Lucy's yell echoed through the apartment as she slammed shut the bathroom door. From behind it came the sound of Rich shouting "Honey, wait! I--damn it," followed by him moving around.
Lucy heard nothing but her pounding heart. She stumbled to the living room and sat down heavily on the sofa. "Calm down, calm down, calm down," she kept repeating to herself.
She still couldn't erase the image of it: Rich on the toilet, using both hands to stroke his wildly-inflated penis, its tip nearly grazing his chin.
"Lucy. Look at me, Lucy." Rich sat next to her on the sofa, holding her hands and gently kneading them with his thumbs. "Lucy."
She finally raised her head to look at him. "What the hell was that?"
Rich started to answer, sighed, started to answer again, then shook his head. "My secret."
"Secret?" Lucy's voice rose several octaves. "Secret? Spending the afternoon at a bar instead of at work is a secret. Cheating on a test is a secret. Hell, having an affair is a secret. That--"
"That was something I've had to deal with since I was fourteen." Rich stood up, nervously tapping his hand against his leg. "I kept meaning to tell you. I wanted to tell you."
"I don't get it. It was never that...that big before...." Lucy fell quiet, folded her hands in her lap.
Rich grimaced. "I never let you see it that big before." He glanced down at his tapping hand, then shoved it in a pocket. "Now that it's, well, out, I guess I need to tell you about it. About why I was afraid to tell you.
"That started happening at puberty. There I was, fourteen, just a big mass of hormones. I was starting to notice girls, I was growing hair where I never had it before, and I was starting to get woodies.
"It wasn't long after my first wet dream that I ran into my problem." He paced around, walking in tight little circles. "If I didn't...well, you know...."
"Masturbate?"
"Jack off, right. If I didn't do that regularly, then after a while my--well, it would get bigger."
Lucy just looked at him for a moment. "Bigger."
"Yeah. Say I started daydreaming about something and got stiff. You know I'm not huge or anything, but when you're fourteen, six inches feels like a tentpole. Well, if I didn't...relieve myself, then later that night I'd have grown a bit. I'd be a couple of inches longer and a little thicker around."
"Bigger."
"Yes, bigger." He stopped pacing. "Bigger long, bigger thick, bigger and harder to hide."
"I thought guys wanted to be big."
"Sure, if it's the normal kind of big. But I couldn't control my growth. Still can't. If I stay master of my domain, I just keep getting bigger and bigger. It's as if every time I get turned on I start storing something up. Back then if I got a hard-on that didn't go away for a while, I'd feel it grow a bit, then a bit more, then a bit more.
"You know how much fun that is when you're a teenager? When you're young and horny and turned on by the smallest things? I'd see a lingerie ad or something and foom! off I'd go. It wasn't like I could always just duck into the bathroom or something."
"But I never knew." Lucy shook her head. "I never even guessed."
"I got good at hiding it. And it got better as I got older. My hormones settled down, and so did my incredible growing penis."
"I still don't see why you couldn't have just told me."
"I'm getting to that." Rich sat down again and sighed heavily. "You haven't heard about Jenny."
Lucy frowned. "Jenny?"
"My first real girlfriend. I liked her a lot, and she liked me. Boy, did she keep me busy running to the bathroom." Rich laughed. "We were both sixteen, and I'd never had a hot-and-heavy girlfriend. I was scared to. I guess Jenny liked the quiet types, because she asked me out on our first date.
"One thing led to another, and before I knew it we'd gone parking. She drove me to a secluded spot in the woods and we started necking. No serious petting, just a lot of kissing and rubbing.
"Well, to make a long story short, I kind of exploded under all that attention. She shoved me out of the car on that back country road and left me, my shorts shoved down and my underwear ripped to pieces. I had to relieve myself and go flag down a passing truck to get back into town."
Lucy started giggling. "Hey, it wasn't funny to me!" Rich said.
"I guess not, but I keep picturing you in the dark on that road, with shreds of underwear around you--" Lucy kept laughing harder and harder.
