Sara looked out the window of her taxi and sighed. She had had a hard time getting dressed before she left. She hadn't checked, but she was now around 6'10". Her measuring tape was no longer long enough to gauge her correctly and she was too tall to just walk through any of her door frames; more than once she just barely caught herself before banging her head.

  Eventually, she wrapped her long legs in an old dress; it wasn't capable of going all the way around her waist so one of her toned thighs peeked out from the wide slit. The best she could do for a top was a hand-knit sweater that had been made into a make-shift belly shirt. She also had a pair of jogging socks on without any shoes.

  The female driver made a right turn and a McDonald's sign drifted by.

  Sara had to admit, she was glad to be going over to Ben's. Being alone didn't sound like the best way to spend the rest of the evening and Stephanie seemed fairly reluctant to be her shoulder to cry upon tonight.

  She sighed again. Ben always tried to be a good friend and she really appreciated that. She had known him since high school along with Stephanie and he usually knew all of the right things to say to perk up her mood.

  Sara scratched an itch on her arm as the taxi slowed down. She was glad she didn't have to drive herself.

  "That'll be $12.50 miss."

  Sara pulled a ten and a five out of her purse and handed them over.

  "Keep it."

  "Thank you, I hope you feel better."

  "Is it that obvious?"

  "A woman knows these things, I hope you find what you're looking for."

  Sara smiled and got out. She was glad to stretch out her legs after being cramped behind the tight seats for even a short period of time. The taxi pulled away from the curb and drove off into the night and she looked up at Benjamin's building.

  He lived on the top floor of a fairly tall apartment complex. The neighborhood itself was fairly nice too; the streets were lined with tall trees and well-trimmed brush. Sara pressed the intercom button next to the front door and it buzzed heartily before she stepped back.

  "Sara?"

  "Hey there Benji."

  "Hold on a sec, I'll buzz you in."

  She heard the entrance start to whine and everything around started to go fuzzy. Her head swirled around her and she put her hand on the door to steady herself. She could feel the glass of it sliding beneath her fingers as they slowly spread across it's crystal surface. Her sweater drifted up slightly, exposing more of her stomach and long back, but keeping her decent. She watched as the top of the door lowered slightly through her blurred vision. The dress around her hips began to pinch her waist as the knot she made drew tighter. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and it ripped over one firm buttock as the muscle tensed. The fleshy skin burst through the opening and pushed outward as she steadily grew. Her socks squeezed her feet for a moment, the fabric becoming thin as it stretched taut, then the top of one of them tore open allowing the tanned toes greater movement.

  Sara's growth spurt stopped and she stood there catching her breath; she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this anymore. On one hand she knew that, physically, she was becoming what the ancient Greeks dreamed their goddesses would be; she loved that and had wanted it with all of her heart. But on the other side of the coin, while everyone else craved that what she had, they only did so from afar; and that left a bitter taste in her mouth.

  So what do I want?

  She stood back up and retied the dress around her waist to give her more room and relieve the growing tightness. She pressed the intercom button again.

  "Yeah?"

  "I'm sorry, I .. uh," Sara giggled, "I missed it."

  "Don't worry about it, these things happen. You ready?"

  "Yes."

  The door whined again and she took hold of the handle and pulled, bending down considerably to fit through. When she was inside, she called for the elevator and took off her other sock. It tore apart in her fingers and she had to pull away the frayed remains of it.

  It had been about two years since she had come here. The last time was when Ben had originally moved in and they had thrown a little party to commemorate the historic event. They had all been in college together for a year and it was his first apartment.

  The elevator door opened and Sara crouched inside. She lit the button for the 'penthouse' and the doors closed as the elevator began to ascend. The sudden shift played havoc with her equilibrium and it scared her, almost fooling her into believing that she was starting to grow again. It quickly stopped and the doors opened with a high pitched 'ding.' She walked out into the hallway.

