Magical Honey Pt 2 by BarucAI on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Enjoy this brand new instalment of the honey universe (NOT AN FMG-35 UNIVERSE STORY!). I'm planning a 3rd and last part for this story, but this is the beginning of a universe of short and fun stories about draining! Hope you like this universe just as much as the fmg-35!

Magical Honey pt. 2

The next morning, Elaine rose early, her mind made up. She couldn't risk anyone else discovering the honey's effects, nor could she bear the thought of stopping her own transformation. With determined steps, she made her way to the honey house.

"Morning, love," Tom called from the kitchen as she passed. "Off to check on the new batch?"

Elaine forced a smile. "Yeah, just want to make sure everything's perfect before we start bottling for sale."

Once inside the honey house, Elaine began the painstaking process of separating their special honey from their regular stock. She meticulously labeled the jars containing the enhanced honey with a small, inconspicuous mark, her heart racing with each one she set aside.

Later that day, as Tom was preparing orders for their regular customers, Elaine intercepted him.

"Tom, I've been thinking," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "Maybe we should hold off on selling this latest batch. I... I think I've detected a slight difference in flavor. We wouldn't want to risk our reputation, right?"

Tom frowned, confusion evident on his face. "Really? It tasted fine to me. Are you sure?"

Elaine nodded emphatically. "Absolutely. Better safe than sorry, don't you think? We can use this batch for ourselves and donate some to the local food bank. I'll start a new batch for selling."

Though clearly puzzled, Tom agreed, trusting Elaine's judgment as he always had. Elaine felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside, focusing instead on the thrill of keeping her secret safe.

As weeks passed, the physical changes in both Elaine and Tom became increasingly difficult to ignore. Elaine, now standing at a solid 5'8", found herself having to duck slightly to avoid hitting her head on low-hanging beams in their old farmhouse. Her once baggy work shirts now strained across her broadening shoulders and more defined muscles.

Tom, on the other hand, had shrunk to 5'11", his clothes hanging loosely on his diminishing frame. He frequently complained of fatigue and found himself struggling with tasks that once came easily to him.

One evening, as they sat down to dinner, Tom cleared his throat awkwardly. "Elaine, I... I think we need to talk about what's been happening."

Elaine felt her heart rate spike but kept her expression neutral. "What do you mean, love?"

Tom gestured between them, frustration evident in his voice. "This! Us! Elaine, I'm not blind. You're... you're getting bigger, stronger. And I'm... well, look at me! My clothes barely fit anymore. What's happening to us?"

Elaine reached across the table, taking Tom's now smaller hand in hers. "Tom, I... I don't know what to say. Maybe it's stress? Or... or some kind of weird virus?"

Tom pulled his hand away, his eyes narrowing. "Don't patronise me, Elaine. This isn't natural. And don't think I haven't noticed how you've been sneaking around, how you stopped selling our honey. What aren't you telling me?"

The tension in the room was palpable. Elaine opened her mouth, then closed it again, torn between confessing everything and maintaining her secret. Finally, she settled for a half-truth.

"I... I've been experimenting with a new supplement," she said softly. "I thought it might help with energy levels, you know, for the farm work. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it worked."

Tom's expression softened slightly, but suspicion still lingered in his eyes. "And what about me? Why am I getting... smaller?"

Elaine shook her head, hating herself for the lie even as it left her lips. "I don't know, Tom. Maybe... maybe you should see a doctor? I'm worried about you."

Tom nodded slowly, but Elaine could see that her words hadn't convinced him entirely. As they finished their meal in uncomfortable silence, Elaine couldn't help but feel that a chasm was opening between them, one that grew wider with each inch she gained and Tom lost.

That night, as they lay in bed, the physical distance between them mirrored the emotional one. Tom turned away from Elaine, curling in on himself in a way that made Elaine's heart ache. She longed to reach out, to comfort him, to confess everything. But the allure of continued growth, the intoxicating feeling of power it brought, held her back.

