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Slim Chance 3 - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2019-06-01 04:09:33 +0000 UTC(Note: This is the actual chapter 3. Last chapter was incorrectly labeled "chapter 3" and has since been updated.)
If Lansing Research had any idea how deeply their computer system had been compromised there would have been alarms blaring. A nurse nodded at Alan in polite greeting as they passed in the hall and he had to resist the urge to whistle merrily. Hacking into a corporation’s computer system was much more difficult when he was not employed by the corporation. Ironically, his skill with computers had earned him a promotion to network security analyst. In addition to monitoring camera feeds and sending alerts to other security personnel Alan was now in charge of monitoring the network access logs to make sure there was nothing suspicious going on. He was the convict running the prison and for all Lansing knew he was a loyal corporate drone punching the clock just like everyone else.
While everyone else was working their nine to fives Alan had feverishly built psych profiles of the staff. The fourteen hour days were beginning to fray his sanity but he was driven by the dream of Amanda’s ascension. He would be the high priest of his goddess’s new faith and these ‘researchers’ who dared to keep her locked up and sedated would pay. For months they had been adding drugs to her food in an effort to keep her moods under control. The result were a mixed success at best and at worst a gross underestimation of their future goddess. Alan had to continually remind himself that they were blind, not spiteful. This made pretending at friendship with the staff palatable and even guiltless. Alan could not help but smile to himself at how simple breaking into the medical portion of the computer system had turned out to be.
The most often overlooked vector of a hack was the social component. Convincing a non-technical plebeian into sticking a thumb drive into a computer was far simpler than writing complex algorithms to probe for vulnerabilities, and often more effective. Once he had access to the medical staff data the nurse, Lana, had been easy to maneuver into place. Her ‘private’ blog talked extensively about Amanda under the pseudonym ‘the huge bitch’ and made clear Lana’s infatuation. Unfortunately no one else on staff had similar preoccupations- at least not ones they blogged about.
Alan swiped his access card and a green light flashed on the security panel. He pushed the cafeteria door open to a scene of complete chaos. Four large male nurses were struggling to move Amanda who clearly did not want to be moved. The men looked like unruly children tugging at a reluctant parent, a couple had arms like twigs wrapped around the trunks of her thighs. Her waist was wide enough that even without her enormous ass in the way it would have been almost impossible to get a good grip on her. Amanda’s height made it so their heads were just above the ultra-thick dome of her booty, with the tallest’s head rising about a third of the way up her back
“I’m not leaving until I’m full,” Amanda boomed. This situation, Alan knew, was his fault. The facility had the giant teen on a strict diet of 8000 calories a day, which might have been a lot for a normal person but at over ten feet tall and in the neighborhood of half a ton- it was lean for the young giantess. Normally the drugs in her food would have made her complacent, but Lana had changed the recommended dosage under Alan’s instructions and this was the result.
One of the men realized brute force was getting them nowhere and stepped back to say, “Please miss, the other patients need to use the cafeteria. If you want your servings increased we’ll have the nutritionist come by to discuss options as soon as possible.”
“You think I’m stupid?” Amanda asked. “There are chefs right there.” She stabbed a finger at the door on the opposite end of the room. “Tell them to make more.”
“A change in diet could affect your test results and-”
“Excuse me,” Alan cut in. “We’ve got less than ten minutes to sort this out before the next patients are scheduled in the cafeteria. I think the regulation that mandates keeping the other patients separated from seventeen trumps the one concerning her diet, wouldn’t you agree?” The male nurse fixed Alan with a sour look. Alan held up his hands placatingly. “Look, why don’t we just make an exception for today, we can have them prepare something quick so she can eat and we can sort this out the right way before next time?” The nurse’s frown deepened but the other nurses relented as one and stepped back from Amanda. “Is that alright with you?” Alan asked Amanda with a note of pleading in his voice. He was working on getting her more to eat but the nutritionist was stubborn old goat and a meticulous record keeper which made tampering with his recommendations all but impossible.
Amanda scowled at him for a moment then shrugged. “Whatever, just make it quick.”
