Meddlesome Mushrooms, Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

”But what am I gonna wear?” asked Cora anxiously into the phone later that night.

“Hmm, that’s actually a good question,” said Nora, pondering. “Let me think for a sec…what’s in those closets? Haha, there’s so much that I can’t even remember.”

Cora was standing in front of the open closet in Nora’s bedroom, feeling her anxiety starting to build, even as her excitement was increasing in tandem.

“Uh…well, there’s lots of your clothes,” laughed Cora, “which, you know, isn’t the most helpful thing in the world. I’d be able to get one leg into your dresses, maybe. But that’s about it!”

“How tall did you say you were again?” asked Nora.

“Seven feet,” said Cora, inwardly noting that it would be awhile before she got tired of hearing herself say that. She had just spent the last hour talking eagerly to Nora about the mushrooms she had found and their power to grow her. Of course, Nora had been frightened of it all at first, and it had taken about half an hour of Cora’s reassurances before Nora was placated and convinced that everything was safe. Now, the issue was finding something acceptable for Cora to wear to the social gathering the following night.

“Well, my brother’s 6’6,” began Nora, but Cora started laughing into the phone.

“Haha, I know! And I’ve been wearing some of his clothes around, but they’re suuuuuper tight on me!” Cora said.

“Hmm, yeah…wow,” muttered Nora. “I mean, I know I’m not tiny, but Jeb has always seemed huge to me.”

“Me too!” exclaimed Cora, pacing around the bedroom.  “You know…until now.”

“Look a little deeper in the closet,” said Nora. “I’m pretty sure there are some oversized things somewhere back there. We had no idea how tall Jeb would end up being, so I think my parents might have jumped the gun on one or two purchases. You know how they like to just spend, spend, spend, right?”

“Ha! Well if I had the money your parents did, I think I’d be spending a lot too!” chuckled Cora.

“Yeah, well, I know…but…well, I try to be as frugal as I can, at least,” said Nora.

“Says the girl who is vacationing in freaking Switzerland,” Cora countered.

“I…just…hey! That’s not fair!” said Nora indignantly on the other end.

“Kidding, Nora! Just kidding!” laughed Cora. “You’re a saint, and you know it. You’re the last person who would spend frivolously.”

“Well, sometimes I wish my folks would just chill out,” said Nora. “But I guess it’s nice to have stuff sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” said Cora, digging through the closet with her hands as she balanced her phone between her cheek and her shoulder. “This house, for instance.”

“Uh, well yeah, I guess there is that,” agreed Nora, giggling appreciatively.

“Hey!” exclaimed Cora. “I think I found something!”

“What is it?” asked Nora. “Is it one of Jeb’s huge sweatshirts?”

“No!” said Cora. “Much better! It’s not even Jeb’s…I mean, unless he’s a cross-dresser or something.”

“Haha, not a chance,” said Nora. “Or at least, I should say, I would be very surprised. Let’s just put it that way.”

“So…I don’t know whose this is,” said Cora slowly, “But I think this might actually work.”

“But what issss it, Cora?” laughed Nora. “You’re really building up the suspense!”

“I mean, it’s a dress,” said Cora simply, looking at what she was holding up in the light with her free hand. “A red dress…and it looks like I might actually be able to fit into it, like…if I make a couple adjustments to the waist and hip area.”

“Well, we have a sewing machine up there on the closet shelf,” said Nora.

“Yep, I see it,” said Cora immediately, thanking her stars that her mother had taught her to sew as a young girl.

“Wow! Who’s dress could that have been?” asked Nora. “I mean…my mom’s not tiny, but she’s nowhere near as big as you are now. Seven feet?”

“Yeah, well, she has pretty broad shoulders and hips, right?” asked Cora.

“Uh, I mean, yeah,” said Nora. “But if what you told me about how much you grew is, like…uh…I mean, there’s no way you’d fit into any of her dresses.”

“Well, this one looks brand new. Maybe she never wore it because it was a gift from someone and it was way too big or something. Anyway, I can make some adjustments to the hips, waist, and the shoulders too, definitely. And I think I could make this work! Like, I mean, this is supposed to be a floor-length dress, so it’ll only come up to my, uhh…like, upper calves or so…but that doesn’t really matter, right?”

“No!” agreed Nora. “It’ll totally be, like a kind of retro look!”

“Plus,” added Cora, “I don’t mind Georgiana and everyone else getting a nice view of my calves. They look sexxxxxy.”

“Well, from those pictures you sent me,” said Nora, “they certainly do. Geez, Cora, this is so exciting! How do you feel? You think Georgiana’s gonna be pissed?”

