The Double Date between our beloved married couple and Brian and Amy continues! Hope everyone enjoys the read. As always, thanks a lot for the great comments! Keep em coming! It really helps to keep the thread bumped while I write the next section. Cheers!
Spring, 2009 - Double Date Continued
The breeze whirred lightly across the porch, shaking the grilling utensils that dangled from the grill and rustling the table umbrella, rocking it gently back and forth. Those were the only sounds for what seemed like several minutes of utter silence. Neither Brian nor Amy made a single peep, both completely stunned, eyes wide and mouth slack with terrified expressions. I peered lifelessly into my glass of cabernet watching the deep red pool swirl delicately, just waiting for this horrible moment to be over. The swimming sensation the wine had given me faded, and I was left dead sober and all too aware of my surroundings. Frantically, I put the glass to my lips and took a large gulp, wishing the soothing feeling would return soon. I finally looked up to Jen in desperation, hoping she would say something to break the silence. But the look on her impassive face made it apparent just how much she enjoyed this reception; she loved to be gawked at as though she was an effigy crafted by the gods. This was all just a game to her.
Not able to take the stillness anymore, I cleared my throat to speak. But before I open my mouth, Brian stammered out a few words. "I-is that really you, Jenny?" His tone faltered slightly and soon he was simply back to staring, hypnotized by Jen's majestic presence as we all waited for her to respond.
"Hi Brian," Jen smirked proudly, clearly relishing his reaction, "It's good to see you again. Been a while, hasn't it?" At the sudden sound of Jen's deep voice, a look of complete bewilderment colored Brian's expression. He shook his head slightly, as if he wasn't quite sure he heard her right; he seemed to notice the low, resonating sound came from Jen, but at the same time, didn't seem convinced it was actually her speaking. My wife simply stepped forward out of the doorway and stomped loudly over to the extra glass of wine Brian had just overflowed during her shocking entrance. She gave it a light sniff, then tipped the entire glass back, nearly dumping the booze down her gullet.
"J-Jenny..." Brian stuttered once again, desperately grasping for something to say, "You're so...so...big!" As he continued to gape, Jen smiled and gave him a sideways look, as if he was an idiot for stating the obvious. And he was. There were a lot of words you could use to describe Jen, but saying she was big was like saying a pigeon is a bird. It might be correct, but it isn't exactly a meaningful description.
"Brian," I said softly, trying to carefully snap him back, "Isn't there someone you want to introduce?" I nodded towards Amy, whose facial expression hadn't budged an inch since first laying eyes on Jen. Brian's eyes darted over to me, noticed the direction I was nodding, and then lazily panned over to his girlfriend, slowly gaining a little sentience.
"Um," he swallowed hard, blinking quickly, aiming to regain his composure, "Yes, sorry. Uh, Jenny, this is my girlfriend A-amy." He lifted his arm in a haphazard gesture, motioning towards Amy, then let his hand slap back down towards his sides, dangling lifelessly.
"It's nice to meet you," Jen said slyly, flashing a confident smile across her rugged face, "welcome to our home." She spoke so smoothly and collected, clearly in complete charge of the entire situation. The pleasure she must be feeling in the presence of our manic fumbling was getting her more drunk than all the wine in the world could provide.
"H-hi," Amy squeaked, remaining completely frozen, as if she was trying to dissuade an angry bear from turning her into an evening snack. Her gorgeous blue eyes dared not blink as she gawked. Not being able to take the situation anymore, I quickly rose to my feet, the weight of the wine in my stomach finally making itself known. I stumbled for a second, but carefully maintained my composure, and headed over to the smoker.
"Well," I exclaimed as excitedly as I could, hoping to snap Jen's audience out of their trance, "those ribs should be about done! Brian, why don't you help me load up the plates. Babe, our guests were nice enough to bring us a bottle of wine, but it seems to have disappeared. Why don't you go grab another bottle from our wine rack."