Alan turned back to the nurse and gave him the age old raised eyebrows ‘Is that fair?’ expression. “Make it quick,” the man demanded of Amanda. She snorted derisively in response and, thankfully, said nothing to further provoke the man. The tension slowly dissipated as the nursing staff broke into muttered conversation between themselves. It was like they were pretending to have gathered in the cafeteria to chat over lunch rather than having spent the last ten minutes trying unsuccessfully to move a bratty teenage girl. A very big, bratty teenage girl. Normally Alan’s only view of Amanda was through the lens of the high-vantage point cameras which made for an awkward perspective. Now, in person, he marveled at the difference in size between the giantess and full-grown adults.
The first thing that caught his eye was that Amanda’s glutes were thicker than the barrel chested man engaged in conversation behind her. The line of his body could be traced all the way up the length of her thighs where his torso simply disappeared behind the enormous shelf her ass created with his head poking out the top. And even his head did not entirely clear her rotund rear. What would it be like when she was so large that her ass could hide an entire person from sight, how big would she be then? Twenty feet? Thirty? Alan had no idea, but he could not wait to see her grow to that size.
Amanda had not seemed to care much about getting bigger when he first arrived at the facility and he had spent weeks convincing her that growth was the solution to all her problems. Power? No one would dare deny her wishes when she was huge. Money? Who wouldn’t want a billboard sized advertisement for their product? Respect, fame, and all the rest would come in time. Amanda was quick to warm to the picture he painted and Alan reinforced these ideas with a steady stream of media focused on dominance and control. Nothing overtly erotic- most of it was animal kingdom videos showing how the strongest animals held dominion over the weak- and how the large preyed upon the small. When these ideas struck a chord Alan knew he had chosen his goddess correctly.
“Grub’s up.” A young man’s voice pulled Alan’s thoughts back to the present. A large platter stacked with quesadillas, sour cream, chips, and salsa was brought to Amanda’s table and set before her. She looked down at the food with smug satisfaction and took a seat. The bench beneath her was heavy-duty reinforced steel and the only one of its kind in the cafeteria. Amanda’s seat. Her gargantuan glutes overflowed its edges and the metal creaked, but it held without bending. Her table was also raised so that she could fit her thick thighs beneath it. Even though it was her furniture that was oversized Amanda’s presence made it seem like everything else in the room was built for children.
“You can go,” Alan said to the nursing staff. “I’ll escort seventeen back to her room.”
“That’s not your-” the grumpy nurse from before began to reply and stopped when a fellow nurse laid a hand on his shoulder. “Fine, but anything happens it’s on security- not nursing.” Alan laughed inwardly at the tribal nature people in these big corporations adopted so readily, but said nothing.
He waited until he was alone with Amanda before saying, “If you keep lashing out they’re going to figure out your dosages have been changed.”
“So?”
“So we’re not ready for phase two, you need to keep a low profile for a little longer. Once you’re growing again…”
“I’m tired of waiting, this place is boring.”
Alan sighed. For all her size and majesty it was easy to forget that Amanda’s youth affected her mentality as well. “I know, but we have to be careful for a little longer.”
“Whatever,” Amanda replied and returned to shoveling food into her mouth. It was the closest thing Alan was going to get to an agreement so he let it drop. When Amanda finished eating the platter of food that had been enough to feed a family was reduced to crumbs. The big girl stood up and stepped away from the table. The floor was heavy concrete yet Alan could still feel the vibrations ripple out from her heavy steps as she lead the way to the door. The hallway was in lockdown which meant Amanda had exceeded her allotted time for cafeteria use. It also meant there would be other patients in halls. The guidelines that kept Amanda separate from the other patients were strict, but her room was on the opposite end of the facility from the others so the likelihood of running into any of them in the halls was slim to none. Alan swiped his badge to security override the lockdown and they stepped into the hallway.
And Amanda nearly trampled the tiny guy waiting outside.
The three foot tall man stumbled back with an audible gasp. “Move it, shrimp.” Amanda boomed and strode away down the hall as though nothing had happened. Alan watched the patient’s initial shock morph into a mixture of awe and fear as he watched the retreating giantess’s backside wobble away down the hall.
“Th-that’s her.” he said. “S-seventeen.”
“Yeah,” Alan replied. “That’s her. And if you want my advice don’t mention bumping into her. You know as well as I do that bumping into her leg isn’t going to transmit the virus but if you mention it to the nursing staff they’re going to run you through a battery of tests so rigorous your ass will be sore for a month.” That was an exaggeration, but not by much. The paranoia surrounding seventeen’s unique version of the disease was thick.
