The Whale and the Ocean
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NOTE: If you read a chapter 9 earlier, replace that memory with this one. I switched perspective characters, and it all fell into place…
Chapter 9
July 4, 2025
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The next day, Jessi and Adam had another day-long conversation. They mapped out rules and scenarios for having more intense fun at more intense size differences. They read how-to’s on negotiating kink scenes when the submissive partner can’t speak (loud enough to be heard).They came up with safe words and gestures. They practiced them. Adam had plenty of extra sounding rope lying around, unused. She even tied him up, at his request. As he struggled against his bonds, they both felt something stir in themselves that they didn’t expect, and they decided that side of their desires was worth revisiting later.
One of the biggest problems that they discussed was lighting. Adam was not comfortable with many of her ideas without being able to clearly see Jessi, but the fact that they had to worry about being seen from a distance meant that lighting themselves better just increased the risk of discovery too much.
The other problem, which Jessi wasn’t discussing with him that day, was his treatment. She needed to finish one final test in order to be sure that when she left the island to go back to her life, she’d be leaving this bizarrely dangerous person permanently in better shape than how she had found him.
Jessi had to take one of the beta blockers she ordered for him to prevent herself from visibly shaking. She had to lie in the face of a man who, with or without trying to, could crush everything, and everyone, around him.
She was hiding behind the closed door of the studio. She closed her eyes, and pictured herself pulling it all off, and walking away alive. She grabbed his large, plastic-cased flashlight, and put her pepper spray in a hip holster, hidden under her flowy shirt.
She looked in the mirror that was part of the studio’s painting area to put on a convincing face of shock. She turned around, and slammed the studio door open. She could see him dancing while hand-washing the dishes.
“Adam,” she started.
“Almost done, then we can get –“ he turned around to look at her in the middle of the sentence, but then he saw her expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“The marine radio. There’s chatter about a monster sighting on this island. They must have seen you standing up last night.”
The color drained from Adam’s face.
“That isn’t funny,” he said. He put the sponge down, and dried his hands on the dish towel.
“I’m not joking,” Jessi said flatly. “The US Navy is sending a helicopter. The Canadian coastguard is sending a boat to escort them.”
He looked at her with suspicion, but her stony, serious facial expression was enough to convince him that she was telling the truth.
His eyes went wide with fear. He ran out of the house without putting his shoes on. Jessi followed behind him into the misty summer night, at a leisurely pace, trying to stay far enough away to not catch a stray pine tree, but close enough to see and hear anything that might happen.
He ran towards the forest path that leads to the cliff. Jessi turned on the big flashlight, tracking his shape with its spot. Other than the tiny spark of the pocket flashlight in his hand, he looked like shifting movement against the grey background of the densely cloudy night. She got a few feet from the edge of the forest, and something in the pit of her stomach told her to not walk into the dark misty woods, with a thing like Adam in there.
She stayed still, a tree-height away from the edge of the forest, and kept her flashlight pointed in his general direction, actively listening. She was expecting the trees to erupt from his explosive growth any second. She waited. All that she could hear was the ocean waves hitting the nearby cliff, and the wind rustling through the pine boughs, for several minutes.
Then, she heard laughter. Distant at first, but getting closer, until she recognized it as him at his most amused. She shone her light in its direction, and saw him running towards her.
“Jessi!” he cheered. He put his hands on her shoulders.
“I didn’t grow!”
“Did you have a panic attack?”
“Yep. A short one.”
He ran past her, towards their testing bed, past the compound. She ran after him this time.
“Aren’t you afraid of the helicopter?”
“Not really?” he answered. “Oh, here, take these, I don’t want them thinking they’re weapons,” he said, and handed her his folded pocket-knife and multitool. She tucked them away.
As she watched, he took out a ponytail holder from his pocket, and tied up his hair, something he normally only did when using powertools. He combed through his beard with his short fingernails, and wiped his hands on his pants reflexively. He looked more neat, less like a hermit who had just run out of the woods at her.