Rich smiled. "Okay, okay, it was a pretty funny sight. And I guess I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about it. But I was sixteen, and my first big sexual encounter had just ended in embarrassment.
"So I was afraid to tell any of my later dates. I was careful through high school to, ah, prepare for my dates. By the time I was in college, I wasn't growing as often or as fast. Better self-control, maybe, the same way I don't get stiff at every little thought."
"We've been married for two years! Don't you know I'm in this for the long haul now?"
"Three next month. I know, I know, I should have told you. Like I said, I kept meaning to tell you, but I kept getting scared. I'd been missing you while you were gone this week, and then you flew home early from Philly just in time to catch me."
Lucy walked behind Rich's chair and started rubbing his shoulders. "Did you ever go to a doctor about it?"
"Right, that'd be loads of fun. I'd get poked and prodded, they'd prick me with needles, and in the end I'd just be another medical report. Abnormal Increase in Tumescense Following Prolonged Stimulation or something." Rich's shoulders tightened under Lucy's hands.
"Hey, hey! It's okay." She walked in front of Rich. "Look, I married you for better or worse, and this is a long way from being worse. I was surprised; I didn't react very well."
"I don't want this to come between us."
Lucy smiled. "It won't." She giggled. "Especially if it stays small." Rich snorted in response. "You'll just have to give me some time to get used to the idea. Used to it, I suppose. Anyway, just for now, why don't you keep yourself more...normal."
Grinning, Rich pulled her down on his lap. "You bet," he said, and hugged her close. "Thanks for not being too weirded out by all of this."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
It turned out to be only three weeks before Rich's penis came up again in a spectacular manner. Lucy later blamed the wine she'd had for dinner, though neither had any real complaints afterwards.
The evening started out normal enough. It was their third wedding anniversary, and Rich had come home early from the architectural firm to cook. Though they had had sex several times since Lucy discovered Rich in the bathroom, it had been more than a little awkward. Rich only hoped that tonight's dinner would help smooth things over.
"More wine, m'sieur," Lucy told him, waving her empty wine glass at him.
"Certainment." The red wine swirled into the cup, and Lucy took a quick sip before setting it down again.
"I trust the chicken Kiev was to madam's liking."
"But of course." She laughed and downed some more wine, then looked up at him through her long lashes. "Now that madam's hunger has been sated, zere is another hunger growing."
"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom, then?" Rich grabbed Lucy over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, with her squealing and drumming her fists on his back with her hands. He tossed her on the bed and lept beside her.
They kissed, and kissed some more, and when they came up for air, Lucy said, "Rich?"
"Yes, madam?"
"I....well. I'm ready."
"I should hope so. Anniversary dinner, fine wine--"
But she was shaking her head at him. "No, no, that's not what I mean. I...I want to see you big."
Rich raised up on his elbows and looked at her. Finally, "Are you sure, Luce? You've had a lot of wine, and I'd hate to muck up our anniversary."
She smiled slowly. "I'm sure." She began undoing his pants. "No, I'm more than sure. I'm eager." She zipped open his fly and began calling, "Helloooo? Mr. Big Boy, where are yoooou?"
"Heh. This may take a while. I've been pretty careful about keeping myself drained."
Lucy gently bit his earlobe, then whispered, "So what now?"
What now was a long period of foreplay. They finished stripping down and Lucy began the process of driving Rich crazy. She ran her tongue down the inside of his thighs. He cupped her breasts. She nibbled on his toes. He ran his hands up and down her body.
At one point, with her licking his penis and his face buried in her crotch, he pulled back and gently stopped Lucy. "Whoa, whoa, you're in danger of ending the show before it begins."
She turned around and lay next to him, rubbing her breasts against him. "Didn't mean to go so fast." She glanced at Rich's rigid penis. "So when does it begin?"
"No telling. I never know quite when it'll happen."
"This certainly is taking a while. Not," she gasped as his fingers started exploring her clitoris, "that I mind."
Rich smiled, then stopped, looking very intent. His fingers stilled, and he reached out and put her hand on his penis. "I think it's beginning."
