[sacul]

damn, doesn't tetsuko ever stop growing?  at this rate she'll grow double her size, but hey the bigger she grows the better !!! excellent work so far. 

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

A most interesting development, dear James.

I's do look forward to the continuation.

Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[JimmyDimples]

Thanks for everyone's kind words.  I trust you're all enjoying the story as much as I am.

Oh, just added a little tweak in part 5, to explain why not even Les caught sight of Tetsuko's… first development. 😉

[Fonk]

Oh my goodness! That's gorgeous stuff. Please keep going! 😀

[Debido-San]

Good Lord Jimmy! That's awesome!…I would never be able to do foreshadowing like -that-!

[JimmyDimples]

"You BONEHEAD!" Dr. Green thundered at Les.  "Why didn't you put that formula away like I told you to?!"

"You didn't tell me, sir," Les miserably groaned, "You told me to bring the coff–"

"The devil I didn't!" his boss shot back, finger-poking Les' chest on each word.  "And that's DOCto–"

Tetsuko's even more massive frame swooped right between the two, taking the botanist's last poke between her chest and navel.  And she bore down on Dr Green. 

"One, you DIDN'T!" she snapped.  "Two, the way you order him around, and made me so ready to get us out of there, it's no wonder he forgot to put it back!  Three, I'M the one that didn't see what I drank, because I didn't look for the light switch, because I didn't want my head snapped off over the power bill like you do Les all the time!  And four, you don't deserve any title except Dictator!  Accent on the Dic-!"

The doctor sputtered.  "Wh–what did you just call me?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry… DOCTOR Dic-!"

The insulted Eaton turned beet red.  "Now, look here, you overgrown insolent–!"

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!!" shouted Sonya. 

After a beat of silence and the other three's turn-and-stare, she toot a breath and steadied herself.  "Look, this is what we in the scientific community technically term a group FUBAR.  I didn't exactly help either by engaging in last night's shouting match in the first place.  There.  We've tarred and feathered everybody.  Now, can we see about getting Tet-chan to a lab table or something so we can check her out, find out what exactly is biologically happening, and find some way to reverse or at least put the brakes on it?"

Dr. Green glanced back and forth among the others.  "Well, we can get the bed from the old nurse's station to my main laboratory where the zoological and anthrobiological equipment is."

"Good.  Les, can you take care of the botany stuff that doesn't need Dr. Green's immediate attention?"

"Yes, ma'am," Les said.

"Just a minute," went Dr. Green.  "This is MY laboratory.  Les… shave, get dressed, and do what the good woman says."  Then he felt Tetsuko's shadow.  "Please."

"Yess," Les replied, barely dodging a "sir."

"Right, then," Dr. Green said, turning to Tetsuko and gingerly ushering her from the kitchen.  "Perhaps you can tell us EXACTLY what happened last night, and what you did between then and now?"

And they headed for another part of the old factory.

***   

As Dr. Green put some donor cells in a glass slide, Tetsuko asked, "So you had this sample A, last night, and I drank sample K.  What happened to B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, and J?"

"It's not an alphabetic sequence," Dr. Green said.  "The letter represents the plant that each formula is based on.  Sample A is for 'azalea,' which I picked for its hardiness and low demand for water."

Tetsuko wrinkled her brow.  "And K is for…?"

He lowered his head, and his eye twitched.  "Kudzu," he said weakly.

Tetsuko flopped back down on the lab bed and stared up at the ceiling.  "Uwaaahh," she groaned.

Dr. Green quietly turned to his microscope and gazed through it.  Then his demeanor brightened.  "Well, well, well," he intoned. "Sonya, take a look at this."

She sidled over and peeked down.  "Wow," she gasped softly.  "That IS incredible."

Tetsuko looked up.  "Someone mind telling me what it is?"

"Well," Sonya said, "it seems that instead of Eaton's chloroplasts binding to only the mitochondria, they've both binded to the nuclei of your cells."

"And the sugars which should be going toward making sugar energy for your body is instead going right to the DNA and RNA, and somehow making the cells divide, grow and reproduce at a record rate," Dr. Green added.