“Oh, totally!” laughed Cora, getting the sewing machine down from the closet shelf. “At least internally, she’ll totally freak! And the best part is, she’s gonna have to try and keep it together for the entire night, otherwise, everyone in town will know that she backed down…that I beat her, you know?”

“Haha, it makes sense, Cora,” chuckled Nora, who never got into these kinds of rivalries herself. “Just…you know, be careful, ok?”

“Be careful?” asked Cora amusedly as she sat down with the dress and sewing machine. “What do you mean?”

“Like…I don’t know. Just have fun with it all, I guess…I guess that’s all I’m saying. Just, uh…don’t get too caught up in the whole ‘rivalry-crush’ thing too hard. I would hate to see you get hurt in some way.”

“Thanks, Nora,” replied Cora with appreciative coolness, “but I think you should save your worries for Ms. Georgiana. She’s gonna need all the vibes she can get tomorrow.”

The following night, most of the town was enjoying itself at the Lodge, which was more or less the main community gathering place for the town’s businesses, clubs, and activities. The annual event was lavishly catered, and a jazz band played mellifluous tunes that danced on the air, in between people’s spirited and animated conversations. Everyone was dressed up in their best clothing — the normally plain and earthy townspeople enjoyed coming out of their shells from time to time, and the annual social at the Lodge was one such time. Everyone looked fancy, and compliments on each others’ appearances competed happily under the flickering candlelight.

But Georgiana was unquestionably the talk, the toast, and the envy of the rest of the town. Everyone looked wonderfully fancy, but the statuesque 6’2 socialite was without question in a league of her own. Her thick, curvy, proportional body was squeezed into a skintight golden dress that only went down to about her mid-thigh, leaving none of the size, shape, and creaminess of her legs to the imagination.

Her dress itself seemed to sparkle in the candlelight, and it was clear to everyone that it was made of the most expensive material. Golden bracelets sang and jingled from her well-shaped arms as she gestured and indicated over everyone’s head, and her blonde hair had been done up in a 1920’s-style finger wave pattern that made her head look like wave upon wave of cascading gold. She was wearing bright red lipstick to accentuate the plush volume of her lips, and her nails were also painted red, and filed to cat-like taloned points. Combined with her easy movements and haughty way of carrying herself, Georgiana was a sight to see: she looked fearsomely beautiful.

Perhaps most noteworthy of all, though, was the fact that she was wearing 6-inch golden gladiator platform heels, which tied around her ankles and calves, accentuating their firm size. At 6’8 in her heels, she absolutely towered over everyone else at the Lodge. Wherever she went, and whenever she moved, everyone else’s eyes moved with her. She was just that impressive…and she knew it.

It was little wonder, then, when Georgiana saw everyone’s eyes turn away from her towards something unseen behind her, that she took it as an affront. She turned around to see what all the commotion was about, and her mouth dropped open. Cora had just walked in. Just as it had been totally understandable why the townspeople were all staring at Georgiana, so too was it understandable why they were staring at Cora now. She was decked out in a dress, blood red that shone in the candlelight like a dark rose. The dress accentuated every curve and muscle of her newly-burgeoned body, and it showed off her big, shapely calves, coming down to just underneath her knees.

Cora wasn’t even wearing heels — she had on a pair of simple but stylish black flats that were more designed to be comfortable than glamorous. But of course, Cora didn’t need heels. She absolutely transcended everyone, rising high, high above what the townspeople had thought the threshold was for female height. After Georgiana, whom she loomed over by four whole inches, the next tallest person compared to Cora was Mr. Stam, who stood at 6’2. Everyone else was largely relegated to somewhere around Cora’s breast level, with some of the smaller women being eye-level with the middle of her stomach.

As Cora walked in, she felt everyone’s eyes turn to her and heard all the other conversations that had been going on come to an abrupt halt. She had been expecting this, and she relished it. She made it a point not to stare directly at Georgiana at first, since doing so would show the blonde beauty that she still held some kind of power over Cora.

So instead, she waved to the Jetsons, who waved back, totally dazed upon seeing her in her new form. She approached and greeted them, concluding the visit with Jessie, the young woman who worked at her grandfather’s shop. At 5’0, Jessie Jetson was one of the people staring straight into Cora’s toned stomach. Only after greeting a few other people first did Cora make her way over to Georgiana. The blonde just stood there, rooted to the ground in her huge platform heels, looking for all the world like a famous actress who had just been upstaged.

“Well hello there, Georgiana!” said Cora, loudly enough for other people to turn and watch the interaction. They were already all watching, though.

“Cora,” intoned Georgiana, barely able to get out her words as she looked up, “what…what the fuck is going on?”

