@tiny-ivy
Chapter 8
June – July 2025
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There were several doctors in Adam’s family. He had briefly considered it as a path for himself in sixth grade, when his uncle, a pediatrician, noticed Adam’s interest in dinosaurs and insects, and brought up the idea of him studying biology to become a doctor.
His uncle explained that becoming a doctor took so much hard work, that you couldn’t go into it casually. To make it through the gauntlet of studying and the years of the underpaid, stressful residency, you had to want it more than anything else in life.
The people who successfully made it through all of the steps to become a doctor did so for one of three reasons: 1. To gain money or prestige, 2. a humanitarian desire to help people, or 3. an intellectual fascination with the miracle that was the human body.
(At Princeton, among the pre-meds he met at a rave, Adam had discovered there was another motivator, 4. A desire to explore and manufacture new party drugs.)
Adam’s interests were redirected to physics in 7th grade, but he was reminded of this childhood conversation when he got to know Jessi. The way she talked about her education and her upcoming job as an E.R. Attending Physician, she was clearly one of the people who got into the field from option 3, scientific fascination.
Her intellectual curiosity had turned into an aesthetic appreciation for the human body. He had heard scientists talk about the beauty of natural forms this way, and of course, some doctors saw the human body with this appreciation.
“Beautiful,” she had called him, “beautiful at both sizes.” Nobody had called him that before, at any size. To think that he could be anything but a horror, when his every footstep shook the ground, made his mind go in delirious circles, chasing the implications that opened up if he could possibly reclassify both sizes of himself that way.
He was surprised that the word “beautiful” didn’t feel too feminine. It made warm sparks of appreciation spread from his jaw muscles, over the back of his head, and made him smile at nobody when he was washing the dishes, his mind wandering back to that moment.
There was one catch. Jessi’s scientific and aesthetic appreciation for the human body, combined with her attraction to him at normal size, might have somehow combined into a fetish for his giant self. What better example of a human form than one that’s enlarged to a monumental scale?
Even without a phone camera in her hands, he had felt deeply uncomfortable being seen by her, at first. That all changed at the cliff, when along with her clear attraction to the version of him that he still hated, she had also acted with compassion and grace. She had made him feel cared for, even when she was small enough to climb his neck like a mountainside.
He didn’t want anyone in the world to objectify him as a giant.
Anyone but her. She got the one pass.
Unlike a bigfoot hunter or an FBI agent, Jessi was able to see him as both a curiosity, and as a person with a medical problem. She also had streaks of that other type of doctor in her: the humanitarian. It’s true, she saw a malfunctioning human body as a fascinating machine, a sort of puzzle, but it wasn’t just that, it was a puzzle that she had a deep ethical need to fix. For the sake of the person living inside that machine.
She came at this problem from a strange mix of lust, fascination, and from a concern for him that made Adam think of love songs. She was the perfect person for the job that she had set out for herself.
Over the next two weeks, with the help of video therapy sessions with Jessi’s psychologist colleagues, hypnosis, epinephrine, benzodiazepines, caffeine, beta blockers , and a portable heart rate and blood pressure monitor, for most of the time that Adam wasn’t occupied with keeping the farm and household going, he was acting as a patient and fellow researcher with Jessi in the project of getting control over his growth.
He would only risk growing after dark, and never in the house. There was a flat patch of grass and rocks north of the partially-trampled forest that became their testing bed, far enough away from the house and garden, so that even at his largest, not even his feet would touch the edges of his carefully-built eco-compound.
For safety’s sake, Jessi would stay inside the house, and talk to Adam through a speaker system, monitoring him remotely. He also would only grow while laying down, to remove any risk of falling towards the house, which was especially important if any of the drugs they were using caused him to black out.
They did the math, and they put together a sounding rope that Adam held between his left wrist and his elbow as an easy spot to measure, marked with neon tape at points that allowed him to keep track of his size.
At first, it was binary: Adam’s bizarre stature was on, or off, he was colossal, or normal. Adam would lay down in the grassy field, and use heart-rate-raising drugs to get to his giant form, which the rope let him know was18 times his original size. Jessi would then use talk therapy to remind him that he was safe, and just experimenting. He would then go back to normal. This happened for a few nights.
Deliberately bringing himself to a state that he spent most of the last 20 years avoiding felt like torture. He wanted to stop, right then. But he trusted Jessi’s idea. He carried on.
The next step was to grow to full size without drugs, just with a self-induced panic. With that much fear pumping through his car-sized heart, he hated every second he spent that terrified, that huge. He knew it was an experiment, but the extra adrenaline from deliberately thinking of worst case scenarios made him question it again.
After all of these sessions of stress-based growth, when they went to bed together, he asked Jessi for something different. They lay naked, and she held him close, her chin on his shoulder, her hand stroking his back. The feel of her soft, padded breasts on his chest, and the perfumed smell of her tightly-curled hair resting against the side of his head, as they both breathed deeply, while she gently ran her hand along his back, calmed him as well as the ocean used to.
