Chelsea reached the dorms exhausted, her limbs leaden, her throat aching, her face and outfit smudged with soot. The fire had been a real whopper this time, took more than two hour to put out. No casualties, so there were good news—the new fire alarms she'd recommended had done their job, even if the sprinklers hadn't been up to the task today. Still, half the factory had been lost. Tomorrow she'd need to figure out which if any safety measures could be implemented to curtail the odds of another incident, which meant going back to the factory, talking to the workers and the people in charge, reviewing the footage, reviewing current measures—tomorrow because today she had no energy left to give. What a lousy end to the day, when the evening had been going so well before the fire.
The lights were still on in her room from when she rushed out for the factory. Chelsea plodded to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed. She gave her best effort to scrub away the smell of smoke and changed into a fresh set of clothes, a light black tank top and short black leggings, shutting the used ones in the bathroom for tonight along with their smell.
Chelsea meant simply to collapse in bed and fall asleep on the spot, but stepping out of the bathroom she was surprised by a visitor standing at her dresser, looking at the trinkets on it—a dark-haired woman in a white lab coat. She whipped around right after the door opened, scanning Chelsea over with her blue eyes.
“Chel. You're okay?” She stepped briskly forward and took Chelsea's hands in her own.
“Professor? Of course I'm okay. I... Were you waiting here all this time? It's late. You've been working all day. You should be resting.”
“I came as soon as I heard you put the fire out. I just... really wanted to see you again.” The Professor raised her hands to Chelsea's cheeks, gently taking holding her head. Chelsea's face was burning up all of a sudden, hotter than the fires she had braved not long ago. She closed her eyes as the Professor's face closed in on her, and drew a sharp breath when their lips came together.
The kiss held only a few seconds, but it soothed and revived Chelsea more than the shower had done. “You look tired,” the Professor said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Chelsea's eyes. Do you want to rest your head on my lap?”
“...Okay.”
The Professor sat on the bed, and Chelsea lay down after her, setting her head down on the other woman's thighs, right where her skirt came to an end. With hands folded under her chest, Chelsea gave a deep sigh and settled in, letting the Professor's gentle touch smooth away her tension. Before long it felt like she was floating, her whole body melting away. Not for the first time she reflected on her good fortune having this incredible woman for a partner. She hadn't quite believed it when the Professor came to her, proposing they make an Oath—a gesture as good as marriage between a Doll and a human—and even months later, their time together seemed a perfect dream. Chelsea had no clue what she had done to deserve such a blessing.
“You're too good to me, Professor,” she muttered, more than half-asleep already. “I know you're just as tired. Next time you'll be the one sleeping on my lap.”
The Professor still stroked Chelsea's fiery orange hair long after she fell to slumber, poring over the Doll's fair features and listening to her slow breaths. She was almost falling asleep herself, when she noticed Chelsea's shoulders pressing to her thighs all of a sudden, and her head resting heavier on her lap.
She frowned. Something was off. It sounded ridiculous, but the Professor could have sworn that Chelsea had grown bigger since she lay down.
It wasn't only her imagination; Chelsea was growing bigger, and that growth was picking up speed. Her feet now spilled over the end of the bed, while her arm slipped and hung over the side, and her shoulders pushed the Professor closer to the headrest. “Chelsea. Wake up!” She shook the sleeping Doll, more sharply each time, and on the third one Chelsea stirred.
“What is it?” she groaned, and with a lazy stretch she hit her arm on the back wall at the same time that her lower legs grew past the end of the bed. She realized something was wrong then, but wasn't sure what it was until she sat up and saw the Professor only came up to her shoulders. Her room, though blurry to her tired eyes, seemed distinctly smaller than before, and her legs bent more than they should have with her feet resting on the floor.
“You're growing, Chel.” Growing and growing. When the Professor pushed her to stand, her head struck the ceiling, and she had to walk slouching to the door. “We need to get you out of here. Out of this building, while you can still fit through the door.”