"I thought you didn't--whoa!" Under her hand Rich's penis throbbed. She watched as its head crept forward, past the crease of his waist, not stopping until it covered his navel.
"That's a couple of inches right there," she said, then wrapped her mouth around it. It was definitely thicker, and filled her throat more than before. She could feel the blood flowing just under its surface.
"Oh, wow, that's nice." He arched his back, then fell back against the sheets.
"Will you grow more?" Lucy ran her hands over Rich's chest and rubbed his chin.
"Possibly, but not for a while. I've been too diligent at keeping it at bay. Why don't we finish up with--ah!" They both gasped as Lucy slid over his penis. It wasn't too tight a fit, but she could feel the difference.
Both Lucy and Rich were at fever's pitch after the protracted foreplay, and it didn't take long for both of them to come, Lucy first, bucking on top of Rich and calling his name, then him.
Afterwards they rolled apart. "I'll take the wet spot," Rich told Lucy groggily. Lucy felt around, but couldn't find one. The sheets were slightly damp with their sweat, but other than that were clean.
"There's not one," she started to tell Rich, but he had already begun snoring.
"Men," she muttered happily as she spooned up next to him.
"What happens if you wait too long between services?" Lucy asked Rich after another long night of sex. Something about having Rich get just a little bigger than normal had re-energized their love life, and they were now having night-time rendezvous several times a week.
Rich rolled off her and onto his back. "Only happened to me once." He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "I was at home by myself one spring break. My friends were all out of town, and I didn't have much to do besides watch cable."
"I see where this is headed, no pun intended." Lucy giggled. "Lots of HBO and Cinemax?"
"Yeah, Cinemax was my downfall. I watched all that soft-core porn stuff they show on Friday nights for a long time. Kept getting more and more excited and more and more tired. I finally fell asleep on the couch."
"Let me guess. You woke up with more than you bargained for."
"A lot more. I must have pushed my boxers down while I was asleep, because when I woke up I had the most massive hard-on I'd ever had. I couldn't reach its end. I couldn't even stand up."
"Good grief. What'd you do?"
"Crawled to my bed, dragging that giant thing behind me. I got scared enough that it finally went limp part-way there and I could walk again. It shrunk a little, but that just meant that it was swinging down around my ankles. I didn't know what to do, so I just crawled into bed and slept some more."
Lucy kneaded Rich's chest. "That can't have helped it."
"Actually, it was exactly what I needed. I had the most vivid dream, and when I woke up I was normal sized. Of course, I had to wash my sheets in the worst way, and it took three days for me to get the smell out of my room."
Lucy couldn't help it. She dissolved into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she laughed hard enough that she started crying. "Did," she gasped out, "did your parents...?"
"Oh, no. I had days before they came home. Plenty of time to get those sheets mostly clean and to open the windows."
A few nights later, Lucy told Rich, "I want to see you really big this time around."
"Really big, huh?"
"You bet. I'm talking forearm length, mister."
"Uh-huh. And how much time are you going to be spending on this little project of yours?" Rich glanced at Lucy, who was smiling a particularly wicked smile.
"You let me worry about that."
Worry about it she did. She worked him over, fondling his testicles, running her tongue over all of his sensitive parts, doing everything she could think of. But after nearly forty minutes, Rich's penis was barely past his navel.
"Okay," Lucy said as she pulled her hair back from her face. "I've got to speed this up."
"I don't know, this is a lot of fun by itself." He tweaked one of Lucy's nipples.
"Stop that," she said, "I've got an idea." She began caressing Rich's penis, then wrapped her mouth around it. After tonguing it for a while, she looked at Rich. "Let me know when you're close to coming."
"Uh, Luce, I'm kind of...mmmm." Lucy had resumed her tender work on Rich.
A few minutes later: "Luce, I'm getting pretty close."
She took a break from sucking. "I can tell." She went back to work, and as Rich started breathing really fast, she stopped.
"Ahh! No! What're you doing?" He grimaced in near-pain.
