GITJ Post 375: Back Together, p1

Melissa had ordered from the Thai place down the street, enough for the two of them. She’d offered dinner to some of the girls, if they wanted to stay after work and share, but a bunch of them were headed out to “The Tipsy Taco” on this Tuesday for burgers. Go figure.

Melissa had declined the invite for herself and him, wanting to have some time together. She’d been away all day! The clinic girls at Evolution kept her much longer than she’d thought they would, and she missed him. Hearing him talk about his day, between his tentative bites at his Drunken Noodle (she’d warned him he might not like it so spicy), she was pleased, and felt better about her absence. At least he’d kept himself busy all day.

They’d set up their little early-evening meal in the breakroom, sitting next to one another at one of the small tables; Melissa had made sure to get nice and close. Everyone else had gone, the office was empty, and the lights outside in the halls were low. Melissa had set up their spread - his noodles, her curry and soup, spring rolls and some Pad Thai in case one of them was really hungry.

That one would be Melissa.

“If you’re not going to eat that,” she giggled, reaching over to fork up a good-sized scoop of his dinner and plop it onto her paper plate.

He’d been talking about his patients, and how busy he'd been at the office all day. He was so cutely animated that Melissa was really just letting him babble. She’d stopped him at one point when he started describing Mr. Burke’s abscessed foot - “eww gross we’re eating dinner!” - but otherwise it warmed her to see him so positive, so relaxed, so engaged. She knew he’d had a weird morning here without her; the girls had told her how he’d seen the video from this weekend that had gone viral and that he’d had a little bit of a freak-out. But things were better now. His day had been good, it sounded.

Katarina’s breastmilk seemed to help.

“Wow you’re pretty hungry,” Dr. J commented, watching his new girlfriend, his Office Manager, and possibly the most physically attractive woman on the planet scarf down her Tom Yum Goong. She’d already basically finished her chicken, all but one of the appetizers, and now part of his meal. “Where are you putting it all?”

She giggled as she sat up purposefully straight,  pushing out her jaw-droppingly huge chest and making him immediately realize ‘where she was putting it all’...

His eyes, of course, goggled - she loved it when they did that - and a piece of noodle fell out of his mouth. I could have burst a button for him, if I wanted, she thought, but I like this blouse and we don’t need him having a stroke..

“I am hungry,” she agreed, once he’d recovered. She’d decided not to tell him about the physical trials the team at Evolution had put her through today. They’d made her hungrier than usual…and these days she was always hungry.

But she, in an uncharacteristic moment, didn’t want to put the focus on herself. Not yet anyway. She liked how confident and relaxed he seemed, here alone with her, this evening. What Katarina had pumped today really seemed to bring out the best in him, a thought which brought back a warm, familiar feeling in her own chest. She casually readjusted a bra-strap through her yellow silk blouse. Maybe breastmilk has to become a regular part of your diet haha.

She felt a little bad that he still thought they’d given him regular old 2%, but that really couldn’t be helped. If he knew he’d been drinking the breastmilk of his pretty, young, Polish Medical Records Clerk, he’d freak.

This cute, extra-helping of aplomb that he seemed to be peacocking gave Melissa the confidence to broach what she knew would have otherwise been a sensitive topic: the video from this weekend. She mentioned it as breezily as she could,.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, trying to finish chewing the last bite he’d taken of his spring roll. Funny that Melissa thinks these are delicious. To me it tastes like cardboard. “That.”

“I hear you’re internet famous now,” Melissa giggled, putting a bit of sauce onto his plate, thinking a sweet dip might help him stomach some more food. “How many followers do you have now?”

“What? On Instagram? I don’t have a phone, remember?” he answered, watching her big, strong hands squeeze the little honey-chili packet, “So, uh, I dunno? It’s a private account anyway…”

“Well, we should check soon,” Melissa continued, “I bet you might be surprised by how many requests you get.”

“That’d be weird,” he answered, chuckling again. “But, yeah,” he continued, “it was strange how, today at breakfast, and then in seeing that video, I started to remember some of the, uh, things that happened this weekend."

“Oh yeah? What sort of things?” Melissa replied, squeezing the last little bits of sweet chili sauce onto her own plate. Could he see through her act? She knew he wasn’t all that sharp when it came to emotional signs and stuff, but she still felt her heart skip a beat. “

As he went on to describe his memories, the rough images and strange moments he was now able to recall of his Saturday among the women at Melissa’s house, his tone was surprisingly relaxed. The growth of the girls, the wanton intimacy, and maybe even some shrinking on his own part…it didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as she would have guessed.

He was even laughing a little about it. She was shocked that he seemed to be starting to come to terms with not only what happened this weekend, but what life was changing into in general. He was diminishing, yes, but he was surrounded by increasingly strong, confident, capable women that loved and cared for him, herself most of all. What, exactly, was keeping him placated? Some of it had to be the milk from this morning, and some of it was her omnipresent pheromones. But some of it was…well…despite all the stress he felt these days, he was also having fun. A lot of fun. Things were getting exciting.

Oh god, this is a really good step, honey, you starting to accept this, she mused, and then thought - in a wicked little moment - So what’s our next step gonna be?

She really liked this side of him! “So,” she asked, once more feigning nonchalance as she tried to use her chopsticks again to pick up a piece of green pepper from her curry, “would you be up for - not today! but maybe later - making, like, another video...? Just the two of us..?" The pepper fell from her utensils’ grasp.

“Haha maybe!” he laughed, with a casual confidence that surprised her once again.