It was a tight squeeze, but Chelsea made it into the hall and started moving, crouching at first, then crawling when she grew too big for that. She must have been over twenty feet tall when she reached the entrance. The Professor threw open the double doors ahead of her, but wondered if it wasn't too late yet. Things were looking good when Chelsea's head and shoulders passed through without much trouble, but when it was time for her hips, her accelerating growth had already made them too big to pass whichever way she turned.
She grunted as the door frame giving way to her body, and made an effort to push through regardless of what damage she caused to it, but a truly explosive growth spurt took her at that moment, and her lower body outgrew not just the doorway but also the hall, whose walls began to crack and push outwards, into the surrounding rooms. “Everyone, take cover!” Chelsea barked at the dorms, and hurried to pull herself out of there before she collapsed the building. That was made much harder when her head almost bumped into the one across the street, but she made it out without collapsing much more than she already had, and quickly stood up, searching for the best route to leave if her growth continued to pose a danger to people. Luckily, her height soon tapered off at a hundred feet tall, plenty big enough to tower over most nearby buildings.
After making sure that the Professor was okay, Chelsea sat on her knees to inspect the damage to the building, trying to assess if there was any danger of fire or further collapse. By then people had started leaving their dorms, and many nearly fainted when they saw Chelsea staring at them through the hole where the entrance had been. “Everyone, please take the back exit for now! This way's too risky!” They all heeded her advice—either that or they simply ran away from the huge amber eye in the doorway.
When the first responders arrived, pulling up a good distance away from the hundred-foot Doll, Chelsea quickly took command and directed them to the dorm rooms her growth had damaged. They obeyed without question, perhaps too intimidated to pose any. Strange though it was to be taking orders from a giant, they did their job as directed and quickly accepted her authority. Meanwhile, the Professor had stepped back not to intrude on Chelsea's work, amazed and proud devotion to everyone's safety. She received the medical team which arrived next, and informed them of what had happened.
There were only a couple Dolls inside the at-risk rooms, unharmed but left unconscious by neural cloud overload. At Chelsea's direction they were brought out of the building and handed to the medical team.
Chelsea was about to bark out more orders on how to handle the crumbling walls and ceilings, and any potential fire hazards inside, when the Professor's voice called her attention away. “Panakeia says she needs to talk to us about what happened to you. Why don't you let these people handle what's left? I'm sure they're very capable agents. You don't need to take charge of everything.”
“I... Yeah, you're right. Okay, guys, I'll leave the rest up to you. I'm sure you'll do a great job.” Chelsea stood with some effort, and took a moment to ensure she was steady before taking a step. There weren't many people nearby, as most spectators kept a safe distance from her, but she was all too conscious of what a disaster it would be if she tripped, and of how tired she still was from dealing with two emergencies in one sleepless night. Whatever else happened, she hoped she could get some rest soon.
After a brief discussion with Panakeia, the Professor was taken to the medical center, while Chelsea was directed out of the city, with two vehicles leading the way through the streets to ensure the path was clear for her. They left her at a square in the abandoned sector, and told her she could sleep until morning. Though the ground made for a hard bed, Chelsea welcomed the chance to rest, and sleep wasn't long in coming.
What followed were three days of boredom. A strict quarantine kept her a mile away from any populated parts of the Oasis, where no one but the occasional medical team visited, and only in full-body protection to keep from catching that virus which apparently was the cause of all this.
At least communications still worked from here, so she could somewhat entertain herself by making prank calls, but she'd even started to grow bored of that after running through her list of pranks twice. Beyond that, she mainly passed the time lying around and poking holes in the buildings slated for demolition. She was doing a bit of that just now, while she waited for a call to go through.
Of course she also talked to the Professor, who was being kept in a quarantine of her own while the medical team determined if she had been infected. Chelsea had been trying to reach the her almost since waking up this morning. This was her fifth attempt already, with no success to speak of, and it was starting to make her upset. Carelessly she pulled chunks of concrete off the building at her side, crushing them to dust in her hand and letting it fall in a growing pile.
What was up with that woman? Usually the Professor was up earlier than just about anyone else. Was something wrong today? Chelsea turned to the Oasis, and the building where the Professor did most of her work, and frowned as she looked for any signs of trouble. Everything seemed fine. There were no sirens at least, and she'd received no emergency broadcast, but that didn't discard the possibility that something happened to the Professor.
