Marlene shifted under the covers. She just couldn't get comfortable. It didn't help that the sun was right in her eyes. She pulled the sheet over her face, nudging Martin in the process. He made a sleepy noise, but seemed unbothered. The coldness of her feet were becoming more apparent the more awake she became. She kicked at the sheet, trying to get them back down over her, but there was no use. How small were these sheets?

Then, as wakefulness took her even further, she felt strange. It felt like her legs were dangling off the bed. She nudged herself upward, banging her head against the headboard in the process. She groaned, still feeling her feet dangling. Then her eyes shot open. She moved her hands along the headboard, letting her body creak out into a long morning stretch. And it just kept stretching. Oh my god.

Marlene tucked herself under the covers into a fetal position, clasping her long legs around her arms, and rolling over to Martin, eyes as wide as they could get. Martin murmured, still sleeping. The sheets had come off him quite a bit as Marlene made herself into a large ball at the top of the bed. "Don't hog." he grumbled, tugging at the sheet. Marlene tugged back, making a tiny, frightened noise at the thought of seeing her body in this state.

"Martin." she whispered.

"Mmmm." he stated, wisely.

"Martin!" Her whisper became more urgent. Martin rolled over to stare into her deer-in-the-headlights eyes.

"Yes, Marlene, my beautiful wife?" he muttered, smiling awake. He was still too asleep to read the room, and gave her a loving good morning kiss.

"Martin, I think we have a problem." Marlene replied.

"What's up?" Martin asked.

"I haven't fully checked yet, but... I'd say I am." Martin looked at her, after she'd said that. His eyes adjusted to the daylight, and even under the tightly wadded sheet surrounding Marlene, he could tell something was off about her. He raised himself up, looking at the fetal pile of wife hugging herself with all her might. 

"What's going on?" he tried, with no real plan for the answer.

Marlene sighed. This was taking longer than she could stand. She uncoiled herself, letting her legs slide down the bed until they peeked out of the sheets, and kept going. Martin watched, stunned, as his wife filled out their king size bed past its limit. His eyes joined Marlene's in shape as he pushed himself out of bed to get an even better look. Marlene stared up at him, clutching the sheet to her chin.

"Think you might have the virus?" Martin asked.

"I'm leaning toward that assumption." Marlene replied. Martin gulped. His wife had looked exactly as she always had when he kissed her goodnight some hours ago. He braced himself.

"I guess you should probably... get up."

"Think so?"

"I don't know many other options here, Marlene."

Marlene nodded. She huffed, psyching herself up for whatever was under that sheet. She lifted it up, and stood, placing her feet on the ground in record time. She looked down at how far away that ground looked from her seated position. It got even further away as she slowly stood to her feet. The sheet dropped from her, revealing her spaghetti strap sleep shirt now riding up around the very bottom of her breasts, the straps now digging into her shoulders and back. Her once roomy pajama pants now hugged her long legs, stopping just below her knees. 

She spun around, and looked at Martin. She put her hand over her mouth as her eyes scanned downward, finally finding him just below her chin. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and a big one too.

"Do you want to take a test?" He asked, shyly. Marlene thought about that, staring down at her new curves.

"I think I'm good."

"I don't think I'm any different!" Heather shouted from the bathroom. Kevin was putting on a new pair of pants, freshly showered and ready for another day in Bizarro Land. The shower had been nice. After a bit of adjustment for Heather and the shower head, they had a good deal of fun exploring her new body, now that she was starting to get used to it.

"Excepting the obvious, of course." Kevin shouted back.

"I mean, since yesterday." she slinked out of the bathroom, completely naked. Kevin stopped dead in his tracks, hands still on his zipper. With any extended absence of her in his sight, he started to forget that his wife was now half a head taller than him. She was now making that fact very clear as she stood right in front of him, hand on her hip and staring down at him. Her breasts dangled just below his chin, still wet from the shower and the little droplets dripping from her soaked hair. 

"Oh, right. You think it might have stopped, then?" Kevin said, trying his very best to look Heather in the eyes.