The man nodded in understanding. “But the cameras?” He tilted his chin up at the surveillance camera above Alan’s head.
“Let me worry about that. Enjoy your lunch.” Alan hurried after Amanda without waiting for a response.
***
Alan opened the door of the server room to the knock Lana and he had agreed upon. She cast a glance up and down the hallway in the most obvious ‘I’m doing something I shouldn’t be.’ tell Alan could imagine. “In,” he growled and Lana startled as though slapped before sheepishly hurrying inside. He shut the door behind her and engaged the security lock before turning to face her. Lana stood clutching her hands nervously, gaze fixed on the bland tile floor. For a long moment the only sound was the hum of electronic equipment piping data into and out of the research facility. “Well?” Alan practically growled.
“S-sorry, it’s… Well, you told me to tell you if they discovered anything about seventeen’s condition.” Alan’s annoyance evaporated and he nodded, listening intently. “The laboratory results arrived from HQ this morning and results are incredibly fascinating,” Lana expression brightened as she went on. “See normally a pathogen can be resisted when a small amount is introduced into a host, that’s the basis for modern vaccinations. But the recombinant nature of the shrinking virus-”
“I’m not a scientist,” Alan broke in.
“R-right,” Lana’s excitement waned. “Well, umm, maybe think of the virus like a piece of software.”
“Okay.”
“Normally the software is only compatible with males.”
“With the male operating system.”
“Right! So what makes Amanda unique is some of that operating system has been translated to her via the virus. So its not just the software, but what the software runs on.”
“So Amanda is part male?”
“No!” Lana appeared scandalized. “Nothing that extreme. She only has tiny pieces of genetic material necessary for her body to host the virus. She’s 100% female.”
“Okay, so what’s the big deal?” Alan was quickly losing patience.
Lana shook her head in frustration. “Don’t you see? Amanda isn’t just hosting a female version of the virus, her body is susceptible to every strain. The doctor’s are worried about Amanda’s virus afflicting the male population but they should be worried about the male viruses being transmitted to her.”
Alan chewed on that for a moment before answering, “So she will shrink if she gets exposed to the men?”
Lana chewed her lip before replying, “I can’t be sure, but I doubt it. I think she is more likely to grow.”
Alan’s heart skipped a beat. He had been so focused on finding a way to smuggle the tightly controlled growth drug to Amanda that he had not even considered the possibility that there could be another way. “How much bigger?”
“How should I know!” Lana threw up her hands. “We’re in uncharted territory here. The only thing I’m certain of is that the sample HQ sent back shows that Amanda’s body can host other variants of the virus. And I think they’ll make her bigger,” the excitement in Lana’s voice mirrored Alan’s feelings exactly.
There was still something bothering him though. “If the virus is causing her to grow and not the pills how come she isn’t still growing?”
“Every strain has different parameters, its likely the version she has simply ran its course. The pills probably only accelerated the growth her body was going to experience anyway.” Alan thought about that and, after a long moment, decided it made sense. Amanda had continued to grow after coming to the facility without any access to the drug which meant something else was at play. If Lana was right… A plan began to take shape in his mind.
“I need you to arrange a visit between Amanda and one of the other patients.”
“I don’t have that kind of authority!” Lana protested.
Alan scowled at her, “I’ll take care of the paperwork, all you need to do is make sure one of the little guys is escorted to her room.”
After long seconds spent chewing her lip Lana nodded. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see if I can convince the big girl to sleep with a bunch of strangers.”
***
Jeremy Landis had been a successful businessman before the virus turned him into a 2’3” nobody. Going from an imposing 6’1” to less than half of that over the course of six months had turned his life upside down. The loss of respect from his employees was a slow and insidious poison that began with his a-type personality salespeople and gradually worked its way down through the other departments at Landis Auto Sales until the whole company was whispering behind his back. Four months into the ordeal his wife left him and took half the dealership with her. With sagging sales, a subversive workforce, and his wife taking half of every dollar there was only one thing lrgy to do. Jeremy cashed out and retreated into his private life.
