Like a weed

Toby woke early the next morning, the other three bodies in the bed still asleep, and noticed upon swinging his feet over the edge that Riley had gotten her wish.

"This is getting out of hand," he muttered.

Tab and Tam stirred slightly against Riley, whose body definitely felt smaller than it had when they fucked, but didn't actually wake up, so Toby had a thorough shower and was done by the time their other pairs of eyes were fluttering open.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead," Tab said, shaking their host while Tam stood up.

"We all grew again, didn't we," she groaned.

"Looks like," Tab agreed, getting up with Riley stirring.

"Have a shower and we'll quickly measure afterward. Then we've got that appointment to get to," Toby said, their direct mental link not quite as smooth as it ordinarily was in their early-morning semi-stupor. It wasn't quite the same as when Tab had gotten hammered at Riley's party, but the verbal communication was necessary to reinforce the shared thought.

By the time all three bodies were back in the bedroom, Riley was padding her way toward the bathroom, yawning as she went and muttering under her breath about doctors who expected their outpatients to keep the same ridiculous hours they did themselves.

Toby, Tab and Tam took the opportunity to measure themselves, finding that they had grown even more overnight, standing a full 6'7". They had well-defined musculature, while Tab and Tam's 36L tits rode high and proud on their chests. Fifty-inch asses would be an extremely tight squeeze in any of the pants they had, and Tam's fourteen-inch cock, which Toby shared, would only make it even harder for her.

Thankfully, by the time they were done measuring, Riley was done with her shower, and she and Tab jerked off Toby and Tam to get them soft again before forcing their way into the largest pairs of pants they'd bought the previous day.

"I wish Ronnie would move in now instead of later," Tab complained. "She's the one who suggested I measure myself, so she should have to be the one jerking or sucking me off afterward."

"Well, in the meantime, you'll just have to content yourself with using my mouth," Riley said, licking her lips from having sucked off the last bits of cum from the pair of dicks.

"Double blowjob in the morning?" Toby asked.

"Or fuck my ass," Riley said. "Walking around with a load of spunk up my butt sounds pretty kinky."

"Also sounds like a good way to ruin your clothes if you don't keep it clenched all day," Tam pointed out.

"Whatever," Riley said. "I can always get new clothes and I can get some suitably absorbent material sewn in. Now come on, let's have breakfast and get to campus."

Riley had ordered the chef her dad retained to have bacon and eggs for four ready in the morning, and while it wasn't quite steaming hot, it was still pleasantly warm as they all dug in, Riley's portion again being substantially smaller than what her guests got.

"I'll get your measurements to the tailor," Riley promised as she led them to the huge garage, this time choosing a comfortable sedan. Neither Toby nor Tam especially appreciated that she'd chosen to wear a skintight latex outfit and high heels that made her every movement absurdly erotic. "But since I'm the one paying, I get to choose the styles."

"Let me guess," Toby said. "You're gonna have me looking like I'm the kinkiest slut on the planet."

"Give Ronnie and I three months and you'll be the kinkiest slut on the planet," Riley promised.

--

Bethany Weber once again faced the unusual trio of patients. They were clearly bigger than they were the day before, though since this was an appointment and not a walk-in, they hadn't had their heights and weights taken.

"I've got the results from your tests, Tam," she said. "I have to say, they're extremely unusual."

"What do they say?" Tam asked.

"Your ovum count is abnormally high, about ten times what I'd expect for a woman of your age. I don't think it will make you any more likely to become pregnant, but if I had to guess, you'll probably undergo menopause around fifteen years later than normal."

Tam nodded. "What about my sperm count?"

"Well, I can definitely say that you're producing fertilizing sperm," Beth said. "Not only that, but both your semen volume and sperm density are substantially higher than ordinarily observed levels."

"So does that make it more likely that I'd impregnate someone that way?"

"Probably," the doctor said. "Our standard birth control is only designed to protect against pregnancy for more typical levels. It's possible that a second injection would provide sufficient protection, but that would mean only being sexually active with partners who've received that second shot."

After a moment's pause, Tam asked, "Is there another option?"

"There's an experimental treatment, a compound we can inject into your vas deferens. It produces a magnetic field which early tests show is strong enough to destroy spermatozoa as they pass by. I can't say it would be good enough in your case, but it would probably at least be enough to reduce the count to something which more standard measures will be able to handle."