"God, I hope so. I don't even know what I'm going to wear today." Heather said, scratching her head. Kevin watched her tits bounce as she did. Snap out of it.

"Well I've still got plenty of pajamas. You packed them, after all." Kevin helped.

"Yeah, they'll do for now. But the hotel should really be more accommodating. Especially if they intend to keep us here for the rest of the week." Heather replied.

"Can you imagine how many people they're trying to figure this out for?" Kevin asked. "That bar looked pretty crowded, and I doubt that was even half of the current guest count."

"I'm going to call them." Heather stated, stomping over to the bed and sitting next to the hotel phone on the stand beside it. Kevin watched her legs and ass bloom outward as she sat her naked form onto the well-made sheets. She had insisted on making the bed before they fell asleep. As much as Heather had changed, Kevin had to take comfort in the fact that his wife's personality had not even taken a dent.

"Hello, front desk? This is Room 432. Yes, we were just looking to get an update on-" Kevin listened to Heather's perfectly practiced phone voice. She was a natural at dealing with customer service. He watched her nose scrunch as she listened to what could only be a less-than-stellar answer from the front desk. He knew all her mannerisms. Exactly how he ticked. He also knew that if he sat down next to her, she wouldn't take much notice. He knew that when he grabbed her breast, kneading it gently with his fingers, her cheeks would start to flush.

"Yes, I can understand that. But as someone experiencing mild symptoms, I'm just looking for a little accommodation." Heather breathed. Kevin was massaging her nipple, watching it rise into a stiff peak. She bit her lip, trying her best to keep a professional demeanor as his hands reached around her back, tip toeing across her long neck.

"Well that's a good start. When do you think we can expe-" she gasped, sucking in the air between her teeth in little spurts. Kevin had found her ear, massaging them as he kissed down her neck, letting his tongue explore her erect nipples. She kept one hand on the phone, nodding, as her other hand found Kevin's head, running her fingers through his hair.

Kevin continued his journey down, kissing her tight stomach. He couldn't help but marvel at how sculpted Heather had become. He traced the lines of her abdominals feeling them tense with his touch.

Heather grasped the phone tighter. "Mmhmm. And you'll give us a notice before that all starts?" Her whole body tensed, as she covered her mouth, moving the receiver away. Kevin had found her pussy, moving his tongue along her lips before finding her clitoris. Her shoulders bounced as she took the phone to her mouth again. She had never hung up on a member of the service industry, and she wasn't about to start now.

"That's just... terrific!" She said terrific too loud. She knew it. Kevin knew it. The front desk knew it. The person who came to relieve the front desk would hear all about it. But she had to press on. "Well thank you so much for your HELP! You've been an EXcellent source of inforMATION."

Heather grasped the phone close, feeling sweat bead on her forehead. She nodded, clenching her teeth as she pretended to listen to the pleasantries coming from the phone. Many more pleasantries were happening down south. She nodded even harder, fighting her climax with all her might. "Well, we'll just look out for that and let you know ifwehaveanymorequestionsthankyousomuchforyourhelphaveaniceday!"

She slammed the phone onto the hook, and let out an earth shattering cry of pleasure, letting her back arc against the bed. The back of her head pressed against the pillow as Kevin finished his work below. Her long legs spasmed around him, before settling down to their reposed state. His wife's still, labored breathing was the sign it was time to surface.

He rose up, looking across her long body, past her breasts rising up and down with each heavy breath, to stare into her content eyes. "That was very unprofessional, Kevin Partridge." she sighed.

"I'd say I'll make it up to you, but..." Kevin smiled. Heather pulled him in to a kiss so passionate, Kevin felt his knees buckle. It didn't help that he felt his feet leave the ground for just a second as his wife stood up. She smiled, and patted him on the cheek.

"Because of you, I need another shower." she said, strutting away. Kevin watched her go, watching her ass jiggle as she walked. They were going to have to get her some pants for sure. Suddenly she was in front of him again. "And you're coming with me."