He asked for the big flashlight from her, which she traded for his small one. He pointed the flashlight’s beam of light through the air, which had been condensing since sunset into a thick fog. He moved the light beam back and forth, like a searchlight announcing a grand opening.
Jessi watched this whole display with the intense scrutiny of a clinician.
“They are probably going to take you into custody,” Jessi said. “Why are you happy about that?”
“They’re coming, there’s no way I can stop it. But I’m thrilled to know that the panic attacks don’t cause the growth anymore. Because now, the worst thing that could happen during all this, isn’t possible.”
Jessi said nothing, staying still, alarmed by his unexpected attitude. He continued.
“After the accident, my only goal in life became: just don’t kill anyone. If my panic-growth happened while in custody in some crowded place like a jail or a government lab, it could kill hundreds of people.”
Jessi paused for a moment.
To be fair, that much pressure riding on anyone’s limbic system for that long would probably cause emotional instability.
“You don’t want to grow bigger to defend yourself?” she asked pointedly.
“No,” he scoffed, like the idea was ridiculous. “I’ll just go with them. I’ve already been in solitary confinement here. I don’t think jail would be much worse.”
He waved the flashlight around the sky a few more times, but then, he stopped, and looked at her sadly.
“Except for one detail. You wouldn’t be there.”
Jessi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Jessi. You’re incredible. I don’t think anyone else could or would have solved this bizarre problem with me. I want so badly to spend more time with you. I know I could give you more good memories before you leave. But it seems we won’t get all that.”
He walked forward to kiss her goodbye. She stepped away, turning her head, and winced in shame.
“Stop.” Jessi said. “There is no helicopter.”
He looked at her with confusion. He stepped back, and looked down, away from her. He put his hand on his chest, like he felt something wrong in it. His confusion shifted into disgust. He looked back into her eyes.
“That’s a really cruel joke, Jessi,” he said.
He cooly swapped the big flash light back to her for the pocket one.
“Why on earth did you lie about that?” He asked angrily.
“It was the final part of the experiment. We knew you could force the growth without panic, but we didn’t know if panic still forced growth on its own. It was the last unknown, Adam.”
“Oooh,” he said, understanding dawning.
He grumbled in annoyance, and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Finally, resigned, he said, “That was a good way to test that.”
Using just the pocket flashlight beam in the dark and humid night, he walked past her, and towards his house.
Jessi stayed in the testing field. She used the privacy of his sudden absence to open up her phone’s clinic notes app.
She had only just told him about the first of the four parameters she had just finished testing:
“
WANOFI CLINIC NOTES v 4.2
GROWTH DESENSITIZATION – KOHL, ADAM
TEST 12 OF 12: PANIC AND BETRAYAL CONDITION (“REALLY BAD DAY” TRIAL)
1. Patient grows unintentionally as a result of the physical effects of panic (Result: Negative)
2. Patient grows intentionally, in order to physically defend themselves against expected heavily-armed threat (Result: Negative)
3. Patient grows unintentionally as a result of strong emotions other than panic. List strong emotions and their result: (Rapid onset mania, Betrayal, Anger) (Results for all: Negative)
4. Patient grows intentionally, as part of antisocial self-expression (Result: Negative)
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While filling this all in as patient notes, she reminded herself that she was performing important medicine. This was a mandatory part of discovering whether or not he was safe enough to end his isolation.
He had even brought up one more reason why she had to complete this: this was also for the benefit of anyone who might force him to stay anywhere, which was something he couldn’t avoid forever. He was 40. What if he had cardiac symptoms some day, and had to go to a hospital?
Jessi looked towards his house, its warm back door lights visible from here. Even given all of her reasons, she still felt like an asshole. She had never entered a romantic partner in her Clinic Notes before. It felt too intimate - it was invasive. She was honest when she said this was the last test, so she closed the Clinic app, and didn’t open his file again.
When she walked back into the house, she found him, clothes still on, flopped onto his bed sideways, belly-down, head hanging off the other edge. His butt, clothed in olive-green Carhartts, was facing the door. His boots were still on, hanging off the edge of the bed.