“What’s going on?” laughed Cora, standing up tall and drawing a line with her palm over Georgiana’s head, showing that the top of her rival’s head only came up to her eyes. “What’s going on is that I’m totally taller than you…and even when you’ve got on those ridiculous heels!”

Georgiana wasn’t moving. She was continuing to stare up at Cora, dead in the eyes. Her stare was so intense, and her eyes were so beautiful (her anger just made it more so), that for a moment, Cora felt worried that Georgiana would somehow see through her and discover her secret.

But she recovered herself by blinking and smiling wider. Cora also couldn’t help but notice, even in her excitement in upstaging Georgiana, that she was getting wet. Just seeing Georgiana all decked out like this, on top of her being all angry and discombobulated, just made for the perfect combination in Cora’s mind. The blonde looked so tasty that Cora felt like she could have just eaten her up right then and there.

“Ok, just…enough of this nonsense,” hissed Georgiana, her blue eyes glancing around at everyone else watching them before settling back on Cora. “Quit fucking around, Cora. Tell me what you’re taking.”

“Taking?” laughed Cora, looking around at the other people, as if her rival had just suggested something outlandish. “Come on, Georgiana, you know me better than that! I’m a girl of the Earth! Totally one hundred percent, cruelty-free, vegan to the core!”

Even though they definitely felt some trepidation, some of the townspeople began to laugh a little at Cora’s humor. They had no idea how she had gotten so big, but she sure looked good…and healthy too. And what’s more, it was always a welcome sight to see Georgiana get eclipsed by someone else. It rarely ever happened, and when it did, it made for an entertaining picture.

Georgiana’s eyes were going over Cora’s body, almost desperately in her anger, trying to find some clue as to how she could have grown so big.

“You like my muscles, huh?” chuckled Cora. She held her arms up and did a double-bicep pose, her muscles swelling considerably, yet still with a feminine kind of plushness to them. Georgiana’s eyes went even wider as the townspeople gawked.

“Mmmm, yeah, I guess I do too,” laughed Cora, extending out a thick leg from under her dress and flexing it as well. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, Georgiana, I would say you were just, um…undressing me with your eyes just then.”

More people chuckled, and Georgiana blushed scarlet in embarrassment. She was strong and proud, though, and she recovered quickly.

“You’re not going to get away with this Cora,” she warned, pointing a sharp, bright red fingernail up into Cora’s face. “I’m gonna find out what the hell is going on.”

Cora tipped her head back a little, giving a soft but condescending laugh that gave Georgiana a perfect view of the upside-down white horseshoe of her rival’s upper teeth; Georgiana was actually looking up into Cora’s mouth.

“Do whatever you wanna do,” laughed Cora, righting her head and looking back down into Georgiana’s glowering eyes. “But it’ll just be a waste of time. It always has to be something with you, Georgiana — there always has to be some secret to discover whenever someone challenges you.”

And, knowing that people were watching, Cora straightened her legs, back, and neck, throwing her shoulders back as she rose up to her full height, making a point to thrust her breasts forward.

“But you know,” Cora continued, doing her best to savor this delicious moment and she bore down on the perplexed beauty before her, “maybe you just need to admit sometimes that...well, you’re not on top of the world. Maybe you’d do better to just accept that...you’re second best. Might take some getting used to, I know. Haha, so, the sooner you get started, the better, huh?”

More muttered chuckles from the party met Georgiana’s ears, inspired by Cora’s snarky and mocking show of confidence. The townspeople weren’t used to seeing Georgiana look so completely bewildered, but perhaps more than anything else, they weren’t used to seeing her look so…small. But there she was, standing 6’8 in her impressive heels, tall and statuesque, far over everyone else’s heads, looking quite reduced next to Cora’s 7-foot, strong, muscled figure. And it was not lost on everyone that Cora, unlike Georgiana, was not wearing heels.

Georgiana stood frozen in place, looking up at Cora, who was fast becoming her nemesis, with a cold fury that seemed strangely warmed by the embarrassed scarlet blush of her cheeks. Even in her moment of public triumph, Cora could not help but appreciate Georgiana’s beauty. And somehow, strangely, her helpless and confused anger only seemed to augment and accentuate her gorgeousness. Cora was locked in a kind of “contest” with her, she knew, but Cora was also aware of the bare reality of what she was doing, when all was said and done: she was flirting.

And between the two of them, their flirting took the form of put-downs, clever comebacks, and supercilious retorts. But in all of her interactions with the blonde beauty, Cora had never once felt this much in control. In the past, it was the rich heiress who often bested her, since Georgiana was eventually able to fall back on the fact that she had been taller, bigger, stronger, and prettier than Cora.