Next, using every tool they had, he methodically learned to grow with neither panic, nor drugs.
By day 10, after several days of work from both of them, Adam was finally able to control his rate of growth. It was a clear night, and he walked out to the testing field, surrounded by solar LED lights lining the edges. He stretched, did his breathing exercises, and laid down. He held the sounding rope on his arm. 1x, 2x. He stopped at 2x, and looked around. For the first time in this experiment, he was just 12 feet tall. He laughed.
“Jessi! I stopped it short! Two-ex!”
“Woah! Can you start it again?”
3x. 4x. Stop.
“I can. I don’t believe it. Four-ex.”
Adam willed himself to enlarge more, and every marker on the rope that he passed up to 18x, he felt more and more in control. Finally, at his full length, he looked past his feet, and to the house, and wanted Jessi to come share in his joy.
“Jessi, you’re seeing it?”
“Yes, the cameras are working. Wow.”
“Come out?”
“First, see if you can get back down as easily.”
He looked down at the rope, and imagined himself reaching each marker on it, and he did. 15x, 10x, 5x, 2x. 1.
“It worked! Jessi, come out!”
He jumped up, unable to control his giddiness. Jessi ran out and laughed to see him jump again while shouting her name. Earlier that day, they had been talking about how they both went through a ska phase. The two of them skanked at each other in celebration, one nude, the other clothed, not able to figure out how to turn that jerky solo move into a dance for two.
Adam’s foot slipped, bending his ankle a bit, and he stopped the dance. Jessi stopped, and walked towards him, hugging him closely.
“I’m so happy for you,” she said, also beaming.
“Be with me, feel what I can do,” he said, and hugged her close to his bare chest. He had a sense memory of what 2x felt like, and he went there, lifting Jessi up, her feet leaving the ground. She let out a startled yelp and kicked his now-4-times-as-thick thigh with her combat boot.
At that kick, he let her go, like she was red-hot. She fell down, dropping a short way to a clean landing. She stepped backwards and noticed that her eyes were at the level of his hips. He mirrored her, stepping backwards, putting his arms out for balance. He sank back to his normal height. He would have shrank to even less, if he could. He stooped his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got too excited.”
That had just been the first time he had directly held her while big. The time at the cliff, he had been holding the kayak with her in it, not her. He had a need to do it again.
“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it,” she said.
“I guess we should make rules on how to play with each other ahead of time.”.
“We will. Later,” she said. She shook the startle out of her mind, and stepped forward to kiss him lightly. “No hard feelings.”
She started walking back towards the house, while her nude lover stayed in the field. She turned around.
“Before that. I did see your controlled growth on the security camera. But could you do it again? I want to watch you get bigger in person. And I’d like to see you do it standing up.”
Adam stopped sulking, and nodded at her. He stretched again and walked to the furthest edge of the test field. Jessi walked to the opposite side, to a spot well-lit by torches.
Adam cleared his throat, and breathed into the pit of his stomach, where the fear of the growing used to live. Standing in a solid pose, his feet shoulders-width apart, his arms at his side, he simply, willed himself to grow to 2x.
He thought about all of the years he was terrified of this.
3x. He wondered how Aparna would have reacted if he had just wrecked the bed, and not the cabin.
8x. He wondered what else he would have discovered in physics in the past decade, if he had been able to live within commuting distance of a university or CERN. He was currently growing because of a mistake of his – what would his good ideas have resulted in?
18x. He stopped thinking about the past, and took in the entirety of this moment. His house and the forest near him were at his knees’ height. He felt the cool, rough stone beneath his massive feet, holding up his impossible weight.
He had read books about dinosaurs as a kid, which explained giant animals. He knew that he shouldn’t be able to breathe at this size, or hold his own weight up in Earth’s gravity. His heart shouldn’t be able to beat. He should be dead right now.
He was a human impossibility. The thought of it made him laugh out loud.
“I should be crushed by gravity right now,” he said. Even from this high up, he could hear Jessi’s tiny laugh in response, and saw her give a dramatic shrug in the torch light. He breathed in the crisp air, cooler up here than at the ground, and looked all around. He could see the lights of the mainland far away, and the lights of one freighter far in the distance. He wasn’t afraid of being spotted in the dim light of the crescent moon. The LED torches barely lit him above his waist.
The stars were closer from up here. His every breath was a miracle that defied known science. He felt a shroud of dread from the past 19 years fade away.
He looked again at Jessi, and saw the ankle-high woman staring at him, agog. Noticing how fragile she was to him now sparked a wave of the preemptive guilt and fear that prolonged his uncontrolled growths. He could hurt her so easily, even by accident.
But, he didn’t hurt her.
Adam thought back to learning to drive. For the first few months, he was afraid of taking the car anywhere at more than parking lot speed, especially because he knew that he could kill a pedestrian with his big metal cage. Every week that went by when he drove to school every day, the fear dissipated, because he gained the experience to know that his car would not do anything that he didn’t tell it to. Even if he couldn’t always control his thoughts, he could always control his actions.