"Shh! Don't be a baby," Lucy hissed, grinning at him. Then it happened. His penis throbbed, then started swelling. In a moment it was nearly to his sternum.
Rich shook his head. "That's one way to--ooohhh." Lucy was back at it again. Within fifteen minutes Rich's penis nearly reached his neck and was as big around as a drinking glass.
"Wow," Lucy breathed. "That's pretty impressive, Mr. Architect."
"And what would my partners think of my latest erection?"
"Silly man."
"Yes." He glanced down. "You know you can't leave me like this."
She cast a critical eye at Rich. "I guess two feet is enough for now," she said, moving to the head of the bed, just above Rich.
"For now?"
"You know what I mean." Fellating Rich was like trying to fit a good-sized orange in her mouth, but Lucy wrapped her lips around what she could of his head and stroked the shaft. It only took a minute, and the sudden burst of semen surprised her. She reflexively swallowed some, then leaned back in time to get another jet down her front. Rich shuddered in front of her, nearly yelling in ecstasy.
It was a few minutes before Rich came back to his senses. "Wow. Oh wow. That was--wow." He sat up gingerly, his penis back to a more normal size. "Let me help you clean up."
Lucy looked around. "There doesn't seem to be all that much of it. I did swallow a good bit." Even the blast she had caught on her front was mostly gone, though probably on the sheets. "Now you can finish me off."
"But of course," Rich said, moving his lips to her crotch.
"Hey there, lady." Rich had snuck up behind Lucy while she was cooking and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "What's cooking?" He nuzzled the back of her neck.
"You are, evidently." His erection poked her butt through his slacks.
"I got off early today since I'd been gone the last few days. The guys didn't mind too much, since I'd sold Halloren on us designing his next bank." His hands wandered up to her breasts and squeezed lightly.
"Let me get this simmering and I'll come join you." She grinned back at him.
"Looking forward to it," he said, waggling his eyebrows and pinching a breast. Lucy yipped, then mock-bared her teeth at him.
It only took her a few minutes to finish preparing the sauce, though the steam was making it hard to breathe. She sat the pot on a back burner, turned it on low, and headed for the bedroom, rubbing her shoulders. Standing in the kitchen was always murder on her back muscles, though today they seemed tighter than normal.
It wasn't until Rich and Lucy were slowly undressing each other in the bedroom that Lucy made her latest discovery. "Uh, Rich?"
"Yeah?" He was kneading her shoulders, trying to work the kinks out.
"Rich? I think something's happened."
Something in her tone made him stop, then turn her around. As he did he noticed how her bra strap was digging into her, how--
"Good god!" Her breasts, once small enough to fit easily in the palms of his hands, now pushed against the lace of her bra.
"I know. Ow!" She winced. "Help me get my bra off."
They stood there, looking at Lucy's chest. Her breasts weren't much bigger, but you could definitely see a difference. Rich reached out. He could still cup them, but they filled his hands more completely now.
"I think you rubbed off on me."
"You sure this isn't just water retention or something?"
"Richard, that bra fit me just fine earlier today. Besides, I don't normally go up a cup size or two like this."
They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. Finally, Lucy said, "Well, I guess we should experiment."
Rich moved slowly to her and began tracing the lines of her body with his fingers. "Are you sure?"
She laughed. "No, but what the hell. Turnabout's fair play, I guess."
"I certainly don't mind," he said as he began licking her nipples stiff.
They moved to the bed and began caressing each other. "My chest feels tight."
"That's how I feel leading up to my growth."
"Really? I always wondered what that was like." She arched her back a little. "It's like they're full and taut, even though they still feel soft."
"Don't worry. It'll pass in a moment."
"I hope so. I certainly feel strange." Then, a few seconds later, "Ooh, I feel the tension relaxing." Rich moved to put his hands over her breasts. He felt them fill slowly, like the water balloons he used to make as a kid. They stopped after a moment.
Lucy looked down. "Wow. I always wondered what it would be like to have big breasts." She shook her shoulders, making her breasts sway. "The added weight is a little weird."