Heather tugged his arm, pulling him into the bathroom with a helpless eep.

"Still six-four." Erica said, stepping away from the wall in Dave's room. She and Pat had arrived early that morning, after watching the sun rise in each others' arms. She had dressed in another pair of Pat's PJ pants, but Dave had been kind enough to volunteer one of his own shirts instead of Pat's scratchy hoodie. One brief trip in the bathroom, and she was wearing a shirt that actually felt a bit baggy on her. She relished the feeling, having begun to miss it. "Here's to it staying that way."

Erica raised her glass. Another irish coffee courtesy of Rebecca. Pat, Rebecca, and Dave all raised their own coffees in a toast. The supplies had been stocked for awhile. Rebecca had beaten the two others to Room 412 by almost an hour. Even though she had sincerely promised Ashley that she would compete for Dave fair and square, she couldn't help but want to get an early start. And who else was going to prepare for their most populated party yet?

Rebecca had no clue just how populated it was about to get. She and Erica had stacked their mattresses back onto Dave's, beginning the creation of a new Era for Bed Fort.

"You could get as big as a tree, and I'd still climb you." Pat cooed, kissing her on the cheek. It took some effort for him.

"Slow down, horndog." Erica replied, pushing him away gently.

"Yeah, you have company." Dave teased.

"Oh yeah, I forgot there's no PDA in the Immune Squad, Mr. Spit-roast." Pat shot back. Dave blushed.

Rebecca laughed, and kissed him on the cheek. "Dave didn't start that."

"Yeah, he seemed a little overwhelmed by it." Erica laughed too. It had obviously been the elephant in the room. Talking about it was helping.

"Let's maybe cool it on the music and the drinks... for at least a little while." Dave tried.

"I'm not cooling it on drinks." Erica said, taking another swig of her coffee. "Do you know how much it takes to get me just to a buzz now?"

"Amen to that." Rebecca agreed, taking her own sip. She looked over at Dave, trying his best to hide his anxiety. "But we'll pace ourselves." she relented. Dave smiled at her. She couldn't help but melt at his cute little face. Ashley better get here quick, she thought. Her Fair Play attitude was starting to crumble.

A knock at the door seemed to answer Rebecca's pseudo-prayer. Dave opened it, finding a mattress waiting for him on the other side. He ducked away as Heather carried it into the room and set it expertly onto the bed fort, making it that much better. Kevin patted Dave on the back as he entered after his wife. "She's in a good mood." he explained. 

"I told you we were going to be the last ones here, Kevin. Look, they've already started drinking." Heather declared, moving toward the makeshift bar. Rebecca joined her, helping her pick out her booze of choice.

"Big surprise, there." Kevin replied, nabbing Dave's drink and taking a sip for himself.

"No, no. We were just celebrating Erica's... normalization?" Rebecca tried.

"Her what?" Heather said.

"I didn't grow last night." Erica helped.

"Ah. Well, maybe you got it all out with that weird spurt." Heather said.

"That's what the betting crowd is saying. You look about the same yourself." Erica replied.

Heather smiled, nudging herself toward the marked wall with a drink in her hand. "What do the experts say?"

"Six two." Erica replied, standing right in front of Heather as she looked down at the mark. Heather sighed, not only that she was the same, but there was a subtle calming element to Erica. Not only was she the only person taller than Heather, she had always been taller than Heather. It made her feel a little like her old self again. Like life hadn't been changed forever and she couldn't pick her once taller husband up like a sack of flour.

"And you're not the last ones. We're still waiting on Ashley." Rebecca added.

"That's right. Ashley's in this now too." Kevin said. "I have to admit, I was a little drunk by the time she showed up last night."

"We all were." Erica stated, cutting off any more talk of Dave's dance trio before it bubbled back up.

"Think she'll even show back up?" Pat asked. "She might want to go it alone, you know."

"I don't think she'll be able to stay away for too long." Rebecca replied.

