Make Yourself

by Thesonandheir

Part 1

Katie wasn’t what you’d call a veteran of thrift stores. She was normally completely against the idea of buying second hand clothing. She was put off by the idea of purchasing something that used to belong to somebody else. Somebody she didn’t know. How could she have any way of knowing anything about that person? She didn’t know if they were a clean or dirty person. What if they died wearing it? She was far too superstitious a person to chance that. The main thing that put off Katie about the idea of buying second hand was that it wasn’t really HER’S if somebody else had already owned it. Growing up with two older brothers, Katie was very aware of what was and wasn’t hers. The silver locket that sat in the window of this thrift store however had stopped Katie dead in her tracks. 

She surveyed the vast disarray of articles in the antique shop. Tall grandfather clocks sat beside small foot stools and wide chest of drawers gave her the feeling of being in a room full of fun house mirrors. The room stretched her eyes in a whole manner of disorientating directions. The was a sea of Beech, Dark mahogany, maple and Marbella plum finishing and Katie was enveloped by an ocean spray of aroma. A dark, rich gust of old smelling wood and varnish travelled up her nose.

‘Looking for anything in particular or just browsing?’ asked the slight looking shopkeeper. A cluttered mass of wooden antiques threatened to swallow him as he stared at Katie intently through the portholes of his thick spectacles.

‘All of the items in my shop tell their own unique stories. These items have survived through the loving care and attention of their owners, to see the death of one queen, and the jubilee of another. These timeless artefacts in my store have survived the fast-flowing and ever changing current of fashion to still be sought after today.’ Katie held back a smirk. Sought after today? So that’s what he called collecting dust was it?

‘I’m looking for something... pretty. I want an antique -but perhaps something not so...’ She stopped, looking up at the grandfather clock to the old man’s side. ‘...large,’ she finished.

‘A trinket then?’ the shopkeeper asked, slightly deflated.

‘Can I see the locket in the window?’ she asked. The shopkeeper sighed and trudged off to get the amulet.

‘Here you go young lady,’ he said fastening the necklace at the back of Katie’s neck. ‘Take a look at it in the looking-glass by the wall, which by the way is on offer today-‘

‘-I’ve got a mirror thanks,’ said Katie walking over to the mirror.

‘Right, fine, young lady,’ the shopkeeper said, dejected. Katie didn’t like this mirror so she wouldn’t buy it anyway. It made her look fat. A lot of mirrors did. She took an instant liking to the locket however. It was a crisp silver colour and the markings looked even prettier up close. She decided before she’d even paid for it that it was going to be hers. She felt a certain affinity with it that she couldn’t quite explain.

‘How much?’

‘I wouldn’t know where to begin pricing such an item. Based on the inscriptions I’d guess it dated back the-‘

’15 pounds.’

‘...fine.’ The Shopkeeper took the money off Katie, happier to get rid of her more than anything else. Katie walked out of the shop, very proud of her new purchase. 

When she got back to the flat she noticed that none of the other girls were in. She walked up the stairs and plodded down onto her bed. Katie wasn’t fat really. You’d err on the side of caution calling her fat, especially to her face. You wouldn’t call her slim either. She had never in her life obsessed over her weight but she had recently noticed that quite a few excess pounds had crept up around her waist. She’d put a fair bit of weight in the last year. What you might call a freshman 15. She carried most of it well. Katie had always been a busty girl, filling up more than the average sized bra. But she’d lost that tight bum that she flaunted to get her way with any man when she was 18. Her first year of university was naturally her first experience of being away from home and her diet had suffered. The balanced healthy meals of her mother’s house made way for convenience food. Katie bought takeaway food at least three times a week and the food she kept in the freezer was mostly crap. Pizzas, fried chicken and chips were cornerstones of her diet. The last thing she ate that was green was a couple of sprouts at Christmas, and even then they were doused in cheese sauce. Her figure had suffered. The freshman 15 was plain to see. She’d vowed to get back into shape before summer was through. She was in two minds about whether to go to the gym after dinner. 

She pulled herself off the bed and out of her chain of thought to survey her new purchase. She pulled the chain over her long, red hair and rested the locket onto her ample bosom, self consciously running her fingers through the hairs she had disturbed. There was something so alluring and mysterious about the locket which she couldn’t quite place. It was unusually warm and tingly in her hand. Like a rational individual she deduced that it wasn’t sterling silver, there must be some impurities in the metal reacting with her skin. She opened the locket. There was a picture of a lady inside. Despite the graininess quality of the picture and her old fashioned attire, the lady was very pretty. In fact she was beautiful. Perfect. She examined closely to double check that it wasn’t a portrait rather than a photo. It was definitely a photo, of an infallible face, perfect in every dimension, right up to the dark, cat-like Audrey Hepburn eyes, There was an inscription on the inside of the locket. It read ‘Make A Wish, Make Yourself.’ in ornate cursive writing.

The doorbell rang. She cautiously tucked the locket into her coat pocket and made a beeline downstairs for the door. Jeff was clearly in, by the sound of the loud music blaring through the chip wood thin walls of their house, but Katie new better than to leave it for him to get. If he wasn’t expecting anyone then he wouldn’t get up to answer the door. He was an arsehole like that.

‘Hiya!’ said Kerry, bright faced and red cheeked on the doorstep, ‘we forgot our keys!’

‘Heya, ditz! Well you’re lucky I’ve just got back. Or you might have been stood on the doorstep for a while,’ said Katie, inviting in her two housemates and best friends, Kerry and Heather.

‘I think the boys are dead to the world again.’ She said, going passed Jeff’s bedroom door. She kicked the doorframe.

‘ANSWER THE DOOR?’ she shouted over his music.

‘XBOX. BUSY!!’ he shouted back. The three girls rolled their eyes and took a mental note not to pay any favours to Jeff this weekend.

The three girls ambled into the kitchen, giggling about the antics at the student union the night before. The night had unfolded in the usual manner. Katie got wasted, Kerry got lost, Heather got stalked and Jeff and Thom got into a fight. For the next half hour the girls recounted the rare occasions they all bumped into one another during the night and tried to tie all their individual antics down to a chronological timeline, leading up to them getting kicked out at closing time.

‘I’m never drinking again!’ said Heather.

‘Famous last words! As if you could ever go T-total,’ said Katie. ‘You’re Welsh! Being a lusher is basically in your blood.’ Heather, smiled. The irony that Katie too was Welsh and was always the drunkest of the three of them wherever they went was not lost on her.

‘Oh shut it! I’m cutting back. Kerry and I just sorted out our gym memberships. It defeats the object if we’re still guzzling down the schnapps!’

‘I bought a broccoli today! How do you cook a broccoli?’ Kerry cut in with. Heather and Katie both laughed. Kerry was doing a joint honours language degree, which meant she had to be smart. However they’d never seen any evidence of this in the year in which they’d known her. 

‘What do they teach you people in Hobbiton?’

‘I’m not a Hobbit! I’m from Norwich!’ said Kerry. As much as she liked being Little Kerry; the cute, petite and sweet little girl of the house, at 5, 2” she was a bit touchy about her height. It didn’t help that she looked up to Katie and Heather, who were above average at 5, 6” and 5, 8” respectively. She certainly didn’t like them calling her a hobbit. Hobbits were hairy. And she was beautiful even if she did say so herself. Big, brown eyes, brown curly hair, and a great, although very petite, figure. 

‘When are you gonna start getting some exercise anyway Katie?’ asked Kerry.

‘Well, netball starts up again next week.’

‘Come on! Everyone knows that netball girls do more drinking than exercise. Come with us to the gym. Go to a few classes. Bums and tums, Aerobics. It’s relaxing a bit of exercise is. It would take some weight off your shoulders.’

‘And maybe your bum.’ Heather cut in with.

‘Cow.’ Katie retorted.

‘What did you get in town?’ asked Heather.

‘I got some pizza, a few chips, some chicken, but I might have some soup tonight,’ said Katie, defensively.

‘Well after that workout, I think I deserve a pizza for dinner!’ said Heather. Katie clicked her tongue. She loved her friends, but one thing she hated about Heather was her ability to eat virtually anything without putting weight on. She did in all fairness keep active; she was a frequent swimmer and surfer. She was a natural beach beauty with a slim, toned athletic body and sun bleached blonde hair. She was the living embodiment of the phrase ‘good genes,’ and she sure could fill out a pair.

‘Oh, I didn’t show you what I picked up in town today!’ Katie pulled the locket out of her coat pocket, to show the girls, it glistened mysteriously in the morning light of the kitchen.

‘Aww, pretty can I see!’ said Kerry.

‘Sure,’ said Katie, handing it over, happy to show off her keen eye for a bargain. Kerry tried it on. She was instantly jealous. She took to jewellery like a magpie. It was retro but still new looking metal, still all bright and shiny. It had a special allure.

‘Aww, I wish I had one like this to go with my new dress. It matches my charm bracelet too!’ Kerry said. As she finished her sentence, the girls noticed the locket glistened a little brighter, as if a squib full of glitter just got let off from the centre of the metal, then the glitter dust dispersed into invisibility. If all three girls weren’t looking directly at the locket then they would have dismissed it as a trick of the eye.

‘What was that?’

‘Dust in the light?’ Katie rationalised. The two girls went along with it.

‘Anyway, I’ll have it back thanks, before you borrow and never return it, I’d like to wear it at least once.’ She took it off Kerry’s neck and bunched the chain in her fist. As she did Jeff stumbled into the kitchen, giggling to himself. Used to living with two older brothers, Katie instinctively hid the locket back in her coat pocket before Jeff could see it. 

‘Hi!’ said Kerry.

‘Yes...very, thank you!’ said Jeff, red eyed and sniggering at his own joke. He took a swig of coke from the bottle in the fridge then started to rummage through the freezer draws.

‘Those pepperoni pizzas are mine, by the way,’ said Katie.

‘I might have to pinch one later.’

‘Yeah or how about you don’t? How about you buy your own pizzas Jeff?’

‘Look Katie,’ Jeff said shaking his head and sniggering. ‘I can’t be held accountable for eating people’s food when I have the munchies. You do law. Look it up! It’s called diminished responsibilities.’

‘Jeff, I’m not going to the supermarket again this week, so don’t eat them.’

‘Well I’m going tomorrow. I’ll replace them, so relax!’

‘And I’ll check to make sure you do! I won’t forget!’ Katie snapped.

‘I know. Elephants never do!’

‘Oi! Cheeky bugger!’ Heather said in Katie’s defence. Kerry giggled.

‘Only joking love, I’m not even hungry!’ He blew Katie a kiss on the way out of the kitchen. Katie was red faced and pissed. All though a friend of Katie’s, Jeff knew how to rub Katie up the wrong way and he did so mercilessly at times. He always had just enough charm for Katie to stay angry with him for long.

‘Dick!’ hissed Katie.

‘You better have one of those pizzas tonight, before he eats them both,’ said Heather pragmatically.

‘I’m not in the mood now! I think I might go to the gym.’

Katie was exhausted by the time she got in that evening. She’d spent two hours at the gym, and now felt more out of shape than ever. She couldn’t run without stopping for longer than 10 minutes. Nor could she, as she’d just discovered, swim front crawl for longer than a lap without nearly drowning. She switched to breaststroke and the OAP’s in the pool still looked much more confident swimmers than her. She went back upstairs on the machines. While she was trying for the second time to keep pace on the treadmill, she spotted a girl which she knew from class on the crosstrainer. To Katie’s annoyance, she cut an even more impressive figure in her gym attire. Katie noticed first that her spandex shorts sat tight on her bum, giving a clear outline of her firm, well trained buttocks, which swayed rhythmically with her hips, in the motion of the crosstrainer. Her tank-top clung to her slender but toned shoulders, as patches of sweat formed at the small of her back. Her firm arms pumped back and forth. She was the paragon of female fitness. Her body positively oozed sex. She was so focussed on her workout that she didn’t notice that most of the men in the gym were ogling her as she worked up a sweat; visions of naked sweating body getting their hearts pumping enough to power through the rest of their sets. Katie noticed. Although the attention of the meatheads in this gym didn’t appeal to her, she wondered what it would be like to be so striking that every pair of eyes in any given room settled on you. What it was like to be so hot, you were the centre of attention everywhere you went. Katie had never felt so threatened by another woman. Forget it, she thought. I’m done with this.

She slugged her way back down the stairs to the sauna room. As she slumped over, dejected after such an unsuccessful gym session, she poked her spare tyre. All of a sudden the extra layers of soft flesh around her waist felt alien, as if they don’t belong there, that they had just now appeared. She put her hands around her back and tugged at her handle bars. She wanted to just yank them straight off. She tugged them until her skin hurt slightly, then slapped her thighs in anger. Jesus, she thought, how’ve I let myself put on this much weight without even noticing? It’s going to take months and months to get anywhere near back into shape! 

The door of the sauna room opening broke Katie’s train of thought. It was the crosstrainer girl, as she walked past, Katie noticed that as well as being beautiful with a body to die for, she was also very tall. She must have been all of 6 foot. She looked down at Katie and smiled, and made her way to the bench on the other side of the sauna. The girl sat with her towel wrapped tight around her lithe body, her long legs were crossed in front of her, the towel only concealing a quarter of their great length, their firm, shapeliness on show for Katie. Her ample bosom barely moved as she breathed comfortably in the hot air of the sauna, the powerful lungs behind her chest not even slightly taxed. Katie on the other hand was already gasping and feeling dizzy. I’m done, Katie said to herself.

Katie had a pizza, purely out of principle. She didn’t want Jeff to eat them both. But it only served in making her feel all the more bloated and unhealthy. As she slumped into bed, dejected, she thought about her purchase of the day, the locket. She reached over to her coat pocket, strewn across the bedside table and got it out of her pocket. At least today wasn’t a complete disaster, she reasoned. Without thinking she put the locket over her neck and buried herself under her covers. She wished that she was still the same size she was when she started university this time last year. She wished the fat around her belly would just melt away and not be there in the morning, that she could wake up in the morning 15 pounds lighter. With happy thoughts of a thinner, healthier body, Katie drifted off to sleep. 

~ 

BUZZ! The alarm clock snatched Katie from her sombre repose. She switched her alarm off and sat up groggily. Normally Katie would hit snooze at least 3 times before she could muster the energy to get out of bed. Last night’s sleep however had left her more refreshed than usual. With her new found energy she jumped straight out of bed and opened the curtains before she had chance to change her mind. Her eyes, still adjusting to the daylight, remained half closed. She walked towards her bedroom door to try and grab the shower before any of her housemates. She noticed before she got out the door that her pyjama bottoms were slipping down her waist. ‘Shit’ she muttered. I only bought these last month! The elastic can’t have gone in them already, she thought to herself. She looked into the mirror. Something was definitely off. 

