Passages
They settled their differences amicably as Jasmin rested on her elbows across the kitchen table. After sharing their final spasm, Ray laid himself along her back, both of them sated, and pleased.
Jasmin stretched, and heaved an enormous sigh, then rested her pleasantly woozy head on her folded arms. Ray thrilled at how she moved. His lips kissed wherever they happened to be. His fingers caressed wherever they happened to be.
Once rested, he stood up, and made to withdraw from her, but the second she felt him move, Jasmin closed herself around him, and held him fast where he was. Surprised by her assertiveness, which he found to be not at all objectionable, he was pleasantly overwhelmed all over again by her strength, and her gentleness. He halfheartedly tugged on himself, expecting her to relax her velvet grip of iron, but this was not to be. She maintained her hold on him, and even gave him an additional tweak, just to let him know that she was well aware of what he was up to, as well as the fact that she was not about to tolerate it. Realizing what she was up to, and not about to - well, fair-to-middling anyway - Ray tugged a bit harder, but, thankfully, his efforts were to no avail as she still maintained her hold.
"Hey," he protested, while being careful not to protest too much.
"Mmmm," Jasmin purred languidly, as if he'd roused her from a dreamy slumber. She shifted her pelvis against him lightly as if to say, 'You have my attention,' and then she tweaked him again to say, 'but I have you.' It seemed, to her, a fair exchange.
Ray tugged on himself, then told her sternly, but not too sternly, "Le' go."
Jasmin paused for awhile, waiting for the 'magic' word, then finally found it necessary to prompt him.
"Say 'please'."
He tugged a bit more, then finally relented.
"Pleeease?"
She was quiet for a while as she weighed the pros, and cons, of his request with clear thinking, and cool, level headed objectivity. Upon reaching her decision, she wiggled her butt against him, and answered with a curt little, "No."
Taken aback by her refusal, and, even moreso, by the apparent failure of the 'magic' word, Ray felt himself to be the victim of a gross injustice. He, instantly, sought redress.
"Aw, c'mon," he whined, "give it back."
"No," Jasmin reiterated with a tone of finality, and then she informed him that, "it's mine now."
Shocked by this new setback, Ray asserted, "It is not!" in a tone of properly mixed surprise, and outrage, that can only be perfected in childhood. He swatted her on the rump, insisting that she, "Gimme dat." He tugged, and pulled some more, grunting, and straining admirably for her benefit, but his efforts, most fortunately, got him nowhere.
He took some time, then, to ponder his predicament, as well as to feast his loving eyes upon the woman who held him prisoner in her feminine grasp. And then he took some more time to consider his plight, but also to admire how her astounding body moved with her breathing, and how just watching her breathe could so easily take his own breath away.
When he was in the midst of taking even more time to consider his predicament, his adoring concentration was interrupted when his mind suddenly hatched a truly diabolical plot; a plan so devious, so underhanded, so, just plain not nice, that Machiavelli himself would've been proud. He would distract her, and then, when the moment was ripe, he'd pluck himself to freedom, to fresh air . . . and then to the bathroom. It was simply ingenious, and served once again to prove, at least in his mind, that two heads are, indeed, better than one.
And so, after taking just a little more time to consider his predicament, Ray launched his campaign, and began his fight for liberation. He began stroking, and massaging, her back. He heard her moan softly, and maybe even felt her, yes, she did relax, but just a bit. Encouraged, he redoubled his efforts, reaching up to include her shoulders in his tactile ministrations. She seemed to respond as he thought he could feel her relax a bit more. He surreptitiously tilted his pelvis a bit, putting just a little pressure on himself in preparation for his victorious retreat. Then, completely redefining the concept of full frontal attack, he reached around her as far as he could, and began to caress her mountainous breasts. Jasmin roused a bit, and moaned deeply her appreciation of his attentions. Ah, but it was all a ruse. It was all part of his carefully laid plan, his leap to freedom. It seemed to be working. Indeed, it was working as he felt her relaxing more, and more. The time was drawing nigh. The moment was ripe. His time was NOW! - but then she took that precise moment to ratchet herself down on him again.
"Um-umm," Jasmin breathed in a lilting moan. She'd actually been more awake than she had seemed. "Just . . . where - do you think you're going?" she asked him pointedly.
"Ooohh maaaan!" Ray whined, quite admirably.
Jasmin smiled with contented confidence, wiggling her butt in time with her singsong voice as she informed him that, "It's mine, it's mine. I got it, and you can't have it. Ha-ha-ha-ha."
Once again, Ray tugged on himself; grunting, and straining effortously, but it was so good - or, rather, it was no good. Her grip on him was just too strong. Finally, at his wits end, he was reduced to name-calling.
"Meanie!" he threw at her.
Stung, Jasmin protested, "Ooohh maaaan!"
He swatted her on the rump again, and threatened, "I'm gonna shove a meter up your ass, and start charging you time."
To this, Jasmin rose up onto her elbows, and peered over her shoulder.
"And I'll charge you rent," she countered.
He tugged a bit more, then laid himself along her back.
"Are you going to give it back," he said close to her ear, "or do I have to get tough?"
At once, Jasmin buried her face in her arms.
"Oh no! Please no!" she begged with Oscar winning theatricality. "Not that. Please, anything but that!"
Ray stroked, and kissed, her mountainous back. Jasmin sighed, and gave him a tweak. Righting his posture, Ray slowly moved his hands along her as he rose, taking time to feel every mound and groove, every swell and indentation. She was truly endless.
"Surveying the damage?" she asked, resting her head on her arms again.
"Wha' do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, how do I look?" she wanted to know. After pausing a moment, she asked a bit hesitantly, "Did I grow again?"
