[FlakBait]

I have no idea who wrote this or what website it came from, I found it in some old file on my drive, but it's pretty good.

The Neighbor

The dark wooden frame that surrounded the grand mirror began to glow it's sensuous brown as the lights permeating the chamber rose to a dim intensity. They flickered with the gracefulness of dancing candlelight, granting the bedroom a familiar and comforting ambience. The queen bed was neatly made, the blankets drifting across it without a crease and rising with the down pillows resting at one end. A black dress lay atop it, beautiful and elegant. Next to it was a silk negligee, waiting for a body to caress with it's soft skin.
The silence was broken with the sound of light steps pressing into thick carpet. They were thin feet, long with perfect toes and a high arch. They were delicate feet, a light tan in color with smooth nails that glistened faintly in the light. They were feet that stepped in turn, one in front of the other, as they took the alluring woman above them toward her mirror.
Julia sat on the small stool before her, her body clad only in a simple pair of black panties, and set her hands on the lip of her desk as she gazed at her reflection. The light gave her smooth skin a comfortable radiance. A deep tan covered her bare torso and the soft breasts that slowly lifted up and down with each passing breath. She raised a hand, drifting the slender fingers over her stomach and up to the tender nipple that was wide across the ample cup, warm to the touch and stiffening with the mild sensation.
She sighed, her broad shoulders arching slightly. Smiling, she turned her head to see the dark strands that fell over them in tight, black curls. They shined, shimmering with crisp luster under the lamps as Julia nodded in admiration of her ethnic beauty. She reached for a small case on the corner of her desk, opening it and pulling out a brush for mascara.
– – –
Jeff rubbed his sore eyes, the letters written on the pad before him swirling into incomprehensibility. His tired body ached with the toils of another day in ER rotation and he was ready for his shift to come to an end. He stretched, reaching upward with his arms as he felt his back ripple with cracks and the relief and release of building tension. The blood-stained shoes he wore shuffled along the floor tiling as he trudged toward the front desk, his hands hanging limply by his sides.
"Tell me that head lac was my last case Marge. I don't think I could handle another."
"Sorry Jeff, there's a guy that's been waiting in chairs for almost two hours. Take care of him and then you can go home."
He felt another pang lance through his head, his eyes closing in anguish.
"Damn it! Can't someone else take care of it? I've been on for twelve hours, I'm looking forward to eating some Top Ramen and crashing on my couch; I don't even think I could make it to my bed."
"Sorry, the Chief Attending wants this guy out of chairs, onto the board, and…"
"And the residents are here to do the dirty work."
"As well as the lowly work."
Jeff looked at her mocking smirk as she waved the clipboard with his next patient's paperwork in his face.
"I was treated with more dignity when I was a student." He swiped it from her hands and she laughed as she went back to typing at her computer, her stool squeaking as it turned on rusty hinges. The name at the top of the sheet was smudged slightly and Jeff was forced to squint his eyes to read it.
– – –
Julia's silken lashes curled as she brushed them lovingly. They grew thicker, longer, as the mascara coated them. Her penetrating gaze was mysterious, dark and sparkling with Mediterranean eyes. The high bones of her cheeks were a deep red, rouged and sensual. She leaned back, her hands and long fingers bracing her voluptuous body from behind her as she breathed slowly. The roundness of her breasts raised into the cool night air in steady rhythm, thin goose flesh breaking out over the tan skin.
Her own incredible body began to arouse her; the tight curls of her brunette mane, the sharp and exquisite features of her exotic face, her broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist, the black panties that scantily clad her wide hips, her strong thighs that she gently spread apart, relishing in the soft silk that slid over her moist and pink womanhood, her thin feet that dug into the thick carpeting with clenched toes.
Julia felt heated blood pumping into her dark nipples, stiffening the broad tips into pert rigidity, at the mere sight of herself. She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily through her nose as she closed her eyes and tilted her head. Her hair slid down her back, the strands tickling the skin, as a single drop of pleasure found it's way from her warm crotch down the inside of her leg.