"What about me?" Toby asked. "I think I should get tested for elevated sperm count. After all, Tam and I are siblings."

"For that matter," Tab put in, "I think I should know my own ovum count. Just in case."

Dr. Weber nodded. "It's a reasonable precaution," she agreed. She took another large vial and handed it to Toby, who promptly left for the bathroom, then turned to Tab. "Unfortunately, the birth control injection I gave you makes the results of standard blood tests unreliable after a day or so. If you really want to know, it will require a transvaginal ultrasound."

Tab nodded. "Where would I have to go for that?"

Bethany felt her mouth twisting in a not-quite-smile. "Not everyone chooses to avail themselves of the free birth control. We may not have a full hospital on campus, but we do have a small maternity ward. You can get the procedure done right here. Probably within an hour."

"All right," Tab agreed.

Toby came back as Tab left and Tam quickly filled him in, though it didn't really sound like she'd said enough to fully apprise him of the situation.

"I'll have these results ready for you by the time your sister's done," Bethany promised.

"Thank you," Toby said, and he and Tam left.

--

"Where's Tab?" Ronnie asked as Toby and Tam walked back to the waiting area. Tam rolled her eyes as she saw that their girlfriend was dressed in a too-small tank top and hotpants. She focused harder on keeping her cock soft.

"Getting an ultrasound. Birth control messes with the bloodwork," Toby explained.

"My results came back really high," Tam added. "So I decided that I should know if Tab's ovum count is the same, and whether Toby's sperm count is."

"What's that about sperm count?" Riley asked.

Toby sat down and felt embarrassed. "Tam's sperm count is high enough that Beth says the normal birth control won't necessarily be fully effective. So I figured I should check mine, as well. I hope it's not that high, too. Should be done when Tab gets back."

Ronnie and Riley both immediately realized the implications, but Riley was soon calm again. "We can deal with that back home. An hour or two's not going to change anything. Let's go for a walk in the meantime."

The medical clinic was on the outskirts of campus, so they were able to get to a secluded part of the surrounding forest pretty quickly.

"So you grew again," Ronnie observed.

"Yeah, and now Riley's going to put me in the most fetishistic stuff she can dream up," Tam said.

"Can't wait to see it," Ronnie said, smirking.

"Will you even be able to donate that stuff to charity?" Toby pointed out. "Who'd take it?"

"I'll have the tailor reuse the fabric and turn it into more normal clothes before it gets donated," Riley said. "Would have to be done anyway, given your size."

They sat down on a few benches deep in the woods.

"I really hope this is it for the growth, though," Tam said. "I already feel too big, and I'm afraid I'm going to start hitting my head on doorframes before long."

"Though it could be worse," Toby added. "At least I didn't grow a fourth body overnight."

Both of them looked at Ronnie. "Oh, since I was the one who said this felt like fetish fiction come to life, now you think I might know what'll happen next?" she said.

"You'd know better than I would what might happen!" Tam said.

Ronnie looked at Riley, then she said, "Well, if it's just growth from here on out, honestly, I couldn't really say. Some authors would stop it here, some would push you to eight, ten, twelve, maybe fifteen feet."

"Ugh," Toby said. "That's way too big."

Riley picked up where Ronnie left off. "Then there's the classic 'fifty-foot woman' from an old B-movie," she said. "You won't find nearly as much beyond that, but if you know where to look, really, there's no limit. There's people who'll write their characters outgrowing the entire universe."

"How do their characters get around without crushing everyone underfoot?" Tam asked.

"Generally they don't," Ronnie said. "Incidental **** and destruction are just standard fare in those sorts of stories."

"Well that sounds thoroughly horrible," Toby said. "Let me guess, you can find the same stuff for boobs, asses and cocks."

Riley nodded. "There's some authors who write some pretty great stuff who'd already consider you too big in those departments. Though there's less 'outgrowing the universe' there, generally it'll probably top out at house-sized."

"House-sized tits?" Tam said, horrified.

"That's usually about as big as they get, yeah," Ronnie said. "At least, from what I've read."

"Sounds like some people have really weird imaginations," Toby said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Ronnie told him.

"How big do you generally make your characters?" Tam asked incisively.

"I'm not so much into the growth side of things," Ronnie said. "Oh, I'll write some, but most of what I write for myself has to do with other stuff."

"I'm the one who likes growth," Riley added. "You'll find stuff under Ronnie's pseudonym that has to do with **** growth, but that's the stuff I pay her to write. Have done ever since we both got smashed at a party last year and she drunkenly admitted she writes fetish porn."