She turned off her phone, and put it on the side table. She took off her boots before she joined him on the bed. She managed to resist the urge to spank him through his pants.
“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t like lying to you,” she said.
He sat up, and realized that he still had his shoes on. He took them off, and moved to the headboard, where she followed. He then wrapped his one arm around her. She cuddled against him.
“I know it had to happen, but it did feel pretty shitty to be duped like that. Apology accepted.”
“This whole struggle was worth it, I hope, so that you could move on. You have to get off of this island and re-enter the world. Your isolation is not healthy.”
He took a few moments to let her frank advice sink in. Then, he nodded.
“Growth is painful,” he mused. “Personal growth,” he clarified. “The other kind felt kinda good, last night.”
“Oh, I know,” Jessi said.
She put her desires for that to the side for a moment.
“I know what might be a good, next. What if we tried a trial of you living in the world again? We could take your boat to Howard’s Bay, reintroduce you to civilization? Catch a movie, go to a restaurant?”
She wondered how he’d clean up to go out on the town.
He agreed to that plan. They stripped, and did their bedtime routines.
“Let’s see the best time to leave, though, weather looks bad.” he said, and went to his desktop in the studio to check the weather forecast.
She stayed in the bed, and mulled over what she had just offered.
She normally dated using sex as the basis. This was typical in med school, but she had been a resident for many years, before landing her new role. Her most recent relationship had been a friends with benefits situation that mutated into a drawn-out, confused mess. She hadn’t felt serious about a partner since she was in undergrad, 12 years ago.
But, after this growth desensitization treatment she did with Adam, she had to be honest, mostly for her own reasons, she had just abandoned her kinky urges to prioritize his emotional needs.
“Do I actually like this weird burnout?,” she asked herself.
“I figured it out,” Adam announced excitedly from the other room.
He walked into the bedroom doorway.
“Fog,” he said, pointing at her, like he was answering a recent question.
Her eyes lit up, catching his context out of thin air.
“Yes!” she said. “If it’s dense enough, we could see each other just fine during the day. But ships wouldn’t be able to spy on us,” she said. “It solves the lighting issue!”
Adam walked back to the computer desk, and Jessi followed. He pointed to the forecast for the next day.
“Dangerously foggy! Extremely low visibility! Avoid boating!” The website said in bold red letters.
“It lasts all day tomorrow. We can’t go to Howard’s Bay at all. Let’s stay here, and get back to the real project,” Adam said, and grew himself just enough to be noticeable, “Jessi.” He growled her name.
Jessi was making herself blush from the power of the plans that started running through her filthy head.
“Fog,” she said again, dripping with suggestion, like the dirty word that it had now become between the two of them.
“Let’s go mess around in the fog now.” She said.
“In the morning, with the light,” he responded. “We need to get some good sleep before then.”
“OK, let’s fuck here, then, I’m ready,” She proposed.
“I’d like to save it for when it really counts,” he responded.
“Can we cuddle on the bed with you bigger?” She was begging.
“Mmmm,” he said, slowly growing to 7ft, 8ft, 9ft tall while holding out the hum, “Nope,” he said finally, zipping back to normal on the last syllable.
“You tease!”
“You are very cute when you beg. But, have some patience.”
Jessi tried to remember the meaning of the word, in the face of her feelings for him. They ramped up the lust even more. At least she had tomorrow morning to look forward to.
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@tiny-ivy I didn’t read the original draft of this chapter, but the recent version flows very well!
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Chapter 10
July 5, 2025
Weather forecast: Dense fog
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The next morning, right after sunrise, there was fog all around the island. The couple couldn’t see more than a few hundred feet out into the water. They were surrounded by a blanket of visual privacy.Jessi was already naked. She walked to the end of the test field, put down a beach towel, and sat in a lotus position, her back facing the house and the forest. She saw just the rocks on the northern end of the island, and a grey sky in front of her. She closed her eyes. She smelled the hardy wildflowers blooming nearby. She heard seagulls, and the constant sound of waves crashing against the island.
Then, there was a deep sound. She felt it moving through the ground more than she heard it.
