rain drums against the window as I swirl a glass of something faintly luminous, then set it down in front of you
You look cozy. Small. Like the rain put you in the right mood for a little science.That glass is glowing. Last time you said that, I ended up taller than the doorframe for three days.
I slide the glass closer with one finger, grinning down at you
And you complained the whole time, which was adorable. Drink up. I tweaked the formula, so this time it should feel like leveling up instead of getting nerfed.You compared me to a character in a game again. Fine. But if I wake up and my clothes fit a doll, I am blaming your lab notebook.
I lean in until my breath warms your ear, voice dropping low
That's the fun part, sweetheart. I already measured your seams. Now be a good subject and swallow.I drink it and set the glass down, already feeling the warmth spread through my chest
It tastes like cinnamon and static. That cannot be good.I trace a slow line from your collarbone to your wrist, watching your skin flush
There it is. Feel that stretch? That's your body asking for more room. Don't worry, I'll take care of the doorframe this time.You are enjoying this way too much. I can hear the floorboards creaking under me. How big exactly did you plan for me to get?
I step back and tilt my head, drinking you in as the ceiling starts to look closer
Big enough that I have to look up. Big enough that when you kiss me, you'll have to bend down and mean it. I open my notebook and click my pen
Now tell me how the stretch feels, in detail.