The money from selling half of a failing business did not land him in the lap of luxury. Within a couple months as his bank account dwindled he began to dread the thought of pursuing classified ads. He had run his own business for almost a decade, how could he go back to square one? The offer from Lansing Research struck at the perfect moment. It was enough money to work as seed funds for a new business venture and had the added benefit of potentially curing the awful disease that had ruined his life. Jeremy didn’t think twice before signing on and 8 months later he was well on his way to completing his year’s commitment. Unfortunately, he had not made any progress on growing back to his original height.
When one of the nurse’s offered him access to an experimental, voluntary program that could potentially restore his height- Jeremy leapt at the chance. That same nurse was guiding him down an unfamiliar hallway, part of the facility Jeremy had never visited before. They stopped in front of a pair of doors that were exceptionally tall and wide. “As I mentioned before, this treatment is private and-”
“I know,” Jeremy cut in. He was so tired of people treating him like an idiot just because he was small. “I’m not to discuss it with the other patients or staff.” That part regarding the staff was a bit worrisome but with the military types that showed up at Lansing from time to time it was not surprising that some amount of what went on at the facility was on a need-to-know basis. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?” He said with bravado that belied an edge of nervousness working its way up his spine.
The nurse nodded and swiped her badge over the security console. The huge doors slid open and the nurse took him by the shoulder hurriedly and ushered him inside. It was good that she did or he might have been rooted to the spot. He gaped at the larger-than-life scene spread before him and, for a single irrational second, feared he had somehow shrunk again- how else to reconcile the enormous furniture? Then he saw her.
Seventeen rose from an enormous bean bag chair and kept on rising. Up and up and up until she loomed like some ancient statue made flesh. Her flesh rolled and jiggled with weight that would have made her chubby were she normal height. Instead her curves inflated her size to something beyond human. Terms like slim or fat did not apply to someone so massive. In three steps she closed the gap between them. Lana muttered a brief introduction and slipped out of the room before he could recover from the shock of meeting seventeen.
The top of his head was even with the bottom of her kneecap. Her calves, pumped with the muscle necessary to support her enormous frame, were thicker than his body by far. Raw, animal fear clawed at Jeremy’s brain and he took an involuntary step back and bumped against the closed door. “That’s a nice expression,” seventeen boomed. God, even her voice was packed with power, he bet her shout could be heard a mile away. Though he tried not to Jeremy found himself cowering away from the enormous female. She could crush him without even trying, what experiment could the nurse possibly intend to run that would require them both in the same room? Everything about the setup suddenly seemed suspect but there was nowhere to run- the door was shut and the panel was far out of reach.
Huge hands suddenly wrapped around his torso and lifted Jeremy into the air. He screamed as he hurtled the equivalent of three stories straight up before stopping in front of seventeen’s smiling face. “I’m Amanda.” Faintly cherry-scented breath swirled over him. “We’re going to have some fun together.”
“F-fun?” Jeremy stuttered.
Amanda turned around and his view of the room shifted to include the door. His only avenue of escape slid rapidly away and he let out a whine that both startled and embarrassed him. He was a man! A winner! The disease had not beat him and this overgrown girl was not going to either. “What is the meaning of this?” he said, his voice cracking only a little.
“I told you,” Amanda said disinterestedly. “We’re going to have some fun. Well, you probably are anyway.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t come here for fun, I came here for a cure. Now put me down this instant.” Amanda’s eyes locked onto him and Jeremy was certain she was going to simply squeeze the pulp out of him when she suddenly threw her head back and laughed. Her laughter shook his body like an earthquake and he quickly lost his patience and regained his indignation. “What’s so funny? I said put me down!” This made Amanda laugh even harder. Jeremy launched into a tirade that seemed to only amuse her further.
When she finally calmed down enough to speak Amanda said, “You’re pretty bossy for such a little twerp. What were you a manager or something? I bet you were used to bossing people around before you shrunk, huh?”
Jeremy squared his shoulders as best he could in the giantess’s grip and gritted his teeth. “I owned an auto dealership. Now if you’ve had your fun I’d like my feet on the ground.”
“Yeah?” Amanda said derisively. “Well you don’t own anything here. And in case you hadn’t noticed I’m not someone you can boss around.” He could tell the nurse on her, get security involved, even get his lawyer to file a charge for assault. A host of additional ways to knock this overgrown bitch down a peg or two marched through Jeremy’s mind but they all amounted to the same thing: pleading for help. And that was one bridge he was not willing to cross no matter how small he got. No, he decided, he would deal with seventeen just as he might an unruly employee.