Jen let out a low chuckle, as if me ordering her around was cute, like a puppy barking at a much bigger dog in a vain attempt to prove how tough it is. Still, she obliged and her heavy footsteps faded into the kitchen. Amy continued to stare blankly, watching my wife maneuver within our house, still stunned by the titanic sight before her. Brian steadily sidled up next to me and held out plates as I used a pair of tongs to dish out the ribs.
"Okay," Brian hissed, "What the fuck is going on, dude? Are you playing a prank on us? What the hell is this?" He tried his best to raise his voice at me while still retaining a whisper, casually peering over his shoulder to check for anyone listening. While Jen couldn't hear us, Amy was well within earshot, but gave no sign she was paying attention to anything but the massive muscle beast in our kitchen.
"Well," I said, keeping quiet, "I tried to tell you that Jen has...changed. I didn't know how to tell you exactly, so I thought it best you saw with your own eyes." I continued to load ribs on top of the plates at a quickening pace, hoping that a table full of food would ease everyone's minds. I also knew how hungry Jen was likely to be. If I wanted tonight's train wreck to improve at all, I needed to ensure my wife was fed.
"Yeah but, this isn't exactly what I had in mind" Brian confessed, running one hand nervously through his dark, spiky hair. "I mean, you realize how insane this is, right? This is goddamn crazy. Not to mention i-i-impossible! No... no, there is no way she could have changed like that. It's just not physically possible... She's taller than you now! She's built like a truck! She has the biggest arms I've ever seen on a woman and those shoulders were bursting out of her blouse! And it's not just her looks, it's...it's her entire persona! The way she just smiled at us while we stared like idiots. The confident sound in her voice. And, dear god, her voice! It's deeper than mine! Seriously, what in the hell is even happening right now?"
Brian continued to ramble, but not exactly towards me. Rather, he was working the situation out in his own head; I was merely witnessing him trying to solve the puzzle that was Jen's astonishing transformation. As his babbling proceeded, Jen finally emerged with two bottles of wine engulfed by her massive, veiny hands. She had rolled the sleeves of her works shirt up just past her elbows, showing off her bulky, strong forearms, already dotted with dark, returning hair. Absently noticing her return, Brian's chatter dissipated and he quickly set the meat down on the table, and rushed to take a seat, crossing his legs in a failed nonchalant manner.
"Smooth," I sighed, delivering the remainder of the food. "Well, let's eat."
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The meal was intensely quiet. We all just glanced about with feigned casualness, nibbling on our ribs and sipping on our wine, with the occasional cough and clanking of glasses breaking the silence. Though, the night wasn't all quiet; the sounds of Jen eating blared across the porch as she grunted and swallowed, greedily destroying the meat in front of her. A pile of bones had already piled up in front of her, all sucked completely dry as she continued to wolf down every morsel she could grab. Occasionally, she'd stop to wash it all down with a large swig of wine, downing half of her glass in a single go. As amazed as our guests were by the display in front of them, they averted their eyes, seemingly not wanting to offend Jen or myself with any more gawking.
Once we were all finished, we all sat around in discomfort, slowly taking more pulls of cabernet as the sun sank in the purple sky. The booze was really beginning to settle, and with a spike of courage I attempted to inject the awkwardness with some conversation, in hopes of reeling everyone back into a state of repose. We were all friends after all. "So, Amy, are you working somewhere right now?"
Amy appeared a little startled, realizing she suddenly had the focus on her. She meekly shifted in her seat. "Um, well, I guess I'm just kind of waitressing down at Wiley's. Bri and I moved in together last fall, so I'm still figuring out what I want to do. But it's great; my friends work there, so it's basically like a party every time I have a shift!" A hint of her bubbly personality returned for just a moment, enthusiasm sparkling in her big blue eyes as she spoke of her friends and partying. Her excitement faded quickly and silence threatened to settle in once again.