But maybe she could get some answers soon—Chelsea spotted a vehicle approaching, likely bringing some medical agents for her routine checkup. They would know if something happened to the Professor. She sat and waited for it, watching the little green car driving closer. A black-haired figure in a white lab coat stepped out once the vehicle parked a street away, but it wasn't anyone from the medical team. “Professor!?” Chelsea scooted closer, and leaned over her small visitor.
The Professor was startled by Chelsea's movement. The giant Doll's shadow fell on her, and the ground shuddered slightly as her hands fell beside the green car, cracking the asphalt under her tons and tons of weight. “Ah, hello, Chelsea,” she said, waving more timidly than she had intended.
A big smile blossomed on Chelsea's face just moments before she scooped the Professor up in her palm, securing her to it with a thumb the size of her body. The Professor clung to it during the ascent, and still gripped it tight when she stopped at Chelsea's eyes. “Is this why you haven't been taking my calls, Professor? You wanted to surprise me with a little visit? It's a good thing you got here now, or I would've marched into the city to give you a piece of my mind!”
“It's... good to see you too, Chelsea,” the Professor said a tad breathlessly, giving the Doll an uneasy smile.
“Good to see me? Is that all you have to say after three days?”
“Sorry! The medical team only cleared me to visit last night. I would have come sooner if I could have. I really missed you.” She rubbed Chelsea's thumb with her hands, the only gesture she could offer at this time.
“Well, at least you came. I would've been sad if I couldn't at least see you today.” Chelsea adjusted her hold on the Professor, cupping her in both hands. “Hey, shouldn't you be wearing more protection than that? I wouldn't mind if you had to join me here in quarantine, but you probably have more important things to do.”
“It's fine. They found out this virus can only infect Dolls and agents. As a human I'm immune, so I can visit you any time.”
“That so? I expect to see you every day, then.”
The Professor smiled. “I'll make time for it! By the way, I brought you something. If you put me down I can get it from the car.”
“You got me a gift? Now you're gonna make me feel bad that I couldn't get you anything!”
“We could wait until you're back to normal.”
“That's still three days from now. Ugh! This is so boring! I'm not allowed to have any fun at this size!”
“Knowing you? That's probably for the best.”
“Hey, what's with those hurtful comments, Professor? That's no way to talk to someone you're Oathed to... or to someone who could drop you from ten stories up.” Chelsea snatched the Professor up by the waist, and stood to hoist her up over a hundred feet in the air. Her captive let out a cry and clung to Chelsea's fingers like her life depended on it, holding tight while she was casually dangled back and forth above Chelsea's head. “You know, if I really wanted to be a nuisance, I could go to the Oasis right now to mess with everyone and there's nothing you tiny things could do to stop me. I think it's awfully nice of me that I haven't done anything like that. Maybe you should be more grateful about it.”
The Professor knew Chelsea was only playing, and that there was no danger of falling with those strong fingers holding her so tight, but the huge drop under her feet had her tense all the same, and the decibels in Chelsea's voice made her playful tone sound much more threatening. Luckily Chelsea noticed this, and crouched to deposit the Professor safely on the ground. “Let's see what you brought me. If it's good enough maybe won't do any of that stuff.”
“Right.” The Professor took a second to steady her nerves and her legs before walking to the car. Chelsea watched her open the back door and gather several things from inside, which she then carried over in a big pile in her arms. Once they got closer she saw what they were: heart-shaped boxes, a whole stack of them that stretched from the Professor's hands to the base of her neck. Even resting them on her torso she seemed to struggle with keeping the tower balanced, and she set it down in two even stacks after carrying them a few steps forward. “Well... happy Valentine's Day!” she said, her cheeks as red as Chelsea had ever seen them.
Chelsea's heart fluttered. When she was quarantined, she thought she might not see the Professor again until long this day. This wasn't at all how she had envisioned their first Valentine's Day as a couple, but it meant so much more to Chelsea that she had taken the trouble to celebrate it today after all.