"You can talk to me about weight after you grow like I've grown."
"As horny as I am, that may not take long."
"I guess we see who's been visiting self-serve recently," Rich answered, then dodged Lucy's playful slap.
Under Rich's careful hands Lucy continued to grow over the next half-hour. By the end she had quite the chest.
"Look at me," Lucy said, resting her breasts in her hands. They now nearly covered her stomach. "I'm pretty damn big." She ran her hand down his penis. "Looks like you've added a few inches, too."
"Yeah, though not as many as you." He glanced at her with a practiced eye. "Your breasts must stick out some seven or eight inches from your chest." He gently guided her on top of him.
"Is that your measured opinion?"
"Boo, hiss."
"I never expected to be able to do this," Lucy murmured as she leaned forward and brushed her nipples across his chest. She didn't have to lean very far over to squash her breasts against him. She took a deep breath as she felt him grow inside her, almost completely filling her.
"Don't worry. I shouldn't grow any more," he started to say, but was interrupted as Lucy moaned and leaned back. Her breasts filled as they swayed, becoming even more pendulous. He amended his statement: "Well, as long as that doesn't happen again."
Lucy just smiled and begain sliding up and down his shaft.
"Dammit!" Rich shouted as the phone rang. With their discovery of Lucy's complimentary growth, their love-making had become even more frequent. Even when they didn't have time to tease each other into greater and greater growth they still had plenty of sex.
Rich slowly swung his penis out from between Lucy's breasts. They had decided to try a truly titanic titty-fuck, and both were outsized for the occasion. Lucy slowly sat up, her breasts coming to rest on her legs as she did so.
"Great," muttered Rich. "I guess we should get that now."
"With me looking like this?" Lucy asked incredulously. "I can barely sit up, never mind stand!"
"I know," Rich said as he held his penis to him and stood up.
"It's time like these that I'd like to be able to make my breasts go away for a minute."
Rich started padding towards the phone. "Rich!" Lucy shouted, making him stop. He turned around in time to see her breasts regain their normal size.
"The hell?" he asked as he waddled back towards her. "What happened?"
Lucy sat still, the phone forgotten. "I'm not sure. Right after I said something about wanting my breasts to shrink, I imagined it happening, and it did!"
Rich sat on the bed next to her. "That's...wow. Are you sure?"
"What do you think?" she said, thrusting out her chest.
"Okay, okay, point taken." He thought for a second, then asked, "Can you make them grow again?"
"I'm not sure." She frowned and concentrated. Slowly at first, then faster, her breasts swelled. Lucy frowned again and their growth slowed, then reversed until she was once again small.
"That's amazing," Rich said.
"This is awesome!" Lucy replied. "I can control them!"
Rich lay back and watched as Lucy played with making one breast big, then the other, then shrinking both together. "Looks like you can control them all right."
She turned excitedly to him. "I bet you could too!"
"What, control this?" He gestured towards his penis, now lying limp along his leg.
"Yeah!"
"I don't know. It never worked before."
Lucy thought. "Okay, what about this. When you were a teenager, you couldn't control it for the same reason most guys can't control their hard-ons then: too many hormones. But you're older now."
"Thanks for reminding me."
"Oh, shut up. I bet if you tried you could do it."
Rich sighed. "I guess I better try, then." Lucy leaned over and gave his limp penis a good stroke. It stiffened, raising to attention.
He stared at his penis in ever-increasing frustration for a minute. Finally, "It's not working. And it's not going to work."
Lucy looked at him, then hugged him hard. "It'll be okay. Don't get too mad at yourself."
"I know." He sighed heavily.
Lucy glanced at the clock at the head of the bed, then said, "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit--"
"What?"
"Tonight! My boss is coming by tonight to discuss my latest ad campaign! Oh shit, five minutes and he'll be here."
"Five minutes? I thought that was tomorrow night!"
"I bet that was him on the phone to let me know he was on his way."
"It's tonight?" Lucy didn't bother answering as she hopped into her panties and threw on a bra. "Tonight. Just great." He stood up, then looked down. His penis had shrunk back to its normal size.