As she drifted off to sleep, Elaine couldn't shake the feeling that she was standing at a crossroads. She knew she would soon have to choose between her transformation and her relationship with Tom. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, losing herself in dreams of strength and stature, all the while ignoring the voice in the back of her mind warning her of the price she might ultimately have to pay.

As the weeks turned into months, the changes in Elaine and Tom became impossible to ignore. Their once-familiar dynamic shifted dramatically as Elaine's growth continued and Tom's shrinking persisted.

One morning, as they stood side by side in the bathroom getting ready for the day, Elaine realized with a start that she was looking Tom directly in the eye. They were the same height, both standing at 5'10". The realization hit her like a physical blow, and she saw the same shock mirrored in Tom's eyes.

"Elaine," Tom said, his voice barely above a whisper, "what's happening to us?"

Unable to bear the weight of her secret any longer, Elaine broke down. Through tears, she confessed everything - the special honey, its effects, her experiments, and her growing addiction to the changes.

Tom listened in stunned silence, his expression cycling through disbelief, anger, and hurt. When Elaine finished, he simply shook his head and walked out, leaving her alone with her guilt and the reflection of her changing body in the mirror.

That evening, after a day spent in tense silence, Elaine approached Tom with a proposition. "I'll call Sarah," she said, her voice trembling. "We'll figure out what's in that compound, find a way to reverse this. I promise, Tom, we'll fix this."

Tom nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Okay," he said softly. "Okay, let's do that."

But as the days passed and Elaine continued to grow, slowly inching past Tom in height, she found herself hesitating to make that call. Every morning, she woke to find herself a little taller, a little stronger. She told herself she was just waiting for the right moment to contact Sarah, all the while knowing deep down that she was lying to herself.

When Elaine reached 6'2", officially surpassing Tom's original height, she felt a thrill of excitement that overshadowed her guilt. She could reach the highest shelves without strain, lift heavy equipment with ease, and work longer hours without tiring. The farm had never been more productive.

Tom, now standing at a diminutive 5'6", struggled to keep up. His once muscular frame had softened, his strength diminished. Elaine found herself taking on more and more of his tasks, a part of her reveling in her new role as the stronger partner.

One evening, as Elaine effortlessly moved a heavy piece of machinery that Tom couldn't even budge, she caught sight of her reflection in the barn window. She stood tall and proud, her muscles rippling under her skin, a far cry from the petite woman she'd once been. And in that moment, she realized she didn't want to go back.

As Elaine's height approached 7 feet, the dynamics of their relationship shifted dramatically. She had to duck to enter doorways, her feet hung off the end of their bed, and she towered over everyone in town. Tom, now barely reaching her chest at 5'2", seemed to shrink into himself both physically and emotionally.

Despite the growing tension and the lingering guilt, Elaine couldn't deny the exhilaration she felt. She was strong, powerful, capable in ways she'd never imagined. The farm flourished under her care, and she found herself dreaming of expanding their operation, taking on challenges she'd never dared consider before.

One night, as they lay in bed - Elaine's large frame dominating the space while Tom seemed to disappear into the mattress - Tom spoke up, his voice small and tired.

"You never called Sarah, did you?"

Elaine felt her heart skip a beat. She turned to face Tom, having to prop herself up on her elbow to look down at him. "Tom, I..."

"Don't," he interrupted, a mix of resignation and disappointment in his voice. "I know, Elaine. I've known for a while. You like this, don't you? Being... big."

Elaine opened her mouth to deny it, to reassure him, but found she couldn't lie anymore. "I... yes," she admitted softly. "I do like it. I'm sorry, Tom, I never meant for this to happen, but I can't help how I feel."

Tom nodded, turning away from her. "I thought so," he murmured. "I just... I don't know where that leaves us, Elaine. I don't recognize myself anymore, and sometimes... sometimes I feel like I don't recognise you either."

As Tom's words hung in the air between them, Elaine felt a mix of emotions wash over her - guilt, sadness, but also a fierce determination. She knew she should feel worse about the changes, should want to reverse them. But as she lay there, her powerful body a stark contrast to Tom's diminished form, she couldn't bring herself to regret her transformation.