Her eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the light yet, but the outline of the figure in front of her didn’t seem right. Her pyjamas seemed baggy around the thighs, the buttons, which usually did up rather snugly around her waist and chest, were now loose. She took a deep breath and puffed her chest out but still there was plenty of breathing room now in her baggier top. She blinked the away sleep, and stood eyes wide in awe of the much slender figure that stood before her in the mirror. ‘Impossible,’ she whispered in astonishment. She had shrunk, that was all she could logically deduce. In actual fact, she was thinner. She hadn’t really noticed by sight her gradual weight gain in the 12 months; it was the scales that told the tale. Its overnight disappearance however was impossible to miss. The first thing she examined was her face. She had lost weight there, her hamster cheeks had disappeared. Now her cheekbones were more prominent and she looked much prettier. She lifted up her pyjama top, her belly had shrunk considerably. Her bulgy overhang had disappeared and her belly was much flatter and tighter. When she breathed in, she saw a hint of her firm abdominal muscles underneath her now much trimmer belly. It was difficult to tell with her pyjamas on but in her estimation she’d lost about three inches on her stomach. Katie turned to her side to examine her profile. She gasped in excitement, seeing the effects of her wish on her bum. It had also shrunk dramatically. The bagginess of her pj bottoms looked comical. She held the fabric down against her thighs, admiring her much smaller derriere. She grabbed two handfuls of spare fabric from the legs of her pyjama bottoms, then giggled in glee at her much slender legs and her pert and tight bum. She undid the top button of her top. Luckily she didn’t look too much thinner up there. Her breasts sat a little firmer on her chest, and didn’t seem to droop or sag like they did last time she looked at them. It appeared is if she had magically gotten into shape overnight. However the rational side of Katie brain wouldn’t switch off, this must have been a trick of the eyes. She needed definitive proof. She bounded down the stairs to the bathroom. 

She stood on the scales. It read 9 stone 4 pounds. She was about 10 and a half stone when she left the gym yesterday. She’d lost about 15 pounds. She’d gone from pear to a peach, in a mere 8 hours! The question was how? She remembered wishing this would happen before going to sleep the night before. Was that all it took, a bit of wishful thinking. Was this isometrics? Mind over matter? Did she just think herself slim? Then she noticed the locket was still around her neck. She opened it and read the inscription out loud.

‘Make a Wish, Make Yourself.’ None of this make sense to Katie, wishes didn’t come true. But neither did people lose more than a stone in overnight. Regardless of how it happened, Katie was ecstatic with the results. And she couldn’t wait until tonight’s house party to show them off. 

Katie spent a long half an hour exploring her brand new body in the shower, ironic considering there was so much less of herself to lather. She chuckled at the realisation that she hadn’t felt as taut and lithe a figure since she was 18 years old. After she had finished thoroughly washing her body, she wrapped a towel around herself and bounced upstairs. Katie found getting dressed an all together pleasant experience. She had her pick of the clothes right at the back of the closet. Ones that hadn’t fit her right for a year now clung to her firm figure perfectly. She easily slipped into a skinny pair of jeans she would have had no chance fastening up last night. Fully dressed she rushed across the hall to share her good news. She banged on Heather’s door.

‘Heather? You awake?’ Heather answered the door to a smirking, bright face wearing a knowing smile. Katie looked like she had something she was dying to get off her chest. This early in the morning Heather couldn’t even begin to guess what it was.

‘Can I come in?’ said Katie.

‘Of course,’ said Heather. ‘Sit down,’ she said signalling to the bed. Katie sat down on the bed. She was still grinning. She crossed her legs and sat with a straight backed, strong and confident posture. She ran a hand through her red hair and fluttered her eyelashes, her big blue eyes daring Heather to notice what had changed in the last 12 hours. Then the penny dropped and so did Heather’s face.

‘Oh my god! What happened to you?’

‘What ever do you mean?’ teased Katie. She moved her legs to one side, so Heather could get a good look at her legs. She knew exactly what Heather meant, but she wanted Heather to say it out loud.

‘You’ve lost weight!’ Heather shouted. Katie laughed loudly.

‘How and when did this happen?’ asked Heather.

‘Well, let me see. I went to the gym last night and then came back home and went to bed. Then when I woke up this morning I looked like this!’ She drummed her tight tummy emphatically. ‘Guess I mustn’t have needed as much exercise as I thought I did, hey? Or maybe it was just water retention and I sweated it all out in the sauna!’ Katie said with a self satisfied smile.

‘Katie, that can’t be possible. You can’t lose a stone over night, naturally. If I could see any bandages I’d assume you’d just come from the surgeons!’

’15 pounds. I’ve lost 15 pounds, not a stone. I checked this morning.’ Katie said, just stopping short of poking her tongue out.

‘15 pounds! Wow. It can’t happen overnight. You sure you feel okay?’

‘I feel GRREAT!’ shouted Katie, springing up from the bed to prove her point. ‘I feel so full of energy! In fact, give me a knock next time you’re going for a run. I’ll be able to keep up this time for sure!’

‘Well, you do look healthy. You look fantastic actually love! C’mere!’ Said Heather, wrapping her arms round Katie for a hug. ‘Well done.’

‘I can’t wait to see the netball girls tonight. They’re gonna freak out!’ Katie was right. The girls were definitely going to freak. They were all going to be so jealous. Heather was a little jealous. Heather was in great shape but ask any girl and they’ll tell you they could stand to lose about 8 pounds, whether it was true or not. And there was Katie, losing 15 pounds overnight! The lucky bitch, Heather thought. 

There were no two ways about it, she was would be the centre of attention tonight, the queen bee. Just the way she liked it. Meanwhile Katie was lost in her own thoughts, was it the locket which had given her the wish? And if it was, what else could she wish for? She decided to keep her deductions quiet in front of Heather. It felt right that if she had a device that could make her every wish a reality, then she should keep it to herself, at least for the time being!

‘Right, let’s go into town. I think I need a better fitting costume for tonight,’ said Katie with a self satisfied grin. 

~

Chantelle was stood at the end of the road waiting for Katie and Heather to bring round the car. The icy wind seemed to be punishing her for wearing such a short skirt. Katie and Heather seemed to be more appropriately dressed for the weather, both had thick hoodies on. Heather wore her Varsity hoodie to keep out the cold, whereas Katie had ulterior movies for wrapping up. She wanted to keep her new body secret for now. She wanted to make a grand entrance tonight and strut her stuff for all to see. She’d made Heather promise to keep it quiet too.

After visiting a few stores Katie finally managed to pick out a tight fitted dress that showed off her svelte new body. Alone and concealed behind the curtains in the changing room, she had an opportunity to alone with the locket. She put it around her neck. It was time to test if it was the locket that granted her wish. And she needed to know that if it was, what else could she wish for. It needed testing.

She started with the first thing that came to her mind. She wanted to be taller. Not as tall as Chantelle, not yet anyway. She decided that a few extra inches height would suit her, four to be exact. She didn’t want to be the tallest out of the three of them but she did think that she deserved at least to be the second tallest. So she made her wish; to be exactly four inches taller. She watched her figure elongate quickly in the changing room mirror. It felt like she was standing on her tip toes but her heels were flat on the floor. She got a funny feeling in her belly. It felt like she was going up in a lift. She did a quick twirl, to check her new dress fit around her bigger body. She loosened the belt on her dress one notch and rested it on her slightly wider hips and checked that enough of her longer legs were showing. She nodded smugly. She liked being 5, 6” a height she always declared to be tall for a girl, but 5, 10” was an even better height. She was bigger and she felt it. She felt more... important. More in control. That buzz of power Katie had accredited to her boost in height. It hadn’t even dawned on her how much power she now possessed with that dull, worthless looking trinket around her neck. She strutted confidently out of the changing room to show the girls her new look.

‘What do you think of the new dress, girlies?’ Katie smiled a knowing smile as she looked down at Heather. Heather noticed the difference straight away. She looked down at Katie’s feet to check how high the heels on Katie’s shoes were. She was wearing sandals. Flat sandals. Heather let out a sharp gasp. Katie giggled.

‘What the?’ Heather was used to looking two inches down to Katie. Now she had to look up. Heather felt disorientated. She also felt envious and what else? Did she feel slightly intimidated by her friend too? If she did, Katie hadn’t noticed. She had a big grin on her face. She looked like the cat that had the cream.

‘Do I look taller to you?’ Katie asked as she stepped forward so she was face to face with Heather, feigning innocence and trying to hold back a mischievous grin. For the first time Heather needed to tilt her head back to meet Katie’s eyes.

‘What’s going on? How can you be taller than me?’ asked a bewildered Heather. Katie shrugged her shoulders. 

‘I guess I had a growth spurt. I like it. Don’t you?’

‘A growth spurt? You were a few inches shorter than me 5 minutes ago!’

‘And now i’m bigger!’ she announced with great vigour. She arched her back and stood on her tip toes to emphasize her point. She inched up to 5, 11.” In her excitement she had grown another inch by accident. Though Katie didn’t plan the last inch, she wasn’t displeased by it. She took in her new vantage point. Now she was a tall girl now by anyone’s standards. Heather was stunned into silence having just witnessed her housemate sprout another inch. Katie laughed. She clicked her fingers in front of Heather’s face.

‘Earth to Heather! You still with us, babe? You okay?’

‘Am I okay? I –you just –you just grew right in front of me.’ Katie laughed heartily.

‘Did I? I’m due a spurt!’ she said looking down. Heather was perplexed. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. How was she doing it? She didn’t know how, but judging by her reaction to her last ‘spurt’ Katie seemed to. She just didn’t seem too forth willing with the ‘hows’ and ‘whys.’ 

Chantelle was finished trying on a new pair of leggings in the other dressing room. After she was happy with the fit she joined the other two girls at the front of shop. Chantelle wasn’t the most astute of girls at the best of times but even she couldn’t miss her friend’s sudden 5 inch gain in height.

‘Whoah Katie. How high are those heels?’ Katie turned to face her friend, smiling, eyes now level with Chantelle’s nose.

‘What heels love?’ asked Katie, looking down and wiggling the open toes of her sandals. Many things went past Chantelle’s level of comprehension without the need to call in for questioning. But her once far shorter friend growing to within inches of her own height, needed explaining.

‘How?’ She asked raising an eyebrow which the top of Katie’s head was now level with.

‘Not now,’ whispered Katie. ‘I’ll tell you later, let’s get ready for this part tonight first.’ She put her arm around her friend’s waist as they went to the counter to pay for their newly acquired clothes. Katie took in Chantelle’s height. She didn’t mind Chantelle being slightly bigger than her, for now. But she was still slightly envious of her legs for days. Instead of shooting up another couple of inches though she controlled herself. She would wait to become a six footer. It gave her something to look forward to.

The sales assistant, a young blond girl of about 5,4” had to crane her head up to smile at the two tall girls at the counter. She wondered how she missed these two tall girls coming through the front door. 

‘Hi,’ Katie said peering down at the girl at the counter, relishing in the thought that they were almost the same size when she came into the store. She now stood a clear head taller. ‘Can I buy this o-‘ Katie looked down and realised that caught up in the excitement of her new discovery, she was still wearing the dress she wanted to buy. ‘Oops. Well I want this one. I’m alright to wear it out of the shop, Aren’t I?’ Katie asked the small girl quite insistently.

‘Well I have to scan the barcode.’

‘Oh right, sure’ said Katie. Deliberately misinterpreting her meaning Katie moved around to the back of the counter. She turned her back to the sales assistant and crouched down.

‘Go for it,’ Katie said with a smirk. The slightly embarrassed sales assistant slipped her fingers into the back of the dress and pulled out the price tag. Katie giggled as her fingers brushed her much larger back. It was a brand new feeling, having a brand new big back being touched by a smaller set of hands. It tickled. She had to bend her knees down even further than she thought for the sales assistant to swipe the tag. The register beeped. Katie couldn’t help herself, patience was never one of her strong suits. She added another inch to her height as she was straightening her legs back to full height; now an even 6 foot

‘Thanks sweetie!’ said Katie grinning. The sales assistant couldn’t help but notice that Katie looked slightly more intimidating than she had done a second ago. She shook her head as the girls left the counter.

Katie and Chantelle walked out the door arm in arm, now nearly the same height. Heather was waiting by the door. She’d just watched the whole sales assistant scenario pan out. She noticed how much more comfortable Katie seemed at this height. How much more in control she seemed. This made Heather slightly worried.

Part 2

Heather jumped into the back of Katie’s compact, student, girlie car. A Nissan, Micra. She noticed Katie had a bit more trouble fitting her 6 foot frame through the car door. She had to push the seat right back to have enough leg room. This left Heather a bit squashed in the back seat. Katie kept laughing and telling her two friends how much fun they were in for tonight. Heather kept quiet for the car journey home. She had a lot to stew on. What was happening? How was any of this possible? Katie had gone to bed last night her dumpy friend and woken up a stone and a half lighter. She’d gone into the clothes shop today a slightly stumpy 5, 6” and walked out a statuesque 6 footer! Heather couldn’t keep up with it. She didn’t have a clue what was going on.

How was she doing this? Was she on some ground breaking hormone treatment course? Was it steroids? HGH? Or was Katie a witch? She’d come to the Halloween party dressed as one last year. Was she an actual witch? Had she made a potion that turned her into a knockout overnight? Or had Jeff just slipped a tab of acid into Heather’s cup of tea last night? That seemed the likeliest explanation. That this was all just a vivid hallucination. She hoped this was the case. Katie was a handful at 5,6.” God knows what she would be like at 6 foot. Or bigger still? It seemed like anything could happen tonight and this made Heather feel slightly anxious.

~

Kerry was getting bored in the house. She wasn’t asked whether she needed anything from town or whether she wanted to come along for the ride. But she didn't want to make a big deal about it. She went to see what the boys were doing downstairs. She banged on Jeff’s door.

‘Hello?’ she said.

‘Come in?’ Kerry opened the door and was hit by a waft of boy smell, and also the distinct smell of pepperoni pizza.

‘How long have you guys been on this game now?’

‘Shh! Burnley are just about to beat Blackburn. That’s the equivalent of the Israelis finally getting Kashmiri back from the Palistines,’ said Jeff.

‘Christ, I don’t even know where to start correcting you there, Jeff,’ said Thom.

‘Screw you,’ said Jeff not taking his eyes off the screen.

‘Can I at least open the curtains and crack open a window?’ asked Kerry.

‘If you must,’ said Jeff. Kerry leaned walked in front of the telly despite the gasps of the boys and over to the corner of the room. She knocked a couple of beer cans off the window ceil as she drew the curtains. She sat back down on the bed with the two boys. Neither of them had taken their eyes off the screen. It took Kerry all of thirty seconds to get bored again. She wanted to start up a conversation, but she wondered whether she might need to perform a séance to communicate with these two at the moment. 

‘You guys are still coming out tonight aren’t you?’ asked Kerry enthusiastically, trying to drum up excitement in anything other than the computer game that the boys were engrossed in.

‘Depends. Are we still invited? Or has Katie crossed us off the guest list?’ asked Jeff, not looking away from the screen.

‘No of course not,’ said Kerry.

‘Well, she has been in a mood with me lately,’ said Jeff.

