Find Your Biggest Self - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Chapter 9

Dinner was over, talking to him was… not quite as charming as she thought.

He complimented her, so much, but they were all comments on her body. Is it because she has gained weight? Does he prefer thicker women?

Could that be the reason why he suddenly started talking to her?

“Would you like me to give you a ride home? Or… maybe a ride to MY home…?” he said, sure enough Lucy will fall for his charming smile and his lovely eyes.

“I… I´m feeling a little tired. I don´t mean to be rude, but I´d love it if you could give me a ride to my apartment.” She´s uncertain, does he have a genuine interest on her, or is it just her body?

She has noticed some changes, maybe she should confirm things before she takes a decision. After all, she likes to think things through before giving the next step.

“Oh, for sure, maybe some other time. I mean, if you´re tired, I can take you to your apartment.” And so, she rejected his invitation.

But he should´ve known. He´s not that much taller than her. Women are often attracted by a tall man, sometimes even lured by his height enough to just follow him. And he had the looks too.

But he has no idea Lucy hasn´t been this tall all the time. The real question should be, as she´s not standing at 5´11” and he´s 6´3”, will there be the same attraction when she´s taller?

“Thanks again for the ride.” She said, now standing in front of her apartment´s door.

“No problem, Lucy. Anything for a woman as charming as you.” He said.

Lucy smiled, he was so kind, his words sound so right, and he was so handsome. Maybe they could kiss, that´s the least she can give him…

Lucy closed her eyes, and he knew what was coming, so he closed his eyes too while she was slowly approaching.

He bent, but not too much, and their lips met. His hand, landing gently behind her back, pulling her a little towards him. Her hands, landing on his shoulders to get a hold of him.

Lucy stands at 6´1” with heels, that´s why they are almost the same height, but she should be questioning some other things too. Like, why are they so close in height? Her heels aren´t even that tall!

Even when he was waiting for an invitation in, she simply said goodbye, thanked him again and entered her apartment.

“Oh well, there´s always a second chance…” he thought, sure enough that Lucy will make him work hard to get her. Resisting his charms, only to make him desire her more. And he thought he was the player…

But, in reality, she´s not doing any of that. She´s just thoughtful on what she wants exactly. And also concerned her body might be the only reason why her boss is so charming with her all of a sudden.

She needs to think this through, or get some advice…

“Mona,” Lucy asked, now at Mona´s place, in front, again, of a huge plater.

“Yes, dear?” The amazon asked.

“What would you think if… a man complimented you?” Lucy asked.

“There´s nothing wrong with compliments, unless they are, you know, those “compliments” that are just a façade for men to speak their lusty thoughts and make it seem non-offensive, even if they truly are.” She frowned a little.

“I mean, that´s surely rude, but what I mean to say is, if a man compliments you, in a polite, and even romantic way, but the compliments are mostly about your looks, is that… fine?” she asked.

“Like, complimenting your outfit? Your hair? The color of your lipstick?” Lucy nodded. “Your eyes? Your lips? The perfume you´re wearing?” Lucy nodded again.

“Yeah, those things. They… aren´t they a bit superficial?” she asked.

“Listen, men fall in love for what they can see. If they like your hair, they will compliment your hair. If they like your eyes, they will compare them to a precious stone and let you know. If they like your perfume, they will breathe in and then tell you how sweet your aroma is. Some even made poems, but not anymore…” Mona explained.

“Well, I guess it´s nice, I´m not saying it´s not. But, I guess my question is, what if a man ONLY compliments your by your looks? Like, what if the only thing they talk about is how pretty you are, the way the dress looks on you. Your hair, your eyes, those kinds of… superficial things. Shouldn’t there be something else?” Lucy was making a point.

“OH! I see, you think someone likes you only because of your body?” Mona said.

“Pretty much…” Lucy admitted, a bit shy.

“Have you known him for a while? Or just recently?” Mona asked.

“I… it´s been a while, but I think he just noticed me recently.” She said.

“Ok, I see… in that case, I´ll give it some time. Make sure if it´s true love, or a mere interest on your body.” Mona said. “If he doesn´t love you for who you are, and only by how you look, I think he doesn´t deserve your attention.” She added, now driving a piece of bread to her mouth.

“Thank you, Mona.” She knew she could trust her for advice. And now, another small question, “Have you… ever been through that?”

“Through what, dear?” Mona asked.

“Through… men who only want your… body?” Maybe the answer was yes.

Mona was a monumental woman. Standing at 7´2”, with curves that could give some men a heart-attack, that if her cheering size didn´t before.

Her hips, so thick, with thighs so thick they could destroy watermelons. A waist that endowed her with a sensuously thick hourglass figure. And a pair of breasts that made melons look like grapes.