Ashley tugged harder and harder at her mattress. She had made it all the way to the doorway of her room, but she was running out of steam, fast. She was wearing a thin but loose sweater, and some slacks with it. The best indication she'd had so far that she'd barely grown since last night, her clothes still fit. Given these were her loosest items, and they felt a bit snug. But it was obvious the virus was not as potent with her as it had been with her best friends. It was almost like it was mocking her, as she pulled more at the end of her mattress.

She sighed, wiping sweat from her brow. Did she dare take those quick and easy steps to Dave's door and ask for help? She was sure any other girl in there could do this easily. She was nearly certain they already had, from the sound of chatting and laughter that was muffled from across the hall.

No, she would do this alone. She didn't need any guardian angel coming out of nowhere to help her with this.

When someone did come out of nowhere just then, it made her practically jump out of her skin. A door had slammed somewhere down the hall. Through her fatigued and sweaty eyes, she saw a figure come out of the room by the elevators. It was a tall figure, wearing a mask. Even from this distance, Ashley could tell it was someone taller than anyone she'd seen in that room the night before. But then again, they were all still infected. Was it possible one of them had grown that much over night? What if it was Rebecca?

No, Rebecca was still immune. And her hair wasn't nearly as dark as this person. The tall figure had jet black hair, just like Ashley. "Ashley?"

The figure spoke. It knew her. Ashley's eyes adjusted as Marlene's face came closer into view. The startling fact was, it was more than a foot higher than her own. "Marlene?!" she couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, sh. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I know it's... a lot." Marlene shrugged her shoulders, raising her arms. She dropped her mask down to show Ashley it was indeed herself. She was still wearing her pajamas, riding deep into her skin as her breasts bounced dangerously inside the thin confines of her top. From Ashley's point of view, she could see the round bottoms of them just barely slipping out beneath the fabric. "Oh my god!"

"What?" Ashley asked, jumping again.

"I shouldn't be near you! I'm infected!" Marlene said, startled.

"I can see that!" Ashley laughed as she watched Marlene bounce around the hallway helplessly, trying to make some distance. "Marlene. Marlene, it's fine. I've got it too." Ashley wrapped her arms around Marlene, calming her massive friend down.

"Oh, Ashley. I'm so sorry." Marlene said. Ashley couldn't help but laugh at that. Her gigantic friend showing sympathy for something she was obviously experiencing in a much more intense way.

"Thank you, Marlene. So when did all this happen?"

"I don't actually know. I kind of woke up like this." Marlene shrugged again, whipping her mask off. Her shirt was dangling dangerously at this point. Marlene was obviously not aware how much her movement was affecting it. Ashley averted her gaze.

"You poor thing. Where's Martin? Is he ok?" 

"Oh, he's fine. Asymptomatic, just like every other dude. He's just collecting himself because he's not the tallest friend anymore."

"Marlene. I hate to tell you this, but he's probably not even in the top 3 any more." Ashley smiled.

"No! Wait! How tall are you? I don't know how tall I am!" Marlene spun out again.

"I'm not that much taller than the 5'4" I started this week at. My clothes still fit, after all. But the others..." Ashley pointed to Room 412. Marlene's eyes widened again.

"Real big?" Marlene whispered.

"Pretty damn big." Ashley answered.

"Big as me?" Marlene continued.

"I don't think so."

Marlene stood up straight and Ashley got a pretty decent look at her nipple in the process. "Speaking of clothes fitting..." she digressed.

"Oh!" Marlene covered herself with her hands. "That's what I came out here for. I was hoping the little care packages in the stairwell had been upgraded with some... lounge wear?"

"Yeah, I doubt it. We're getting Saltines for breakfast at this point." Ashley replied. Marlene's face fell.

"Well, then Martin's going to have to just lend me one of his collectible tees after all. I don't care if I stretch it out, he can just-... what do you have going on here?" Marlene asked, distracted. She pointed to the mattress dangling in the doorframe behind Ashley.

Ashley blushed. "Oh, I was just trying to... get over to the festivities for the day." she sputtered.