The stool spun around as she stood up. The muscles of her calves tensing as she did, the slim valleys around the bones shading away from the light. She stopped in front of her bed, about to reach down for her dress when she glanced up to her open closet. Resting on a simple dresser were a number of white t-shirts, a neat stack numbering around ten. They sat next to another pile of folded sweat shorts that were a solid black in color.
Julia smiled, walking toward her spare clothing and new pairs of sandals that were collected in boxes on the closet floor.
– – –
The flimsy plastic chair creaked as it's occupant leaned forward; he craned his neck to gain a better perspective of the young woman that was standing patiently while a doctor examined her injured hand in a curtained alcove.
She wore tight, navy shorts around trim hips that showed off the strong thighs and calves of long, tanned legs that disappeared into smudged tennis shoes and white ankle socks. Her torso was broad, tall as she stood proudly with her small breasts wrapped in the plastic-like shirt of a volleyball player. She moved a stray group of brunette strands away from her face as she looked down at her physician, towering over him with the sprained wrist that she held tenderly to her flat stomach and nodding as he gave her instructions on how to heal it.
The voyeur sighed in admiration of her tall and graceful body, the body of a strong, female athlete. He jerked as someone suddenly poked him in that sensitive point beneath the ribs of his left side and looked down with a sigh to ready himself for the chastisement he knew was coming.
"What is it with you anyway?"
He turned, his long, brown hair twirling over his shoulder, to see his companion that sat next to him.
She was also beautiful, a tall blonde with an eternally youthful appearance. One thin eyebrow was arched over crystalline eyes and a sharp nose. Her moist lips were a glistening, feathered pink, yearning for hidden passion, and set in a wry smile. The black tank top she wore accentuated her large and perfect breasts that bulged firmly outward without the aid of outside support. Her bare stomach was toned, sporting strong muscle that was mirrored in her tanned arms. Her denim shorts were frayed, the loose, white threads nibbling her upper thighs as she stretched her long legs in front of her.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, scratching at a small scar on his left cheek with the nail of his thumb before answering.
"I just can't help it." He turned back around and pointed towards the tall coed that was still talking with her doctor. "I mean, look at her."
The blonde shrugged and followed his two pointing fingers as he continued.
"She's at least six foot three, athletic and beautiful."
"So she's tall, so what?"
"Try and imagine what is was like for her when she was younger." His eyes adopted a far away gaze, as if he was scanning a mesmerizing sunset. "Slowly creeping taller than all of her friends. All of the guys in her class that once smiled at her starting to feel uncomfortable as she looked so far down at them. Her clothes getting tighter and tighter as every week passed by. Her desks in class becoming cramped as she was forced to stretch her long legs under the chair that used to be far in front of her. Her parents amazed that she wouldn't … that she couldn't … stop growing taller and taller."
She watched him close his eyes, tilting his head forward as torrid thoughts passed through his addled mind. He sighed again, his strong chest broadening slightly.
"You're kind of cute when you drift away like that."
He looked at her with a mild frown, her sarcasm not lost in his ears.
"You know, when we were dating, not only did I cater to your own personal fetishes, I tried to understand them as well." He glanced back toward the curtained alcove, nodding to the athletic amazon as she gathered her meager things. "Her and other 'vertically gifted' women like her are the closest thing that this world can hope for a real-life giantess. To me, she's a beautiful work of art," he smiled, "just like you."
"Hmm, not a bad save." She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the black fabric of her tank top, and kissed him gently, running the tip of her pink tongue over his lips before pulling back. "She's attractive, but I prefer bustier girls that are closer to my own height."
"Hey, I have no problem with that. Any time you need my help along those lines, you just let me know."
She frowned suddenly; her face was still beautiful, but now demanding comfort and soothing.
"My own fetishes? Like what?"
"Like what about your infatuation with ice cream and chocolate syrups? Not to mention rolling around in all of that jello."
"I like a little desert when I play; I never heard you complaining."
"And what about the time you had me dress up in all of that bulky metal armor and … OW!"