"Well," I declared, hoping more energy in my voice would help snap everyone out of their daze, "waitressing is a good gig. People tip well around here. And Wiley's is a fun place; Brian and I used to go there all the time in college, right bud?"
Brian didn't pay any attention to me. Apparently he wasn't even aware anyone had been talking; he simply looked in Jen's direction, determination cultivating on his unreadable mug. Instead of answering me, he took one sizeable chug of wine and set the glass down with a bit of force, his eyes locking with Jen's from across the table. "Jenny, can you please tell us what the hell is going on?"
Jen didn't move a muscle. She just made eye contact right back at Brian, her cold, stern stare penetrating him, as if telling him he made a huge mistake raising his voice to her. The cool rage boiled within Jen and her emotions were palpable in the air. As if realizing his mistake, Brian shifted uncomfortably in his chair, slouching slightly and decided it was a better idea to stare down at the table instead of at the angry bull in front of him. The tension continued to rise for another moment until Jen's lips tugged into a dimply smile.
"I guess you have a lot of questions for me." Jen spoke the words without a single care, as if she had understood exactly how this conversation would play out before she even left for work that morning. "Well, anything for an old friend. C'mon now, I'm an open book. Ask away."
Brian seemed caught slightly off guard at the openness of it all, but recomposed himself and took the opportunity to dive right in. "Um, okay, well before we get into the 'why', I'd like to know the 'how'. As in, how the hell did you manage to get that...huge?! Not just muscle, but height! You must have grown half a foot! Now, I'm no rocket scientist, but I'm pretty sure that's just not humanly possible. Unless you have some robotic legs underneath that skirt of yours."
"We could be here for three days straight if I tried to explain the exact science to you," Jen chortled deeply in a condescending manner. Understanding exactly what a long discussion we were in for, I began refilling everyone's wine glasses. "But, I'll start from the beginning with you. I work for a science company called Feminox, a start up lab that specializes in...well, a lot of things. My research is in organic chemistry and we've been working on a serum..."
Jen continued to mull through the long-winded exposition, gulping down her wine and occasionally motioning for me to fill her glass. Brian and Amy remained focused on her, drawn in by her commanding voice and the riveting details of Jen's project at Feminox. She talked for nearly fifteen minutes straight, giving them similar pitches to the ones she had given me. "Making the world a better place," and "bringing about a needed change," were phrases used liberally. And I'll admit, even though I already had this conversation many times with Jen, hearing her explain it all anew had me more eager than ever to support her. Her deep tone suggested her authority and urged me to believe everything she was saying, wanting to be with her every step of the way. As I glanced over to our guests, I could see I wasn't the only one feeling it. Their demeanors had shifted from shock and awe to slight admiration. Though, no doubt my adamancy on making sure the wine never stopped flowing helped iron out the wrinkles.
"Wow," Brian finally piped in as Jen finished her scientific rant, "I had no idea science could even obtain...this." He motioned at Jen's body with his wine glass, the liquid sloshing about as his arm jutted out before him. At the rate I had been refilling all of our glasses, it seemed as though the alcohol was finally taking its toll; it no doubt helped make the situation far easier to cope with and the general easiness in everyone's attitude seemed to reflect that. I, too, was beginning to feel lighter in the head, a warm smile spreading across my face and my internal monologue telling me everything was going to be just fine.
"So," Amy spoke up meekly, the first time she had really instigated all night. Her long lashes fluttered with childlike wonder, "How tall are you and how much do you weigh? Oh wait! I'm not supposed to ask a lady those questions! I'm sorry if that sounded rude!" She covered up a drunken laugh with her hand apologetically, her blue eyes wide with excitement nonetheless, hoping to receive an answer.
"Not rude at all," Jen corrected, "I'm a pupil of science after all; there's no sense in practicing politeness around raw data. As a part of my studies, we record my height and weight every morning. This morning, I clocked in at over 6'5" and 231 lbs, buck naked. It is a fine start to our research."