"It's Bring Your Own Bed?" Marlene asked, her head cocked.

"Kind of. It's like an unspoken rule. There's a bed fort thing..."

"Say no more." Marlene nodded. "So what made you think you could pull this thing yourself?"

Ashley looked down at her feet. "Everybody else can."

Marlene's face twisted at that. She didn't even think to test out her new body yet. She remembered that night at the pool, as Rebecca had effortlessly pulled them all in just by herself. And she must be as tall as Rebecca by now. "Would you want me to help?" she asked Ashley sheepishly.

Ashley smiled up at her. "Knock yourself out."

Knock. Knock. "There she is." Rebecca announced, walking toward the door. She opened it, and stared directly into a pair of tits behind the tightest fitting sleep shirt she'd seen all week. She looked up, and saw a chin, obscured by the doorway. Who in god's name...

"I heard the party had already started." the figure stated.

"Marlene?!" Heather called from behind, recognizing the voice.

Marlene dipped her head under the doorframe and stared into the room with a shit-eating grin. "Room in there for two more?"

She turned around, giving the whole room, now rapt in attention, a breathtaking sight of her ass as she leaned down and picked up a mattress behind her with one hand. She dragged it in, watching her head as she entered. Already, she was learning the ropes. But that was Marlene, ready for anything. Ashley tip toed in behind the mattress, smiling innocently as she entered.

"Well I guess we can assume you've got it." Kevin deduced.

Marlene dropped the mattress onto the bed fort and stood up straight. She stared down at all her friends, and felt a sudden and unexpected rush as she did. This was certainly a new feeling. "Yeah, that's the word on the street. If they'd let us on the street, at least."

Heather walked up to her, stunned. She had just gotten used to her new perspective, and suddenly the world had tilted again. Sunny little Marlene, the beanpole Korean American girl from Lansing. They had always been close in height, and Heather had secretly begun to measure her new self with her old friends in her head. So it was all but startling to be staring forward at Marlene's chin. "Heather!" Marlene, shouted, snapping her out of it.

"What?!" Heather asked, startled further.

"Your boobs are so big!" Marlene replied.

Heather snapped her arms around her chest. "How can you even tell that? I'm wearing one of Kevin's shirts."

"I can see down it!" Marlene smiled. "Sorry." she added, catching herself.

"I can imagine there's an adjustment." Kevin said, walking up to Heather, and putting his arm around her.

"Kevin?" Marlene asked.

"Hmm?"

"I promise I'm going to stop soon." Marlene began.

"Go ahead." Kevin relented.

"You are very small." Marlene stated.

"You are very large." Kevin replied. He craned his neck very high to look her in the eyes. He was now eye level with her nipples, which had yet to stop poking out of her shirt.

"Yeah, this is... pretty insane, Marlene." Erica said, joining the crowd of onlookers. "I'm six-four, and-"

"You're six-four?!" Marlene interrupted. Erica gazed at her. "Sorry."

"And I'm staring at your lips." Erica finished. 

"Well how tall do you think that makes me, then?" Marlene asked.

"We have a method." Dave replied, stepping forward. "Allow me?" He took her by her wide shoulders and walked her backward. Marlene turned around to see the marked wall, and got it right away. She bristled when she saw just how close that 7 foot mark was looking as she approached it. But it didn't seem so impossible. All the men in the room had looked so small, and now that she knew Erica and Heather were both over six feet, it was clear she had grown even more than she realized.

Dave adjusted Marlene against the wall, watching her stand up straight. She was big as life, right in front of him. It was then he realized he was staring directly at the top of her breasts. "I don't think I'm the best measurer for this." he admitted.

Erica patted him on the shoulder, moving him aside. Even on her tip toes, it was hard for her to call, but she got it. "Six foot nine." she gasped. Marlene gasped with her.

"How tall are-...were you?" Heather asked.

"I've been five foot seven since my last driver's exam at least." Marlene said, now staring down at her limbs. She watched her muscles tense as she flexed them. Her breasts bounced when she jumped. Her hand tightened and un-tightened. There was no denying, this was her body.