His eyes went wide with shock as she jabbed him again in his side. He immediately went to rubbing it with his fingers as he grimaced at her, biting his lip. She was staring elsewhere, looking forward and up towards an arriving newcomer.
"Hello, I'll be your doctor today. What seems to be your problem sir?"
– – –
Julia raised her arms upward, her large breasts lifting with pride, as she slid the cool fabric of a white t-shirt onto her body. The cotton tickled her sides, running over the supple ridges of her ribs as the hem fell. She ran her hands down her front, over the firm mounds on her chest, to smooth out errant creases in her top. She felt the stiff tips of her nipples and pinched one between her long fingers, shuddering with the sudden rush of light sensation. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled, her teeth gleaming softly in the pale light.
The mirror was still there in front of her, beautiful with her gorgeous reflection. She stepped towards it, her cute feet sinking into the carpet, as she ran her hands over her hips and the round curves of her posterior. She squeezed one with the warmth of her palm, the muscles tightening with pleasure underneath the black sweat shorts she now wore. Her thighs filled the short cuffs with tanned flesh, unblemished by age or scars as they streamed downward to her perfect calves.
A new pair of simple, brown sandals waited for her patiently on her stool. They weren't as elaborate as the heeled boots that were on her bed, but they were all that she wanted for now. She set them on the ground and slipped her delicate feet into the base, feeling her toes slide over the fresh leather and the thin straps hugging her smooth ankles. She smiled down at them, admiring the shine of her nails.
Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the front of her shirt swelling. Her mouth opened slightly, her eyebrows furrowing, and she curled her fingers as she felt the sandals on her feet starting to tighten around the tan skin.
– – –
The young man looked up at the newcomer.
His clothing was slightly disheveled and haggard, the results of too many hours working on a late shift. He was most likely a first or second year resident, his white lab-coat stained with a spattering of blood and a yellowish smear that was best left unidentified. A small pin on his lapel read : Jeff, M.D.
"I said, what seems to be the problem sir?"
The young man smiled.
"I seem to have this pain in my side."
Jeff knelt down on one of his tired knees and pulled a few instruments from the torn pocket of his coat. His red hair was dark and tangled, falling over his brown eyes and ruddied cheeks, and he shook his head to clear his vision. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, checking the pulse with his other hand. The black pen scratched across his pad as he took notes, sighing deeply from exhaustion.
"Long day?"
Jeff looked over to the young man's companion as she spoke. She was a tall and breathtakingly beautiful blonde wearing a tight ensemble that accentuated the strength and finesse of her toned body. He was amazed he had missed her before; she had the kind of physique and figure that he admired in a woman. The volleyball player his fellow physician had been examining before had been cute, but he preferred a little more meat up top. This blonde had plenty of that, just like his neighbor back home.
He swallowed his sexual tension and looked back down at his pad.
"Long life." He smiled, nervously at first, then laughing at his own situation. "I've been on for half a day and I'm ready for a breather. You guys are my last case before I can go home."
Down past the pad his eyes caught the golden glow of something reflecting the light of the hospital waiting room. He focused on it for the briefest of moments, trying to appear inconspicuous, and saw a golden ring curling around one of the blonde's perfect toes. It rested about the supple curve of one of the toe's joints, squeezing the pink skin as she curled them casually. He looked back up to her smile as she shrugged apologetically.
"We're sorry to keep you waiting."
Her face was soft but firm, the lines of her high cheeks and chin well defined and smooth.
"I should say the same thing to you two."
"Aww, we don't mind waiting." The young man grinned sheepishly, running a small hand over his thin goatee. "In fact, I think I'm feeling better. I just need a Tylenol or something for my headache and I should be fine."
"You don't have any other complaints?"
"Nah, nothing serious enough to keep you away from a good night's rest."
Brain was about to protest, not wanting to leave a patient in need, but the throbbing fatigue was keeping him silent. The blonde was smiling again, cocking her head to one side as she sat up straight. Her hair fell to one side as her breasts ballooned outward, audibly stretching the black of her tightening top with a heavenly creak. He imagined he could see the pert bulge of her soft nipples in the corners of his vision.