‘What do you expect? You’re not doing yourself any favours eating all her pizzas!’ Kerry laughed.

‘She was in a mood before that,’ said Jeff.

‘I think you two should give it a rest already and just hurry up and get a room,’ said Thom. Thom and Kerry burst out laughing. Jeff’s cheeks flushed slightly red. He shook his head and didn’t look at either of them. He kept his eyes on the screen instead. Kerry stuck her foot out in front of Jeff’s eyes. All he could see was her pink sock. Blackburn Rovers scored whilst he couldn’t see.

‘Obstruction!’ he shouted at the computerised ref. ‘Oh nice one guys! You’re so bloody childish!’ said Jeff in a huff.

‘We’re childish? You’ve done everything bar pulling Katie’s pigtails to get her attention this year,’ said Thom.

‘Oh! I don’t even like her. She was a bit hot last year but have you seen the state of her recently? All she needs now is a house full of stray cats to complete the look.’ Thom sniggered.

‘Jeff! That’s my friend you’re talking about there! Don’t be so rude!’ snapped Kerry.

‘Put a sock in it!’ Jeff muttered.

‘You!’ said Kerry sticking her foot right in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff flinched and made a spitting noise. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve then turned around to look at Kerry with his serious face on.

‘That’s it!’ Jeff shouted, throwing the controller down. ‘You’re getting it now!’ He piled onto Kerry, pinned her down and started pinching and tickling her. Thom joined in, grabbing her feet and tickling them. Kerry was torn between giggling and squealing for the next five minutes. 

Thom switched off the games console after they’d all calmed down.

‘Come on. Let’s go for a walk,’ he said. Kerry smiled, relieved at a chance to finally get out of the house. Jeff sighed but got off the bed and kicked his shoes on, meaning he was joining the mission.

‘Lemmie get my coat.’ Kerry ran up stairs to find a warm coat to keep the wind off. 

She opened her wardrobe to look for something warm enough. Whilst she was in the wardrobe she couldn’t resist a quick peek at the dress she was going to be wearing tonight. Kerry loved her clothes. She could never have enough dresses. Her wardrobe and dressers were nearly overflowing with them. She’d bought this dress earlier this week, especially for tonight. It was a spotted number. She turned the dress around to examine the back, when she heard a metallic jingle. Strange, she thought. At first she thought that it might have been the price tag. She checked the back however and found that she had already taken it off. She shook the dress again, that’s when she noticed it. A necklace was fastened around one of the dress’s straps. She pulled at the chain and out popped a locket from underneath the neck of the dress. It was Katie’s locket. Or at least it looked like it was. This is weird, Kerry thought. Katie said I couldn’t borrow this. She must have had a sudden change of heart. That didn’t seem right either. If Katie leant something out, there were always strings attached. She always wanted a favour in return, Kerry thought. How strange. She undid the necklace and popped it in her coat pocket. Just in case Katie had another change of heart and wanted it back. She rushed downstairs for her walk with the boys.

~

Katie was a little bit disappointed to arrive at an empty house this afternoon. She was bored. She wanted to show the rest of her housemates her brand new body. Katie had a bit of fun with Heather earlier, comparing heights shoe sizes, hand sizes, etc. But then Heather had gone a bit quiet. She said she needed to go lie down for a bit. Katie was going to let her have a nap but then she had a much better idea. She thought of something which would be far more fun.

Heather had barely put her head on the pillow when she heard some heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs and then a loud knock on her door.

‘Knock, Knock! Let me in!’ said Katie. Heather sighed and sat up right.

‘Just a sec.’ She opened the door. She opened up her door and looked up at Katie. Was she taller again? She couldn’t tell. Katie had another big grin on her face.

‘Hey love.’ Heather knew this tone. The slight inflection on the word ‘love,’ she recognised well. That was Katie’s ‘I’m going to ask you a favour now and I’m not going to take no for an answer,’ tone.

‘What’s up?’ Heather asked looking up at her much larger, still very high maintenance friend.

‘I need someone to measure me,’ she said producing a tape measure from behind her back. ‘If you’re not busy that is.’ Katie let herself into Heather’s bedroom without waiting for her to reply. She marched over to the middle of the room and waited for Heather to shut her bedroom door and join her. Katie looked like she had gotten comfy since coming in from her day of shopping. She wore a much bigger varsity hoodie (probably borrowed from Chantelle) along with some very tight fitting sports shorts. Her long and limber legs were on display to Heather for the first time today. Not only did they look slim and sexy, they looked firm. Katie looked very fit at the moment, in every sense of the word. She looked like she would easily keep up with Heather on one of her 10 kilometre runs. She was also barefoot, Heather noticed. Christ! Hannah thought. She looked taller now than she had done all day, and she wasn’t even wearing shoes!

‘You ready to read me my digits?’ Katie asked. She threw her the tape measure, arched her back and straightened her neck up. Katie giggled. She looked to be enjoying this. Heather bent down and unwound the tape measure. Katie lifted up her heel and stood on the end of the tape. Heather stretched the tape up. Well up. She had to reach her arm high above her own head to reach the top of Katie’s head. She pulled the tape measure tight and announced the results. 

‘6, 3.” Oh my word Katie, you’re huge!’ Katie sniggered. She wasn’t expecting to be that big. She’d lost track. She was getting bored waiting for the others to get back and she had been giving herself an inch here and there all afternoon. But 6, 3” was big, granted. She hadn’t expected be this big.

‘Oops! This has been one hell of a growth spurt! How do those extra inches suit me?’ Katie said raising her arm up to strike a pose, grinning to herself. All Heather could do was stare up in awe at her towering friend. How had she grown so much, so quickly? There was no doubt in Heather’s mind now that she was causing her growth somehow. Christ knows how it was even possible. But judging by Katie’s relaxed approach to the whole state of affairs she must have known what was going on, Heather decided. Before Heather could question Katie further about her rapid expansion, Katie did something which made Heather's mind go blank. She rolled her hoodie up over her waist and over her head. All of a sudden Katie was topless. And not seeming in the slightest bit modest about it. It seemed that Katie’s new found growth had unlocked a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her.

‘Why aren’t you wearing a bra?’ Heather asked, surveying the bountiful bare bosom in front of her eyes.

‘None of the straps fit on mine.’ Heather could well imagine. If those things were big before, they were huge now, even comparatively. But it didn’t even look like her boobs needed a bra. Her breasts looked firmer and fuller than ever. Her nipples sprang to attention in the drafty room.

‘Aren’t you going to take the rest of my measurements then?’ said Kate, glancing down at her boobs.

‘Why do I need to measure your tits?’ Heather asked sternly.

‘Because,’ Katie started as she stepped forward, looming over Heather a bit. ‘Because I need some new bras, love. I can’t exactly walk around with my tits out forever, can I? I’d ask to borrow a pair of yours babe, but these girls are way too big for that now!’ she said giving her torso a bit of a jiggle. Hannah went slightly red in the cheeks. There was no way Katie would fit into one of Heather’s bras, she was only glad that Katie didn’t want to demonstrate this point practically. Heather was a modest B cup. She had a great beach bum, and a nice toned body, but busty she wasn’t. Not that she normally gave it much thought. But being more or less face to face with Katie’s giant bust was enough to make her feel slightly inadequate in the boob department.

‘So if you don’t mind,’ Katie said fluttering her eyelashes and handing her the tape measure. Heather crouched down to secure the tape tight around Katie’s bust. She didn’t need to crouch down far. Heather couldn’t see Katie’s face from her vantage point but she could tell that she was probably smiling. She must be loving every minute of this, Katie thought.

‘Chest, 38-39. Cup size... Jesus, I don’t know Katie. You’ve got to be about a G cup now. At least!’ 

‘Wow. Now that’s a lot of boob!’ Kate smiled, cupping her breasts and giving them a little jiggle.

‘Now do my bum!’ said Katie. Heather had to draw the line here.

‘Look Katie, your arse was huge enough before you started growing and it must have only gotten bigger! Why the hell do you want to measure it?’ This time it was Katie’s turn to flash red while Heather laughed.

‘Cheeky bitch!’ said Katie. With that she gave Heather’s bum a playful swat. It hurt Heather a bit more than she let on. She put it down to Katie not knowing her own strength at her new size.

‘Fair enough. I’ll have to do some more shopping after the weekend. I’ll just have to try on a few different sizes. You never know. I might be even bigger by then anyway!’ said Katie. Heather looked perplexed.

‘You think you’re going to grow even bigger this weekend? How big do you think you’re going to get?’ asked Heather, slightly worried.

‘Who knows?’ Katie stopped short of winking with her last comment. ‘Oh there was one other thing. I’m alright to borrow a pair of your jeans, aren’t I?’ she asked turning away from Heather and making her way to her closet.

‘Well, I guess... but I really don’t think they’ll –um –fit...’ Heather trailed off. Katie slid of her tight shorts without the greatest of ease and Heather was relieved to see that she was wearing a pair of knickers underneath. She went through a pile of clothes and picked out a pair of jeans. They were Heather’s favourite pair of jeans. The pair of jeans she wore around the house all the time. Katie put each of her long legs into the legs of the jeans. She tried pulling them up. It looked a futile effort. As she tugged at them, the bottoms were already up past Katie’s ankles and halfway up her calves. The jean legs were stretched so tight around Katie’s thighs that they looked like the skin of a sausage. Even with the zip and button undone the jeans couldn’t stretch halfway up her bum. Katie’s knickers were still on show. Katie stopped tugging at the jeans, realising they wouldn’t go any further. She paused silently for a second. Then she gave them one last tug. Suddenly the jeans seemed to slip round her waist with ease. The fabric around her legs and thighs seemed to stretch out like a balloon with a breath of air in it, and then settle back down, loose enough for comfortable movement. The hems seemed to settle down right on Katie’s ankles. They normally dragged along the floor when Heather wore them. Heather’s jeans looked almost tailor made for Katie now. With a satisfied smile Katie did up the zipper and button.

‘Nice fit, huh?’ said Katie, looking over her shoulder and smiling. The jeans fit snugly around her bum, just like they did when Heather normally wore them. Also it looked like all of a sudden Katie had the peachy, beach bum to go with the look. It seemed that the jeans were now the perfect size for her, and her bum was the perfect shape for the jeans.

‘I’ll be borrowing these for a while, okay?’ Heather was too shocked to argue. She didn’t bother asking how long Katie would be borrowing them for. They were Katie’s now.

‘No- no problem.’ Heather said.

‘Cheers babe!’ Katie squealed. She moved in to give Hannah a hug. Hannah didn’t seem to have much choice but to except it. Katie’s hearty squeeze pushed her boobs up right into Heather’s chin. She felt one of Katie’s stiff nipples on her neck.

‘Get psyched for tonight, love.’ Katie said on her way out of the door. ‘It’s going to be the best night ever!’

Good lord, Heather thought. What was going on? First my housemate starts to tower over me, then she’s stealing my clothes and magically making them fit her new body? What the hell is going on? she asked herself. The thing that worried Heather the most was that Katie just seemed to be getting started. Yes things look set to get a whole lot worse before they got any better. Heather lay back down.

Kate chuckled to herself on the way out of Heather’s room. She was right. That was very fun. It was just as she reached into her new jean pockets that she realised that her locket was still in her sport shorts pocket, which she’d left strewn across Heather’s floor for her to clean up. She panicked for a split second. Heather had the locket. Heather had the power. How could she have been so stupid! She was about to go back and knock on her door again but then she had an idea. 

She made a wish. She wished that the locket was in her new jeans pocket, instead of in her sport shorts. Instantly she felt something digging into her left thigh. She put her hand in the pocket and there was the locket. She breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that she could make a wish with the locket, without the locket even being in her possession raised more questions than it answered. How did the locket work? What were her limits with wishing? Could anyone else make wishes? Did she have to be within a certain radius of the locket for it to work? None of these questions were too pressing, so long as she had the locket, and the power. She had an idea. She made a few more wishes, to avoid any other slip ups. First of all she wished that nobody else apart from her could make wishes on her locket and that she herself had the power to grant wishes, only if she saw fit. Done. She was happy with the way she worded that. It didn’t seem to present any immediate loopholes. And secondly she wished that (if indeed she ever needed to in the first place) she didn’t need to carry the locket around with her. That instead, the wishing power was bestowed to her personally, and that she didn’t need the locket to make wishes. Basically, she wished that she could make wishes all by herself. Done. Did it work? There was only one way to try. Katie raised herself up another inch and made her new jeans fit accordingly. Did that mean it had worked? Katie couldn't be sure yet. Trial and error would tell.

Although there was no proof yet that she had transferred the locket’s power, Katie certainly felt different. It was as if the penny had just dropped. The magnitude of power that was hers to play with had just been realised. She felt a tingle in her belly. She couldn’t tell whether it was her imagination or not but she thought she could feel the power surging through her body. It’s was hers now. Since she was a young girl, Katie always had a certain degree of power. The way she talked to her friends. She always bossed them around. The way she talked of her parents. How well off she made them out to be and how lucky that had made her. And she was their little angel not to mention. They’d do anything for her. The way she talked about her older brothers. She told kids that they were both big, strong rugby players who would beat the snot out of any boys who were mean to her. The way she sucked up to all of her teachers, so that if she ever had an argument with another pupil, the teacher would always stick up for her. Even yesterday she had power. She was queen bee of the netball girls, her social group and even the unelected leader of her house mates.

Despite all this, she never felt like she had power. It always felt like she was pretending. Inside she felt like a bundle of nerves and insecurities loosely wound together and ready to fall apart at any minute. That someone was just waiting to point her out for the fraud she really was and laugh at her. Everyone would laugh at her if that happened. 

But everything had changed now. Now she had power. Real power. 100% unchecked, sovereign power! Girl power she laughed to herself. God, this was going to be fun! She was the one in charge now. She was going to call ALL of the shots!

Part 3

The rain was coming down fine but frequent like ocean spray, while the icy wind bellowed through the trees and the starless crow-black night peeked through the gaps in the branches that the wind left. This weather was Wales doing what Wales did best this time of year. Why the hell were they outside on a night like this? Jeff had to ask himself. Jeff thought it rained too much in England. It rained far too much in Wales. It never stopped raining. Jeff led the way on their walk through the woods. He wanted to get back out of the weather quickly, whereas Kerry and Thom trailed behind, deep in conversation.

‘Are there any sharks in the bay?’ asked Kerry.

‘Umm.’ Thom was taken aback by the sheer randomness of Kerry’s question. ‘There are a few Basking sharks I think,’ he replied.

‘Are they actual sharks?’

‘Well, the clue is in the name. What else would they be?’

'Well I don’t know! It’s like those whale sharks, they’re not whales or sharks are they? They’re just real big fish.’

‘Ha! Like the band!’ Jeff interjected from ahead of them.

‘Who?’ said Kerry.

‘The punk band? Reel big- Oh forget it.’ Jeff gave up. He put his ipod headphones in his ears and decided to make no more efforts to continue this inane conversation. Kerry and Thom carried on regardless. 