"So then what are you into?" Toby pressed their girlfriend.

"What you've become," Ronnie said. "Among other things."

"What other things?" Tab asked, walking up with some papers in hand. She'd read them on the way, so they knew full well that, for them at least, Tam's results were not abnormal.

"I'm into transformations," Ronnie replied. "Stuff like someone growing an extra pair of arms, or two more breasts, or a second cock."

"It's already enough of a nightmare hiding this thing," Tam said, gesturing to the dick she had hidden under the sweater. "There's no way I could hide another pair of tits!"

"Look, it's fetish fiction," Ronnie said defensively. "I'm writing for people to get themselves off, not to delve into the actual consequences of how someone with six boobs would be treated!"

"And I bet it doesn't stop there," Toby said.

"Nope, because then there's all the mythical creatures she loves to put in," Riley said. "Taurs, lamias, dragons, driders, avians, whatever. Maybe you'll get lucky and your next body will only be an elf. The ears shouldn't be too hard to hide."

"I get a fourth body and you say I'd be lucky," Tab said, having flopped down between her other two bodies. "And what's a lamia? Or a drider?"

"Half-human, half-animal," Ronnie explained. "Lamias have a snake-like lower half, and driders are generally understood to be elves who are sort of like a centaur, except their lower body is that of a spider."

"Ugh," Tam said. "I'd at least like to retain normal human physiology, thanks."

"Hey, there are some writers who do that stuff but adapt it to be human instead. Eight human legs in a circle, for instance," Riley said in what she clearly meant to be a reassuring tone. "Taurs with the lower torso being basically just a second human abdomen instead of a horse body, four human legs. That sort of thing."

"Except for lamias," Ronnie clarified. "I've rarely seen those without snake scales."

Tab put her head in her hands. "So you're saying I'm at the mercy of what sort of crazy porn whatever's doing this to me enjoys."

"Hey," Ronnie said, standing up and walking over, offering a gentle embrace. "Hey. It's not that bad. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you, OK? Always."

"So will I," Riley added.

"You'll be here because you'll be too turned on not to be," Tam pointed out.

"I'll still be here," Riley said.

"I guess that's something," Toby said. "I might become a complete freak but at least you two'll still treat me normally."

"What did those tests say?" Ronnie asked, changing the subject.

"I'm shooting just as much sperm as Tam," Toby said.

"And I've got almost as many ova," Tab added.

Ronnie and Riley looked at each other. "Time to get home," Riley said. "And time for me to ask Dad for a favour. But he'll do anything for his little girl."

--

The pregnancy tests, thankfully, came back negative.

"I feel like I dodged a bullet on that one," Tab said. "Three bodies is enough for me. I didn't want a kid in the bargain."

"Maybe it's going to be different for you," Ronnie suggested. "After all, Tam appeared after you'd fucked yourself silly, right?"

"What are you saying, that every time I bust a nut in my pussy, poof, there's another body?" Tam said.

"Great, now I can't even masturbate properly," Toby groaned.

"You complain about having three bodies but then you complain that you can only get yourself off like the rest of us," Riley observed. "Pick one!"

"And anyway, you didn't suddenly have a new body after the first night you two fucked," Ronnie reminded them. "I was there, remember?"

"Maybe it didn't happen because you were there. Or maybe it had to do with another hole. Or more than one." Tab threw up her arms. "Maybe it doesn't matter what I do and it'll just be random. For all I know I could be perfectly abstinent for the rest of my life and still end up with a million bodies."

"Exactly," Riley said. "So why worry about it? This is probably beyond our control, so just enjoy yourself. If what you said about your experience with Tam is any indication, after a few hours you'll feel perfectly normal again, whatever happens."

"Yeah, I'll suddenly gain a fourth body, she'll be a mile-high giantess lamia with three huge cocks and eight lactating tits, I'll crush the entire city under my tail and feel perfectly normal." Toby rolled his eyes.

"We'll worry about that if it comes to that," Ronnie said. "For now let's just keep going the way we've been going, all right? I still expect you to stuff me full tonight."

"Speaking of," Riley said, "Dr. Weber just messaged. She's on her way. I guess whatever Dad told her must've been really enticing."

--

Bethany Weber pulled over again to reread the message she'd gotten. Again.