"Do you have something back at your apartment to get home to?"
Jeff frowned as he stared off into the close distance.
"Nothing but disappointment."
– – –
"Oh…"
The fresh sandals groaned as their straps tightened around Julia's slowly growing feet. The sensation of the thin bands pressing into her tan skin was incredibly arousing. Her lips trembled, her breath starting to come out in hushed gasps. Her toes, thin and cute, began to creep over the bases. The top of her feet turned a light red as the leather squeezed, sending shivers through her slowly lengthening legs.
The cuffs of her cut-off sweats slid up her toned thighs; already halfway up the supple limbs, the cotton stretched outward, conforming to the swelling muscle. The crotch playfully dug into her sensitive folds, sinking deeper as the waistband unbunched around her widening hips.
"Mmm…"
Julia moistened her lips, pressing them together as her head tilted back. The lower hem of her shirt slithered upward, the white fabric exposing her trim stomach once more. The sexy lip of her navel appeared as the clothing parted; she brushed her fingers over it, the skin rippling as she giggled.
The neckline began to stretch, pulled outward by the wide cups of her breasts; they bloomed larger, bigger and firmer then her slowly growing body would warrant. The fabric bunched slightly between them, accentuating the bulging curves as the firm nipples shined through; she could see the rough circles of her engorging aureoles as they puffed full.
Her shirt felt deliciously tight across her back, taut around her shoulders as it gently pressed against her swelling chest. It grew tighter with every breath, squeezing her body with less and less relief after each trembling exhale.
"Y… yes!"
Julia brought one arm up and buried her hand into dark curls of her brunette mane. Her sleeve drew back, unable to cover as much as it once could; the bicep was considerably stronger, the lines of definition clearer and more distinct as the muscle tensed. She pulled on a fistful of her hair and moaned.
"More!"
She swallowed, her slender neck pulsing. Her smile grew broader, her eyes remaining closed; her nose, thin and slightly upturned in deserved conceit, wrinkled with the building ecstasy.
"MORE!!!"
She grew, taller and taller, her voluptuous body slowly inching it's way toward the ceiling. As she reached 5' 8", five inches taller than her normal size, the stretching heel strap on one of her sandals gave out one last cry and snapped. Julia opened her eyes in surprise, the release of pressure accompanied by a rush of pleasure that burned it's way up her thighs and through her hips with an icy flash.
"OH!!! … Yes!"
She bit back down on her lip, staring at her toes as they swelled over the base of her sandals by more than an inch, still slowly growing further out. The remaining bands were crushing the tops of her feet, the skin crying out in sensual pain, in wicked pleasure.
"Mmm, that's it! AHH!!! Tear! … GOD! … God, please tear!"
Her entire body shuddered as she felt the stitching start to give, each thick thread sending shivers through her spine as it popped. One strap tore half way, relieving some of the delicious pressure, and then tore loose with a quick break. Her left foot was free. She cried out, kneading her firm breasts through the shrinking cloth as the second sandal quickly followed suit.
Julia gasped, the intensely erotic feeling just beginning to subside when she felt the front of her shirt starting lose it's battle. She tensed her legs and plush backside, concentrating on the tender and moist womanhood that quivered in anticipation of the coming release. Her panties were soaking with her ecstasy, continuing to squeeze her in enticing ways.
She looked back down, unable to see past her growing endowments. Her nipples were still poking through, pressed down somewhat, and unable to jut out to their full and glorious length. There was a slow rip, her breasts pushing slightly forward under their heated weight. A small hole appeared in the center of her front, exposing a hint of the deep and glorious valley of cleavage. The dark shade of her nipples began to show through, replacing the firm bumps with rough chocolate circles through the thinning white fabric.
"Oh! I … love you. I love … ah … YES!!!"
The gap widened with a shrill rip, the lower bulge of Julia's growing cups pulling the edges apart. The sound compelled a smile to her lips as she listened to it over her breathing as it became increasingly erratic, coming out in more and more forceful gasps that spread the hole in her shirt further and further apart with each bounce of her firm chest. The neckline was stretching forward; the cloth was tight across her shoulders as the thick bone of her collar appeared, striving to hold the powerful muscles of her chest and swelling breasts.