He stopped rubbing his beard, and considered the now-small woman again. She got such a thrill out of seeing him like this, which made him feel strange earlier, but now that he had control of his own size, the thought of her kinky attraction to him went other places. For the first time, the horror of his own form was fading away, replaced with arousal at the thought of how he could overwhelm her with his size.
He could hurt her, but he didn’t want to do that, so why dwell? He had full control of himself now.
He could also hold her, kiss her, smell her, suck her, thrill her. He could trap her in a whirlpool of rapture.
Adam had begun to get hard. He wanted to lift her up right now and shower her with kisses, but remembering their agreement to plan everything first, he instead bent down onto his hands and knees, and told her about what he wanted to do. He couldn’t hear her shouts back clearly, even from this kneeling position, so he went back down to normal size, and checked in on her.
She had been getting more and more wound up the entire time he was growing in front of her eyes. She described exactly what she wanted to do with his new ability next, while teasingly removing first her boots and shirt, and then her leggings and panties. Adam agreed.
He laid down on the softest part of the grassy flat. She climbed on top of him, and kissed him deeply. Her knees were holding most of her weight on the ground, astride him. She pressed her navel and her bush against his erection, moving in every direction but the one he hoped for. He kissed her back, and reached down to touch her pussy. She was dripping wet, and he withdrew his hand, covered in her juices.
“Grow,” she purred into his ear.
He held onto the sides of her chest for her balance, and closed his eyes, to try to concentrate. His skin rubbed against hers as he grew to 1.5x, and then stopped. Her hips were now stretched to their limits, and her kneecaps now barely touched the ground, next to his own.
This moderately-enlarged size wasn’t the exact one from either of their discussed fantasies, but his hardon, dripping wet with pre, was now as large as a porn star’s. He let go of her sides. She looked down at his dick, and let out a gasp, wondering if she could take it. She was not a porn actress herself, this was beyond her experience. She gripped it with her hand and rubbed it, hesitating.
He marveled at a new feeling of excitement from his size, with her still-gorgeous, but now more petite, body on top of his own. It just felt good to be big. But he saw that she might need a moment to adjust.
He playfully held out his sticky hand to compare to hers. She placed her now-also-sticky palm in it. He curled his fingers, engulfing her whole hand, and she swooned, before kissing him again, feeling the empty ache that had been building in herself grow again.
“Please,” he begged.
“I was about to say that,” she moaned, and finally slid her dripping cunt on top of his intimidating cock. They needed the lubrication, because it was a tighter fit than either of them expected. He let out a moan, which she echoed, once the tip of him got to her g-spot.
She repeated this stroke again, all of the movement coming from her, before he joined in with his hips. Her tight wetness was unlike anything he had experienced at normal size, like oral and pussy combined. She normally was not one to chase after big dicks, being more varied in her tastes for that detail to matter much, but she now felt like she was having her brains fucked out, and she groaned loudly.
Finally, he grabbed her hips with his hands, supporting most of her weight as he pulled her down against himself, thrusting even deeper. He paused for a stroke, waiting for her to object to being moved by his now-bigger arms, but she was too busy moaning in ecstasy to disagree, her eyes half-closed, delirious, so he resumed. The inside of her tight pussy rippled as she came on top of his engorged cock. The undulations and sound of her took him past the edge, and he pumped her still-rippling pussy full of his cum, crying out.
He let go of her, and she bent down, resting on top of him, her limbs limp.
“That was…” she said, losing the power of speech, shuddering.
“For me, too,” he said. He twitched all over. She adjusted herself, putting her breasts on top of his navel, while turning her head to listen to his racing heart.
“Using me as a bed? Wouldn’t it be better if my chest was bigger?”
She smiled, nodding, and he grew to 5x, holding her against his chest with two carefully curved hands. At first he thought this grip was to keep her from falling to the side as he grew, and his slick skin slid against hers. But really, he was loosely holding her to surround her even more with a hands-to-chest version of a hug around her now cat-sized body.
The bigger he got, the more he felt like he was able to express himself, especially with those deep-seated feelings that sat more inside his body than his mind.
She had been belly-down on top of him, the mess from before slowly leaking out onto his torso, but she now turned over, her supple butt resting on top of his solar plexus. She hugged his fingers tight, and kissed one. Adam started pulling his hands away to let her move more, but she reached up, holding onto his right index finger, pulling it back towards her. The two of them watched the night sky, her moving up and down with his breaths, him resting his sensitive fingertip on her bare chest. He squeezed her against himself with delicate pressure.
Neither of them needed words right now. A few shooting stars zoomed past.
Adam’s back pain reminded him that he was laying on top of mostly rocks, and 40 years old, so they untangled themselves, and walked back to the house, him 2x most of the way. They joked and speculated about all the ways they could use his size, both the sexy and platonic applications, now that it was finally an ability, instead of a curse.