  Sara looked up and thanked the building's designer for putting in high ceilings, even if the doors were standard sizes. She knew that she would be about half a foot away from scraping her head in her own building; bumping into it with the slightest jump. There were only two doors on the floor and she turned left towards Benjamin's. As she stopped in front of the door, she studied it from top to bottom. Her eyes were well above the top of the frame and the doorknob was set just a tad below the middle of her thigh.

  Sara realized that she didn't know what to tell her friend. She desperately needed his company but she was having flashbacks to Stephanie's own apprehension. Her body began to tremble and she closed her eyes. She knocked on the door and dropped to her knees, mentally cursing her lack of ingenuity.

  Ben answered the door with a warm smile.

  "Hey there Sara, glad you could make it."

  She knelt there in shock, even on her knees she was still the same height that he was. She panicked and rolled backwards to sit down.

  "Hi Ben." She shook her head, having never felt this stupid in her life.

  "C'mon in, dinner is all set. Just grab a seat."

  She sighed again; if he suspected anything, he was kind enough not to call attention to it. She stood back up to her full height and bent over to squeeze through the door. She looked down at her friend; he seemed so small in comparison. She had always looked up at him and felt that he was a rather tall human being. Now he didn't even come up past chest level to her.

  I'm even quite a bit taller than Shawn by now.

  Ben walked into the kitchen as she looked around. She was astonished at how big his apartment was, she didn't remember there being so much room. She figured he was far enough away from her and decided it was safe to speak while standing.

  "Damn Benji, this place is quite different from how I remember it." There were numerous paintings on the walls, as well as an ornamental rug hanging near the television. "You did an amazing job decorating."

  "Not bad for a blind man huh?" He smiled as he sprinkled oregano into his sauce and gently stirred it. He loved the smell of Italian food. "Don't let me fool you though, The building went co-op about a year and a half ago and I bought out my neighbor. I knocked down a few walls and called it 'home sweet home.' That's why the place looks so huge."

  Sara looked farther down the living room and found the other front door that led to the outer hallway. She nodded in admiration.

  "The rest is an interior decorator's handiwork. I'm afraid my tastes in eye-candy are slightly more bland."

  "Why go through all of this trouble?"

  "Why not? Contrary to popular belief, I have company over every so often and I like to put up a nice front. Plus, just because I can't see it doesn't mean I can't appreciate it. I don't know if you've sat in any of the chairs in there, but I can assure you it's quite an experience to behold."

  Sara shrugged and sat down in one of the plush seats.

  "Oh my god!" She ran her long fingers across the armrests and took in the softness of it. The cushions wrapped around her firm body and squeezed her warmly. She extended her long legs and slipped them under his coffee table, not knowing where else to put them.

  "What did I tell you? Orgasmic isn't it?"

  Sara giggled, biting her lip.

  "Everything in here is designed to delight more than just the eye. I can still smell the faint odor of opium off of that rug and I love the sound that couch makes when you sink into it. And you can't tell me that that isn't the most comfortable chair you've ever sat down in." Ben smiled at himself. He knew he sounded like he was bragging, but he was genuinely proud at how his home had turned out. "Come into the dining room and we can get started."

  Sara looked over at the dining room table, which was eloquently set, and winced. She knew she wouldn't be comfortable in the small chairs while trying to keep Ben in the dark (so to speak) about her condition.

  "Hey, Benny?"

  "Yes?"

  "I don't suppose I can convince you to move dinner in here, could I?"

  "That could be arranged. I trust you not to spill."

  "Thank you." Sara watched him move around in the kitchen. Benjamin danced lithely about, easily finding anything he needed; he walked to the dining room table and collected the plates and took them back next to the stove with skill and alacrity. She smiled, awed by his dexterity, regardless of his handicap. He knew where everything was in his home and was capable of dealing with it in his own way. She admired him for that.

  Benjamin began scooping noodles onto plates. He was so nervous he was worried he would drop something at any moment. He found that he had to resort to counting his steps when he walked to keep from bumping into his furniture and he hadn't had to do that for quite some time. He spooned sauce over both plates and took them both into the living room where Sara was waiting for him.

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