Jonathan woke up. The air inside the house was still cold from the night and the room still dark. It was early. He rolled around a bit, but sleep evaded him. The flashing red numbers on the clock indicated it was around six and a half. Annoyed, Jonathan sat up, pushed his covers and rubbed his eyes. He knew he slept about seven hours, he should be able to function today. Jonathan put his bathrobe on, put on a pair of socks and slowly went down the stairs to the first floor. He didn’t want to wake up his guest, and so walked as soft as possible. Jonathan passed in front of the living room, quickly gave a side glance and everything looked fine. The room was dark but he saw the vague shape of Kayla sleeping soundly. It seemed she was completely spread out, and so Jonathan didn’t feel comfortable in lingering on in this very private moment. He figured the sound of him starting the coffee machine might wake her up anyway.
Jonathan poured some grinded beans in the filter. The peculiar smell of coffee firing up his nerves in anticipation. The silence was broken with the mechanical click of the start button. The machine siphoned some water, boiled it and mixed the fine grain. Jonathan prepared two coffee mugs by dropping some sugar at the bottom. In a few minutes, the morning brew was ready.
“Smells good! You making some coffee?” boomed a strong voice behind him. Jonathan’s heart skipped a small bit. He finished mixing the milk and took one mug to give to Kayla. He turned, and saw something out of this world. There, standing as best as she could in the door frame, hunched down to make sure her head did not hit the ceiling, stood the tallest human person Jonathan ever witnessed. Kayla had her arm over her head to protect it, her neck bent and almost touching the ceiling, her knees bent to try and give herself more room. There, contrasting against the pale wood of the walls, was Kayla’s dark skin; a draft of air passing between her limbs brought to Jonathan the small distinct smell of distant sweat: left overs from Kayla’s night ministrations. A few seconds passed in silence. Jonathan’s stare gave way from surprise to confusion. His hand warming with the mug of coffee.
“Holy shit you’re huge.” delivered the surprised host, in the most deadpan voice he could manage. Kayla smiled. She shambled toward the kitchen table. The wooden floor cried at this moving weight, not felt in years. Jonathan simply eyed this beast of a woman stepping through his kitchen, seemingly taking the entire space available, if only through her presence. She pulled a stool. To her, it felt like a small child seat. Her behind, despite her lanky frame, was too wide, overflowing over the side of it. Both her knees were bent, bringing them over the table’s height so long her legs where. Despite everything, Jonathan tried to act as casual as possible. But Kayla could see the red shade on the skin of his face. Jonathan was at a loss for words and it showed. She knew she would have to break the ice.
She took the mug. Her thumb and forefinger large enough to pick it not unlike a small tea cup. Jonathan was looking away in shame, trying to resist looking at Kayla’s chest where the small outdoor breeze had hardened the thick nipples pointing out from her wide, black, areolas.
“Sorry for the lack of clothes. As you probably realized, they don’t fit anymore. Don’t worry, I don’t care.” Jonathan took a sip of coffee, and looked at Kayla.
The imposing woman counted her story: her previous uşak escort life on the coast, her first spurts, how they happened, and her following run away towards familiar safety, towards the idea of a new life. As she recounted the past events in detail, Jonathan eyes simply fixed her with passion.
“… and that’s about it,” she finished.
Kayla had told him everything, including her spurt of the previous evening. While she had spoken, one question rose above all others for him, like heavy tar cumulating on his shoulders.
The morning breeze passed through an open window, and only the friction of moving leaves outside broke the silence. Jonathan stirred his mug a bit.
“Just one thing. This is obviously something entirely new. I’ve never heard anything of the sort, but I can’t ignore what I’m seeing despite my, uh, disbelief.” Kayla shifted a bit on her seat, uncomfortable from her mismatched size compared to the chair. She palmed her mug away, being done with it. Jonathan continued: “Knowing what little we know: what if this doesn’t stop? People only a foot taller are unable to function normally in a world too small for them and you’re… what… well way taller than that, if not the tallest woman to exist.” Kayla smiled. In the span of two weeks she had become something unique, something new and unprecedented. “Well, I don’t know,” she exclaimed, “let’s worry about the problems as we get to them. Otherwise I’ll feel overwhelmed. And, so far, I’m enjoying this.”