"Yay!" Lucy said, tackling him and knocking both of them onto the bed.
Rich stared at Lucy for a moment. His eyes widened. "You little vixen. I can't believe you did that."
"It worked, didn't it?"
"Feel this?" He pressed her hand to his chest. "My heart's going a mile a minute. I'm surprised I'm not having a stroke!"
"I said: it worked, didn't it?"
"Hrm. Well. Yes." He looked down at his penis, small and innocuous. "Yes, it did!" His penis rose to attention, then started creeping up and up and up. "It works!" he yelled as it shrunk once again to more manageable proportions.
"Is it awesome?"
Rich turned to her, smiling hugely. "It is awesome." His smile faded, replaced by a frown.
"What's wrong?"
"Your trick worked out, but I think you owe me for doing something so mean to me."
"I trust you have some payment in mind?" She arched an eyebrow at him.
"Well, I have this fantasy."
"Do tell."
"Ever since your breasts started growing, I wanted to see them burst out of clothes."
"Really."
"Really. And I think you owe me that much."
Lucy sat still, then leapt out of the bed. "You stay right there," she told him.
She was back inside of a minute, wearing an old ripped flannel shirt. She had cut off the sleeves and used it for a paint shirt when they re-did a room last year. "Will this do?"
"You bet."
"I can't promise I'll go through with this. It may hurt too much."
"If it does, stop." Rich leaned back. "Until then, go."
Lucy leaned to one side, her hips cocked. "Going."
She was indeed. Rich watched as the flannel shirt, once loose on Lucy's small frame, began to rise. So did his penis. He started to get up, but Lucy moved to him and straddled him. "You stay right there, mister."
The next few minutes were a study in tension. The flannel shirt quickly stopped rising, and he could see the outline of Lucy's breasts pressing against the shirt. The buttons began to pull apart. Gaps between the button began to widen. Flesh appeared at the arm-holes. A hint of cleavage showed over the top button, then a little more, then a little more.
"Wow, this is tight," Lucy half-whispered. The small tears in the flannel shirt grew, showing more flesh beneath. The top button, never very firmly attached to the shirt, fell off and Lucy's breasts surged up a little bit. There was a ripping sound as one of the side tears widened even more.
After a few more minutes, Lucy's breasts filled the shirt. The small tears had become large rips, and the remaining buttons were hanging on for dear life. Lucy smiled. "I think that's been long enough." She took a deep breath. The sides of the shirt started going first, with her left breast spilling around and out of it. But it was the buttonholes that finally gave way, the next three buttons ripping through them. Lucy's breasts fell foward onto Rich's chest; she pitched forward a bit at the sudden shift. The remains of the shirt, still clasped by one button, hung around her waist. Gigantic breasts, each much larger than Rich's head, rested on him, pinning him down. Rich stared at aureola his palm couldn't cover.
"Gone," said Lucy.
"Damn," said Rich.
"Honey?" Lucy stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was horrible."
She hung up her coat, then looked around. No Rich. "Richard?" She walked down the hall and into the bedroom.
"About time," he said. "I was waiting for you and, well, I ended up starting without you, then was too excited to make myself a more manageable size." Rich's penis had to be a good five feet long, and so thick around that Lucy wasn't sure she could encompass it with her two hands. "So could you, ah, help me?"
Lucy grinned. "I don't know," she said, pulling her dress over her head. Underneath, her camisole and bra were already being pushed out by her burgeoning breasts. "I was only an hour late." She shimmied out of her camisole and quickly unclasped her bra, letting her growing breasts spring free. "What if I'd been later? How big would you have gotten?" She cocked her head at him and raised an eyebrow. "And all because of these," she said, hefting her globular breasts with her arms. "Maybe I should teach you some self-control, huh?" She put her hand on his penis, which grew another quarter-foot in response.
The lesson took most of the night, and the next day they decided that they'd have to repaint the bedroom, and that some cans of ScotchGard wouldn't be a bad investment either.