"What? You mean like cancer?" Tetsuko squeaked.

"Oh, no-no-no-no-no," Dr. Green reassured quickly.  "Nothing like that.  They look perfectly healthy."

"It seems that primarily your muscle and fat cells are affected," said Sonya, "but it looks like that Dr. Green's plant formula might have also reactivated your skeletal growth platelets to a lesser degree.  Your growth happened in a short but powerful burst." 

"That's got me boggled," said Dr. Green.  "I'm no human physiologist, but I know that shouldn't happen.  It's not physiologically possible."

"Well, THAT'S a relief," Tetsuko soured.  "For a second or two I thought we were facing a serious problem."

Dr. Green stared at her indigantly, but decided not to vent. "I have a feeling that your drinking all that water might have triggered the growth spurt."

On that note, Tetsuko felt thirsty… again.  She shifted and swung up.  "Say, I need to see the little girl's room for a second."

He nodded.  "Two doors down the hall, to the left.  I think you can still fit in the handicapped stall.  Hurry back, though, please."

***

Tetsuko got her mouth out from under the faucet, and turned the water off.  She didn't like going there under false pretenses, but her throat and body felt dry as the Gobi Desert, and she didn't think either of the doctors would've risked another growth burst by giving her anything to drink.  But she restrained herself to only one mouthful just to take the edge off. 

With that, she ducked out the bathroom, and turned back to the makeshift doctor's office, passing by the greenhouse.

Then she heard, "I'd like to say thanks… for… defending my honor… gah, no, that makes her sound masculine."

She turned her head.  That was Les.  He sighed. 

"I'd like to thank you for your time… ugh, that sounds like an infomercial."

She stepped quietly up to the greenhouse's door, which was ajar, and she peeked in.  Les was by a bush, squinting hard at a greeting card in his left hand, and twirling a pen in his right."

"It's not that your bod's so big… it's that your enormous heart keeps pushing everything around it out… gack!" He clapped his pen hand over his forehead.  "That'll get me slapped!"  He took a breath. "C'mon, ya big girl blouse, keep it simple.  Tell her thanks, you like her, think she's a babe, and–"

Tetsuko knocked gently on the door jamb.  Les quickly lowered the card and the pen, pivoted around, and saw her.

"Hello, Les? May I come in?" she asked. 

"Oh, sure," he said nervously.  "Just let me… check my shoelace real fast."  And he bent down, and Tetsuko heard him put his things in a thick paper bag and push it somewhere.  "OK, it's tied."

Turning her shoulder to the doorway, she ducked down, slipped through the entry, and made her way through the narrower-seeming aisle, her hips brushing against the fronds and greenery.  She glanced down at him, now much neater after his razor and comb.

"Are you doing all right?" she inquired.

"Me?  Are YOU doing okay?" he demanded concernedly.  "What'd they say?"

"All right, considering.  Nothing malignant, I'm just… growing like a weed.  Literally."

"Oh." He dragged his toe on the concrete, not sure what to say next.  "I, uh, wanted to say thanks for dinner and waffles last night."

"Thank me?  I should thank YOU.  You bought, remember?"

"Uh, yeah," he chuckled.  "I did, didn't I?" He took a breath.  "I'm very sorry about those three goons last night."

"Bah.  Forget it." 

"No, it's just that when that guy started insulting you after won, I wanted to deck him.  But… you kinda beat me to the punch."

She shrugged.  "Pssft.  Don't worry about that.  His sour grapes, and all."

"Yeah, he WAS trying to hit on you, wasn't he?"

She nodded.  Just then, the room filled with a mist.  Tetsuko glanced around. "That's just the sprinkler system for the plants," Les said.  "Pressure control program's a little glinchy; I'm still trying to debug it."

Tetsuko then looked down to his shoes.  "Shoelace, huh?  Those are Vans."

"Huh?"

"Down there.  Vans.  No laces."  And she squatted down, completely filling and blocking the aisle like a dam on the river.  She felt her white slacks tighten and pull, her thighs and leg muscles push, and a stitch or two pop. Then her knee "accidentally" bumped into the bag she heard Les fiddle with earlier.  "Hello, what's this?"

