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This scene is a sequel to "Gas on the Fire " and is set in the HERS universe.

Experts reassured the public that there was no scientific evidence that HERS women would ever grow on a long term basis. Some months later, experts conceded that some HERS women may grow an additional inch or two in the weeks following her growth period, but insisted that this was nothing to worry about. After a year of living with the HERS virus, and having the benefit of hundreds of thousands of women available for study, it was also (and reluctantly) admitted that some HERS women were, over the course of a year or so, experiencing even more additional growth. It was stressed that this long-term growth almost never exceeded more than a quarter to half an inch per year. And, leading scientists insisted that there was no reason to think this growth would continue. The public was urged not to blow things out of proportion. After all, the virus had been very effectively managed, and the government was sending out generous checks to HERS women who required additional financial support.

None of the reassurances from official channels did much to assuage John’s concerns. The worst of it was that it had been his own fault. He’d infected his wife, Ashleigh, on purpose. Being a shorter guy himself, he’d spent most of his adolescent years gazing at particularly tall women with a mixture of jealousy and admiration. Things seemed so easy for them; they had a natural confidence that John could only try to emulate. When the HERS virus hit, he’d become absolutely obsessed. It was terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time, and soon, he couldn’t help but imagine what his petite, 5’ 2” inch wife would look like as an eight or nine foot tall amazon. Of course, that isn’t how things worked out. Now, John knew better than anyone that a woman’s natural height in no way determined just how large she would grow once she was hit with HERS. And Ashleigh grew. She hit nine feet in only a couple of hours. She’d torn through the special, calorie-laden foods he’d ordered when it was clear that she was infected, and by the time her growth had stopped she’d reached eleven feet, eight inches tall. He remembered the immense feeling of relief when he realized that Ashleigh was no longer constantly demanding food, and instead lumbered over to the couch, where she quickly fell into a deep, uninterruptable sleep. But when Ashleigh woke up she was still hungry. Hungry enough that John was half terrified that somehow her growth period hadn’t ended. As it turned out, that was just how Ashleigh was, now. Ashleigh was hungry.

Given Ashleigh’s incredibly large size, even by HERS standards, her doctors didn’t consider it particularly unusual that she’d grown an additional four inches, meaning that a month after her growth period Ashleigh stood a full twelve feet tall. Ashleigh wasn’t the largest woman on the planet, exactly, but she was large enough that John had to take care when he was around her, careful not to fall under one of her breasts, each of which was larger than himself and several times heavier.

As the weeks passed, John struggled to adapt to his new life. Even with the government’s financial assistance, feeding Ashleigh was no small task. She ate constantly, and her clothing never seemed to last more than a month before it was too small to fit on her ever expanding figure. Finally, John convinced Ashleigh to start exercising. It was a difficult subject to broach, but then Ashleigh wasn’t very shy about her weight, anymore. She seemed to take pride in her increasing size, and when John pointed out that she’d gained a hundred and fifty pounds in the last four months, Ashleigh only smiled and lifted one of her huge breasts in her hand, as though she were guessing it’s weight.

Nevertheless, Ashleigh took on a personal trainer. She was too large to fit in a gym, and she was even too large for the equipment made for HERS women, who were usually a full two feet shorter than Ashleigh at around ten feet tall. Instead, Ashleigh’s personal trainer took her on evening jogs around the city. John, once again, felt a sense of relief. It was nice to have the house to himself, even if it was only for an hour or two each day, and the idea that Ashleigh’s increasing size might be slowed or even halted went a long way to reducing his anxiety. Except that Ashleigh’s expanding size didn’t slow down. If anything, she seemed to be gaining size even more quickly than before. And this, despite that she’d now taken on two personal trainers, each of whom seemed to think it a great privilege to train someone as large and powerful as his wife.

One evening, John decided that he would join his wife on her jog. He wanted to see exactly what this exercise routine consisted of. As usual, John helped Ashleigh tug on her running shoes, and he tried to ignore the fact that they seemed just slightly too small for her feet. Soon, Ashleigh was out the door and making her way down to the street, where three women in exercise clothes were waiting for her.

“Hi, ladies,” Ashleigh called. “This is my hubby, John. John, this is Megan, Trish, and Hannah. John’s coming with us tonight,” Ashleigh said.

The three women gave John brief smiles, and John waved back, but it was clear that their attention was devoted to his wife. It was unnerving, slightly, the way that these young women stared at her, and the way their hands always seemed to be touching her, giving her pats of encouragement, lingering on Ashleigh’s enormous thighs as strode down the street. Of course, some of this couldn’t be helped. With how large Ashleigh’s chest had grown, she really couldn’t see anyone who was closer to her than ten feet away, and her trainers would often touch her leg or hip to get her attention. But there was something more to it than mere practicality. They looked at Ashleigh like she was some kind of idol or goddess, like she was everything they’d ever dreamed of being.