‘Sea-cows? Do you think there are any sea-cows in the bay?’ Kerry asked.

‘You should know. You’re a sea-cow aren’t you? said Thom.

‘Oi!’

‘You look like one!’

‘Don’t be mean!’ Kerry shoved Thom playfully and giggled. He grabbed her in a bear hug and pushed her up against the nearest tree. Off the path, Kerry looked up at her housemate. He still had his arms wrapped around her, tightly. She could feel his heart pumping in close proximity. She curled her lips toward him for a kiss. Thom took her hand tenderly and they embraced and kissed.

Jeff was walking slightly ahead of the other two. He looked back to notice that Kerry and Thom had ducked off the path out of sight. He waited on the path for a minute for them to reappear. He rolled his eyes. They were taking their time. He did the buttons on his coat all the way up and dropped his backside down onto the leafy ground and tried to make himself comfortable. After a few seconds he realised that this was a futile exercise on the damp, gritty ground. He gave up and lit a cigarette instead. 

Kerry and Thom had been at this for weeks now. They hadn’t yet announced it to the rest of the house but they had been sneaking around and sharing beds for weeks. They were a secret couple. Jeff only hoped that they weren’t going to keep it up for as long as Monica and Chandler did in Friends. He hoped that it would be out soon. Keeping it a secret was starting to become a massive drag. 

Thom could taste Kerry’s candy lip gloss. Everything about her looked, tasted or smelled sweet and the taste of her lips was no exception. He put a hand on her firm rump and pulled her closer in. He brushed his hand over her breast. As a breast man, they had to be the best part of Kerry’s figure. Particularly, Thom deduced, because they seemed to sprout up and out of nowhere. Kerry was slim and petite but she wore a D cup. Those fleshy orbs rose high and proud on her unblemished chest. She wasn't one for low cut tops or racy hemlines and Thom hadn’t fully noticed or appreciated them until the first time he unclasped her overfilled bra. Suffice to say his first gander at Kerry’s bountiful breast flesh and rosy nipples came as a very pleasant surprise. Just the thought of the ample bosom hiding under Kerry’s blouse was enough to get Thom worked up. He cupped her right breast and massaged it softly. Kerry sighed in pleasure, her nipple hardened in response to Thom’s touch. After a few minutes they came up for air. Kerry brushed Thom’s hand off her chest. She was cautious of getting too excited here in the woods. Instead she flashed a smile full of secrets at Thom. Thom winked back.

‘Hey, where’s... Oh.‘ Kerry started her question but then noticed Jeff sat down, wearing an irate frown.

‘Have you guys quite finished?’ asked Jeff gruffly. Kerry blushed while Thom smirked.

‘Sorry.’ Kerry smiled. 

‘Oh no! Don’t mind me. I’m just freezing my arse off hanging around for you two!’ Jeff looked and sounded like a prudent, uptight troll, sat on the wet floor cross legged, complaining like this. 

‘Why don’t you cheer up?’ said Thom. Jeff was going to snap back, but then he paused. He seemed to catch wind of what he was sounding like and held his tongue instead. He sighed and smiled, picking himself up off the floor.

‘Let’s get going then. I’ve got a date with destiny. I’m pulling tonight! She won’t know what hit her!’ Jeff proudly announced.

‘Poor her!’ said Thom.


~ 

Katie thought about the many things she could do with her new power. Her options seemed so limitless that she struggled to make a list of things she wanted. When you can have everything, what is there really to want? Money? She wished for two 100 pound notes to be in her purse. Done. She looked in her purse and there were two crisp 100 pound notes in her pocket. Did she want it? She couldn’t decide. The best way to find out whether she wanted that money was to spend it. Wait a second, she thought. Was there such a thing as a 100 pound note? She’d never seen one so she wasn’t sure. Did the Bank of England issue any notes higher than a 50 pound note? She changed them to four 50 pound notes. The implications of her last wish had dawned on her. Had she just changed reality and brought the 100 pound note into existence? Maybe. Probably not that important, she thought. It’s probably best not to think about it.

She thought of other things she wanted. Did she want a law degree? Sure. It paled in comparison to the some of the things she wanted, and could have now. But she still wanted one. She could just wish to be a graduate, but she was still having too much fun being a student and she was going to have even more fun now. She found some classes were boring. She could make herself super smart so that she could pass her exams without having to attend class. On the other hand, Mr Bury, her tutor, was cute. That was one of the perks of going into class. Her mind raced. She wondered how fun it might be if her tutor suddenly developed a schoolboy crush on her. If all of a sudden Mr Bury, a handsome, smart and married man fell head over heels in love with her. How funny would it be if he found himself inexplicably drooling over her, doodling love hearts and her name all over his lecture notes in seminars. What if his face flushed red and his voice quivered every time she raised her hand and answered a question in class? And better still what if Mr Bury couldn’t help but give her an A for every piece of work, no matter how half thought and and rubbish her work was, because he had a burning desire to please her. She could get used to that sort of extra attention! She smiled and flushed warm at the thought.

By the time Katie had come out of her room, fully dressed and ready to go out, she had to duck to get under the doorframe. At her current height of 6,5” the doorframe would have just grazed the hair on the top o her head, giving her just enough leeway to walk through but with the extra inches of her brand new high heels she had to crouch to get through the door. Katie drank in her new perspective. She loved the view up here. The house was starting to look too small for her. The door to her room, the hallway, it was all starting to feel more like a kids playhouse than the flat she was used to. This was a good thing because she was in the mood to play. She was filled with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the world looked like at this height. As Katie reached the landing she heard the front door, downstairs open. She could hear the distinct voices of Kerry and the boys echoing through the hallway as they made their way through the front door. Katie waited back at the top of the stairs as Kerry and the boys made their way into the kitchen. She was determined to give them all a big surprise as she unveiled the much bigger, more beautiful, brand new Katie.

‘Are you ready yet?’ Chantelle shouted up the stairs. ‘The taxi will be here soon, Katie! Hurry the hell up!’ Chantelle was checking the watch on her phone impatiently, Heather sat at the kitchen table, fidgeting nervously with the straps on her handbag. Kerry sat on the kitchen table, swinging her legs back and forth and playing with her hair. Jeff and Thom were chugging cans.

‘What’s up Heather? You’ve hardly said a word this evening,’ Said Kerry, swivelling on the table to face her quiet friend.

‘Huh? Oh nothing I’m just thinking.’ Kerry shrugged. There seemed to be something up with Heather, not just because she was being quiet. There was unease etched all over her face. Heather was different from the rest of the girls. Not at face value. But in moments like this you could just about see it. If you happened to catch a glimpse into those emerald eyes as they stared out into space, just before she noticed you were looking at her and snapped out of it, then you’d realise that she was different. She loved the rest of the girls, and they loved her, but at times you could almost tell that she wasn’t one of them. It was almost like she had to pretend, she had to make an effort to fit into the group. She wasn’t one of the gang. She wasn’t one of the girly girls. She was an individual. A beautiful and unique individual. You could know Heather for years and still feel like you hardly knew her at all. She kept her cards close to her chest, did Heather. Katie on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Katie would say what she sees and do what she wanted. Katie didn’t have a game plan like Heather seemed to. 

Kerry continued guessing at the pained look in Heather’s eyes. Heather noticed that Kerry was watching her. She shook her head and gave Kerry her sincerest plastic smile. Kerry beamed a real one back. There she goes playing pretend again, thought Kerry. For a ‘ditz’ Kerry could be surprisingly perceptive sometimes.

‘What’s that girl doing up there?’ asked Kerry, now standing in the doorway alongside Chantelle. They listened to the commotion upstairs they could hear a hairdryer whooshing loudly over a dance track on Katie’s radio. The hairdryer stopped, shortly after so did the dance track. Next they heard the heavy clicking of heals on the stairs. Kerry watched Katie on her way down the stairs. Something looked different about her, she couldn’t place it when she was at the top of the stairs, but as Katie got closer and closer, she seemed to get bigger and bigger. When Katie reached the bottom stairs it finally hit Kerry. Katie was humongous! In a few large strides Katie was by Kerry’s side. Kerry looked up in awe. She had never had to tilt her head this far up to greet her. Katie was over a foot taller than her. 

‘Hey shorty!’ Katie gave Kerry a spirited hug. She lifted her clear off the ground. Kerry yelped in fear and surprise.

‘Wow, you’re light!’ She bounced Kerry on her hip to emphasize this.

‘Can you put me down now please!’ Kerry pleaded. Katie giggled. She put Kerry down and then patted the top of her head.

‘I like your dress! It’s really cute! How does mine look?’ Katie did a twirl. The black dress clung tightly to her round and shapely ass, the hem on her skirt ended halfway down her firm thighs. Katie looked anything but cute. She was sexy. 

Katie leant into the kitchen. The bottom side of her cleavage rested on the top of Kerry’s head as she bent over. Kerry felt nervous with one of those bazookas pressing into the back of her head. Katie’s cleavage could easily swallow up Kerry’s whole head if Katie wasn’t being careful or decided to be playfully mean. Those breasts would surely smother Kerry if Katie pressed them into her face. They were a health and safety hazard! Katie addressed the rest of her friends in the kitchen.

‘Are all of you ready for a great night? I sure am. Boys and girls, tonight is the sort of night where dreams come true! Just look at me! I started today a slightly taller than average, slightly overweight 19 year old girl. Now I’m a 6, 5” sexpot! I’ve got the body of my dreams and I feel like the queen of flat 48! And if you boys and girls are good tonight, and you make sure I have a great night then you might just get what you want too!’ This was true to a certain extent. As long as her friends catered to her every whim, and didn’t do anything to displease her tonight, and what they wanted was by extension what she wanted, then she might grant a few wishes tonight. Why not? Her friends were silently staring up at her in awe. It was only Heather who was getting marginally used to this tall and sexy behemoth version of Katie.

‘You -you did this to yourself?’ stuttered Kerry. Katie smiled but didn’t answer Kerry’s question.

‘How did you do it? You’re bloody huge!’ said Thom Staring up in awe. Thom and Chantelle were the closest rivals to Katie’s height. At 6,1” and 6,2” comparatively. But Katie positively dwarfed the rest of them. As they started to make their way to meet the taxi, Katie purposely made sure she was the last to leave the room. She stood in the doorway as each of her friends made their way past her. They had to squeeze their way past the doorframe as Katie took up a lot of room, and seemed reluctant to make room for her friends. It seemed she was soaking in her new statue. She was getting used to the fact that she stood head and shoulders above all of her friends now. Standing in the doorway, letting each of them squirm past her giant frame was her way of getting them used to the new order of things. Things were going to be a bit different now, with queen Katie at the helm! 

Jeff at 5,9” wriggled nervously past his newly huge housemate in the doorway.

‘What do you think, huh? Would you call me an elephant now?’ Katie asked with a slightly menacing look in her eyes.

‘No,’ Jeff said. 

‘That’s right, I bet you wouldn’t. I could trample you just the same though, you know?’ Katie sneered. She stomped her high heel against the linoleum kitchen floor for emphasis. ‘So what do you say then?’

‘S –sorry,’ Jeff stuttered.

‘I bet you are. Now make it up with a kiss!’ Katie bent down, as she did her full cleavage pushed forward to the front of her dress. With the assistance of gravity, her huge breasts dangled forward so heavily that they threatened to pop out of the front of the little black number. Katie noticed Jeff’s undivided attention to her rack and smirked. She offered her cheek.

‘Come on! Kiss me quick or I’ll find something else for you to kiss!’ She leaned forward so her cheek was inches away from Jeff’s face. Jeff slowly inched forward. As he puckered his lips Katie turned her head and clamped her larger lips around Jeff’s and stole a full blown kiss. She stifled a laugh as she looked into Jeff’s eyes, her face, inches away from his. Her hot breath smelled sweet like honey. She slowly stood back up without taking her eyes off Jeff, her head inching higher and higher. She stared down at him, revelling in their new height difference.

‘Now you better not step out of line again Jeffy! You’ll be kissing my other cheeks next time, or maybe I’ll think of something else that you can kiss!’ She gave him a sultry wink and pout.

‘You’re forgiven! Now gimmie a hug!’ she ordered. She wrapped her long arms around Jeff and pressed him tightly against her chest. His chin rested in the small of Katie’s cleavage, while each of Katie’s voluptuous mounds pressed against his cheeks as well as the rest of the side of his head. Katie grabbed the back of his head and pushed it further into her soft meat pillows. He was enveloped in the thick sweet smell of the perfume on her bosom. After a few seconds she let him go. Jeff looked dizzy when he came up for air. It looked like all the blood in his body had suddenly rushed to his head, all but the blood being occupied by his nether regions. He seemed a little shell-shocked. A goofy smile crossed his mouth.

Katie chuckled as Jeff squeezed past her on the way out to the taxi. She pinched his bum as he walked past. Why had she done that to Jeff? She wasn’t sure. Partly to put the boy in his place she deduced. Partly because she thought Jeff was cute. But mainly she did it because she thought it would be funny. She just felt like doing it. And it felt good. She didn’t need an excuse to do what felt good anymore; she could do whatever she felt like doing! Who could stop her?

Part 4

The taxi was one of those minibus ones. It needed to be for all 6 friends to all fit in, but it was also just as well because Katie’s new stature needed a whole lot more leg room. Jeff got an eyeful of Katie’s spectacularly big and firm rump as she squeezed into the taxi before him. Katie plonked herself right in the middle of her two girlfriends so that Kerry and Heather sat either side of her. She stretched her arms across the back of the car seat, wrapping her long arms around the necks of Kerry and Heather to their annoyance. Thom and Jeff sat down on the seats facing them, while Chantelle sat up front to give the taxi driver directions.

‘This is cosy, isn’t it?’ Katie chuckled. Both girls looked slightly unnerved. Both of their heads were uncomfortably close to her jiggling breasts as she laughed. Katie stretched out her lengthy legs, making herself comfortable. They found their way in between Jeff’s legs and under his seat.

‘I’ve got to put them somewhere, don’t I?’ Katie reasoned, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. 

‘Sure, I guess.’ Jeff replied.

‘Feel free to give my feet a rub while you’re over there,’ she said cheekily.

‘Well I’m not sure about that.’

‘Shame. I would have made it worth your while,’ Katie said with a wink. Jeff gulped. It was getting too hot in this cab. 

Katie seemed to get bored and bold halfway through the journey because her bare feet ended up on Jeff’s lap. Her heel was edging dangerously close to his crotch. Katie seemed aware of this as she rotated her ankles and incidentally brushed his excitable member with her heel. She had a ‘cat with the cream’ smile on her face. She scrunched her toes idly while she talked to her girlfriends.

‘Mike and his hunky rugby friends might be there tonight. I get first dibs!’ said Katie.

‘All yours. I think Mike and his friends are a bunch of Neanderthals,’ replied Heather.