She pictured it in her head, she couldn’t help it, and went for the pepper a second time. Oh jesus I want to make you look so small.

“Have you always been this terrible with chopsticks?”

She laughed, and threw one of them at him. “YES!” she exclaimed, snorting and remembering the terrible time she had as a young teen trying to navigate those fancy dinners in Taiwan, “I stink!”

“OW!” he laughed back, as the cheap little piece of aspen wood clattered off him and onto the floor.

“I’m just going to use a fork!” she declared, “But I’m gonna learn…”

She picked up her fork again and, after a pause, he asked about her day.

She hesitated, looking down at her food before she answered. What she’d explained to him before about Evolution, about her history with it, had been - uh - limited, to say the least.

“So, I’ve told you I go to this clinic, at Evolution. I’ve gone there for years,” she began, unsure of where she should tread but feeling the pull to be honest with him, the man she loved, “They sort of study these growth spurts I have...”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, putting down a carrot slice he’d decided was too much.

“And, uh, this is a big one, this past month or two, how much I’ve shot up…” she continued, picking up her fork and stabbing a piece of curried chicken.

“You think?” he interjected, uncharacteristically glib.

She smiled. “Yeah, well, it really isn’t stopping, and they’re concerned that I’m starting to grow faster.” The chicken was gone in one bite.

He felt the warm weight of that truth hit him right in his gut - and then start to settle lower. His cock - goddamn this fucking thing - liked the sound of that, despite its context, and was swelling down his pantleg. He was still in his scrubs. He should be worried, right? Not about getting a boner - that was almost his normal state of being, these days - but about his girlfriend being in the midst of an unexplainable growth spurt? Not to mention that apparently she could bench-press a car. It made no sense, it sounded dangerous, but jesus. It’s so fucking hot.

“D-do they know why you’re growing?” he asked, aware that this conversation had a much different tone than it should. He was a physician, and he was surrounded - apparently - by women who grew bigger by the day. Was this some sort of disease? There should be investigation going on, performed by  someone other than a half-shady, impossibly-funded pharmaceutical company with questionable origins and motives. But, though he knew better than to  pursue it on his own, he couldn't help but be interested. “Like, is it…something genetic?”

“Yeah sort of…” she replied, hoping she wasn’t sounding as evasive as she felt. Ooooo I just want to tell you! Tell you everything! My mom! My sister!! You!!! Everything that’s happening! She knew, though, she couldn’t! Ahg!!!

He was a bit bewildered that he knew so little about her family; she’d been so good at avoiding the topic. He, though, had to admit that he’d been the same way.

“Do other people in your family have the same, uh, things?” Like, do you come from a family of Amazon thunder goddesses? He was starting to feel like he was living - instead of in the real world - in one of the comic books from his youth.

“My family?” she answered, pulling the tray of Pad Thai towards herself and starting to scoop out a healthy blob of noodles, “Uh, well, my mom…my family…they’re weird…”

He looked at her beside him at the table as she served herself yet another plateful of take-out Thai food. She was in some sort of moment of reflection. He couldn’t help but marvel at how her beauty had risen recently. Again. He watched wordlessly as she pushed the tray aside and composed herself. She straightened in her cheap plastic chair, her posture growing naturally regal as she - apparently not happy with her hair -  removed it from its clip, and began shaking it out.

The thickly dark, undulating mass flowed down her back like swirling eddies in a writhing river, hypnotizing him with its lushness. She gathered its incredible volume in her hands, her high brows arched as she tamed it. Her massive and expressive eyes twinkled as she looked at him, watching him watch her. Her full lips formed a warm smile, and she enjoyed his rapt attention; he seemed so fascinated by something as simple as a girl putting up her hair haha. She wrinkled her perfect nose, and he could do nothing but admire how her lofty cheekbones complemented her achingly flawless complexion, giving her face a timeless,  imperious elegance.

He shook himself back to reality. “So, uh, nothing they’re doing, though?” he asked, “Trying to stop it?”

She almost giggled. Stop it? Why would I want them to stop it?

“No, no. In the end, still no answers,” she lied, feeling honestly a little bad, “they just want to watch, wait.” She took in a nice, gentle breath, and let it out, seeing his eyes fall again to her chest. Haha, careful Missy. You’re starting to get turned on. “But in the meantime you get to just sit back and enjoy watching me get bigger…” she said, his eyes still on her bosom, “...and bigger.”

gurk. “I just…I hope you’re okay,” he said genuinely, meeting her eyes.

“Ahhh, I’m better than okay,” she purred, letting her voice drop an octave. She paused. “In fact, I feel great.” She took a sip of her water, and thought that this would be a good time to do what they’d asked her to do, to ask him to come into the clinic. I could ask if they could give you a checkup, tell you maybe what’s up with you, maybe they could figure out why you’ve been…nngh. Shrinking.

She took another sip of water, But they all know, already. They know exactly what’s going on. It’s all because of me. They just want to study you like a -

A sudden protective urge made Melissa bristle. She’d had these feelings like she has to protect him from danger before. She’d talked about them to Marcia, to the other lab techs, and to the psych team. Her instincts told her loud and clear: hold it, don’t say anything to him right now. Don’t invite him to Evolution. I always thought it was outside dangers that I had to worry about, she thought, But maybe I actually have to start protecting him from them.

It was time for a change of topic. Putting down her water, and pushing aside the pad thai, she reached for her tablet. ”Let’s talk about the new hires…” she offered…

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