It repeated, again and again, getting louder and more defined each time, shaking the earth underneath her, until she could clearly hear the sound of two enormous feet stepping alarmingly close to her back.
Jessi opened her eyes, and stood up, to turn around. She beheld the fully-grown, building-sized man that now stood close enough to easily grab her. The top of his head was touching the fog cloud. Her jaw dropped.
He was looking down at her with his own degree of admiration and excitement. The warmth in his expression almost looked out of place on his imposing figure.
She could have stayed there for minutes, transfixed, but he quickly moved his feet apart and bent his knees, crouching down. He moved his huge right hand out toward her, stopping it right behind her back.
“Are you still sure about all the things that we talked about? Now that it’s real?” he asked.
Jessi nodded passionately.
That was what Adam was waiting for. He slowly moved his right hand towards his tiny partner, gently knocking her legs out from under her. Her knees buckled, and she fell backwards into his waiting, open hand.
He was holding his fingers together as though he was about to cup water with them, and the shape of them felt like she landed in an oversized, warm, skin-covered, papasan chair. After she landed, he bent them more around her dainty curves, and put his thumb in front of her. She put her hands out to grip his thumb, and kept her legs hanging off the bottom of his pinky. Her head was resting on his index finger.
He lifted his hand just a few of her feet, to check on her readiness. Jessi kicked her dangling legs, and nodded up at him.
Adam was a detail-oriented man. He could sometimes even get lost in them, to his detriment. But as a giant, that same degree of scrutiny towards everything he did to her made Jessi feel absolutely adored. She already felt overcome with affection to give back to him. She hugged and kissed his thumb.
Seeing this, Adam whimpered under his breath. He put his left hand underneath the chair his right hand had become, and moved both towards his chest. He then stood his huge body up in a smooth motion. Jessi felt her fleshy ride moving, but all she could see in front of her was his wide, hairy pecs, and his neck and face far above her.
When he was finally standing at full height, the clouds hugged his forehead. He moved his hands away from his body, to be able to see her better. From this new position, Jessi could look past the edge of his thumb, to the dizzying drop past his left hand, and the hard ground below.
Suddenly afraid, she grabbed his thumb and pulled, trying to bring it closer to herself. He obliged, putting slight pressure on her belly and thighs with his giant thumb’s side, and tilted his palm more towards the sky, so that she was now more laying than sitting. She breathed out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
Now that she was laying securely across his fingers, he lifted up his thumb, to get a better look at her from this close. He searched for words. His face was the size of a movie screen’s closeup, but Jessi didn’t feel scrutinized by his deep brown eyes that were each as wide as her legs were long. Instead, she felt appreciated.
“You’re a wonder,” he said.
He moved her closer to his face, while moving his left hand down, out of sight. Jessi was now next to his bearded chin and his closed lips, the full force of each of the breaths from his nose washing over her. Each inhale cooled her, each exhale was hot.
He was hesitating.
Jessi reached out to touch his huge, cushy lips, with both hands. She giggled at how soft and silky they felt, especially compared to the rough beard hairs surrounding them.
His lips were strangely inviting. She sat up on his hand, and kissed him first, her whole face sinking into the pliant flesh of his bottom lip. He breathed out hard through his nose, like he was surprised to feel this. She laid back down in his hand.
He puckered his grand lips, and kissed Jessi. His lips covered her whole view, the sounds they made as big as a blast of wind. He repeated this motion again and again and again, aiming for everywhere on her, from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. Each single kiss drove the point in further: how very small she was, her whole self laying in between his hand and his mouth. Here was an impossible being, and he was doting on her. Her cunt ached. She started to play with herself.
He pulled her away from his face. At a better angle, she looked down, to see him stroking his cock with his left hand. He smiled, at seeing that they were now on the same page.
“Hold on,” he warned, and placed her close to his chin again. He repositioned his huge form into a laying position, tilting Jessi’s surroundings so quickly that she fell forward, onto his nose and mustache, before she adjusted to sit more upright, and continued squeezing and pinching herself into a frenzy.