‘Well they’re hot Neanderthals! All those hulking muscles do it for me!’ Katie was looking right at Jeff while she was talking. It was hard to gauge her intentions. Jeff wasn’t good with girls at the best of times. He just couldn’t get what was going on in their heads. He put it down to not having any sisters. What Katie was up to was as much a mystery to him as quantum physics was. Did she like him, or was she teasing? He liked her more than ever. She was pretty before, but good god did she wear that extra height well. Now she was sexy as hell! Was she still punishing him for what happened at the start of the year?

‘Who’s paying my fare?’ asked Katie.

‘Well, you presumably!’ said Thom.

‘Don’t be silly. We girlies are so hot tonight that it’s criminal! And guess what? Crime don’t pay!’ Katie broke into a full blown laughing fit at her own joke. It was a bizarre thing to watch such a big woman break into giggles like a school girl.

‘Cheers Jeff. You’re a sweetie!’ she said after composing herself. She squeezed her tall frame and juicy rump out of the minibus door, leaving Jeff behind her to pay the taxi driver. Jeff parted with a 10 pound note from his wallet and then joined his friends on the pavement outside the club.

Katie received a plethora of different looks from the people in the queue at the club. None of the club-goers were used to seeing a girl as tall and sexy as her. Some of the girls shot daggers from their eyes while others just looked up at her enviously. Some of the guys were drooling over her, dreamily trying to picture her naked, while the rest of the guys were trying to give her their best sexy eyes. Katie got a little flutter in her stomach. Suffice to say she was enjoying the added attention. Jeff, Heather and Kerry started making their way to the back of the queue.

‘What are you doing guys?’ asked Katie.

‘Erm, queuing, love?’

‘Don’t be silly! I don’t queue. I’m a VIP!’

‘We’re on the VIP list?’

‘We are now!’ Katie marched up to the front door to the annoyance of every female member of the queue who was standing in line impatiently. She went up to talk to doorman. The bouncers were a bit taken aback by Katie. As pretty big blokes they weren't used to looking up at people, especially not teenage girls.

‘Hi. We’re the Very Important Persons. We don’t need to queue. Our names are on the list.’ Katie told the doorman.

‘What’s your name darling?’ the doorman asked.

‘It should be under Katie +5,’ she replied.

‘Right, well we’re a little full at the moment so you’re gonna have to wait a minute,’ he said.

‘Don’t be silly! It’s freezing out here. Have you not seen how short this dress is?’ Katie hiked her dress up her thigh playfully, giving the bouncer an eyeful of her long and shapely legs. He was agonizingly short of getting a flash of her knickers. The doorman’s mind raced. He tried to compose himself by looking down at the list on his clipboard. Katie made a wish that they’d be on the VIP list. Not that she needed to. The doorman couldn’t keep his eyes off her for long enough to find her name on the list. His cheeks had gone red. Katie giggled. It amused her just how easily she’d made such a tough looking bloke completely lose his cool. She must be some stunner now. She relished the thought.

‘Right, welcome to the club. H –have a good evening guys!’ the doorman nervously managed.

‘Cheers babe! You too!’ Katie thought about doing something hugely inappropriate like giving the bouncer a hug but thought better of it. Let’s just get into the club first, she said to herself. There’s plenty of time for more fun at other people’s expense. Pace yourself girl! Jeff sniggered at the bouncer on his way past, seemingly insensitive to the fact that Katie had put him in the exact same position a mere ten minutes ago.

When they all got to the bar a bottle of Cordon Rouge was on ice waiting for them. The bartender handed them a card with their champagne glasses. Katie read it out.

‘Dear Katie, (Queen of the dance floor) a big thanks to you and your friends for coming out tonight. Have the first one on us! Lots of love from the management staff. Kiss, kiss.’

‘Wow free champagne! You’re a legend Katie! Since when have you been a VIP at this place?’ asked Thom.

‘Since tonight!’ Katie answered enigmatically.

‘Well whatever you did, great job! This is awesome!’ said Kerry. Chantelle huffed.

‘Well I can’t drink that. I hate champagne. I don’t want to be burping all night, do I?’ Chantelle clicked her fingers and learn over the bar to get the barmaids attention.

‘Double Bacardi and coke, no ice. Quickly. As fast as your little legs can carry you!’ Chantelle sniggered. The barmaid grit her teeth but said nothing. Instead she made Chantelle her drink.

‘2.95,’ the barmaid announced flatly. Chantelle pulled a 20 pound note out of her bra but then remembered she had some smaller change in her purse. She pulled 3 pounds out of her bag and handed the coins to the barmaid.

‘Keep the change,’ said Chantelle.

‘What? 5 pence?’ asked the infuriated barmaid.

‘It’s better that nothing,’ replied Chantelle.

‘Yeah, by exactly 5 pence!’

‘Well why don’t you put it in your little piggy bank, and maybe one day you might be able to save up for a decent sized pair of tits!’ Chantelle said, laughing and stuffing the 20 pound note back into her well filled bra. She adjusted her top to ensure plenty of ample cleavage was on display to emphasize her point. The barmaid huffed and stormed away, she started putting glasses away, slamming every one onto the shelf.

Katie stood stunned at her friends little outburst. Katie could just about find her little dig at the barmaid amusing, but snubbing the champagne was a big ‘no, no.’ Chantelle would have to watch out, Katie thought. Katie wasn’t impressed so far. Chantelle better not step out of line any further, she thought to herself.

The guys stayed at the bar and did shots, while Katie, Kerry, Heather and Chantelle met up with the rest of the netball girls on the dance floor. They all hugged and kissed while Katie was bombarded with the understandably predictable questions such as ‘What the hell happened to you?’ and ‘How does someone go from 5,6” to 6,5” from a growth spurt.’ After Katie’s friends had exhausted their line of questioning, and had given up with Katie, who wasn’t very forth willing with her answers, they had a dance.

There were plenty of guys on the dance floor checking them out Katie noticed. She noticed that several sets of eyes were resting on her. She noticed, to her annoyance, that Chantelle was trying to outdo the rest of the girls. Chantelle had signalled one guy over to dance with her. She wasted no time in grabbing him by the waist and introducing herself. He was her typical catch; dark handsome and a couple of inches shorter than her. She liked men to be a little shorter than her. 'A man needs to be manageable’ she always bragged. Katie huffed in annoyance, Chantelle always had to try and steal the show. She was now dancing enthusiastically with the guy, giving him her most flirtatious of smiles.

Suddenly someone else caught Katie’s eye on the edge of the dance floor. Katie spotted a girl she recognised from the netball reserves team. She was called Fi, Katie seemed to remember. At Katie’s old height she looked small, but now she looked absolutely tiny! Katie guessed that she was just shy of 5 foot. Possibly 4,11” or something. God knows what she was trying to prove to herself by joining the netball team. It clearly wasn’t her sport! Fi was seemingly glued to the edge of the dance floor. She hadn’t made her way across it to greet Katie. Instead she nervously waited for the other girls to rejoin her, briefly exchanging words with a few of the far less popular netball girls. What was in a height, Katie asked herself? It must have been a little intimidating for her, having to look up to nearly everyone in the club. It must be a bit daunting on a night out. Katie found it annoying enough getting bumped into on the dance floor but it must be pure misery for a girl like her. She must fear that any heavy bump could send her sprawling across the dance floor. That would be embarrassing. Katie waved to her. She waved back.

She looked back around to Chantelle. She had moved in closer with the guy and was now whispering in his ear. She undid the top two buttons on his shirt and started tracing a figure eight on his chest with her fingernail. Katie was getting sick of the Chantelle show. She moved over to them and tapped her friend on the shoulder. The guy did a double take when he saw the size of Katie. He looked her all the way up and back down again. His goofy smile indicating that he liked what he saw. Katie might have appreciated the attention if there weren’t other things on her mind.

‘Can I borrow you a second?’ Katie asked Chantelle with a forced sweetness. 

‘Can’t you see I’m busy?’ Chantelle replied, hardly taking her eyes off the guy.


‘It’s urgent!’ Chantelle sighed and turned to her dance partner. 

‘I need to talk to my friend for a bit. Why don’t you get us some drinks?’ She said, sending the guy over to the bar.

‘What is it?’ Chantelle asked briskly.

‘What are you doing?’ Katie snapped.

‘What? I’m just having a little fun!’

‘Well we’ve just got here! Don’t go copping off with some guy already!’

‘I’m not going anywhere. It’s just a bit of flirty, dirty dancing! Calm down you prude. He’s cute!’

‘Well we came out for a group night out. Promise you won’t leave yet!’

‘Fine I won’t. I’d ask you to promise not to cop off early too, but that never seems to happen!’ Chantelle giggled. Katie frowned at her little personal dig.

‘Look, just come and dance with us, okay?’ Katie said sternly. Chantelle followed Kate back to the rest of their friends. They started dancing together again. Katie turned her attention back to the short girl at the edge of the dance floor. She waved her over. The tiny girl looked reluctant at first. She looked anxious and hesitant. Katie waved her over again. She made her way cautiously over the dance floor.

‘It’s Fi isn’t it?’ asked Katie. Fi nodded meekly. ‘Dance with us, babe.’ The three of them started dancing. Fi moved awkwardly and self consciously, while Chantelle was putting on an overt display with her dancing. Suddenly Katie had a great idea. A coy smile crept across her face. 

Katie Put her hand on the top of Chantelle’s head, she patted it a few times and then pushed her head down. Chantelle began to shrink, her whole body dwindling down in the direction of Katie’s hand. Katie stopped shrinking her friend when she stood the same height as Fi, 4,11." Then almost as a form of symmetry she put her hand under Fi’s chin and started to pull her head up. Fi’s limbs stretched upward as her whole frame stretched outward. Her mouth was agape in shock as she rose higher and higher. She stared at her elongating body in stunned silence. Katie finally stopped when she reached Chantelle’s former height; the comparatively much larger 6,2.”

Katie scrunched up her face, judging her handiwork. She wasn’t yet satisfied. She waved her hand over Chantelle’s cleavage. Her sizeable D cups dwindled away to A cups, Fi’s bra size. Katie then waved her hand over Fi’s chest, inflating Fi’s breasts into bra busting D cups. Fi stared down at her new chest in awe, an ecstatic look on her face. Katie clicked her fingers and all of a sudden Chantelle’s racy dress was on Fi, and Fi’s much more modest attire was on Chantelle’s shrunken body. Feeling naughty, Katie left them wearing the same bra and panties that they originally were, Chantelle’s being far too big and baggy, Fi’s being too small and tight. Chantelle looked up at the now towering Fi in shock and despair. Fi gazed down surprised but pleased with her new vantage point.

‘Oh my GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO KATIE?’ Chantelle shouted. Katie couldn’t help but giggle at her angry pint-sized friend.

‘Relax! I’ll change you back later, but let’s keep it like this for a while,’ said Katie. She patted her friend on the head. Chantelle flinched at her touch instinctively, unsurprising considering what happened last time Katie had her hand on her head.

‘Why would you do this to me?’ Chantelle asked.

‘Because you were getting boring! Besides you’re much cuter like this!’ Katie bent all the way down to give her a big hug. The height difference between the two friends now was staggering. Stood straight Chantelle didn’t even reach Katie’s breasts. She looked like a child in comparison. Fi was getting used to her taller frame. She unhooked her far bra to make way far her burgeoning breasts,it was far too small now. She put it in her handbag. She gave them a bit of a jiggle, impressed with their new size. Chantelle's panties started slipping down. She held them up frantically, and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

‘Why don’t you go and adjust your outfit?’ suggested Katie. Chantelle rushed off to the bathroom. Fi had a huge grin on her face.

‘Thank you SO much! This is AMAZING!’ Fi shrieked with glee and gave Katie a big hug.

‘Why don’t you go and have some fun, babe?’ Katie said with a wink. Fi smiled. She looked confident and sexy, and eager to put her new body to good use.

Chantelle got pushed and bumped several times on the way to the bathroom. It was truly a horrible experience for her having everybody loom over her. It was a new experience and she didn’t like it at all. She felt like a little kid in a room full of adults. In the bathroom she had to ditch her knickers, seen as they were far too big for her now. She’d gone commando on a night out plenty of times, but this time she didn’t feel all that good to do it. It usually made her feel sexy, but now the fact that her modesty was only covered by her skirt made her feel vulnerable. She got rid of the bra, which proved less problematic as she didn’t need it tonight. She hadn’t been this flat chested since she was 11 years old. It felt horrible. As she left the cubicle a group of taller girls were doing their makeup in the bathroom mirror. One of them spotted Chantelle.

‘I hope she’s brought her ID. She doesn’t look old enough to be here!’ The other girls sniggered. Chantelle would normally have called her a bitch but tonight she wasn’t feeling brave enough. 

When she came back from the bathroom, Fi was grinding up against the guy that Chantelle had been dancing with 5 minutes ago. Whatever inhibitions she seemed to cling to before she had gained Chantelle’s height had completely disappeared. She looked to be a powerful presence at her new height. She was gyrating with this guy like a wild party animal. She licked her lips hungrily. She grabbed one of the guy’s hands and clasped it over one of her breasts. The look on her face suggested that his touch filled her with a host of new sensations never felt by her old breasts. She gasped and shut her eyes, then squeezed his bum and pulled him close in. She pressed her larger body against his, rubbing her crotch against his thigh. She leant down and whispered something into his ear, then nibbled his earlobe playfully. A big grin crossed her lips and she grabbed hold of his crotch and planted a wet one on his lips.

‘Hey! What’s she doing! That’s MY man!’ Chantelle snapped. She started in their direction, with every intention to march her little legs over to them and split them up and possibly throttle Fi. She was seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was a good foot shorter than Fi now, and was now by no means a match for her. Katie grabbed her friend by the arm and hauled her back over.

‘Whoah! Where do you think you’re going short stack? I told you, you’re dancing with us!’ 

For the next few minutes Fi and her new man barely came up for a breath of air. Chantelle’s cheeks burnt bright red as she watched them her stomach churned with jealousy and despair. Katie, on the other hand, loved every minute of this. She had put her friend in her place and brought a little fun into a little girl’s life by making her a much bigger one. Fi whispered something else in the guys ear, and he nodded his head vigorously. They made their way towards the front door, arm in arm. The guy tried to hide the bulge in his pocket which Fi had given him. 

‘Where’s she going? Don’t let her go Katie! I want my height back!’

‘Oh don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll give your height back tomorrow. Boy! She was really working those extra inches well, wasn’t she?’

‘That’s my height, my boobs! You can’t just take them away and give them to someone else!’ Chantelle said, nearly in tears.

‘Wasn’t that also the guy you were dancing with earlier that she’s going home with?’ Katie asked with a smirk.

‘It’s not fair!’ Chantelle pleaded.

‘Oh leave off! Let her have some fun tonight! We’ll get your height back in the morning. God knows she hasn’t been laid in a while! She deserves a bit of fun! I doubt she will be able to work your body as well as you do but I’m sure whatever she lacks in experience she’ll make up for in enthusiasm!’ 

‘She wouldn’t even know what to do with him!’ Chantelle grumbled.

'Well judging by how she was grinding on him and how she practically dragged him out of the front door, I’m sure that she’ll work it out. Don’t worry, I bet he’ll have a great night!’