Once John got used to seeing his wife being fawned over by these three women, he started to understand just how big Ashleigh was really getting. It was one thing to see her inside all day, but it was something else entirely to see her in motion, out in the real world among normal sized people. Ashleigh’s legs were so big around that her hips took a wide, rolling gait, her feet making heavy, dull thuds with each of her steps on the pavement. With each step, great masses of muscle shifted and heaved like tectonic plates beneath the heavy layers of soft padding. Her breasts were so large that their endless swaying and wobbling back and forth could be seen even when you were looking at her from behind. In all, Ashleigh didn’t do anything you might call “jogging.” She sort of marched down the street in a somewhat brisk manner, her massive body in a constant, mesmerizing motion, those around her backing against the nearest wall or, in some cases, stepping out in the street to give the giant woman space. As tall as Ashleigh was, however, John and the three personal trainers still had to maintain a light job to keep up with her.

They’d only been going for maybe twenty minutes when Ashleigh stopped and the three young women fell in around her. One of them offered up a giant water bottle, which Ashleigh took and drank from, greedily, while another began rubbing Ashleigh’s legs. John hadn’t even noticed that the third woman had disappeared until she emerged from a nearby shop with three large pizza boxes. John watched, incredulous, as Ashleigh bent down and took one of the pizzas in her giant hand, folding the whole, 18 inch pizza between two fingers, and began to eat it right there on the sidewalk.

“What—what are you doing,” John called weakly. But Ashleigh didn’t seem to hear him. “Ashleigh, this is crazy, you’re supposed to be losing weight,” John called, slightly more loudly, and he took a few steps back so that Ashleigh might see him over the swell of her chest.

“Dude, relax,” the girl in the red shorts—Hannah—said. “She needs to keep her energy up. You’re doing amazing, Ash! Keep it up!”

“Yeah, Ash, you’re looking great,” the taller girl, Megan said, gazing up at John’s wife like she was the most incredible thing she’d ever seen.

"You're looking huge, girl," the shorter girl, Trish, yelled with a giant grin.

A pit formed in John’s stomach, as he realized that Ashleigh had, intentionally or not, surrounded herself with women who seemed to want nothing more than to see her grow even larger.

Description

This scene is a sequel to "Gas on the Fire " and is set in the HERS universe.

Experts reassured the public that there was no scientific evidence that HERS women would ever grow on a long term basis. Some months later, experts conceded that some HERS women may grow an additional inch or two in the weeks following her growth period, but insisted that this was nothing to worry about. After a year of living with the HERS virus, and having the benefit of hundreds of thousands of women available for study, it was also (and reluctantly) admitted that some HERS women were, over the course of a year or so, experiencing even more additional growth. It was stressed that this long-term growth almost never exceeded more than a quarter to half an inch per year. And, leading scientists insisted that there was no reason to think this growth would continue. The public was urged not to blow things out of proportion. After all, the virus had been very effectively managed, and the government was sending out generous checks to HERS women who required additional financial support.

None of the reassurances from official channels did much to assuage John’s concerns. The worst of it was that it had been his own fault. He’d infected his wife, Ashleigh, on purpose. Being a shorter guy himself, he’d spent most of his adolescent years gazing at particularly tall women with a mixture of jealousy and admiration. Things seemed so easy for them; they had a natural confidence that John could only try to emulate. When the HERS virus hit, he’d become absolutely obsessed. It was terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time, and soon, he couldn’t help but imagine what his petite, 5’ 2” inch wife would look like as an eight or nine foot tall amazon. Of course, that isn’t how things worked out. Now, John knew better than anyone that a woman’s natural height in no way determined just how large she would grow once she was hit with HERS. And Ashleigh grew. She hit nine feet in only a couple of hours. She’d torn through the special, calorie-laden foods he’d ordered when it was clear that she was infected, and by the time her growth had stopped she’d reached eleven feet, eight inches tall. He remembered the immense feeling of relief when he realized that Ashleigh was no longer constantly demanding food, and instead lumbered over to the couch, where she quickly fell into a deep, uninterruptable sleep. But when Ashleigh woke up she was still hungry. Hungry enough that John was half terrified that somehow her growth period hadn’t ended. As it turned out, that was just how Ashleigh was, now. Ashleigh was hungry.

Given Ashleigh’s incredibly large size, even by HERS standards, her doctors didn’t consider it particularly unusual that she’d grown an additional four inches, meaning that a month after her growth period Ashleigh stood a full twelve feet tall. Ashleigh wasn’t the largest woman on the planet, exactly, but she was large enough that John had to take care when he was around her, careful not to fall under one of her breasts, each of which was larger than himself and several times heavier.