So tall, so thick, a mature sensuality. Of course, it´ll be easy for Lucy to think Mona was a bombshell.

If at her current age, and Lucy won´t say that so that she doesn´t sound rude, Mona looks this good, how did she look when she was younger? How did she look when she was on her twenties like Lucy?

Lucy wondered if Mona, due to her height, was a shapely woman with long legs. She looks good, very good, but she must´ve been a muse back on the day!

But that´s just what she thinks. It hasn´t been quite like that…

Mona had a certain spurt when she moved into this land. Her body wasn´t like the one she has right now. Not only not as thick, but not as tall of a frame. Mona´s been through some change; a change Lucy is going through right now…

“I never paid attention to men who only leered at me. But, in the end, I realized all men just wanted to check me out. That´s one of the reasons I left. But, trust me, it´s better to have your men under the spell of your body, than to be alone.” That´s a sincere thought.

Of course, Mona won´t mention the fact that, once, she stood at 5´2”. But she had quite a thick butt, which makes what she said true. Men were al checking out her thick ass. And she often hated it.

Lucy nodded, and smiled. She appreciated her advice.

Maybe Mona has found someone she can share her experience with. Someone she can teach some things. And Lucy´s a nice lady. The only problem is, Mona hasn´t been fully sincere with her.

Lucy will go through some growth, and not just as a person. Hopefully, this will give her the confidence it gave to Mona. The strength, that feeling if independency.

Mona feels as if she was lying to her, she feels a bit guilty. But this is all for her own good. Besides, even at 5´11”, Lucy still looks a bit short to her. Maybe a few more inches won´t hurt…

And so, Lucy had made up her mind. She went on a couple more dates with Mr. Hazy, who she simply called Tom.

But as the dates piled up, so did the inches. It´s almost impossible to think she hasn´t noticed. But Lucy´s mind was completely set on finding out if Tom felt true love for her. And so, she ignored a couple other things…

“Fuck! I just refuse to think this pants don´t fit! Is it because of the fancy dinners with Tom? Maybe Mona´s huge platters of food are going straight to my hips. Ugh! I don´t know when I´ll be unable to afford new clothes…” Lucy complaint. Trying to put on a pair of jeans.

If they were of the stretchy kind, they would´ve made it past her thicker thighs. All the way up to her wider hips and over her juicier glutes. Then, she could see her waist is not the problem, but her sensuously thicker curves.

It´s been a few weeks, and the growth hasn´t stopped, or slowed down. However, size had been accumulating over the past few days, and this morning, she woke up thicker, and of course, taller.

She´s not the same 5´6” Lucy that ran away of her problems; not even the same 5´11” Lucy she was at the beginning of the month, now, she´s a totally new Lucy. One that stands at 6´3”!

And now, at last, she´s starting to notice that this is not a mere weight gain…

She can no longer ignore it. Even if she was careless on that aspect. It´s not just the thickening of her body, not only the expanding of her curves. Something else is changing on her.

The question should be, why has she noticed it just now? Just now that she´s nine-inches taller?

Couldn´t she see she stood much taller than the rest of the women at the office? Didn´t she notice she surpassed most men? That door frames are closer to the top of her head?

Her mind always seemed to be somewhere else.

Busy with work, busy with the thought that she might be gaining weight. And, of course, busy with the question: “Is this love?” Is her relationship with his Boss, if it can be called that way, real?

Most of her thoughts were focused on what he said. Complimenting the way she looks, that´s nice, but there´s more than just the liking for her body, right?

Then, he started complimenting her for her work. But she was a bit reluctant on that. Was it because she was improving? Or because all those compliments about her looks were starting to get old?

Well, she´s not that “distracted” anymore. And now, as she´s standing, wearing no pants and an oversized shirt, she´s wondering if she should measure herself.

“Have… have my fingers been this long?” she was looking at her hand.

“Has my… have my legs been this long?” she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her legs definitely look much thicker, but longer too.

Even her neck looks longer. And the distance between her boobs and her belly button, it seems it has lengthened a bit.

How didn´t she notice until now?

She rushed; she needed a way to know how tall she was. So, instead of using a measuring tape, which would be easier, she had to use a ruler.

She stood in front of the wall, drew a line at the top of her head, and started measuring. One foot at the time.

“One foot, two feet, three, four…” When she counted four-feet, there was more than just a foot left in height to measure.

“S-six?” Six feet, and there´s still a couple more inches left.

“No way… no, no… how? HOW?!” 6´3”, she made sure to check, three times, and she was now a much taller woman.

How come she didn´t notice? Why hasn´t anyone said anything? Was this normal? Maybe she should go see a doctor…