Chantelle and Katie joined the rest of their friends who were all surprised to see the shrunken Chantelle. Chantelle told them all how Katie had stolen her height and given it away to Fi. Kerry scolded Katie for being mean, but couldn’t help but concede that she was happy for Fi. Nobody else seemed particularly sympathetic, least of all Katie.

‘Now who's having some shots?’ Katie asked her friends. They all agreed. ‘And who’s getting them in? Thom?’ Thom sighed and got his wallet out.

‘Oh look Chantelle! It’s your favourite barmaid!’ The same girl who served Chantelle earlier was pouring the shots for Thom. She did a double take when she saw Chantelle. She was sure she looked bigger last time she saw her. She must have been standing on a stool earlier, she reasoned. She stopped pouring the drinks and leant down, putting her face right into Chantelle’s, whose head didn’t come that far over the bar itself.

‘I'm sorry but I’ll need to see your ID if you want one of these,’ the barmaid said smugly, a sneer crossing her lips. All the bravado from Chantelle earlier had disappeared. She seemed absolutely stripped of her confidence at this height. She nodded meekly, and went into her purse for her driver’s licence.

’19?’ The barmaid said, surveying the licence. ‘Shouldn’t you have hit puberty by now?’ Chantelle went bright red, she’d never been so embarrassed. ‘Aww what’s wrong? Did you lose your Wonder Bra too?’ Katie held in a giggle as Chantelle went a shade deeper. The barmaid handed her ID back and poured the rest of the drinks.

‘Cheers guys!’ Katie said as the friends toasted their shots and knocked them back. ‘Right, I need to nip to the little girls’ room but then we can get off to the next club,’ Katie announced. ‘You coming Heather?’

‘Sure!’ Heather beamed. Following her to the girls room. Thom and Jeff carried on their conversation about football, while Kerry gave Chantelle a hug and stroked her hair. It was an unusual experience for Kerry. She wasn’t used to being taller than Chantelle, or many people at that. A part of her liked that Chantelle now had to look up to her, but most of her was feeling sorry for Chantelle. She looked like she was having a terrible night.

Katie and Heather came back from the girls’ room. Katie’s feet were starting to ache, so she swapped her high heels for a pair of sandals. She realised that this made her a bit shorter, which she wasn’t pleased with. She’d gotten used to her vantage point tonight. When she got back to her friends she slowly inched herself up another three inches while they watched in amazement. Her toes crept out of her sandals a bit more, while her dress inched up her thigh. She stopped at 6,8.” 

‘Ah. That’s better!’ She sighed, looking down at her friends, drinking up their envy and admiration.

‘Right, let’s get on to the next one! The night’s still young!’ She announced. The gang grabbed their coats and headed to the door. ‘Do you want a piggyback Chantelle?’ Katie asked on the way out of the front door.

Part 5

Katie insisted on giving Chantelle a piggyback. No doubt to rub in the nearly 2 foot difference in size between them. That wasn’t the only thing that Katie was rubbing however. Chantelle wasn’t wearing any knickers. The movement of Katie’s quick, bounding footsteps was making Chantelle’s bare pussy rub up and down the back of Katie’s silk dress. The soft fabric rubbing up and down her lips sent tingles through her body. Despite Chantelle’s annoyance and embarrassment at her belittlement, she was getting really turned on. Every ten paces or so when she felt Chantelle slipping down her bottom, Katie would throw Chantelle up onto her back a bit, adjusting her grip on her friends sprawled legs. The jolts were sending Chantelle’s whole body into shivers. She cursed her body for betraying her and prayed that she wouldn’t get wet. She let out a soft, low moan. Katie didn’t seem to be taxing herself in the slightest. She hadn’t struggled or complained with her friend’s weight once. Chantelle was in awe of how big and strong and sexy- Sexy? Where the hell had that come from? Chantelle wondered. She couldn’t think straight, literally. She was getting very warm in her nether regions. She looked at Katie’s expansive back. She resisted the burning urge to pepper her big and beautiful back with kisses and nuzzle into her neck. She was getting very hot and bothered.

‘Can you-‘ Chantelle gasped. ‘Can you put me down now, please?’

‘What’s wrong babe? You not comfortable?’ Katie lowered her down to the floor. Chantelle breathed a sigh of relief and was glad to see that there wasn’t a wet patch on Katie’s dress. ‘Here, I’ve got a better idea, anyway!’ Katie said. Katie put her head between her legs and grabbed hold of her thighs, Chantelle yelped as Katie stood up to her full height. Now Chantelle was sat on Katie’s shoulders, very high off the ground.

‘There ya go. Now you get to see what feels like to be as tall as me!’ Katie giggled. ‘It’s a great view isn’t it?’ Chantelle couldn’t focus on the view, her eyes were glazed. The feeling of the coils of Katie’s red locks brushing over her pubic hair, rubbing against her open legs and warm lips was too much! Chantelle was gushing. She couldn’t help but grind her pelvis firmly into Katie’s neck. Oh god, she thought. If only Katie’s head was turned around, then her long, hot and wet tongue could be lapping me up right now -GOOD GOD! BAD THOUGHTS! Chantelle thought. Oh god, she thought. What if she can smell me? Chantelle’s cheeks burned red with shame.

‘Right, we’re here. Sorry, short stuff but the ride’s over for now. Hope you enjoyed it!’ Katie lowered Chantelle to the floor. Chantelle’s knees were wobbling; she was so flustered that her knees had turned to jelly. Propping herself up with one hand on Katie’s firm, robust midsection was all she could do to stop herself from swooning.

‘It was a bit... overwhelming,’ said Chantelle faintly. Katie giggled. The rest of the friends looked puzzled.

It was the same routine to get into this nightclub. The bouncers were besieged by the tallest, sexiest student girl they’d ever seen and the 6 friends got in for free, much to the irritation of the other patrons in the queue. Katie and her friends could get used to this sort of treatment.

Another round of drinks was followed by some more dancing. Katie had enough admirers on the dance floor already, but in Katie’s world there was no such thing as ‘enough.’ She tweaked her pheromones into overdrive. There was suddenly a very sweet smell wafting across the dance floor. It sent more than a few hearts racing. A lot more sets of eyes settled on Katie. Girls’ eyes were full of admiration for her, while the guys’ eyes were red with lust. They had figured that the pleasant smell was coming from her, but they couldn’t decipher what the smell was. What did it smell like? Honey? Candied apple, quince, plum or curd? Syrup tinted with cinnamon? Whatever it was it sure beat a bottle of Chanel. The guys around her were going crazy. They looked like they were in heat. 

She swayed her voluptuous body rhythmically to the music, lathering in all the attention. She turned her back on some of the guys. It was easy to snub a guy when you were 6,8.” She could hardly even hear the advances of some of the toads from all the way up there. The boys who she thought were cute, she ducked down to talk to. She gave them an eyeful of her G-cup breasts as she bent over to flirt. One or two guys lost it at this point and had to excuse themselves. Visions of her supple, lilywhite breasts overflowing from the top of her black dress were too much to handle for them. A few of the luckier, more composed men got a pash on the lips and a squeeze on the bum from Katie, but that was about all they could take. Katie was too much to take in for all but the reddest blooded of men tonight. She would have been starting to get frustrated now if she wasn’t enjoying watching them all squirm. She was horny as hell.

Jeff was watching the show go into full throttle. He was seething at Katie’s display. Katie was oblivious to how jealous she was making him. She just seemed consumed in the moment. He tore his eyes off her. He’d seen enough of Katie tonight. He went to the bar.

‘Shot of tequila,’ he said gruffly. The barman got him his drink. Jeff didn’t even bother with the lime and salt. He wanted it to burn and it did, like bile and battery acid. ‘Another,’ he announced. The barman refilled his glass. He knocked another back. The second one tasted worse rather than better. ‘And one more.’ The barman looked concerned and disdainful but he refilled his glass regardless.

‘You gonna pay for these already?’ Jeff handed him a crumpled 10.

‘Keep the change. You look like you need it,’ said Jeff.

‘Prick,’ the barman muttered. Thom found Jeff at the bar.

‘What are you doing here? We’re all dancing!’

‘Well I’m not in the mood.’

‘What are you talking about? Is this about Katie?’ 

‘Look, leave it. It’s got nothing to do with you!’

‘You always get like this when she gets flirty with guys. She’s not a mind reader you know? Just tell Katie how you feel and stop being such a faggot!’ Jeff lost his temper. He lunged for Thom. He had hold of him by the scruff of his neck and was shouting. 

Katie spotted what was going on with Jeff and Thom in the corner of her eye. They were at each others’ throats and causing a scene. She was angry with the pair of them. They were going to spoil her evening! She was quicker to react than any of the bouncers. 

She wished that she was strong enough to break the pair of them up easily. She watched her body edge up a further few inches, while her limbs thickened and her biceps ballooned out some. She didn’t hulk out or anything but her biceps swelled out to the size they might be if she was a women’s personal trainer or if she worked out every day. She was still soft, but now she was a lot stronger and showed some definition. She stopped growing at 6,11” so that she could treat herself to the 7 foot milestone some other time. She rolled up her imaginary sleeves and marched over to break them up.

Jeff and Thom had hold of each others’ throats and were still shouting.

‘Break it up now, boys!’ Katie boomed. Thom was facing her and he dropped his hands instantly when he saw how big Katie had grown. Intimidating wasn’t the word, he thought. Jeff still had his back to Katie. 

‘Ahem,’ said Katie, tapping his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder, and up, and up. Katie spun him around, breaking his grip on Thom’s collar. She grabbed Jeff with both hands, her large grip pinning his arms to his side, then she proceeded to lift him clear off the ground. She raised him to his eye level.

‘Play nice!’ Katie said sternly. Jeff squirmed but could hardly move. His arms were completely pinned. Katie held him suspended at arm’s length for a good fifteen seconds, demonstrating some tremendous strength. When she finally put him down there was no question as to who was in charge.

‘Now make up!’ Jeff and Thom nonchalantly shook hands. The crowd that had gathered gave Katie a round of applause. She flexed her biceps in a victory pose. Great, Jeff thought. He’d just had a fight with his best friend, been emasculated by the girl of his dreams and had a little bit of public humiliation thrown in to top it all off. Times were scarcely worse than this.

The girls decided to take a rest from dancing. Katie didn’t need a rest with her new fitness model body, but she felt like having a sit down with the girls. She ordered her drink from the bar. She had to order two double Bacardi and cokes in a pint glass for a drink for a drink big enough to enjoy at her height. The barman looked worried that he might be putting more alcohol in her drink than he was legally allowed to. But he was in no position to argue with a 6,11” tipsy teenager. Katie had to change one of her 50 pound notes to buy the drink. The barman’s eyes widened involuntarily at the sight of the large sum of money. Big and rich, she thought. What a brilliantly powerful combination.

She found the rest of the girls on the comfy leather couches in the ambient section of the club, she joined them for a drink. She drained a third of her glass with a couple of hearty slurps from her straw as she plonked her big bottom down next to Kerry. Kerry braced herself when Katie sat down, because for a second she pictured her end of the couch going up in the air like a seesaw, throwing her across the room, like how it happened in cartoons. To her relief the couch stayed on the floor.

‘Right, cut the bullshit!’ said Heather, finally coming out of her shell tonight. ‘What’s going on with you? How did you do all this?’ she said to Katie. She wanted to know, in no vague or uncertain terms, exactly how Katie had acquired the power to change her own and other people’s bodies as if by magic. She was fed up with the coy smiles and half truths. It was time for Katie to come clean.

‘I wished it all!’ said Katie, her lips getting a little looser thanks to all the alcohol. ‘On my wishing locket!’

‘Wishing locket?’ Said Heather, perplexed.

‘Yeah, the one I bought the other day! Duh!’

‘That ugly bit of tin you found at the flea market?’

‘I thought it was pretty.’ Kerry interjected.

‘That little bit of tat grants wishes?’

‘Well, no. Not anymore. I wished that its power was inside me, just in case I lost the locket. Now I’m kind of all powerful it would appear,’ Katie said quite casually. She didn’t warrant that sentence with any of the levity it deserved. The girls found Katie’s story quite unbelievable, but then Katie’s height was pretty unbelievable. It defied logic how huge she had become. As Katie seemed to be a in a more divulging mood, Kerry hit her with a question of her own.

‘What’s it like? Being so big?’

‘It's fucking fantastic!’ Katie exclaimed stretching out her long legs. Kerry was won over. She wanted to be big too. 5,2” wasn’t a great height. 6,11” looked much more fun!

‘Could you make me tall?’ Asked Kerry.

‘Hmmm. I could. But I don’t think I want to. I like you better at this size. You’re cute.’ Kerry’s cheeks flushed. She hated that word. Baby seals were cute, toddlers were cute. She wanted to be sexy.

‘Aww come on! Please! Just a foot?’

‘Nah,’ said Katie, letting her friend down.

‘Aww,’ Katie whined.

‘What about me?’ Chantelle interrupted. ‘Can I be bigger when you get my height back?’

‘Unlikely.’ Katie sniggered. She hadn’t even decided whether she was going to put Chantelle up to full height. She might even rearrange her friends’ heights a bit more. She’d have to decide on who she’d like to be the tallest, after her obviously.

The conversation was boring Katie, and something else had peaked her attention from across the room. Two very cute guys that were sat on one of the other couches were checking her out. She smiled back and laughed; for a moment she pictured the two of them writhing over her large body sucking, licking and kissing every inch of her, desperate to please her. That would be nice, Katie thought. She felt herself getting horny again. She crossed her legs, giving them her best Sharon Stone impression, and with her long pins, she put on quite a show. The two boys came over. And Katie indiscreetly looked them up and down, checking them out. 6 foot-ish, athletic and cute. Her type. This will do very nicely, she thought.

‘Can I buy you a drink?’ the ash-blonde boy asked.

‘No,’ Katie replied. ‘You can buy me three though.’ Katie said with a toothy smile. The boy rushed over to the bar, his friend, not offering to help him carry the drinks, used this opportunity to flirt with Katie, she patted the place in the couch next to the indent her big bum made, indicating him to squeeze in close for a chat. She wasn’t shy and neither was he. She briefly turned her attention to her friends.

‘I’ll catch up with you girls later,’ she said with a wink, indicating that now was the time that she wanted them to disappear. The girls got up and went back to the dance floor. Katie took the boy’s hand and placed it on her thigh.

Kerry wanted that. She didn’t want to be as much of a bitch as Katie. She wanted some of all that height and the power. She wanted Thom to be eating out of the palm of her hand, rather than insisting that they keep each other a secret. She wanted to be able to pick him up for a kiss instead of vice-versa. She remembered the locket which she had in her desk draw back at the flat. Did it work? Was it Katie’s? Was it the same one? If not, why did it look identical to Katie’s? Could she make wishes with it? She found Thom and they went over to the coat room. She was determined to find out all of the answers to these questions.

