Vignette - The David Virus

Hey guys ! This is a short vignette called The David Virus, an offshoot of my Goliath Virus series. I hope you like it!

There were fewer boats in the Florida Keys this week, but Hope didn’t consider herself an expert on such things. All she knew was the guy she’d been dating for the past two weeks wanted to flaunt his wealth. Rick was a good guy so it was an easy decision. As it turned out, he was the perfect isolation buddy during the world’s newest viral outbreak.

It was just the two of them on the high seas aboard Rick’s yacht—they had enough food and water and entertainment to keep them busy for the next two weeks, in the hopes of riding out Goliath-23. But only a day into their excursion, Hope made an announcement.

“I’m infected,” she said, coming to the helm where he listened to his earbuds and watched the rolling waves.

He pulled one of them out and said, “How do you know?”

She sat down on the chair next to him and pulled up her skirt. Hope was in a pair of black sandals, her toned skin showing through. But what he noticed right away was how her toes were crammed in, as if they wanted so desperately to pop out.

“You’re sure?” he asked, feeling as if this was hardly a confirmation.

“Rick,” she breathed, and stepped in front of him. As he eyed her, he caught her meaning—normally they stared eye-to-eye but not today. Today, he was looking upat her. Right now, he was staring at her chin.

“This doesn’t seem right,” he said. “If you’ve just become infected, then you’re growing way faster than normal.”

“No, it’s not that,” she said. “Have you been listening to the radio?”

“No,” he said. “What are you saying?”

“Don’t you notice anything odd about yourself?”

He shook his head. What was she talking about?
 “C’mon up to the mast. I wanna show you something.”

He followed her out of the wheelhouse and up the steps to the main mast. This yacht had been passed down from his father and at the time of its purchase, had been the largest commercially available yacht. Normally, there was a crew of six to help with manning the boat and running the kitchen, but not for this trip. With a few guided directions, Rick showed Hope how it was possible for two people to operate it.

At the mast, she put her back to it and showed him the piece of tape she’d wrapped around it. She said, “I stood against this and dabbed the mast with the tape right above my head, and then turned around and finished wrapping it. Then I used a tape measure. I’m usually five-nine, but now I’m six feet tall.”

“But that’s only three inches . . .,” he started to say, but then understood. He put his back against the mast and said, “Measure me.”

And sure enough, Rick was three inches shorter than normal. Now that he was aware—he knew he should’ve realized it days ago. Nothing fit. His pants, his loafers, his Polo shirt—it was all hanging weirdly across his body. He felt . . . less, as if his strength had diminished.

“I don’t . . . I don’t understand.”

“They’re calling it David-23,” she said. “It’s affecting just about everyone, well men, anyway. You thought the world ended when all the women grew . . . just wait till all the men shrink down.”

“How small?” he asked, and stumbled back into a chair.

She shrugged. “It’s still ongoing. Do you want to get back?”

“No,” he said. “We’ll be okay. It doesn’t stick around forever.”

“Yeah,” she said, and kissed him. Her tongue sliding into his mouth felt nice. And certainly different.

She backed off and then pulled off her sandals, struggling with the leather. With her foot in her lap, she rubbed it and said, “I wonder just how big they’ll get.” She crinkled her toes and then lightly jabbed him in the leg with them.

As her foot touched him, they both heard an audible rip and she inspected her dress along the hip. It had shredded right across the seam. If Rick didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn she was gaining tone in her arms and legs . . .

***

The next morning, they’d changed even more. As she sat up in bed and he graced his hand across her back, he noted just how tight her panties were fitting—he could see the crack of her ass in great detail. She looked back at him, her long, brown hair tickling his arm as it dragged by.

“Hello, shorty,” she said, and that’s when he noted that his own body had dwindled—his stomach appeared flatter, the boxers baggier. His legs seemed further up the bed.

“It’s pretty fast,” he said. “Goliath was a slow virus back in the day.”

When she stood, her head crashed against the cabin roof. True, it was a short space, only seven feet tall, but this certainly confirmed how much she’d grown since yesterday.

He slid out of the bed and his boxers fell almost immediately. By the time he realized it, she had already circled around, intent on heading to the bathroom. But once she saw him naked—and he saw her—both trains of thought seemed to derail.

“Wow,” was all he could say. Between the size difference, he was staring right at her crotch. He reached out and touched her panties, feeling the soft fabric and her heat from the other side.

“Pretty soon you won’t be able to handle that,” she said, and pushed him back on the bed.

She ripped her panties off—a quicker method considering they were so tight, then descended onto his dick. For a moment she rode him but both of them knew it wasn’t the same experience. In another day, this wouldn’t even be possible.

Still, she rode his cock until she was flooding his crotch, then slid off him. After that, she popped him into her mouth and sucked. This was far more effective and he knew he wouldn’t last long—he never did with someone as gorgeous as Hope.

They ate breakfast up on deck and then measured against the mast. She’d gained almost two whole feet since yesterday while he’d lost almost a foot. She giggled and stood on her tiptoes, showing off just how large she’d become.