She didn’t tell him. Not yet. But yesterday’s thought made her see a vision where nothing could stop her. The return of might as a defining statement of power, of what makes right. All her life, she realized, she had been held back by different factors: her finances, subconscious or conscious xenophobia by others, probable misogyny, or simple bad luck and a lack of notable contacts to pierce in any given field of interest.
But this morning, as she woke up and realized how the unfolded bed felt like a small mattress to her, as she extended and had to put her hand on the ceiling to prevent herself from bashing the top of her skull against it, as the entire world around her seemed like it was shrinking to the size of a doll house, Kayla had to stifle intense excitement. The world seemed to open up. She had heard Jonathan in the kitchen, and felt absolutely no remorse or shame at simply presenting herself at this host she barely knew.
Jonathan seemed unsatisfied with her answer. “All right, well, look: Take it easy today, let me see what I can do on my side to help you. I certainly think we should keep this to ourselves for now until we know better what you’re dealing with. I’ll make some research online to see if I can find anything. This is absolutely wild. Is that alright with you?” Kayla nodded. “I’m good. While you do that… do you think I could try taking a shower?”
Jonathan blushed. “Oh, right. Come with me.” Jonathan removed himself from the kitchen, and motioned his guest to follow. He eyed her as, like an unfolding crane, she rose up from the chair; a small indentation apparent on her posterior from where the sides of her seat had pressed. The wooden floors again complained as her long, skinny looking feet seemed to press down on the floor with the intent to pass through. The sound of ceramic hitting against one another from the cupboard could be heard. Kayla’s weight was truly a new phenomenon for houses like the one van escort Jonathan possessed. She followed her host upstairs with great difficulty, as her toes would take up most of the depth on each step.
“Are you ok?” asked Jonathan as the lumbering giantess arrived on the second floor. The ceiling was a bit lower than downstairs, the corridor also tighter. “I… I can manage!” she responded. As she shifted and twisted about, trying to advance forward without breaking or hitting any wall trinkets, Kayla thought that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Jonathan opened a small door on the right. He pulled some towels from under the sink, placed another on the ceramic floor. When he next turned around, there, in this bright, white room, stood in contrast the immense dark shape of his guest who was busy entering the room almost on her knees as she had to bend over, entering with her shoulders sidewise. “Hot water is here, cold there. Just adjust how you need. The shower head you can pull out if you need some cord… which I think you’ll do. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to close the curtains but, if you can’t, don’t worry about water. I got everything here to quickly take care of it.” explained Jonathan. “I’ll be in the next room if there is anything.” Kayla nodded. While heading out, cramped in the small room, Jonathan tried brushing past her thigh. “Hah, sorry!” The tall amazon laughed, and tried squeezing her massive leg a bit closer, holding the sink with her hands as support. Jonathan raised his arms up and quickly pressed himself to the other side.
Suddenly, a loud, ear splitting crack reverberated through the room. Both yelled in surprise. “I’m so sorry!” Kayla had put too much weight on the sink, and the leg of the wooden cabinet supporting the basin had simply snapped. Jonathan laughed, a feeling of unease slowly grasping him at the throat. “It’s fine. I can repair that. Be careful! I’m just on the other side.” The shy man waved and left.