The top band of her shorts squeezed her hips, slipping down over her powerful backside as her waist outgrew the tightening cloth. The toned arc of her posterior appeared above the sliding cuff, wrapped in the black sheen of shrinking panties. The sound of the straining cotton filled her ears, adding to the rolling waves of pleasure that crashed through her very being.
Julia looked at her beautiful image in the grand mirror through hazy eyes. The fringes were sprinkled with a light steam, outlining her now six foot plus body with a crystal frost. The sleeves of her shirt had slid all the way up her arms, less than an inch from the shoulder. The front was torn down to the lower hem that wrapped itself near the lower curve of her breasts, pushing them up slightly as one of her firm nipples peeked out from the tight white cloth; she could see the other dark half through the thinly stretched material and brushed the sensitive tip with a long finger, causing her to shiver and purse her pouty lips.
"It feels so good. I'm so … big. Oh … I love it."
Her flat stomach had toned somewhat; not as much as she was capable of, but enough to satisfy her for the moment. The cut off shorts clung to her hips, stretched out at right angles to conform to her strong thighs and trim waist. One of the seams had torn, relieving some of the pressure. Julia smiled as she looked down at them, struggling to hold together around her giant body. She tugged at the top band of her panties, squealing slightly as they slipped further up into her swollen folds, and then slowly began to bend her legs.
The stitching creaked in anguish as her thighs began to tense. The cuffs slid up the tanned skin, the crotch damp with rapture, the rear bulging with giant female flesh. A thread softly snapped, causing her to start giggling. The ripples of mirth placed more stress on her shorts and they soon punctuated her growing laughter with the tearing of seams. Weakening fibers burst apart with fearsome pops, releasing her legs and hips from their cotton prison as the muscles began to rend the fabric into fraying scraps.
Her thighs spread apart to help give her balance as she lowered herself to the floor. The inside seam could not handle the strain and split with one long ripping sound, allowing the ravaged shorts to flutter to the ground. Julia's laughter started to grow, rising in volume and intensity as her lace panties remained. They fought to hold their place, wishing to stay close to her despite the building pressure as the muscles of her backside ballooned outward. They tore over one cheek, revealing skin that was as tanned and smooth as the rest of her glorious body.
"YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!"
She tilted her head back, her long hair dangling over her bare back below what was left of her stretched t-shirt, and continued to laugh. The threading began to give, slowly at first, and then faster as she fully bent her legs, kneeling down as her hips flared. A short tuft of fine fur peeked out from the side of her crotch, the silk unable to keep her fully descent.
"Ah! Ah … OH!!!"
They tore in the middle, her cries rising a shrieking notch, and her orgasm peaking just as her panties completely split down the center. What was left slid down over her thighs and fell to the floor with a faint puff of wind. A thin flow of her euphoria dripped down her leg as she slowly began to stand to her full and massive size of six and a half feet.
– – –
"I recognize that kind of grimace." The young man shook his head at Jeff's problem, pulling his arm back as he pitched closer to speak. "Having a little trouble with a member of the better sex?"
"My neighbor Julia." Jeff did a double take, not totally sure why he had been so forthcoming. The pair were still staring at him, smiling those incessant smiles that held warmth and hidden knowledge all at the same time. He shrugged and pulled out a sheet to write down prescriptions for pain killers. "I get off my shift soon and I'm sort of dreading going home. It's my neighbor."
The blonde leaned forward, her cleavage swelling nicely in the squeezing tank top.
"So you told us. What seems to be the problem?"
Jeff let his eyes drift down her front for the slightest of moments, watching the stiff tips peek through the tight fabric while hoping his glasses hid his naughty little action.
"She moved in about three months ago into the apartment across the hall from mine. There seems to be some chemistry between us, but … I don't know."
"She doesn't do it for you?"
"No! Heavens no. It isn't that at all. She's beautiful, Greek I think, with gorgeous dark eyes and smooth skin." Jeff sighed, staring off into the faint distance. "Great body and fun to talk to."