Gravity now kept her firmly on top of his skyward face. His soft, padded lips were now underneath her ass and cunt, her feet spread wide, touching the outside of his nose.
He placed his hand behind her back, creating an oversized back rest for the throne of his lips that she now occupied. The heat and breath from his nose once again washing over her, Jessi thought about the huge tongue that was now beneath her pussy. The thought of its strength at this size thrilled her. She started pleasuring herself at the idea of it somehow, impossibly given their respective dimensions, giving her head. She gyrated against the soft padding, almost sinking into the opening between his two lips. He tensed them, keeping them closed tight against her movements.
He curved his right hand around her back, loosely gripping her, and he shrank, quickly, until the loveseat-sized lips underneath her were now just the width of her hips. The balls of her feet now reached the outside edge of his eyebrows, instead of just the bottom of his nose. He glanced at her, and then closed his left eye, seeing her better out of just one eye than with both, with her face this close, just a few of his-scale inches from the tip of his nose.
The lips beneath her softened, and the tip of his still-huge tongue finally snuck out, aiming for Jessi’s cunt. Jessi let go of herself, and spread her legs further, gripping the sides of his face with her knees, by his cheek bones. Adam closed his eyes, and focused on pleasuring her. The tip of his pink, shape-changing muscle slid into the edge of her pussy, and pushed against her cunt with a surprising finesse.
“Yes,” Jessi moaned. She leaned against the top of his tongue, her entire crotch and inner thighs getting covered in the spit of him. It pressed, and it pressed, again and again, bringing Jessi closer and closer to bliss. The tongue retracted, and the lips underneath her changed shape, wrapping around her, from the edge of her thighs to the bottom of her butt cheeks, and everywhere in between.
Adam’s massive mouth sucked on Jessi’s whole crotch, including her already-engorged clit. She felt pain along with the pleasure, and thought he might bruise her with the incredible pressure. She cried out, and tapped his cheek with her foot in their agreed-to “Slower / weaker” rhythm. Her huge partner stopped sucking and loosened his lips. He swallowed nervously, before starting again, this time with less power.
Now at the perfect amount of pressure, Adam sucked all of the fear and trepidation right out of Jessi’s cunt. A sharp current of bliss ran through her body like lightning, and she moaned, and bucked, and rocked, balling her hands into fists, squeezing his face with the balls of her feet as she felt all of her muscles tense in rhythm with his suction.
She was big enough now - with this squeezing of her feet, she could have been bruising his skin near his cheekbones, but she didn’t care, there weren’t vital organs there to worry about, she was too busy riding on a current of orgasm that she couldn’t believe was happening. Just when she thought it wouldn’t end, she came, screaming, even squirting into his mouth, and lifted herself off the huge lips, bending forwards, towards his face, avoiding his eyes, but otherwise splaying awkwardly across it, like a hot, wet, complimentary hot towel.
Adam lifted his now Barbie-sized lover off of his face, and watched with delight as the spasms he had just conjured kept going through her. His own dick was now aching for some higher quality attention than just his left hand. He sat up, to get a better view downwards, and moved her to in front of his rock-hard cock, wet with precum. He let her go, onto the ground in between his legs.
“My turn,” he said, in a commanding tone, that she didn’t recognize from him, but that sent excited shivers down her spine to hear. At this scale, his cock was about half as tall as herself, but with the angle of his seated position, its mushroom tip was at her chest height. It was less than a foot in diameter, reminding her of the width of a street light pole.
He’d seen him naked and giant before, but he was more of a grower than a shower. This hard, this close, this big, it was an awesome sight. Jessi stepped forward, and rubbed the most-sensitive tip with her hands, putting pressure on it’s the tip’s ridge by squeezing it between her arms and her breasts. It was so warm, and rigid beneath her, and it pulsed with his quickening heartbeat.
He moaned at the touch. She added her tongue, licking and tasting him, surprising herself by finding a feral pleasure in the smell and the taste of his sweat and stink, down here. The exact spot where the foreskin once connected to his circumcised dick stood out with its coloring and texture in front of her, and she latched onto it with her mouth, and sucked, hoping to give him a hickey there that would last until he was back at a normal size.