Alone, in this small quarter, Kayla looked around. Sitting down by the shower tub, she eyed how small everything looked to her. She grasped the handle for the water and turned it around simply by pressing her palms, like one grasps a tangerine. The water warm enough, she positioned herself in the tub, as much as she could. One leg was in, her feet covering a good third of bath’s length. Her behind pressed against the back wall, and her left hand pressed on the wall forward to support her as she bend over to prevent her head hitting the ceiling. She tried placing her right leg inside the tub, but to no avail: she was too wide. Placing herself sideways could have worked, but she thought rinsing would become too awkward. With the tip of a finger, she flicked the handle to send the water from the tap to the shower head. She grabbed it with her thumb and forefinger and started spraying herself. Kayla laughed. The jet itself felt like she was aiming the tip of a small garden hose at her. Bringing the water jet to her back proved difficult, the cord too short to fully pass her breasts and torso.
“Maybe by turning around.” Kayla kept the shower head in her right hand, and slowly repositioned herself. She turned to her left, brought her right leg in the tub and prepared to move her left side out, so that her back would be toward the water jet. That’s when it happened. A quick knock on her left heel as she removed her wet foot from the tub was all the signal her brain needed. Immediately, erzincan escort her balance disappeared. Kayla awkwardly moved left to right as she tried to keep standing, her free hand trying to grab something on the bare wall. But to no avail, she fell. Her right hand tugged at the cord of the shower head she was holding. Her left side extended and found something to grab by catching the corners of the sink. Everything went up in the air for one instant. Effortlessly, the base of the shower apparatus ripped off.
The sound of cracking wood echoed through the room. The broken sink cabinet, once more, had to withstand more weight than it could, and one more leg snapped, sending it tumbling to the side. The metal pipes under found themselves ripped apart. Water sprayed everywhere as the pressured content of the pipes now had open air to spill into.
“Jonathan! I need help!” yelled the completely drenched girl. She got up, put one hand on the hole from the shower pipes and her extended her leg so that her sole could cover up the sink pipes. This only served to pressurize the water more as it blew past any little opening that Kayla couldn’t cover.
Finally, Jonathan arrived, looking completely puzzled at what he was seeing. “Shut the water off! Shut it!” yelled his guest. Jonathan ran downstairs, the shut off valve for the house was in the basement. He ran all the way down, skipping stairs as he could, and ran to the valve, shutting it off. While going back up, he made sure to grab a bucket and a mop.
Kayla was sitting down, her head resting on her folded knees, her arms grabbing her legs, her thighs pressing against both sides of the wall and the crooked sink cabinet. Jonathan stood in the doorway, looking as dejected as her. He brought the mop to her side and threw the bucket by the entrance. Kayla moved her legs open a bit, leaving a spot for him between her feet, and he sat down, looking at the wall in front of him.
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it, it’s just water. The rest though… Anyway, tell me. What happened?” Kayla looked at Jonathan, sitting there between her legs and feet. He looked so vulnerable, her feet as long as most of his legs. “I tripped. That’s it.” she exclaimed without a hint of remorse. At these words, she saw Jonathan blush. “I just reacted instinctively and when I pulled the cord, everything snapped like twigs. I’m not used to this increased strength. I didn’t think I could just rip off the shower with my bare hands.” she continued. Kayla raised the sole of her left foot, her ankle on the ground still, and pocked Jonathan in the arm with her big toe. “At least you’re alive!” she laughed. Jonathan looked at her and smiled. He wasn’t dejected. In fact, he found himself surprisingly liking the atmosphere. The biggest woman on the planet was standing in his tiny bathroom, and he realized how every event that displayed her growing size turned him on even more. Without asking, he turned around and poked at her sole, eliciting a stifled laugh from her. “You made a mess! A complete, terrible mess! How am I going to fix this” he said smiling, continuing to press his finger amidst the folds of her sole. Kayla was glad. This man was accepting her. A sudden rush of emotion seemed to fill her stomach. Climbing up inside her like some kind of overflowing volcano. She wanted to take him. Right here, right now. She pulled her legs back, got on her knees and lowered herself towards him, her torso hovering over him. Jonathan leaned away from her instinctively, his heart beating through his ears.
“Looks like I’m going to have to repay you somehow”, whispered Kayla as she got closer to him, her breasts seemingly taking up his entire vision, her body now taking up all the space he could touch.
She leaned in for the kiss.