For the first time in weeks, Lauren slept all through the night, not dreaming, and barely even stirring. Ever since she had started her unexplained growth spurt, her sleep had been plagued by disquieting dreams and frequent wakings, punctuated at the end by often-painful incidents when she would accidentally break a lamp or crack a wall with her flailing limbs. She had eventually been forced to curl up on the hardwood floor of her cramped apartment, since her bed had been reduced to a splintered heap as a result of her nighttime thrashing.
But her first night at Reus had been beautifully uneventful. Perhaps it was just because she was so exhausted from the dizzying events of the previous day, but Lauren slept so hard that, when she finally woke up, her body had barely budged from the position it had been in when she fell asleep. The bright sun was streaming in through the blinds of her bedroom, communicating to Lauren that it had already been morning for some time. She yawned and stretched her limbs, delighting once again in how much space she had on this gigantic mattress. What had Jennifer said the day before? About the Lavender Compound originally being built for people even taller than she was!?
'16'8,' thought Lauren, staring up at the high ceiling, 'That's how tall Jennifer is...and even still, in some ways, she's still too small for this cabin...that's what she had implied, anyway.'
Lauren's mind quickly jumped to Michelle, and Lauren found herself already getting a bit nervous -- and excited -- about the prospect of further interactions with her 14'1 roommate.
'I've gotta just play it cool,' she thought, turning on her side and enjoying how the soft mattress easily supported her weight, 'She's so hot...heh, and I'm pretty sure I already have a little crush on her...but I can't be moving that fast. I just got here, for godsakes! If anything eventually sparks up between us, then...so be it. But I'm not gonna be making the first move -- god no. Not at least until I get settled in here, and maybe, I don't know...get bigger or something.'
She looked down the bed and shook her feet until they were free of the warm, soft down comforter. Blinking at her toes, which were streaked by the morning sun, Lauren wiggled them. To her brain, they still looked so far away. She hadn't been growing for more than a couple months, and even though she had largely forgotten what it was like to be "normal-sized," that didn't mean that she had gotten used to how big she had grown.
'10'2,' Lauren thought, still wiggling her toes in the sunlight, 'I'm 10'2...and until yesterday I thought I was the biggest, tallest person in the entire world...heh, boy was I wrong.'
Just then, the sound of something clattering off in the kitchen made Lauren start up in bed. The sound was quickly followed by a muffled, exasperated exclamation which sounded something like "Shitballs!" Lauren grinned to herself, finding the sudden noise, the brief pause, and the vulgar but unique curse word to be a humorous sequence. Michelle...there was no doubt who it was. Lauren could already picture what had happened -- Michelle had probably been trying to overextend herself, like reaching for something she couldn't quite reach, and then it had fallen down, or she had slipped, or something or other like that. And now she could hear Jennifer giving it to her, and Michelle dishing it right back. Lauren suddenly had the urge to be out there, to be a part of their shenanigans...to join in. She still had some residual nerves from the previous day, but her good night's sleep had fortified her nicely.
'Plus I'm starving!' she thought, and, with a quick flourish, she threw off her comforter...or, at least, she tried to throw it off. It took a few good kicks for Lauren to get her body free, since the comforter itself had been made for someone who was 16-18 feet, not someone who was "only" 10 feet.
'Ugh, there! Finally!' Lauren thought when she had at last gotten free, and she swung her legs around to the end of the bed and was about to step off when she remembered just how high up she was -- the floor was a long, long way down, and Lauren forced out a little laugh to herself, recalling how, the previous night, in the midst of getting into bed, she had realized that her bed was actually stationed a bit higher than she was tall.
"Huh...that was...almost bad," Lauren muttered to herself, shaking her head at the thought of faceplanting on her bedroom floor the first morning she woke up in Reus. Reminding herself to be a bit more careful, Lauren turned around and gingerly climbed backwards out of her bed, having to perform a little hop at the end to get down once she had reached full extension. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, the smallest available, that went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. Still, though, even though her private area was covered, Lauren figured she should still wrap a hand towel around her waist, for modesty's sake.