Part 6

‘Where is it?’ Kerry hissed as she sifted through the clothes in Katie’s drawers. Katie hadn’t come back from the club yet. This was Kerry’s window of opportunity. 

‘What are you looking for?’ asked Thom from the door. Kerry didn’t answer him. She wasn’t all together comfortable going through Katie’s stuff without permission but she needed to find it. Needs is musts. She checked her desk draws next, then the bureau. She couldn’t find it anywhere. Then she surveyed Katie’s desk. She huffed at her own stupidity; on the desk was Katie’s jewellery box.

‘Why didn’t I check that first?’ She scolded herself. She had to agree with the girls. Sometimes she really was a ditz. She opened the box and found what she was looking for, Katie’s locket.

‘No... bloody... way.’ Kerry said examining the silver locket. She took out an almost identical locket from her pocket; the locket she had found with her dress earlier on in the day. There were the same scratches on the surface of both the lockets, there were the same indents of ware around the edges of both lockets. She opened both of the lockets up and there was the same faded portrait in both lockets. The lockets were for all intensive purposes, identical. She held her locket in her left hand and Katie’s in her right. Which one granted wishes?

‘Come on Kerry, let’s get out of here,’ said Thom apprehensively. The last thing he wanted to do now was get on the wrong side of a giant Katie. He didn’t want to get caught in her room without permission.

‘Wait a second!’ Kerry said. She approached Katie’s mirror. She put down the locket in her left hand and tried Katie’s one first. Kerry started simple:

‘I wish I had highlights,’ she announced. She tilted her head from side to side. Nothing. Her hair had stayed exactly the same. Okay, she thought, time to try the other locket. She picked up the other identical locket, from the side.

‘I wish I had highlights,’ she repeated. This time something started to happen. As she shook her hair from side to side, luscious golden streaks started to appear between her chestnut locks. They didn’t look like they had been bought from the hair studio either. The rich honey blonde streaks blended naturally into the rest of her body of hair, like this two-tone was her natural colour. This was good Kerry thought, but it needed more testing.

‘I wish my teeth were whiter.’ Kerry watched with fascination as her pearly whites brightened up a few shades, as if they had just been bleached. She looked like a model from a toothbrush advert. Her teeth were bright and healthy looking, the discolouration from a few years of drinking coffee had disappeared. A bright smile spread across her face in appreciation of her work.

‘I wish my skin was clearer.’ The red blemishes under her makeup sunk back under her skin. The minute blackheads on her nose seemed to evapourate.

‘Kerry, let’s go!’ Thom was eager to get out of Katie’s room before he was roughhoused out of the room by Katie herself. Kerry turned around. Thom was struck by the beauty of his girlfriend. The change was subtle, like a new haircut or a new shade of lipstick. Her skin looked soft and smooth, her teeth were whiter and her hair was brighter. She looked like she had just had spent a few hundred pounds on a professional makeover. That or someone had just touched her up on photo-shop. She looked stunning! Kerry noticed that her looks had thrown her boyfriend out of his swing. She smiled demurely, her cheeks getting a shade rosier.

‘Lets go!’ Thom grabbed Kerry’s hand and guided her out of the room.

Kerry and Thom scuttled off to Kerry’s bedroom. Kerry held the working locket tightly and protectively in her fist.

‘So it really works?’ asked Thom.

‘Well, it seems to, doesn’t it? Do you think it’s as powerful as Katie locket was?’ she asked, referring to the now dull bit of metal that she had put back in Katie’s jewellery box. Her heart pumped faster at the thought. Could she really make herself as big as Katie?

‘Dunno. I don't get it. If Katie’s locket came from the thrift store, then where did this one come from?’ Kerry scrunched up her face. She had to get into full gear for the million pound question. She had to put her ditz facade to one side and really rattle her brain for the answer. She thought back to earlier that day, when she found the locket with her dress. Then she thought back to earlier still, to when Katie had first shown them the locket. She had clasped it in her palms and wished, quite unwittingly, to have one just like it. In lieu of the things she now new about the locket it seemed to make perfect sense. She had wished for her own wishing locket, and the wishing locket had granted it. But just how powerful was her locket, Kerry wondered? Did the power split itself equally between the two lockets? Was she as powerful as Katie? Or was her wishing locket inherently weaker as the duplicate? There was only one way to find out, she thought. Let the wishing commence! 

In dim candle light of Kerry’s room, Thom caught a wry smile purse his ‘girlfriend’s’ lips. She still had the locket gripped tightly. As much as Thom wanted Kerry right now, she was also making him nervous. Did this little girl really have all that power at her disposal right now? He gulped. She started towards him. As she moved towards him her head rose up a couple of inches, as her small legs stretched up and her waif torso filled out. He lowered his neck to meet her and she hungrily kissed him. He put one hand on Kerry’s hip and the other on Kerry’s pert bottom as they made out. Kerry breathed in lustily and Thom felt his arms parting as Kerry’s small rear plumped up and her hips flared out as Kerry’s head rose up another few inches.

‘Wait, wait,’ said Thom, turning on her bedside lamp. ‘Stop! Before you go any further, you should know that you don’t have to do this. Look, I know I give you a hard time for being short. But you don’t need to change that. I was only kidding, I was only teasing you. I love you just the way you are!’

‘Shut the fuck up Billy Joel!’ Kerry said laughing, her head rising an inch higher. Kerry no longer looked like his little doll, but a full figured woman with enough height to hold her own. ‘I want this, believe me. I’ve been short all my life. I was shorter than my mum, I was shorter than my younger sister. I was shorter than most of my friends. But now I can be so much more than that. Now I can be huge! Now people can get used to looking up to me, just like I got used to looking up to them!’

‘But that’s not what I want-‘ Thom started.

‘-Do you think I’m sexy?’ Kerry interrupted.

‘Yes.’

‘And do you like me?’

‘Of course I do, Kerry.’

‘So it stands to reason you’ll like me more if there’s more of me to like, right?’ Kerry said with a coy smile.

‘Only if it’s for you Kerry. Nobody else.’

‘Believe me, this is for me. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as well,’ she said switching the lamp back off and latching onto Thom. She nuzzled into his neck as his hands explored her larger, expansive body. She was still smaller than him, but considering that her head came up to the bridge of his nose, she couldn’t have been that much shorter. She must have been about 5,8.” She tugged at his collar and her lips moved down as she smooched the middle of chest. Her hair, just under his nose, smelled of coconut. His hands snaked down her back, the cotton of her blouse felt like it was stretched tight and taut across her bigger frame. His hands eventually reach soft, warm, bare flesh when he reached the small of her back. His hands settled on either side of her wide hips and he traced concentric circles on the shapely curve of her love handles.

‘Hehe, tickles,’ whispered Kerry into his ear.She looked up to him with her best come to bed eyes. ‘Take me now.’ Thom gripped her firm and shapely bum with both hands and hoisted her into the air. He grunted. He wasn’t used to her being this heavy. Kerry wrapped her legs around his waist tightly to ease his load. He lowered her onto the bed gently as they crumpled into each other under the weight of their passion. Thom traced Kerry’s new curves and inches with his fingertips. He planted kisses all over her torso before settling his tongue on one of her puffy erect nipples. Kerry sighed with pleasure. She her legs astray beneath Thom’s body were twitching impatiently. It felt like someone had lit a fire in Kerry’s panties tonight. She ground her pelvis up against Thom’s body. Thom felt her womanhood, as well as the rest of her body underneath him, grow with lust. She must have grown another few inches. She arched her back again grinding herself harder against Thom’s body. He felt himself rise off the bed slightly as she pushed against him vigourously. He could feel through Kerry’s panties that she was warm, wet and ready.

Kerry moaned softly. She was gasping for it tonight. Usually she loved a slow build up. She loved Thom paying attention to her stiff nipples and tender neck. But tonight she was a woman possessed. She felt like she was about to bust if Thom didn’t get to the source of her desires quickly. She needed to be sated. And she knew exactly what she needed Thom to do.

‘Go down, babe,’ she whispered to Thom putting a hand on his head. He was busy peppering her tight abdomen with kisses.

‘Mmmph?’ he said looking up, not taking his lips of her supple skin. She writhed across the sheets in pleasure, stretching her limbs out, her felt her whole body expand again underneath him. It was hard to tell in the dark but he could tell that she was quite big now.

‘I need you to eat me out.’ She managed in between panting. She was really hot tonight, Thom thought, and he had hardly touched her yet. Was it the growth? Was it turning her on this much? ‘NOW.’ She rumbled. Thom didn’t have time to dwell on the depths of Kerry’s passion. He suddenly found two large, strong hands top of his head, pushing him down her large body. His face slid passed her wet stomach, which he had been kissing, until it was level with her womanhood. He stared at the Kerry’s lacy black knickers with wide eyed anticipation and then looked back up into the waning doughy eyes of his larger girlfriend. She looked down at him hungrily. Without warning she lifted her but off the mattress and slid her panties down behind Thom’s head. Thom felt her warmth of her bare pussy radiating beneath him while the elastic of her panties dangled behind his neck. She giggled at the sensation of his cool breath against her warm pussy. She was soaking wet now.

‘Go down,’ she instructed him as she played with his hair lovingly. He began to lick her pussy with vigour, which was much larger now than it was the last time he was in this position. His writhing tongue moving up and down her lips was sending her body into shivers. She cooed softly. She opened wider and he lapped up her up fervently. 

After twenty minutes Thom had brought Kerry to climax twice with his tongue. She was hot, sweaty and wailing with pleasure. And she was very big. She seemed to be growing with pleasure. Thom couldn’t tell how much she had grown with the light off but as he was licking her out her pussy would suddenly push against his face without her moving, and her short black pubic hair would bristle across his cheek. He assumed this meant she was growing. When she finally let him up for air he could tell that she was pretty damn big by just how much of the bed she was taking up. Kerry huffed trying to catch her breath back.

‘Don’t- Don’t get too comfy. I want you inside me now!’ Thom was relieved to hear Kerry say this, partly because his jaw was starting to seize up and partly because he was hard as a rock. If he had to wait any longer to get inside Kerry it felt like his balls would turn blue and drop off. He slid off his boxers and his dick sprang to attention.

‘Happy to see me?’ Kerry purred. She gripped Thom by his waist and guided him eagerly inside her soaking wetness. She gasped with relief as he entered her, and began furiously pumping. 

Something was wrong. Didn’t take either of them long to figure out what it was. Thom wasn’t filling her up enough now. His length of 5 inches wasn’t long enough to fit in her bigger body satisfyingly. Kerry tried to compensate by pushing back hard against Thom’s piston. Briefly this worked, Thom reaching deeper inside her, but their rhythm was off, causing Thom to slip out. Thom and Kerry tried a few different positions, all proving to be not enough for good sex just as they were each getting into it. Thom couldn’t get enough purchase, whereas Kerry simply wasn’t getting enough cock. Kerry huffed in disappointment while Thom’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. His dick slunk back between his legs. Kerry, frustrated and dejected was about to shrink herself back down to 5,2" and call it a night on their fun. That's when she had a better idea.

‘Wait! I know what we forgot! How selfish of me! You worked wonders on me with your tongue to get me all worked up and frisky and I forgot to return the favour. No wonder you weren’t ready for me! C’mere babe.’ She lowered her head down into Thom’s crotch and clasped her lips around his deflated ego, trying to coax up another erection.

‘Mmm,’ she purred. ‘You taste good tonight.’ Kerry’s sultry tone and warm breath on his loins was enough to get him going again. He was stiff as a rock again, then even stiffer.

‘Bigger,’ he heard Kerry say her eyes still level with his cock. He felt more blood rushing to his member, it felt more turgid than ever. ‘Bigger’ Kerry repeated. All of a sudden his dick jutted out another inch, and then another. It was bigger than he had ever seen it and it was still growing before his eyes. ‘BIGGER!’ Kerry shouted as his dick grew fatter and longer, hitting 8” then 9” then 10.” 

Thom stopped growing at the 10” mark. If it was as heavy as it was big, it didn’t look it. It looked as hard as diamond and was pointing directly at Kerry, twitching slightly. Thom and Kerry both stood there shocked. Kerry’s mouth was wide open in suprise. She smirked.

‘My word. Aren’t you a big boy?’ She giggled, grabbing hold of him by his inflated rod, admiring how thick it was in her hand. ‘Now why don’t we try this again?’ she said guiding him back towards her body. It was a good job that nobody else had made it back from the club yet, because Thom and Kerry proceeded to have the loudest love making session of their university lives. For the next hour they romped like giant bunny rabbits before falling asleep both exhausted and completely satisfied. 

~

As Kerry started to stir she became puzzled as to why her every move made a considerable amount of creaking. She never usually had a problem with her mattress. The creaking became less important when she realised that she was bursting for the loo. She sat up and moved her legs over the side of the bed. Kerry and Thom’s clothes were scattered all over the floor. In the darkness of her room she managed to pick out her panties. She put her legs in to them and tried pulling them up. They were impossibly tight. 

‘Huh?’ she said. With great effort she just managed to get them past her thighs, but she seemed only able to get them half way up her bum when they subsequently appeared to be stretched to absolute capacity. The draft told her that the crack of her bum was showing out of the top of her panties. As she crossed the room her panties also seemed to hike up around her cheeks, turning them almost into a makeshift thong.

‘How the hell have these things shrun....’ She trailed of remembering what she and Thom had done the night before with the locket. Now the haze of alcohol which had shrouded last night’s antics had dispersed, it all seemed much more real. Had her wishing worked? Had she grown? Kerry found her nightie on the bedside table pulled it over her head. The snugness of it also suggested that the wish had worked. She opened her bedroom door and walked out onto the landing. Everything looked different. Her perspective had changed. Everything looked smaller. She grinned and let out a little yelp of excitement. She felt so high up of the ground. 

She locked the bathroom door and examined herself in the mirror. She could see straight away that she was tall. Very tall. Probably one of the tallest girls she knew. She admired her elongated legs her boobs and her bum. All still in the same proportion to one another, just bigger. Sitting on the toilet in her new body felt very strange. Her knees rose considerably higher than usual while her feet remained flat on the floor. Her bum covered the whole seat. She giggled as a heavier splashing hit the toilet bowl, she seemed to go on forever. As she jumped up and down trying to pull her knickers back up over her bum, her footfall was making much larger thuds than it usually did. She deduced from this that along with her gained height, she must be also much heavier. Before leaving the toilet she looked at herself in the mirror again.

‘Hey Sexy!’ She growled. Nobody was going to be confusing little Kerry for a hobbit now, she thought. However, I could easily forgive them for mistaking me for a giant! She giggled on her way out of the bathroom, already thinking up other uses for her brand new locket.

Part 7

Heather’s head pounded as she opened the door to her bedroom and ventured out, carefully braving the fallout of the night before. She didn’t know what would be waiting for her this morning. Her eyelids shut tight instinctively as the sunlight hit them. The doorbell rang both loudly and intrusively through the hallway. It felt like someone was grinding glass inside Heather’s skull. She stumbled downstairs to answer the door. Heather wasn’t a big drinker and she vowed this morning (like she did every morning after alcohol) to never drink again.