"So that's like a... 14 inch difference over the course of a night." Ashley said. "She beat all you girls in record time."

Heather turned away. She couldn't let them see how much that got to her. She could just kick herself. Just an hour ago she was praying this was over for her, and now she wanted to grow more than half a foot to prove she was better than one of her closest friends at... being infected. She made a note to discuss this more with her therapist when all this was over. For now, maybe a few more inches wouldn't hurt.

"So how did Martin take this little wake up call?" Pat asked, grinning now himself.

"Yeah, where is Martin?" Dave added. Ashley nudged him, well aware that the sore spot had been stepped on.

"Martin is... let me text him." Marlene pulled her phone out of her impossibly tight cotton PJ pants and started clacking away.

"He's probably just taking a slow start to the day." Erica ensured.

"What's that like?" Pat asked, taking another sip from his spiked coffee.

"Drink, Marlene?" Rebecca asked, having stood frozen in the corner for much of the interaction. The sudden presence of Ashley had been one thing. But bringing this titanic Marlene with her had thrown her completely off her game. "I'm making cocktails." She had collected herself perfectly.

"Oh sure. One for both of us, probably." Marlene tried. But a buzz stopped that cold. She looked at her phone. "He says he'll be right over." she said, skeptically. "I'll tell him to bring me one of his shirts, too. Sorry, guys. I didn't exactly dress for the occasion."

"You look amazing." Rebecca said, rubbing Marlene's back.

The rest of them felt it. They knew Martin had always taken pride in being the tallest friend. Dave and Kevin had joked once, when he wasn't around, that Martin had decided to become friends with all of them BECAUSE they were shorter than him. Now his wife was pushing seven feet. He must have been going through something strange at the moment. 

Rebecca handed Marlene two drinks, and gave her a wink. "New girl gets to decide what we do first, then."

Marlene looked around. They all looked up at her, warm welcome spread all over their faces. "Well I had some thoughts on this bed fort..."

They all cheered as they hustled around. Marlene led the reconstruction efforts, jumping in frequently to lend a hand with her immense strength when her vision wasn't being executed the way she wanted. After an hour, and a few drinks, they'd made a fort for the ages. In celebration, they put on a classic movie to watch from the confines of their perfect structure.

An hour into the movie, Rebecca handed Marlene another cocktail. She still held Martin's in her other hand. She stared down at it. The women watched her stare at it. Their faces all took different shades of outraged. Where was Martin? Adjustment be damned, the last two hours had proved that she was still the same bubbly, can-do, never-a-dull-moment Marlene she'd always been. Just a foot and some change taller. And much more stacked. The men in the audience were looking at her, too. But they couldn't help it when their eyes darted from her sad face, to her hourglass figure now and again. She had absolutely filled out. Every inch of her was a smooth, soft, curve. Martin was nuts if he had a problem with this.

She sighed, staring at the drink. Then at the door. Back at the drink.

"This is ridiculous." Dave announced, standing up. They all watched him. "Martin must obviously need help if he's taking this long to get ready. What do you say we help him?" The other men nodded and grunted in approval, standing with them.

"Come on, guys. He's just getting a late start to the day." Marlene protested from the fort.

"Late start, my widening ass." Heather demanded, standing herself. "Go get him, Kevin."

"What room was it, Marlene?" Erica asked.

"No, let's just give him another hour or so." Marlene tried.

"It's the one by the elevator. I saw her come out of there." Ashley helped. Marlene tried to look hurt, but her relief cut through her face all the more.

"Make sure he brings her a shirt, too!" Heather called as the men stormed out.

When the door closed, Marlene smiled. The other smiled with her. Mission accomplished. Their smiles faded when they saw a tear streak down her face. "Oh, Marlene. It's ok." Ashley said, sitting down next to her.

"I didn't mean to be like this. I was careful." Marlene sobbed, quietly.

"We were all careful, sweetie. It's just the way it is." Erica promised.