'I'm not trying to be that easygoing up in here,' she thought, standing on her tiptoes to reach for one of the "hand towels" on her dresser. She ended up having to jump a few times to yank one of them down, and once she did, her head and upper body were covered up by the expanding fabric. The "hand towel," from Lauren's perspective, was easily as big as a normal towel, and she tied it around her waist, feeling that same, familiar ping of arousal in between her legs. Her size fetish...it was awakened by this kind of stuff...the sensation of wrapping a "hand towel" around her waist...just being in this massive bedroom, where everything around her was far, far too big, fashioned with an 18-foot-tall person in mind.
'Okay, Lauren,' she breathed to herself, 'Gotta chill...remember, just play it cool...'
And, taking a deep breath as her heart fluttered in her chest, she reached up to the doorknob (the same height as her head), turned it, and, with some effort, pushed open her bedroom door. Lauren could tell that the hallway was designed to be traversed in a few quick steps, but, because of her "short" steps, it took her a good fifteen strides before she emerged out of the hallway and into the main living space area of the Lavender Compound. Looking to her left at the kitchen, Lauren saw the huge, crouched form of Michelle, dressed in a tight black crop top and a pair of skinny jeans, bending down with her back to the hallway. She appeared to be cleaning something up off the floor...it looked like milk. Lauren felt her heart give another little jump, and she looked away from the huge, tight, heart-shaped mass of Michelle's ass. Jennifer was sitting in an armchair in the living room, dressed like Michelle except with a bit more modest button-up violet blouse instead of a crop top. Her legs were crossed in front of her, with her bare right foot dangling about chest-high to Lauren; she was reading the newspaper, a quaint, old-timey kind of thing to do that somehow fit her personality. Lauren couldn't see her face -- only the top of her head and the outpouring of her long black hair -- but she could tell that, despite Jennifer's imposing height, the armchair she was sitting in looked a bit too big for her, despite her enormous size. There was still plenty of room in the cushioned seat on either side of her body, and the top of the chair rose up a good foot beyond the top of her head. Lauren once again was reminded of how gigantic the whole expanse of the Lavender Compound living area actually seemed. Her bedroom ceiling had been high enough, but the ceilings of the main space had to be at least 25 feet tall.
For several awkward moments, Lauren just stood there in her oversized t-shirt and hand towel, not really knowing how to announce her presence. She felt so small and out-of-place already in this cozy domestic scene that she very nearly turned back toward the hallway, to escape back to the safety of her bedroom. But then, right when she was about to do this, Michelle tossed a huge wad of milk-soaked paper towels into the garbage can on the other side of the kitchen, making a loud plopping noise.
"Jesus, what are you up to now!?" Jennifer exclaimed, dropping her paper down below her eyes as she cast a reproaching eye towards the kitchen. In doing so, she caught sight of Lauren standing there.
"Oh, Lauren!" she announced pleasantly, in quite a different voice. "You're up!"
Michelle whirled around in her crouching position, her short-cropped blond hair getting briefly in her face before she quickly brushed it aside, revealing her gorgeous, wide, green eyes. She looked excited to see Lauren, though a bit red-faced and discombobulated from the mess she had been cleaning up.
"Hiya!" Michelle cried, grinning up at Lauren from her crouch. Even in this position, the top of her head came all the way up to Michelle's neck. "Just...uh...ignore the mess on the floor, I've almost cleaned it up..."
"Had a good sleep?" Jennifer asked, before Lauren could say anything, "I mean, before Michelle undoubtedly woke you up with her banging...uhm...milk mishap?"
"Milk mishap...nice..." Michelle scoffed, turning up her nose at Michelle, "Yeah, nice...uh, what's that word...literary word from high school...?"
"I think what you're looking for is "alliteration,"" Jennifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