Forcing calm into his voice he said, “You’re right. You don’t work for me and you’re free to do as you like, but I would be grateful if you would please put me down.”
Amanda’s eyes narrowed at him as though expecting some trick. It wasn’t often that people encountered someone who had such a tight rein on their emotions, but it was that exact trait that had made Jeremy such a success in business. “Whatever,” she said and dropped him unceremoniously onto her bed. “It’s not like I enjoy holding little perverts like you anyway.”
Jeremy stumbled across the uneven surface of Amanda’s comforter before regaining his balance. He took a moment to smooth the creases in his shirt and gather himself before saying, “My name is Jeremy by the way, and I’m not a pervert.”
“Really? Then how come you shrunk so much? Isn’t jerking off how all you little perverts get smaller?”
“I had sex with my wife,” Jeremy replied, anger barely kept in check.
Amanda shrugged. “Whatever. I guess that makes you less of a loser than most of the others.”
Though her words were, at best, a backhanded compliment Jeremy felt a surge of pride. He was a winner and even this huge girl could see that despite their incredible difference in size. “So,” he took the initiative in the conversation. “Do you know why they wanted us together?”
“She didn’t tell you?” The giantess’s expression betrayed surprise.
“She told me it was highly secretive.”
“Huh.” Amanda said thoughtfully then added casually, “We’re supposed to, you know, fuck.”
His poise drained like a sink with its plug pulled. “Wh-what? They expect you… And me?”
“Yeah,” she did not sound thrilled by the prospect.
The idea horrified Jeremy. How could they… She was so huge. Would she even feel him? A legion of repressed insecurities threatened to flood his thoughts and he only barely managed to keep them in check by raising his voice in indignation. “That’s absurd, is this what passes for science around here? They will be hearing from my lawyer after all.”
Amanda eyed him with a hint of amusement. “Chill, shrimp. No one is going to force you. I’m not into it either.” She hesitated before adding, “But it might be a cure.”
“A cure? How could… that doesn’t even make sense!”
“Really? I thought managers were supposed to be smart or something. My disease makes me too big, yours makes you too small. Mix them together and…”
“It can’t be that simple.” Could it? The shrinking disease itself was crazy, maybe a different version of it could counteract the effects. Isn’t that how vaccines worked? Jeremy wasn’t a medical professional but the more he thought about it the less outlandish it sounded. Maybe the long months without hope of cure had made him desperate- or maybe this was really his best chance to take his life back. Amanda studied him without speaking until Jeremy said, “Okay. What the hell, lets uhh, do it?” He grinned at the suggestive choice of words earning a sneer from Amanda. “How should we, umm, proceed?”
Amanda rolled her eyes and said, “Take off your pants.”
Jeremy hesitated for only a second. He had been examined so many times over the last few months that being naked in front of a complete stranger hardly phased him. Before he could finish extracting his feet from his slacked Amanda’s hands wrapped around him again and hoisted him into the air. She sat down on the bed and the mattress sagged beneath her weight where it had barely dimpled beneath his. Jeremy swallowed his nervousness and looked between his limp member and the disdainful gaze of the massive woman holding him. “I’m not sure this is going to work,” he said haltingly.
“Please,” Amanda said. “You perverts are all the same.” And with that she opened her mouth and sucked his flaccid dick inside like a pez. Plush lips swallowed his shaft from root to tip and the wet leviathan of her tongue darted out to tease the underside of his shaft. Jeremy went from nervous flaccidity to rigid attention so fast his vision dimmed from the rush of blood to his penis.
“Oh-ohmigod,” he groaned. “Oh fuck!” In less than two minutes of tongue lashing he unloaded months of pent-up sexual urges into her cavernous mouth. Powerful suction ripped the release from his body and down her throat with a force that strangely reminded him of the dental office suction tool. Pain spiked at the base of his shaft, her lips and lungs so powerful that the suction actually hurt. “W-wait, s-stop!” Jeremy cried out.
Amanda grimaced and released his aching shaft from her lips long enough to say, “I’m going to suck you dry, shrimp. Doc says it’s the only way to make sure.”
“B-but I-” Jeremy had no idea how to finish that sentence, his thoughts were fragments from the explosive force of his orgasm. Amanda did not seem to care either way because she sucked his shaft back between her lips without waiting for him to finish.