He was completely naked now, for nothing would fit. Why did it even matter? They were miles from the nearest people.

They put their feet against one another, marveling over how much larger hers appeared. He could see at least an inch on either side, and her toes ended at least four inches higher than his did. This made her giggle and recline back on her elbows.

“Are you as sweaty as me?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs into her sole. “I thought it was the heat, but it’s bad even in the air conditioning.”

“No, not really sweating. But I’m tingling,” said Rick. “Are you?”

“Oh, yeah! Pins and needles! But it feels so, so good. The girls who grew back in the day all said it felt nice. Maybe it’ll be the same for you. Actually, I think it already is!”

She pointed to his erection, something that hadn’t left him since that morning.

By evening, he wasn’t even tall enough to help with the masts. But luckily what strength he lacked, Hope had gained. She easily wound the ropes around her arms and pulled until the masts were in place and sails were up.

They tried to have sex again before dinner but just as he figured, it was laughable. She lay on the bed, looking like a goddess with her legs spread and her arms wide and her hair out like a halo. He could tell he wasn’t going deep at all, so he pulled out and smacked her clit with his dick. This seemed to get a rise out of her and she lifted herself, pulled him close, and kissed him.

Now, their lips certainly felt mismatched.

When she shoved her tongue into his mouth, it nearly choked him and he pulled away, coughing and sputtering. She laughed and apologized, then pulled him in again, this time more sensual. Her tongue never went past his molars.

They enjoyed comparing sizes up on deck—holding hands together so she could curl her fingers over his, or standing back-to-back. Technically, it was back to thigh, as she’d shot up so much more in the last day. He could now stack both of his feet on top of one another and still not occupy one of her gargantuan soles.

Three mornings later, he woke to her massive arm draped over his body. When he tried to lift it, he figured he may as well have been lifting an iron girder. After tapping her a few times, she began to stir.

“Good morning,” she said, her breath warm on the top of his head. She pulled him in for a hug, then rolled onto her back.

When he turned to see her drifting back to sleep, he was amazed by just how much her body had changed. Last night, they’d moved a chest to the foot of the bed to accommodate her lengthening legs but now her heels had passed it—they were almost hanging in the floor.

As she breathed, her enormous breasts heaved up and down. Without waiting, he kissed her neck, listening to her soft moans and giggles. Then he moved down, taking one nipple in his mouth and reaching across to squeeze the other one. At this size difference, he didn’t weigh enough to be a bother.

He continued kissing down her stomach while she put her oversized hand against his head. When she pulled, he felt like it was coming out by the roots.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and then rubbed the spot that was sore. She didn’t realize her own strength.

His lips continued on, stopping at her belly button before going down, his chin brushing past her stubble and then on down to her clit. At this, she moaned and writhed on the bed, her legs coming up like giant sea creatures.

Her hand returned, grabbing his hair with a little less fervor. He buried his face into her, tasting her, feeling her wetness, until finally she was shoving him hard, commanding his face as if he were nothing more than a toy. Rick laughed between breaths—it was quite the sexy predicament. That is, until she flooded him.

Once she was fully alert and sitting up, her mouth fell open and she stared at him with wide, curious eyes. “Oh. My. God. Have you seen yourself?”

And until then, he wasn’t really paying attention.

“C’mon,’ she said, then slithered out of bed. There was no more standing—she had to crawl to get through the short doorways. He had a perfect view of her ass as she trundled up the steps on her hands and knees. He even smacked it for good measure, something that made her turn around with lustful, yet playful eyes.

On deck, she stood to her new towering height that could’ve been anywhere between nine and twelve feet. The world was incredibly distorted to someone who was shrinking. He could tell he’d lost many inches throughout the night, for his knees bent oddly on the steps—they were noticeably higher.

When he was just in front of her, he was barely above her knees. She was a true goddess now. Her head was near the middle of the twenty-four-foot mast, so he figured she was pushing twelve feet in height.

“This is crazy,” he said.

“Yeah, but you like it,” she said, and gently kicked him onto his back. “Kiss it.” Her foot hovered just above him.

He lifted himself on his elbows and did as she commanded, feeling himself stiffen at once. This wasn’t lost to the giantess, who dropped to her knees with a thud, then leaned over. Her shadow covered his entire body as she descended on his cock, her giant lips wrapping around it.

She sucked him, gently at first, then with more power once she gauged his reaction and threshold of pain. Her tongue felt odd because it was so big and unwieldy, but he adapted quickly.

In less than a minute, he was shooting his tiny load into her giant maw. Her breath was warm and sticky across his skin and she lapped up every drop of him before kissing his stomach and rocking back to her knees.

“I think it’s stopped,” she said. “I don’t feel that constant itch. Or the tingles.”

“Yeah, me either,” he said. “How tall am I?”

They measured a final time, confirming that he was thirty-nine inches tall. After that, they measured feet and this time his toes couldn’t even curl around the beginning of her arch above her heel.

“Now what?” he asked.

She leaned over and pushed him back, her heavy arm draped across. “Now we enjoy the sun and wait it out . . .”