"Start?!" Brian shouted, a bit louder than he likely intended, "You're saying this is just the beginning?" His jaw hung open as a puzzled look washed over him. Amy's face also lit up at Jen's remark.
"Why not?" Jen stated uncaringly, a slight shrug of her shoulders causing her traps to bunch up into dense mountains underneath her blouse. "We're still a ways off from a product that can pass rigorous FDA testing, let alone something we can feasibly release on the market. As long as we're still in the experimental phase, I'll be there at the helm of the project. I won't stop until our baby is perfected and ready. And even then...who knows."
"Okay, but, you can't just stay on the drug forever," Brian inquired, leaning back in his chair and looking towards the sky, rolling through the questions rattling around in his brain. "I mean, there have to be side effects? You said the serum is derived from growth hormones and steroids; everyone knows those can cause some pretty drastic...alterations." He said the last words carefully and looked casually at Jen for an answer.
"I take it you already noticed my voice change," Jen boomed, going a little deeper than usual as if to drive home her point, "My vocal cords have changed structurally and my adam's apple has distended, severely lowering the pitch of my voice. Another feature you've likely taken note of is the difference in my face. Some of it is due to the general loss of body fat I've experienced, which has slimmed out my face, giving it a more dimply appearance with sharper lines. But the bones in my jaw have also grown and shifted, giving me a more rugged chin and jawline, making me appear wickedly handsome." She flashed her intimidating smile in their direction. Brian simply chuckled nervously while Amy stared blankly as Jen continued her explanation.
"It's the same way the bones in my entire body have been kickstarted into a growth spurt, becoming longer, thicker, and much more dense, allowing them to support my increasing weight and muscle mass. My breast tissue has atrophied completely and combined with my workouts, I no longer have anything that could resemble tits; just rock hard pecs. I've seen an immense increase in sweating, leading to a far more frequent and pungent body odor. Hair all over my body comes in at a much quicker rate and notably darker. This includes my legs, ass, stomach, chest, arms, armpits, and back. It has also increased across less common areas for women, including my hands, the tops of my feet, and along my face. My dear husband can attest to that." She bellowed a deep, confident laugh while I blushed in embarrassment, fearing my friends' reaction to the introduction of my wife's innate hairiness.
"Libido has also seen a significant increase as well as the size and sensitivity of my clitoris. I masturbate at least eight times at the office each day and during most of my workouts. Even then, I always have the energy and means to ravage my husband when I'm home. He can attest to that fact as well." Jen gave me a not so subtle wink and I merely blinked in response. The admission of her frequent masturbation was news to me. I guess I had assumed that she needed to keep her insatiable body satisfied throughout the day, but eight times?! That was bordering on ridiculous; it was astounding that she got anything done. Even more astounding was the way she mentioned such a taboo subject right in front of Brian and Amy, as though they were getting a high school biology lecture.
"Of course, the purpose of our serum is to increase health and wellness, so we went through pains to remove any harmful side effects from the sequence; liver damage, glaucoma, hypertension, kidney disease, and so on. But removing these traits directly from the serum's sequence is a complicated process; some sacrifices had to be made in order to achieve the desired result. Siphoning out every single side effect from the injections would be nitpicky and a vast waste of resources. So, other than those that directly affect health, all of the other side effects will remain."
Jen finally paused her listing and chugged the rest of her wine, grunting heavily with satisfaction. I was at a loss for words; the ease and confidence with which she rattled off her afflictions was surprising. The way she spoke of her hairiness, sweating, and lack of breasts really drove home the fact that she didn't see any of these things as negative aspects of her research. They were just a part of her now and it was all just as scientific as the rest of her progress.
"Um," Brian finally spoke after a bit of stillness, "Wow. That's quite the number of...developments." He paused for another moment, considering something in his head. I could tell the wine was slowing his thought process, but soon a sly smirk appeared on his face.