It was ridiculous. That much money to be the personal physician of some student who just moved into that huge place on the other side of town? It had to be a joke.

But there was nothing to indicate that it was a scam. The student's name was legitimate; Bethany had seen Riley once, after she went in one morning because she was worried about having suffered a concussion when she'd fallen down on the sidewalk after drinking too heavily the night before. Thankfully, she hadn't.

She wondered why a single student would need a personal doctor, though. It seemed a waste. Surely she could do more good at the clinic. Attending to the medical needs of one person, who probably didn't need to come in very often, was hardly worth taking someone away from serving the entire student body.

There was the money to consider, but Beth tried not to let that factor into her decision. She'd become a doctor to help people, not to get rich.

But still...

She had the afternoon off, though. So what was the harm in following up on it?

She parked her car in front of the gates, got out and buzzed the intercom. "Dr. Bethany Weber," she announced herself.

There was no reply except for the gates opening silently. She got back in and drove a short distance to the private parking lot. Still nobody came to greet her. Given the sheer opulence of the place, she'd have expected a valet, perhaps.

She buzzed the intercom at the door, but the door opened before she could announce herself again.

"Dr. Weber!" the person answering it said. Riley, for sure, she recognized the voice. And, turning to look at her, the outfit; at least, she was the only student she'd seen who walked around almost exclusively in stuff that looked like it came straight out of a fetishwear catalogue.

"You must be Riley," she said. She didn't ask to be called "Beth" this time; the situation was simply too weird for her to be willing to be informal.

"Yes, yes, come in, please."

"Hi," another voice came, another young woman about the same age. Beth didn't recognize her. "I'm Ronnie."

"Pleased to meet you."

"I'm so glad you came," Riley said.

"I'm interested to know why I came," Bethany replied. "I got an email right after I got off work saying I should come here and offering me, frankly, a ridiculous amount of money."

"To explain a little further," Riley said, "I'm moving in here now, I've got a fully-stocked medical clinic, and I want an on-site doctor. Some friends of mine suggested that you were the most qualified for the role."

"I'm barely out of med school," the doctor objected. "How can I be the most qualified for anything?"

"It'll all make sense in a moment," Ronnie said. "If you'll come with us?"

"All right."

Beth had to admit that she was impressed by the grandiosity of the place, though it seemed a waste for just two people. If she did end up working here, she wouldn't mind taking advantage of the pool and the gym.

"Ready to see your new office?" Riley asked as they neared a door with a blue cross on it.

"Assuming I take the offer."

"I think you will," Ronnie said, and pushed the door open.

"Hi," three familiar voices said in unison.

--

"So let me get this straight," Bethany said, sitting in one of the exquisitely--perhaps excessively--comfortable chairs in the clinic's office. "You're not triplets at all."

"Nope," Toby said. "We're a single person. One person with three bodies."

"And you've only been this way for a few days."

"I didn't exist until four days ago," Tab said. "Well, this body didn't, anyway."

"And this body only appeared yesterday," Tam added.

"And you're suddenly undergoing some sort of rapid second puberty."

"Seems that way," Toby said. "With a special emphasis on the erogenous zones, along with height and musculature."

"I have to say, it's a bit hard to believe," Beth said.

"It was hard for me to believe, too," Riley said, "but I can--"

"The videos convinced me, too," the doctor said. "I don't need to see them again. I believe you, and I'll keep your secret, don't worry."

"But will you take the offer?" Tab pressed. "Surely you see why it's important that we just see a single physician, and keep all this as secret as we can."

"Even if you pretend to the rest of the world that you're triplets, it'll be hard to keep secret that you've grown six inches over spring break. You're just lucky that everyone who knows you well enough to notice the change is away, except Ronnie."

"That assumes I stop at six inches," Tam said.

"What do you mean?"

"Do the math, Beth. Three inches in two days, and now three inches in one day? I needed those extra nutrients, for sure, but I was afraid they'd accelerate my growth, and it looks like they might've done just that," Toby said.

"Damn," Beth said. "There's too much for me to take in here. But you're right that you needed them. The accelerated growth might just have to be an unintended side effect. I can't think of any other treatment that might possibly have worked."

"Look, I hate to rush things," Riley said, "but I need you to get an answer to my dad sooner rather than later. If you don't like it here he'll get you your job at the university back, no problem. So are you in or not?"

Bethany thought for a moment, but there was really no way she could turn down the opportunity she had suddenly been presented with. "I'm in."