"Oh," went Les, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  He pulled it out into view: a bright, shiny, golden gift sack.  "I wanted to give this to you once you and Dr. Gannon were going to leave, but…" 

"So that's was you driving out last night?"

"Yeah.  Midnight run, gift shopping at the All-Mart Maxi-center."

"May we look at it now?"

"Sure." 

And she peeked inside. 

It was a small white plushie lioness cub, wearing a tiny warrior's helmet and shield.  And on the spur of the moment, Les plucked a white rose off a nearby bush, and placed it in the toy's free paw.  Tetsuko giggled.  "For defending your honor?"

Les paled.  "You heard that?" 

She nodded.  He sighed, and fished up the card.  It had a certain cartoon beagle, struggling with a typewriter: 

"With grattitude
With gratitood
With gratta"

And the inside simply read, "THANKS!"

"Couldn't think of the right thing to write," he apologized, as he simply signed and dated it.  "Now you see why I major in biology, not English."

Tetsuko smiled very warmly, and put the works back in the bag.  "You know where a big girl blouse belongs?"

"Uh… in a big girl's closet?"

"No…."

"In a big girl's dresser drawer?"

"Nooo…"

A wishful smile played at his mouth's corners.  "Big girl's suitcase?"

"No, baka-chan!" she tittered.  And she reached around him with both arms.  "On a big girl!"  And she pulled him close, straightened up to stand, lifted him up, and squeezed him close to her enourmous torso in a huge hug.  Surprised, but delighted, the foot-dangling Les reached around and hugged her back, his fingers barely making it to his opposing knuckles.

"You're all heart, Tetsuko," he sighed.

"Hai," she said.  "Which is pushing the rest of me out. They say its beat got faster when I grew.  Wanna listen for yourself?"  And she gently pressed his face against her chest, so his cheek and jaw felt her very ample bosom. 

"Yeah," he said.  "Not quite the drum solo to 'Wipeout,' but that's not normal– I mean, typical."

"It's OK, Les," she reassured, patting his damp back. 

Les raked his fingers over long, thick, soft, golden hair, and down her back where her shirt didn't cover.  Then he felt the lower back's skin again, puzzlement etching on his face.  "Hey, wait– my clothes are damp from the misting system, right?"

"Uh… yeah…."

He felt her right arm's huge biceps.  "Your skin's bone dry."

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

Slowly Les felt himself rise, and he reflexively put his left arm back around her back to touch both hands.  Or just the fingertips, and then only for an instant, as her trunk expanded and pushed them apart.  Tetsuko's left biceps then swelled to watermelon size against his back, clamping him deeper into her plusher and plusher breast, which bloated back against his face like a balloon filling with warm water.  His toes felt her calves expand as well, as they slid up to just below her knees. 

Rrrrrrip! went her trousers along the seams, up to stouter mid-thigh.

Rrrrrrip! went her already torn shirt back, and a notch up her chest, leaving the cloth to drape over her chest, barely covering it.

Tetsuko blinked.  "Another spurt?!"

"Don't suppose it'd help if I said there's just more of you to love now?" Les quipped.

"Oh, be quiet.  We'd better see Sonya and Dr. Green."  And she turned around and sidestepped between the planters to fit through more easily.

"Uh, Tet-chan?"

"What?"

"Maybe you'd better put me down?"

"Oh.  Gomen."  And she set him down back on his feet, inadvertently brushing the top of his head with her three-pillows-in-one-case breast.  And she had to stoop and turn sideways to get out the greenhouse's door.

Les took a breath.  She was now 8'2".

To Be Continued…

[Matthew Lim]

*drool*

Jimmy, this story just keeps getting better and better. Can't hardly wait until the next part.  ;D

[Fonk]

Mlam.

Glah.

*thud*

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Most excellent, dear James.

You have captured Tetsuko's character and personality perfectly.

Thank you for this latest chapter.

Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[Muscle Growth Nut]

Mlam.

Glah.

*thud*

What he said.

*second thud*

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