"So, why hasn't your husband taken part in the trials?" Brian asked with a swagger of drunken confidence. "These injections have made you taller, stronger, bigger, faster, and more confident, not to mention all of the repercussions you're facing would be far more accepted on a male body; the hair, the deep voice... What if I want to try this serum? Hell, I'd give anything for a few more inches of height. Where do I sign up?"
Brian chortled, a bit of wine sloshing over the rim of his glass. Though he laughed, I'd known Brian long enough to tell when he was trying to make light of an otherwise serious question.
It was then that I noticed it. In my current state, brain soaking in a lake of booze, I had almost missed it, but looking over at Jen, my body suddenly froze over and I dared not make a move as I observed the most terrifying sight I had ever witnessed. A look of pure, untamed fury was stricken across my wife's frigid demeanor. The corners of her lips twitched, almost in a feral snarl. Her wide nostrils flared and her cold eyes shot daggers in Brian's direction. In that instant, it felt as though the temperature dropped ten degrees, a sudden chill creeping its way up my spine. All of a sudden, I understood exactly what my wife's enraged face was saying. She was insinuating "This gift is not meant for the likes of you."
Brian certainly didn't notice the slight shift in the atmosphere, his eyes still squinting drunkenly as he awaited her response. Amy, on the other hand, must have noticed the subtleties as she suddenly slouched down further into her seat, averting her eyes strictly to the cobblestones of the porch. While the pause in the conversation seemed like hours, in reality, it had only been a quick handful of seconds, and the terrible beast behind Jen's eyes faded as she readied herself for a response, a devious smile slowly forming on her face.
"I'm sorry, Brian," she shrugged casually, "But the drug simply isn't ready for the male anatomy. Something funny with the genetic code... there just isn't a safe version of the serum for men. Though if Amy wanted to give it a shot, we'd be happy to have another test subject." Jen's gaze flicked over to Amy and in a second, the attention was focused on her. Brian's eyes widened, mouth forming into a frown.
"M-me?" Amy squeaked, her typically peppy persona taken aback by the sudden offer. "Why would you want me for your research?"
"Why not?" Jen said, taking another large gulp of wine and reaching her beefy arm over to grab the remainder of the bottle. "I've always wanted to note the difference the serum would have on women of different body shapes, sizes, personalities, and education backgrounds. Plus you'd be considered an employee during the time of the testing; it pays much better than waitressing, that's for certain." She said the last words with an air of sweetness as to not come off insulting.
"No!" Brian exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet, his knees almost buckling underneath him as he nearly lost his balance. He wavered for a second, but caught the table to steady his inhibited coordination. "You can't give Amy your drugs, like she's a labrat! I-I won't allow it!"
The fury that had coated Jen before returned with a vengeance, and even Brian was quick to notice this time around. Jen slid her chair back, a loud scraping screech sent from the cobblestone, and she rose, slowly and steadily in a perfect motion, not a single semblance of drunkenness. In absolute control and deliberation, she straightened until she stood tall, and proud, completely dwarfing Brian in height and size. Brian's legs began to shake at the sight, though he continued, bravely enough, to make direct eye contact with Jen, his gaze slowly angling up as she towered over him. She spoke deeply and clearly, ice in her every word.
"You do not have any power to tell her what she can and can't do. You do not get to make decisions for her. She is a strong, proud woman and she doesn't need you to guide her through her own life. Why don't you let Amy answer for herself. And don't you dare speak on her behalf, ever again. Do you understand, little man?"
She reached out a thick finger and extended her muscled arm, a road map of forearm veins twitching as she firmly pointed in Brian's direction. Pure darkness was in her eyes and her long arm stretched easily over to Brian, her index prodding firmly in his sternum. The force from her tap caused him to stumble back into his chair as the words from her booming voice reverberated off of the walls of our mansion and out into the dusk. And then silence.