he joined her in her bliss. She grabbed him, pulling him close as she kissed him with all her body, letting her pleasure exit from her as slowly as possible. Pat kissed her back, massaging her breasts as they came to rest.

Erica pulled him onto the bed with ease, and grabbed him tight. She let her legs wrap around his as he grabbed her arm. They slept together like that, intertwined, until the sun rose the next day.