"It's just that …" The young man was twirling his hand, encouraging him to get to the point.
"It's just that I'm not sure if she's all that interested in me. Most of the time we have a good time together; watching rented movies, having lunch now and then, we've even gone shopping together. I can make her laugh and I think she's funny. But then, all of a sudden, she clams up. She won't talk or even look at me for a couple of days. Then she'll stop me in the hall and joke as if none of it ever happened." Jeff looked down, pausing in his notation. "I asked her about it last night and I think she got upset. She just closed her door in my face and locked it. I couldn't reason with her at all. I'm kind of scared I've ruined it."
"That's rough doc."
"So what should I do? What's going on?"
The blonde leaned back in her plastic chair as she smiled. She folded her arms in front of her and her biceps tensed slightly, strengthening into tanned hardness.
"Human beings have their secrets, some just find it more difficult to share than others. You tried to sneak into something she isn't ready to tell you yet. Give her time, she'll come around."
"Yeah." The young man reached back and started to tie his long brown hair into a pony tail as he dispensed his advice. "Trying to discover too much too soon will only push her away or anger her; not to mention the fact that you may not be ready for all that her life has to offer."
Jeff frowned, looking at the patient and his companion as they continued to smile.
"Then what do I do in the mean time? How to deal with her mood swings now?"
"Learn to enjoy them." The young couple looked at each other. She shook her head as he continued. "You can't change people to totally suit your needs. Learn to accept those quirks, they get to be quite interesting … and endearing."
"Oh sure, now you say that." The blonde folded her arms in front of her defensively, the smile still playfully on her face.
"Besides, I think that everything will turn out all right. You two have more in common than you think. Just go home tonight and enjoy all that's going to happen."
"Have more in common than I think?" Jeff coughed up a light laugh, dropping his pharmacy pad to his side. "How can you possibly know that?"
The young man stopped, raising an eyebrow as he scratched at a small scar on his cheek with a thumbnail. He brought his hand up to Jeff's face and lightly waved it through his field of vision.
Jeff blinked his glazing eyes a few times as he looked about in sudden confusion, wanting to say something but unsure of what that had been. He heard an echo playing in his mind, an important phrase that slipped away from his conscious thoughts and disappeared along with whatever impact it might have once had.
His patient abruptly stood up.
"Well doctor, thanks for the advice. I'll stop eating all of that jello and ice cream and I'm sure my stomach cramps will go away."
"Uh … yeah. Sure thing buddy."
The young man extended a welcoming arm to the blonde who accepted it as she stood. She shook her head with mild disapproval.
"You are so mean."
"Like you've never done that before." He laughed. "You did it to the cab driver on the way over here so you wouldn't have to pay the fare."
Jeff turned, his brow furrowed, as he watched them start to walk away. He scratched a nonexistent itch in his hair as tried to stop them.
"Don't you guys need a, uh … a prescription or something?"
"We're fine bro. Just enjoy your night off. It should be fun."
"Yeah … thanks."
The blonde tucked her fingers into the back pockets of her tight denim shorts, the frayed ends of their sleeves shifting around the muscles of her tanned thighs as they tensed with each of her sandaled steps. She nudged the young man with a soft elbow as they made their way to the sliding doors of the hospital exit with slowly fading words.
"You know what little quirk of yours I admire?"
"Hmm?"
"Being able to share this intimate fetish of yours with people. I mean telling me is one thing, us going out together for a while and all, but you've put it down to paper and let a bunch of strangers read about it. I couldn't do that."
The young man giggled to himself, looking at her as the doors slid open.
"What are you talking about? We were just confessing stuff to all those readers when we were sitting down back there a few minutes ago."
"You wrote that down?"
The exit slid shut and they were gone.
Jeff sighed as he looked around the waiting room. There were other patients sitting quietly in their seats, but they were no longer his responsibility. The only complaints he had to listen to now were his own. He dropped his clipboard on the front desk and didn't bother to say goodbye to Marge as she watched him trudge his way into the locker room.
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