"What if he leaves?" Marlene replied.

"No one's allowed to leave." Rebecca said.

"And even if he tries, we'll stop him." Heather added. Marlene laughed at that. The sound of Heather's commands always made her giggle. When she was small, it was so easy to not take her seriously. Even though she was now much smaller than her, Marlene couldn't help but be impressed by Heather's new figure. They all had blossomed into imposing shapes. All except Ashley. But Marlene had a feeling she'd join them soon enough.

"Well look at me." Marlene said, standing up. "It's not exactly the most normal thing to accept."

"Honey, the guys aren't here anymore. So the room just got less humid from the absence of their drooling." Ashley said. "You're a knockout."

"And if he can't see that, we'll make him see the light." Heather added. Marlene nodded, wiping her face.

Martin was sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt. He got to the top button, then started unbuttoning it. This was the fourth shirt he'd tried on. He was stuck in a rut with no end in sight. Keeping his hands busy had been the only distraction he'd had from the morning he'd just experienced. He'd fallen asleep after a tender night with the same body he'd known for over ten years. He'd loved that body. Not just because he was attracted to it physically, but because it belonged to his wife. His beautiful wife, who was the star of every party, the leader of every event. Everyone's favorite friend. And she loved him. What did he do to deserve that?

And now that body was gone. He'd woken up to a new body sharing his bed. It had his wife's face attached to it, but was it his wife? What did this mean for them? For their whole lives? Would this body be discontent with his body? Would it find another body, with another personality? Would that personality change with its new body, and want something more compatible? He shouldn't be thinking about this. He should be buttoning his shirt.

A knock came at the door. He sighed. "I thought you left with a key." he said, walking toward it.

"Martin?" came a man's voice. Martin stopped. It sounded like Pat. "Please be Martin. The last two rooms were very rude."

"What are you guys doing here?" Martin called from the other side of the door.

"We came to get you. Everyone's waiting." Pat called.

"Did you fall in a hole?" Kevin asked.

"He'd be on the third floor, then." Dave replied.

"I'm just... getting ready." Martin said. There was a silence.

"Martin, Marlene wanted us to give you something. She took it to Dave's room by mistake. Do you have an ice bucket?" Dave asked.

An ice bucket? What did Marlene bring with her? Martin didn't see her take anything. But he was honestly trying to look at her as little as possible. It sounded perishable. He opened the door, and the three men rushed him. They grabbed him, trying to tug him forward, but Martin was crafty. 

"Hang on a second, I need to get ready." he tried, weakly.

"You look decently ready." Dave replied. Pat tugged at him even harder, his grip was breaking. 

"Would you just give me a minute to explain?" Martin asked, desperate. The three men looked at each other. They stopped tugging. Martin adjusted his shirt.

"Where's your suitcase?" Pat asked. Martin nodded to the corner. Pat started digging around.

"Well, what's that all about?" Martin asked.

"Marlene needs a decent shirt." Kevin said. "Remember, your wife?"

"Is she my wife?" Martin mumbled.

"There it is!" Dave shouted, pointing at Martin.

"I knew it!" Kevin added.

"What?" Martin shot back.

"You're a victim blamer." Dave replied. "Like the guys on the news who throw their wives out when they get sick."

"Shame." Pat said, approaching with a large tee shirt with very nice art screen-printed on it. Martin sighed, his favorite.

"I am not. I'm just... adjusting." Martin mumbled again.

"Martin, we've been with her all day. It's Marlene. The same little Marlene we met in the dining hall sophomore year." Kevin said.

"There's just... more of her." Dave added.

"And that's alright." Kevin concluded.

"How would you know?" Martin snapped. Kevin chuckled. The others did too. Martin fumed. There was some joke he wasn't in on. But soon enough, he got the context.

"What's going on down there?" came a loud voice down the hall. Martin's blood froze. Heather's voice.

"He's not coming!" Kevin shouted back. Martin fussed, silently trying to get him to shut up, But the footsteps were coming. Big footsteps. Bigger than they should be.