At this point, few would have argued that Georgiana remained the prettiest person at the Lodge, but she had lost her physical edge. Her unique and inexorable blend of her physical size and her physical beauty had been severed, halved, cut off from its symbiotic cycle; now, she was just the prettiest, and Cora was the tallest, the biggest, the strongest.

And, if Georgiana was being honest with herself, in the midst of her startling and sudden growth, Cora had grown more attractive. Even though she had never admitted it openly to others (and rarely, even, to herself), the reason why Georgiana had teased and picked on Cora so much was because she found the plucky horticulturist interesting...and cute. She admired Cora’s spunky attitude and her unwillingness to back down from conflict.

Most other women just rolled over and played dead whenever Georgiana tried to engage them with her teasing prods and mocking instigations. The fact was that the wealthy young woman, despite all of the advantages she had been born into, had lived a relatively lonely and reclusive life growing up, when she was largely isolated from other children. She had never been properly socialized, so that now, as a young woman, her main avenue towards any kind of personal connection began with an acerbic or teasing goad.

Georgiana simply didn’t know how else to engage people...especially other young women...and most especially younger women she was attracted to. And in Cora, she had finally found someone who could meet her in the middle, and tease her right back. Until...well...now. Now things had gone too far.

Something serious was going on, and it was threatening Georgiana’s power, both in the exchange between her and Cora and in the eyes of the townspeople as a whole. Something had to be done; she had to find out what was going on. Georgiana straightened herself up likewise, and even though she still stood four inches under Cora, with her own shoulders thrown back this way, and her curves straining her lavish dress, Georgiana cut an impressive figure nonetheless.

“Why don’t you head on over to the buffet?” asked Georgiana mildly, inclining towards the table behind Cora that was piled high with tasty food. “If I was that big, I think I’d need to eat every five minutes or so. May as well go and pull up a chair while you’re at it.”

Cora immediately recognized that Georgiana’s transition from outright anger to pointed mockery was an indication that the blonde had accepted temporary defeat and would be on the lookout for clues, snooping about in her own shrewd, silent, and carefully planned way.

‘Gotta stay alert,’ thought Cora to herself. ‘She’s gonna be watching me like a hawk all night long — can’t get tipsy and give everything away.’

“Why don’t you scoot your butt over to the bar and order yourself a cocktail?” shot back Cora out loud, tilting her head to the side and smiling down at her rival as she stuck her tongue playfully into the inside of her cheek. “It must be hard for you, not being the tallest anymore. But don’t be too hard on yourself! Have a drink! Get tipsy, girl! Haha, come on...this is a party, Georgiana! We’re supposed to be having fun!”

As she spoke, in a rush of confidence, Cora actually reached down and gave Georgiana a playful little nudge in the exposed flesh of her upper arm. The heiress looked shocked at Cora’s brazenness, but she was also not able to hide the goosebumps that started to immediately pop up where Cora had touched. Cora noticed, and her already aroused pussy now kicked into a new gear, warming rapidly and getting wetter and wetter.

Could it be...that Georgiana was actually...strangely...aroused by her? Cora wasn’t sure. But in that moment, both young women blushed, and, for their own reasons, regretted that they were unable to hide their physical reactions from each other. Both of them wanted to hide their attraction, in order to maintain their power over the other, but for this brief moment, neither of them were able to do so.

Cora was the first to gain the upper hand, at least in her mind, and she took great pride in managing to walk away from the encounter first. She could feel Georgiana’s blue eyes on her as she turned away, and she was just able to make out, in the corner of her eye, the figure of her rival turning away quickly as well. Cora knew what Georgiana was doing; the heiress was trying to make sure that it didn’t look to the rest of the party like she had lost the exchange, as she gaped after Cora. No — she wanted it to seem like they were both parting on equal terms, even though, as Cora knew, Georgiana had her work cut out for her on that front. She was wearing six-inch heels, and even still, Cora was a good four inches taller.

“That was perfect,” Cora whispered to herself, watching out of the side of her eye as Georgiana stomped off to go lord herself over some hapless partygoer. “Just...perfect!”

She had managed to make a powerful impression on Georgiana, all the while seeming to exert a minimal amount of effort herself! Now all she had to do was enjoy herself, while, of course, keeping an eye on her rival, noting her behavior. Cora was so pleased with herself that she almost forgot where she was going, and nearly ran into the buffet table. As it happened, though, she was easily able to steady herself, and hid her near-mishap by grabbing a plate and proceeding to pile it high with heaps of gourmet food.