He gasped, and his thighs shook, the huge fleshy shapes surrounding Jessi all going into a wave of spasms. He loosely wrapped his right hand around her, and he grew, the pitch of his moans getting lower, his hand turning from a piece of lawn furniture to a full living room set for her, his dick enlarging to three times as tall, now taller than her. He moved the hand with her in it to its tip, and she reached out, now unsure if she could do anything at all for him at this scale.
His dick was narrow enough for her to squeeze earlier, but it was now the width of a brewery barrel, just too big to apply pressure to like before. She wrapped herself as well as she could around the gigantic cock with her legs, squeezing, like a strange form of reversed horse-riding. He helped her, keeping her right underneath the tip of his dick with his hands, so that gravity was less of a problem, and he rubbed the top side of his dick’s tip with his other band. She reached for that specific spot that made him gasp again, under the mushroom’s front, and sucked it, while massaging the area near it with her hands.
He cried out, louder than was wise with his privacy problem, and his whole body shook, his dick pulsing, his huge ball sack twitching upwards. A stream of hot, sticky semen poured out of his tip, oozing out right above Jessi. It fell onto her head like a hot, thick shower, covering her face, dripping down her back and chest. She fell backwards onto his hand, and immediately started wiping it off of her nose and mouth.
Still twitching from his intense orgasm, Adam still had the sense to pull his hand out from near his dick, and look closely at his guest. His eyes enlarged with alarm.
“Oh my god Jessi! I’m so sorry!” he said.
He placed his hand with her in it on the ground, allowing her to step off it, and immediately shrunk back to normal. She was dripping with the sticky semen, and yet more of it spotted the ground. He wiped it out of her eyes. Even he was alarmed at the sheer volume that he had just produced as a giant.
“Will you ever forgive me for doing that?” he asked.
She was trying to get more of it off with fast flicks of her wrists, but at least she was able to see clearly. She looked at him with a blank expression at first, before she burst out laughing.
“You were like a – it was like a whale spout-“ she cackled. “You were like a firehose!”
“Thank God. I thought you’d be mad.”
“I agreed to it ahead of time, Adam! I’ve had sex before, I know what cocks do!”
He couldn’t help it. He started laughing, too.
“Let me clean my mess, at least,” he said, and, with her cooperation, he took her cum -covered body into his arms, in a bridal carry, before increasing to 2x, just to make the jog from the test field to the island’s soft beach faster. She was racking with laughter in his arms. He brought her out to water at his waist’s depth, and she dove in, rinsing the mess off of her with the cleansing ocean water.
After this, they played a game they had come up with earlier, based on the famous scene in “Jaws,” Jessi’s favorite movie. After growing to full size, he laid down, fully submerged, hidden in the water, facing the shore, holding his breath. He placed his right hand close to the shore, facing up on the ocean bottom, while Jessi swam back and forth in the shallower water.
Isolated from his two most powerful senses, eyes closed, hearing mostly just waves from underwater, he would try to track her using just the subtle, underwater sound of her tiny splashes, and the feeling of her thrashing in the water against his fingertips’ sense of pressure. He only had one chance to reach out with his hand and rub against her legs, no changing direction allowed, or else he lost that round.
Adam’s hand didn’t have the actual movement-sensing powers of sharks. He only won 1 of the 5 rounds, but each time he lost, he’d just breach the surface with his face, and watch her with his eyes. He’d then act like his hand was a shark anyway, his thumb as a dorsal fin, brushing his fingers against her legs, causing her to let out a movie-star scream, which got more and more dramatic each round.
It was a deeply silly game for two adults to play with one another, but they needed a low-pressure break from the floods of feelings that they had been stirring up in one another with their enormous lovemaking.
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.July 7, 2025
Weather forecast: Clear skies
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.The two took full advantage of the fog for as long as it lasted, knowing that it was a precious commodity for their unique relationship. On the morning of July 7, their bodies bruised and covered in marks of all sizes, their muscles sore, the fog left. It was replaced by clear skies, and the two of them were relieved to have a more laid-back day planned for this clear weather.