She didn't want to get too sentimental just yet, though. “Chocolates? From Choco's?” she asked to think of something else.
“Mhm. I waited outside the store for opening time so I could grab them first thing this morning.”
Chelsea ogled the stacks, which compared unfavorably to her own fingertip. “It's not much, is it?”
“I could keep them for you until you're better again.”
“Then they'd be too much! I'll make do with this now. I can do with this. Gonna need some help eating them, though.”
“Of course.” The Professor grabbed a box from the stack and started to open it, but she had only just broken the seal when Chelsea's movement made her pause. The giant Doll stretched out over the street, and lowered her head right before the Professor, resting her chin only a few yards away. “You really want me to pamper you so badly?” The Professor shook her head and laughed, then walked up to Chelsea and planted a gentle kiss on her lip. “Alright, open wide.” She said, patting the Doll's chin.
“Just be careful you don't go falling in~.” Chelsea held her mouth open, and stuck out her tongue. It would have licked the Professor's face if she hadn't moved back just in time. Staring into that giant maw brought a slight chill over her, and she felt just a tad nervous walking up to Chelsea now with that mouth open, seeing how easily she could fit inside it. A very silly fear to have, but one she couldn't quite push down the whole way. Pulling a couple chocolates from the box, the Professor reached very gingerly towards Chelsea's tongue before opting to toss them inside from a safe distance.
The giant appendage took them, savored, and swallowed them, then came back out for more which she quickly gave it. “Choco's sweets really are the best,” Chelsea said. “I can hardly taste them like this, though. Give me the whole box in one go.” The Professor did just so, then pulled up the rest of the stack and dumped them onto Chelsea's tongue one by one. Took a while to get used to, but towards the end it felt oddly romantic, standing so close to her partner, her hair and clothes ruffled by Chelsea's breath, surrounded by her loving presence.
“This is the last one,” she said, dumping it into Chelsea's mouth. She had stepped away and was brushing the chocolate off her hands when a giant hand came up behind her. Strong fingers wrapped around her body from the arms down, and lifted her into the air without a hint of effort while Chelsea sat back up.
“Thanks, Professor. That was very sweet of you! I could go for another snack, though. Maybe I'll have you?” Chelsea carried the Professor to her mouth, which she kept wide open until the last second, when her lips closed around the Professor's head. They were heavy, but surprisingly plush and gentle. Nervous at first, the Professor soon settled into the kiss, spreading out her arms to hug the giant's lip, while thick and powerful fingers stroked her front and back. It made her heart quicken, left her short of breath, all the more with it taking place fifty feet above ground.
Then Chelsea's lips parted, and her tongue pushed out past them and licked the Professor's face
“Chelsea!” she sputtered, thoroughly rubbing the spit off her face.
“He-he-he! Sorry, Professor! I have a lot of pranking energy stored up and no one else to take it out on. But I think you don't mind, do you?” She nudged the Professor's hands away to see the blush on her little cheeks, and when she put a finger on her shoulder, the Professor leaned her head against it.
“You should be nicer with me, you know. You won't be big forever. When you shrink back, then I can take my revenge. Maybe I'll stop kissing you unless you beg for it.”
“Oh really? Then maybe I'd better get all the kisses I can before then!” Again she brought the Professor close, and kissed not only her face, but also her chest, her arms, everything from head to toes, in back and front, pushing the little woman around her palm, overwhelming her with affection. The Professor had never been so flustered in her life. “Had enough yet? Or should I keep going?” Chelsea whispered all over her, her breath sending shivers up her spine.
“Keep going, please,” she answered.
“He-he! Your wish is my command. Happy Valentine's Day, honey,” said Chelsea, and she held the Professor close all morning long.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
A Project Neural Cloud story. After a sudden growth spurt, Chelsea and the Professor try to find some time together on Valentine's Day.
RATING: PG
TAGS: Titan, F/f, Gentle, Lesbians, Growing woman, Destruction, Mouth play, Sci-fi
RATING: PG
TAGS: Titan, F/f, Gentle, Lesbians, Growing woman, Destruction, Mouth play, Sci-fi