“Good gracious, Miss Cora!” exclaimed Mr. Jetson, coming up to her and looking far up into her face. “What on earth’s gotten into you, young lady? You — if you pardon my saying so — have had some kind of…growth spurt, haven’t you? I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“Haha, well, you’re definitely not wrong there, Mr. Jetson!” laughed Cora, taking a skewer of peeled shrimp and inserting the whole thing into her mouth, bringing it out clean as she chewed rapidly and swallowed. “I thought girls were supposed to be done growing before their early twenties, but I guess I’m just an odd case!”

“I…uh, y-yes…yes indeed,” said Mr. Jetson, uncharacteristically having a bit of difficulty with his words. Cora looked down at the elderly man as she continued to eat, appreciating how truly tiny he looked compared to her now. At 5’8, he wasn’t a tiny man by any means, but even so, the top of his head barely reached the underside of her breasts! He found himself staring into the topmost area of Cora’s stomach, which was visible through her tight dress as a series of two rather prominent abdominal muscles.

Mr. Jetson swallowed nervously, looking back up at Cora; he found that he had to take a step back to look up into her face, since, if he was standing too close to her body, her breasts got in the way of him seeing up into her face. He had never felt this way before around another woman. Of course, whenever Georgiana wore her heels, he (along with everyone else) felt awed in her presence, but now Cora, sweet little green thumb Cora, had grown up into a true giantess, who was just a step above even Georgiana in her heels.

Looking down at him, Cora realized, with a shot of arousal, pride, and confusion, that Mr. Jetson was intimidated by her. She smiled at him and continued on with their amiable conversation, but she was not able to shake that initial realization of just how…big she was compared to this average-sized man. Even though their conversation drifted to things other than her physical height and size, the hard, obvious reality of their size difference never left the conversation. When Mr. Jetson inclined his head politely and moved on to talk to others, Cora could tell that he was completely blown away.

And he wasn’t alone — all the rest of the night, Cora had an absolute ball talking to all the townspeople, comparing herself to each and every one of them as they came up to her, awestruck, surprised, confused, worried, intimidated, and often some combination of all five of these emotions. They asked her how she could have gotten so big, and when had it happened, and how did it feel, and did she not want to go see a doctor to make sure everything was okay, and what it was like to be so tall and strong, and what she and Georgiana had talked about and on and on and on. Cora answered all these questions with a lightness and grace that was becoming increasingly easy for her — the truth was, her superior strength and physical size loosened her tongue and allowed her to relax in an environment that might have made her tense before.

And of course, all the while, as the night deepened, and the alcohol flowed, and the jazz music played, and people laughed and danced, Cora kept a sharp, furtive eye on Georgiana. The blonde beauty had avoided interacting with her, ever since that initial encounter, but much to Cora’s pleasure, she often caught Georgiana glancing sideways at her from across the room, as if the wealthy socialite was trying to catch Cora doing something suspicious.

“But that’s not really why she’s looking at me,” muttered Cora to herself happily, feeling the effect of a couple cocktails pounding pleasantly through her blood. “She’s looking at me because she thinks I’m hot…and because she’s secretly aroused by my body! I saw it in her eyes…I saw it!”

“Saw what, Cora?” asked Jessie, one of her acquaintances from the General Store, coming up behind her.

“Oh hi, Jessie!” said Cora brightly, turning round. “Just…talking to myself a little, haha. I’m kinda kooky, I know.”

“Well, kooky and bangin’!” exclaimed Jessie, looking up at Cora’s body. “Jesus, girl! What have you been eating?!”

“Haha, if only you knew!” laughed Cora, but then quickly realizing that Georgiana was in earshot and had quickly turned her head when Jessie had asked her question. Feeling Georgiana’s eyes on the back of her head, Cora thought it best to put the subject to rest. She looked down at Jessie, who, at five feet even, was looking straight into the middle of Cora’s stomach. The jazz band suddenly started up a lively rendition of “Take Five.”

“Hey! Wanna go out there and dance?” asked Cora, pointing to the dance floor.

“DO I?!” laughed the vivacious Jessie.

A moment later, much of the Lodge was watching in pleasure and laughing as Cora and Jessie broke it down on the dance floor, the giantess and the tiny girl, both dancing up on each other, shaking their butts to the quick music and pulling off dance moves they would have both been too shy to try if they had been completely sober. Georgiana watched sourly from the shadows, her piercing eyes fixated on Cora.

Later on that evening, everyone had gone home. It had been a Lodge Party to remember, chiefly because of Cora’s presence, on top of the all-around good cheer and company of the townspeople. Cora went home happy and a little tipsy to Nora’s house, laid face down on her bed, breathed happily into her plush blanket, and promptly fell asleep with her clothes on.