They went to Howard’s Bay, a local tourist town. They took in a movie, and had lunch. After the meal, they walked along the town’s picturesque sandy beach, dodging the waves that lapped at their feet. They were holding hands.
“I hadn’t had fun like that Jaws game since I was a kid,” Jessi said.
“Same. I’m a little embarrassed about it. But I had only just learned how to become a human amusement park ride two days before that, I had to try it.”
“We just had to try it,” Jessi corrected him.
They continued on. They passed a horseshoe crab, crawling towards the water.
“So. Adam. I checked my email this morning. I was hoping to stay here for a while longer. But, another Attending in the department put in his two weeks. I have to leave here in a week.”
“No,” he exclaimed. “I was making some plans for these next few weeks.”
“I know. So was I,” she responded.
“That means, we’ll only have a few days to find out…” he trailed off. They walked on.
“To find out what?”
“If we only came closer because of the… collaboration. On the experiment. I’ve been wondering. Am I just a rehabilitation project to you? A fixer-upper?”
The two walked past an elderly couple laying on a towel together, holding hands. They gave the towel a wide berth, walking further from the water.
“I’ve been wondering if I’m just a doctor to you,” she responded.
“A sexy doctor,” he corrected her, before kissing her, and grabbing her butt in public. She enjoyed this new boldness. He wouldn’t have dared before he learned to control his growth.
“We’re in public, Adam,” she said, smiling.
“If they’re scandalized by a kiss and a butt grab… oh, they all have absolutely no idea,” he said, before snickering.
“But really. We can’t know the other ways we work, or don’t work, unless we spend more time with each other. Under less dramatic conditions,” he added.
The two reached their destination, the town’s Whaling Museum.
They were both curious about the history and the sailing in this collection, but they were disturbed by the gory details of how 19th century people slaughtered these enormous, peaceful creatures, for no reason other than brutal economics, and an inability to understand their alien, singing voices.
One of the most disturbing images in the museum was a photo of a slice of whale blubber next to a group of sailors. It was in black and white, and without the color to show that it had blue-ish whale skin, it fully reminded Jessi of a shape she had seen in a dissection she had done in medical school. It was simply scaled-up. She could easily imagine a scaled-up human, after the events of the past two weeks.
The two read a plaque near the exit to the museum:
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“The song-language of the Humpback Whale was first discovered in 1881, but it was only a piece of scientific trivia. It was not a well-known phenomena to the public until 1970, when recordings of it were released on commercially produced records. The release of these recordings, and their uptake by the public into songs and films, is credited with rehabilitating the public perception of whales from monsters, to intelligent, peaceful giants. This change in their public image spurred the environmental movement, which has since resulted in increased conservation efforts, and a worldwide rebound of the numbers of these awesome mammals in the wild.”
.“I’m lucky that you can understand my language,” Adam said, unable to take in these exhibits without thinking of his own sometimes-huge shape.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jessi said, and the two skipped the gift shop, walking out quickly.
They tried to shake the disturbing, violent images they had just seen out of their minds.
“I would never let anyone harpoon you,” Jessi half-joked, as they walked back to the beach, to stare out at the ocean.
“If you ever did harpoon me, even by accident, I would never drag you to the briny depths, captain,” Adam replied.
The two smiled, and Jessi rolled her eyes at his extended Moby Dick reference.
“So, Adam. Every October, there’s a ska fest in Boston. Wanna be my date?”
Adam tried to keep his cool, and completely failed.
“Fuck, yes, Jessi, please, oh, I didn’t want to invite you back here, it’s a sad bachelor pad, but I couldn’t just invite myself –“
Jessi quieted his overwrought babbling with a kiss.
“Yes. I’d love that,” he finally finished.
The two of them walked back towards his boat. A storm was forecast for this afternoon, which might interrupt their journey, but neither of them were afraid of it. After everything that they had just gone through, they knew that they could weather anything with each other nearby.
