Big enough to be troublesome.

Luckily, Joy's growth stops as suddenly as it began, her head now resting on my solarplexus. I don't think I could wrap one hand around it anymore - or around her body, for that matter. I'm still weirdly calm about having a 20 inch woman attached to my crotch, but maybe... yup, there it is. It just took a while for realization to set in. Or maybe the pleasure hormones had to be flushed out by adrenline and whatever it is that makes humans feel this sense of mounting dread.

"Joy? Uhm, Joy?!" There is a rather indignified squeak in my voice. "You... you're..."

"Mmmffh, what?" Joy mumbles, annoyed that I disturb her relaxation. "I was dozing off. What do you want?"

"You... you're bigger!" My voice is a bit louder than I expected. Forget dread, this is starting to feel like panic. "Like, way bigger."

"Oh, wow," Joy says, looking down at her body and comparing it to my hips. My stomach drops as I realized that she's now almost two thirds of the width of my pelvis where her hips disappear into mine.

"Don't you 'Oh wow' me!" I fume, looking down at her as she pokes her body, carefree as ever. I struggle to my feet, the slippery shower stall, my own weak legs from the admittedly amazing orgasm and Joy's increased weight giving me no end of trouble. She must be almost thirty pounds now - but then again, I've always been bad at guessing weights. The things you'll resort to focus on to not panic completely... "Don't you realize what this means?!"

"It means that we need to finish showering and then think about what's happening. Calmly." Joy replies, reaching for the shower head and starting the water again. Her new size allows her to actually do this now where before, she would have been to small and too weak.

"How are you so calm?!" I almost shriek, much to my embarassment. Good thing, though - being embarassed about panicking actually seems to help me with getting rid of the actual panic.

"I'm actually kind of freaking out," Joy admits, directing the jet of water over our reddened pussy lips, making both of us wince and almost double over due to the sensitivity. Which, again, good thing; I am a lot calmer now. "Ffffuck... but that won't help anyone, and it does feel a bit gross down there."

I have to admit she's right, so we get done quickly and step out of the shower, but when I grab the towel, I freeze. The last time I touched Joy with rythmic motions - like for example toweling off would require - it ended in disaster. Blissful disaster, and maybe I'm exaggarating, but still.

"Oh, give it here, you wuss." Joy, her tone once again making the words teasing instead of insulting, grabs the towel herself and begins drying herself off, taking extra care with her breasts and our snatch, but it still makes us shudder and gasp, and we are both breathing heavily once she's done. I can feel Joy's nipples throbbing and twitching, but this might be partly due to the effect of the evaporating water. She's way too sensitive, much more than my dick ever was. What's up with that?!

"Uhm, earth to Matt?" My thoughts are interrupted by Joy who is trying to hand me the towel. "You're still dripping wet."

"Did you have to say it like that?" I wince as I begin drying my legs - which, thankfully, aren't as sensitive as Joy's body.

"What? You are." Joy grins, and I'm starting to have trouble believing that she's actually freaking out. While I get myself dry, I feel myself pulled over to the sink by Joy, who tries to look into the mirror above it, but ist just a few inches too short. Indulging her, I raise myself onto my tiptoes so she can see herself.

"Wooow, I'm... really pretty!" She gushes, and I realize that she hasn't seen her face from up close. Ever. Which once again reminds me that we're both in this together and I'm not the only one that has it bad. At least I get to decide where we walk. "Those freckles look really cute on me, don't they?"

"Mh-hm," I mumble while I finish drying off and hang up the towel. Joy looks at me through the mirror with an exuberant smile.

"You know, I think I can deal with being attached to you when I look like this!" As soon as she has said this, her face falls a little and she half-turns around to look at me properly. "No offense, of course."

"Don't worry about it. It's not easy for either of us," I wave off her concerns. Not that I wouldn't love to just go and curl up in my bed - but Joy is actually too big for a proper fetal position. Ah, gallow's humor, where would I be without you. "C'mon, let's try to find something to wear."