As the weeks passed, John struggled to adapt to his new life. Even with the government’s financial assistance, feeding Ashleigh was no small task. She ate constantly, and her clothing never seemed to last more than a month before it was too small to fit on her ever expanding figure. Finally, John convinced Ashleigh to start exercising. It was a difficult subject to broach, but then Ashleigh wasn’t very shy about her weight, anymore. She seemed to take pride in her increasing size, and when John pointed out that she’d gained a hundred and fifty pounds in the last four months, Ashleigh only smiled and lifted one of her huge breasts in her hand, as though she were guessing it’s weight.

Nevertheless, Ashleigh took on a personal trainer. She was too large to fit in a gym, and she was even too large for the equipment made for HERS women, who were usually a full two feet shorter than Ashleigh at around ten feet tall. Instead, Ashleigh’s personal trainer took her on evening jogs around the city. John, once again, felt a sense of relief. It was nice to have the house to himself, even if it was only for an hour or two each day, and the idea that Ashleigh’s increasing size might be slowed or even halted went a long way to reducing his anxiety. Except that Ashleigh’s expanding size didn’t slow down. If anything, she seemed to be gaining size even more quickly than before. And this, despite that she’d now taken on two personal trainers, each of whom seemed to think it a great privilege to train someone as large and powerful as his wife.

One evening, John decided that he would join his wife on her jog. He wanted to see exactly what this exercise routine consisted of. As usual, John helped Ashleigh tug on her running shoes, and he tried to ignore the fact that they seemed just slightly too small for her feet. Soon, Ashleigh was out the door and making her way down to the street, where three women in exercise clothes were waiting for her.

“Hi, ladies,” Ashleigh called. “This is my hubby, John. John, this is Megan, Trish, and Hannah. John’s coming with us tonight,” Ashleigh said.

The three women gave John brief smiles, and John waved back, but it was clear that their attention was devoted to his wife. It was unnerving, slightly, the way that these young women stared at her, and the way their hands always seemed to be touching her, giving her pats of encouragement, lingering on Ashleigh’s enormous thighs as strode down the street. Of course, some of this couldn’t be helped. With how large Ashleigh’s chest had grown, she really couldn’t see anyone who was closer to her than ten feet away, and her trainers would often touch her leg or hip to get her attention. But there was something more to it than mere practicality. They looked at Ashleigh like she was some kind of idol or goddess, like she was everything they’d ever dreamed of being.

Once John got used to seeing his wife being fawned over by these three women, he started to understand just how big Ashleigh was really getting. It was one thing to see her inside all day, but it was something else entirely to see her in motion, out in the real world among normal sized people. Ashleigh’s legs were so big around that her hips took a wide, rolling gait, her feet making heavy, dull thuds with each of her steps on the pavement. With each step, great masses of muscle shifted and heaved like tectonic plates beneath the heavy layers of soft padding. Her breasts were so large that their endless swaying and wobbling back and forth could be seen even when you were looking at her from behind. In all, Ashleigh didn’t do anything you might call “jogging.” She sort of marched down the street in a somewhat brisk manner, her massive body in a constant, mesmerizing motion, those around her backing against the nearest wall or, in some cases, stepping out in the street to give the giant woman space. As tall as Ashleigh was, however, John and the three personal trainers still had to maintain a light job to keep up with her.

They’d only been going for maybe twenty minutes when Ashleigh stopped and the three young women fell in around her. One of them offered up a giant water bottle, which Ashleigh took and drank from, greedily, while another began rubbing Ashleigh’s legs. John hadn’t even noticed that the third woman had disappeared until she emerged from a nearby shop with three large pizza boxes. John watched, incredulous, as Ashleigh bent down and took one of the pizzas in her giant hand, folding the whole, 18 inch pizza between two fingers, and began to eat it right there on the sidewalk.

“What—what are you doing,” John called weakly. But Ashleigh didn’t seem to hear him. “Ashleigh, this is crazy, you’re supposed to be losing weight,” John called, slightly more loudly, and he took a few steps back so that Ashleigh might see him over the swell of her chest.

“Dude, relax,” the girl in the red shorts—Hannah—said. “She needs to keep her energy up. You’re doing amazing, Ash! Keep it up!”

“Yeah, Ash, you’re looking great,” the taller girl, Megan said, gazing up at John’s wife like she was the most incredible thing she’d ever seen.

"You're looking huge, girl," the shorter girl, Trish, yelled with a giant grin.

A pit formed in John’s stomach, as he realized that Ashleigh had, intentionally or not, surrounded herself with women who seemed to want nothing more than to see her grow even larger.