He looked her over from where he stood, and judged her mass and proportions to be the same as they'd been before. Her muscles didn't appear to be any fuller, her definition no sharper. Still, there was something about her that did seem different.
"You look the same as far as I can tell," he informed her. "Humung-ously humungous."
Jasmin moved, and started to push herself up from the table.
"Well, that's a relief," she sighed.
She slowly righted her posture. Not wanting to swat Ray with the result of a head fling, she raked her hair back with her fingers as she rose. She maintained her hold on him, arching her spine so's not to stretch him too much, but just enough to keep his warm, comfortable body against her. She looked over what she could see of herself, and tensed her muscles randomly, watching soberly as the huge volumes of powerful flesh bulged, and hardened, at her command. She became satisfied that her physique wasn't any larger.
"Maybe this growth is finally over," she ventured.
No it's not, Ray thought as the difference he'd previously wondered about now stared him in the face. He expected, since they were now close to being equal in height, that he should be at eye level with the back of her head. Instead, however, he found himself staring squarely at the base of her neck. He glanced down to note that, yes, her heels were on the floor, and then he found that he had to actually look up to see the back of her head. After looking her over from the disadvantage of his close proximity to her, he judged her size and proportions to have all remained the same, but she was now almost a foot taller. Her growth had been tremendous, far greater than anything before. He quickly imagined that her strength had also grow in proportion to the rest of her, and wondered if her other powers had grown as well. Had her density increased that much more? Had this new growth spawned yet new abilities? His view of her made him dizzy as he watched her incredibly thick, broad back slowly swell, and recede, with her breathing. God, did she breathe! She'd become so much larger! he thought. So much more beautiful! He would've swooned if she hadn't been, literally, holding him up.
"Hey!" he heard her gently call to him, jarring him from his reverie. Jasmin gave him a little 'heads up' tweak to make sure she had his attention. "What're you doing back there?" she asked him with a touch of playful suspicion, hoping that he was up to no good.
"Jasmin," Ray addressed her, his voice sounding strangely distant. He was utterly stupefied by her monumentality. "I think . . . you'd better turn around."
She smiled, and tweaked him again.
"Oh, do I have to?" she wondered in her little girl voice. She then speculated, using her normal voice, "I think you're just trying to trick me into letting you go."
"Trust me," he assured her through his stupor of awe. "You gotta see this."
His tone caused Jasmin to wonder, but it didn't seem to merit undue concern. She relished the feeling of having him inside her, but his tone had caused her to wonder.
"Oh, alright," she relented with a suitable pout to her tone.
She relaxed, and felt him slip away from her.
"Bye-bye," she murmured with a touch of longing. "I'll miss you."
Ray took a good sized backward step to give her room to move, but, even at that, her shoulder glanced the tip of his nose as she turned around. She was looking up to where she knew his face would be.
"But I warn you, if this is a trick - ," she was saying before she realized that she was talking to thin air.
She froze. She thought. Okay, where'd 'e go? she wondered as her eyes darted right, and left. Then she thought she saw something at the bottom of her visual field. She looked down to see a completely unfamiliar angle of Ray's face gazing up at her.
"Surprise," he offered weakly, praying that the shock wouldn't hit her too hard.
"Oh my God!" she whispered.
Wide-eyed, Jasmin instantly pressed her fingers to her mouth. Just as quickly then, she calmed, lowering her hands as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, you had me scared," she scolded him good naturedly. "You really had me going for a second, you bugger."
Ray could say nothing. They stood there, awkwardly regarded one another from their new perspective.
"So," Jasmin prompted, "okay. Joke's over. You can get up off your knees now."
He continued looking at her, loving her, hurting for her. Finally, all he do was whisper, "Impy."
The way he looked was making Jasmin nervous. His apparent lack of compliance with her request spurred her to take matters into her own hands. She grabbed him under his arms, and lifted.
"Ray, come on," she beseeched him. "It's not funny anymore. Stand up here."
His weight offered no resistance to her as she literally lifted him from the floor. She raised him up to where she thought his head should be, having no idea that his feet were dangling by her shins. She looked up to him where she held him, and tried to feel safe again.
"There," she said, smiling uncomfortably, "that's better."
Ray hung in her grasp, his armpits cradled in her incredibly powerful hands, his shoulders painfully hunched. He still didn't know how to tell her, so he reached out, and placed his loving hands on her now monstrous biceps.
"Impy," he told her caringly.
Jasmin studied his face, wondering why he was holding his shoulders in such an awkward position. That can't be very comfortable, she thought, and then she recognized his look. It wasn't often that he regarded her with such feeling, but it was such that she could draw no comfort from it. She glanced down, and noticed their arms. She already knew that hers were much larger than his, but now they looked to be even larger, and, somehow, longer. She looked back at him, her eyes frightened, pleading. Ray's jaw, and chin tightened as he returned her gaze. His hands slowly caressed her enormous muscles.
"No," Jasmin uttered softly.
Her breathing changed, and she began to exhale in convulsive little gasps. She began to lower Ray slowly. They watched each other constantly as he descended, and their perspective changed until his feet were on the floor again, and his shoulders had lowered to their natural position. He now stood at eye-level with her collarbones. Jasmin looked down on him, and hated it.
"No," she said again.
She removed her hands from him, then slowly lowered herself until she sat on the floor. The realization of what had happened exploded in her mind, and overwhelmed her. She drew her knees up to her chest, and hugged them tightly, trying to make herself small again. There she remained, starring into space, her mouth, and chin, quivering uncontrollably, her breathing convulsed by wretched sighs.
Ray knelt beside her, and took as much of her as he could into his arms. The sensation of his closeness roused her enough to open to him, and she let him pull her large head onto his shoulder.
"No," she murmured once again, and then she quietly wept.
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