And then all 6'2" of Heather Partridge stormed through the door. Martin's mouth fell open as she stopped just inches in front of him, glaring down with a fury that was now amplified by her towering form. "Now you listen to me, Martin Powell. You're going to button up that shirt, walk quickly but carefully down that hall, and you're going to spend the rest of the day with your friends and your wife who misses you and needs you."

Martin gulped. "I just need a minute." Heather's glare intensified.

"Is he still not coming?" came another voice. Oh god, who was it now?

"I think he needs some help finding the way." Heather laughed, dangerously. More footsteps, and Erica appeared, somehow even bigger than Heather. Erica had always scared Martin a little bit. His insecurity about his own height made him refuse to stand near her when she was wearing heels. She wasn't wearing heels now, and she was looming over him with spectacular anger.

"I'll grab his right." she said to Heather. Heather nodded, as they both picked him up under an armpit. At first Martin protested, but he soon realized how ridiculous and futile it looked to the chuckling men following behind them. He straightened himself up, as the door to Room 412 grew closer and closer. Heather and Erica shoved him through, trying their best to make it look like he came of his own free will. He stumbled a little too hard to sell that one.

As he straightened up, he looked forward to see Marlene standing in the middle of the room, in front of a magnificent bed fort only she could have devised. Rebecca and Ashley were on either side of her. They both looked mostly unchanged from the last time he saw them, but there was Marlene, inescapably huge, before him. She held a glass of whiskey in her hands like a bouquet, looking demure and, he had to admit, gorgeous. She was still popping out of her sleepwear, but she had adjusted herself, with the help of the others, to make it look as alluring as possible. 

Marlene watched Martin approach, a look of embarrassment on his face he couldn't hide. Her demeanor faltered. She took the drink and gulped it down as he stood right in front of her. "I got you a drink." she stammered. She handed him the empty glass, before realizing. "Oh. Let me make you another."

Rebecca was there in a heartbeat, holding two more drinks for them. She smiled, nodding away as they took them from her. "So, welcome to the Immune Squad." Marlene said.

"It looks... very fun, Marlene." Martin replied. He pointed to the bed fort. "Your handiwork?"

"I had some notes." Marlene blushed.

The silence returned. Music started up. They both turned to see Pat starting up a speaker, his finger to his lips in a hushing gesture. It was a slow song. A song they loved dancing to. "Would you want to..." Marlene started.

"I mean, everyone's watching." Martin replied.

Suddenly everyone in the room turned around, busily dancing with one another. Marlene stifled a giggle. She turned to Martin. Her hips began to sway as she danced in front of him. He gave her a polite smile, but stood still. 

Marlene put her hands on her hips, testing out her new body in a different way. She felt parts of her wiggle that had never wiggled before. Her hips slid back and forth as her breasts swayed along to their own rhythm. Martin couldn't help but notice. "I'm dancing if you are, Martin." she purred. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders. Martin felt himself crumple as she brought her tall, hourglass frame just centimeters from him. He felt her warmth. He took his drink and downed it, letting his arms rise up around her round hips.

It felt good. He felt her sway against his grip, as he felt his own hips begin to move with hers. She pulled him slowly toward her, as his hands slipped naturally around her plump ass. Her ass had never felt like that before. It made him anxious, and then... the anxiety dissipated like a rain cloud. He pulled her close to him, and she gasped. Marlene's gasp. She felt like Marlene, every inch of her. Martin pressed his face against her. He felt his chin slide against her breasts. He could get used to this, he thought.

The others snuck their gazes as they slow danced with the new power couple of the Immune Squad. Ashley and Rebecca danced chastely with Dave. Neither was making a move. It wasn't about them, and the three of them knew it. Ashley snuck a look at Dave, all the same. She felt flush. The romance was spreading from the middle of the room out into all corners.

Dave grabbed her hand, and she looked down at it, noticing for the first time just how high up her sleeves were on her forearm. She smiled to herself. All in due time.