‘Hey,’ said Chantelle miserably, standing at the doorstep. She was still less than five foot and by the look on her face she couldn’t be less pleased about it.

‘Hey. Come in, babe,’ said Heather. Chantelle slinked past her larger friend and into the house. They made their way into the kitchen and Chantelle slumped into one of the chairs, her toes had to be on their tips to touch the floor. ‘Fancy a cup of tea?’

‘Yes please,’ said Chantelle. Heather put the kettle on. Before she had chance to find the teabags or the milk the doorbell went again. Heather went to answer the door. She opened the door to a six foot plus figure that she didn’t recognise straight away. The first thing she noticed was a pair of sizeable breasts and a pair of button stiff nipples stuffed into a far too small t-shirt. As she continued to scope the tall girl up and down she realised that it was Fi that she was looking at. Fi gave Heather a proud smile as Heather closed her mouth. 

‘Hi, Fi. What’s up?’ Heather asked nonchalantly.

‘I’ve just been up the road looking for Chantelle. Is she in here?’ Heather ventured back inside to get Chantelle. Chantelle came to the door and a huge smile spread across her face. She looked hugely relieved to see Fi.

‘Oh Fi, thank god you’re here! I’ve been dying to swap back. I’m sorry but this body sucks!’ she said pointing to her diminutive frame; Fi’s until last night.

‘Right, that’s not quite what I’m here for.’

‘What?’

‘Well, first off I did you guys have a good night? I had a GREAT night last night! But I felt rough this morning, So I went down to the courts to sweat it out and that’s when Natalie, you know Natalie? The netball club captain? She saw me taking some shots. She said I had a great netballer’s height and had some great skills and she asked me to come to training. I told her I was already in the reserves but I’ve suddenly had a growth spurt. Well, anyway, she told me that she wanted me to try out for the first team. Can you believe that? The FIRST TEAM! She told me they needed a more reliable Goal Attack-‘

‘-I play Goal Attack!’ Chantelle interrupted.

‘Right well anyway, she said that they could always use a bit of depth in the squad. And they can always do with some extra height! So I’m trying out. That’s what I came over for. See, the thing is my uniform is tiny on me now. And I know you paid for it and everything but I came over to ask if I could have your uniform for training.’ 

‘What? No! It’s my kit. It’s my number! It’s MY POSITION!’

‘Sorry, no offence Chantelle, but I don’t think you’ll be getting in the team any time soon. Not at your size.’

‘Yeh, but it’s NOT my size. IT’S YOUR SIZE! I thought you’d come over to give it back!’

‘Uh huh, right. It’s just that I texted Katie about it today and she said that I’m okay to hold onto your size for a while. Please just lend me your kit until we swap back?’ said Fi. Chantelle looked shocked.

‘What? Katie said WHAT?’

‘She said she had no interest in switching us back. That if I liked being this big I could hold onto your height for a while. And sorry Chantelle, really, but I do want to stay this height... for a while.’

‘No! I don’t believe this. This can’t be right. I’m going to phone her right now!’ Chantelle snapped, sounding betrayed and desperate. Her small hand plunged into her purse and she fished out her mobile phone. Her little fingers bashed at the buttons until she found Katie’s number. 

Heather’s loyalty to her friend made way for her common courtesy and good sense of hospitality as she invited Fi in for a cup of tea. Fi seemed to rise even taller as she stepped up from the doorstep into the house. Heather marvelled at her figure as she passed her in the hallway. It was hard to believe that Fi was a dainty 4,11” yesterday. She made an imposing figure at 6,2.” A fact made even more obscure by the still mousey and cute face that contradicted her amazonian frame.

‘How many sugars do you take?’ asked Heather.

‘No sugar,’ Fi said out of habit but then she reconsidered. ‘Actually, I’ll have one -two sugars please.’ Fi decided.

‘Two?’

‘Why not? A bit of sugar isn’t gonna make me fat now is it? Not now that I’ve got more places to put it!’ She chuckled, rolling her shoulders and jiggling her bouncy new assets. Fi seemed to feel far less guilty flaunting her new body without Chantelle in the room. Heather smiled handing Fi her cup of tea. They could faintly hear Chantelle’s phone conversation from the other room.

‘When are you... But you promised to... –I thought you said this morning... BUT SHE’S... and what about me? -I’m tiny... I’ve been on the team all semester though! It’s not fair... What? –WHY? No don’t do that... No please don’t do that... Okay fine I will... Okay fine... Sorry.’ Chantelle hung up the phone call and tried to burst through the kitchen door, only she struggled with it at her size and the gesture looked comical rather than giving her intended effect.

‘Katie said I have to lend you my netball kit. So I’ll take you over to my flat and we’ll pick it up.’

‘Thank you, Chantelle,’ said Fi sincerely. Chantelle simply huffed.

‘Where’s my tea?’ asked Chantelle. She looked around and saw Fi was drinking from a mug with a cartoon girl on it carrying shopping bags, and it read “Hey Sexy!” That was Chantelle’s mug. ‘Typical!’ Chantelle grumbled.

‘Oh sorry, babe! Here, I’ll make you another.’ Heather started pouring another cup of tea.

‘It’s fine. I’m not thirsty.’ Chantelle snapped. She glared at Fi. ‘Come on then, you! Let’s hurry up and get those bloody clothes.’ Fi nodded and then finished her tea in two big swigs, she covered her mouth and burped quietly, then giggled at her new trick.

‘Bye Heather, thanks for the tea!’ said Fi. Chantelle looked more irritated than ever as the two of them left the kitchen and made their way out of the front door. Heather shook her head at the strange turn of events.

Heather went upstairs. The toilet door was wide open. She could hear a loud jet of water hitting the toilet bowl. She peered in and it was Thom in his boxers, springing a leak.

‘Close the door, you pig!’ Shouted Heather.

‘I’m finished now!’ said Thom cooly, flushing the toilet. Heather saw him trying to stuff something that looked like a big, fleshy cucumber back into his boxers. Was that his... GOOD GOD! Heather thought. Was that his thing? It was huge!

‘It’s all yours now, love,’ said Thom sauntering past her with a wink. She stole another glance at the prominent bulge in his boxers on his way past. She didn’t even like Thom but she couldn’t help feeling turned on. There was some sort of primal urge that she couldn’t deny a penis that large. It hadn’t always been that big, had it? She was getting flustered just thinking about it.

She needed to talk to Kerry. Today had gotten too crazy already, she needed some grounding. She peeked into Kerry’s room. Kerry was on her laptop scrolling through dresses on ISIS.com, one of those online fashion boutiques. When Kerry saw a dress which she liked, she blinked and it appeared on her bed. There was a whole pile of designer dresses, hipster jeans, fashionable crop tops and sequinned t-shirts an all cuts and colours, building up on Kerry’s bed. They all looked tailor made for Kerry’s size. Speaking of Kerry’s size, Heather noticed Kerry’s legs struggling to fit under her desk, and that her impractically cute and small ‘computer chair’ seemed to be creaking under her weight, her bum cheeks spilling over each side of the seat. She was bigger now as well! How had this happened? First Katie and now Kerry? What the hell was going on? Heather’s friends were starting to make her look positively short! Was she the only girl in the house that hadn’t turned into an overgrown sexed up maniac? Was she supposed to feel like the normal one or the small and left out one? She didn’t care to disturb the new teen titan, Kerry, she instead quietly slunk away into her room. She needed to lie down again. There was a lot of things that she needed to put out of her head for an hour, none less than Thom’s over stuffed boxers.

Heather awoke to the sound of shrieking coming from downstairs. It would appear that the two amazons, Katie and Kerry, had caught up with each other. She looked at the clock. She’d been drifting in and out of a bad dream for about an hour. She picked her head up off the pillow and plucked up the courage to go downstairs and see what the commotion was.

‘So you stole my locket then?’ Katie accused.

‘No, honestly, it’s not your locket! I’ve got a wishing locket too!’ Kerry pleaded in a high pitched, defensive tone that sounded funny from her lofty height.

‘It’s typical that you’d come along and steal my thunder!’ Katie tutted. ‘I find myself a way to make myself huge, and you have to copy me!’

‘I’ve always wanted to be big! I’m not copying you!’

‘Sure. Well all the same, I don’t think you should get to be any bigger. You should give me your locket.’

‘Nuh uh! No way! You can’t have my locket. I wished that I wouldn’t need the locket to make my wishes anyway!’

‘Oh so that’s another wish you copied is it?’ Katie said petulantly. 

Heather wanted to step between them and calm it all down but here were the two biggest teenagers she’d seen in her life. The thought of standing in between those two towering pillars of flesh and body glitter was a touch overbearing to say the least. Katie was the bigger girl of the two, her head was now just about a foot shy of the ceiling, but Kerry wasn’t far off that. She must have been about 6, 8” at least! Strangely enough there was about the same difference height-wise between these two girls as there was before either of them started to grow. It’s just that now they dwarfed everybody else. Heather felt like a child in a room full of adults.

‘Anyway, look at this cutey!’ Katie said, changing the subject and draping her long arms over Heather’s shoulders, her huge, soft breasts pressing freely against the back of Heather’s head. 'Did you have fun last night?'

'It was okay,' said Heather stoicly.

'Uh huh. Maybe I should have hooked you up with one of those guys, it was a bit greedy going home with both of them!' Katie chuckled. 'I can't say it wasn't fun having them both at the same time though!' Katie winked to Kerry.

‘Can we grow Heather too?’ asked Kerry.

‘Nah, why would we want to do that?’

‘Cos then we could all be the super tall, super sexy girls of flat 42!’

‘It’s bad enough having to share this vantage point with you. I don’t want anyone else being as tall as us. Why do you want that?’

‘Well, I- I love being this tall, obviously. But I’d feel more comfortable about it if my friends were this tall as well.’

‘Well I wouldn’t.’ Katie said stubbornly. ‘You can stay this big, but nobody else!’ Kerry snapped. She gave up trying to win over Katie in the argument, and resigned herself to the fact that Heather, wouldn’t be joining them in stature. She gave into Katie’s demands. The concept of unlimited wishing and relatively ultimate power hadn’t dawned on Kerry just yet. Some people were far more used to taking orders than they were giving out demands. Clearly Kerry was more suited to the former whereas Katie was far more comfortable with the latter. Heather was worried. Those two had sounded like two children on a play date, fighting over who gets to play with the best toy. It didn’t sound like they were fighting over one of their friends. Katie, at least, had become very drunk with power. Was she starting to lose touch with reality a bit? Would the same power corrupt sweet ‘little’ Kerry? Time would tell. Just having to wait and see put Heather in a very frightening position.

'Right, as much as I'd love to catch up with you girls, I've gotta go rub every little detail of my sexual escapades last night into Chantelle's silly little face! Ciao!' Katie said getting up and leaving the room as quickly as she had entered it.

Kerry sighed and slumped down into one of the chairs at the breakfast table. The confrontation with Katie had drained her a little. She looked towards Heather. Impressed with the fact that they weren’t too far off being level eye to eye even while she was sitting down. She laughed a little and stretched out one of her long arms to take Heather by the hand.

‘Come here girlie! I want to get a good look at you.’ Kerry said, pulling Heather in without waiting for her reply. ‘This is so weird, seeing you so small compared to me! I’ve always looked up to you. Now I have to look over my big boobies to see you way down there! Kerry said with a smile. She pulled Heather in close for a hug and pulled her onto her lap. ‘You can’t imagine how good this feels after being so short!’ Heathers cheeks went red when Kerry’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She was getting the impression that she would learn what it felt like to be short in no time at all. Kerry’s firm thighs were tensing underneath Heather’s bum as she wiggled her legs in excitement. She bounced her knees up and down and Heather bounced up and down with them. Kerry stifled a laugh, clearly amazed that her friend was looking like a child to her now. Heather’s palms went clammy at her belittlement.

‘Sorry, babe! We’ll have to wait to grow you,’ started Kerry. ‘I’m sure Katie will come round eventually. In the mean time I’m sure we can have fun with you at this size. I’ve missed having a little sister, since my sister’s growth spurt! This will be great!’ Kerry said, planting a kiss on Heather’s rosy cheek. ‘Come on,’ Kerry said standing up to her full height, Heather sliding off her knee. ‘Let’s do each other’s make up!’ Heather gulped.

Part 8

Jeff was still in the pub. He didn’t stay long in the nightclub. As soon as his friends took their eyes off him took his chance and snook out. The night had been a disaster and he needed to drink copiously to forget it. He spotted an older man sat at the table next to his, who also looked like he was in here to avoid something. He stared at the amber spirit in the tumbler in front of him through his porthole thick glasses. He drummed his fingers tentatively on the table, then reluctantly raised the glass to his lips, knocking it back quickly before he reconsidered. He swallowed, gasped and then noticed Jeff was watching him. He nodded at Jeff. Jeff nodded back.

‘Good night?’ he asked.

‘Not entirely. You?’ Jeff asked back.

‘Nope.’

‘Are you in the doghouse as well?’

‘Well I will be soon enough, when I eventually go home. You?’

‘I was shot down.’

‘They do that. Your girlfriend?’

‘My ex, sort of, it’s complicated. She’s just my housemate now, but I think I want her back.’

‘That’s fine so long as you’re thinking with your head and not your cock.’ The old man sounded funny saying cock. Jeff could tell it wasn’t a word he was used to using. ‘Your appendage, sorry,’ he said.

‘Thanks for the advice. So what’s got you down then? If it’s not a woman?’

‘Business,’ the old man replied dourly. ‘Someone is threatening my livelihood.’

‘Who?’ asked Jeff, intrigued. 

‘A witch.’

‘A what?’

‘A witch.’

‘Ah, a witch! I thought I misheard you.’ Jeff replied with more than a hint of sarcasm. ‘What the bloody hell do you mean a bloody witch?’

‘A witch came into the shop yesterday afternoon. A real one. She was after a locket which belonged to her that was apparently donated to my store by mistake. She wanted to buy it back.’

‘What’s the trouble then? Was she unhappy with the price tag you'd put on it?’

‘Well not exactly. I’d sold the locket earlier that day. A young girl had come into the shop that morning and had taken a shine to it and had offered a decent price.’

‘I bet the witch wasn’t happy.’

‘Not in the slightest. She wanted to know who the girl was and where to find her. She said that the locket was very important to her and that she needed it back right away!’

‘And?’

‘And I told her I couldn’t help her. I could probably count the people who’d come into the shop on one hand this week, and I could tell you their full names too! Most of the people who shop in my store are the ones who regularly make the effort to. But I didn’t know this girl. It was the only time she’d ever been in!’

‘That’s unlucky. What did the witch say?’ asked Jeff, getting quite engrossed in the story.

‘She swore a lot, and then she put a curse on me! She told me that I wouldn’t sell another single item until the locket had been returned to her. I’m hardly giving Selfridges a run for their money as it is!’

‘Well? Did the curse work? Has it come true?’

‘I’m not sure yet! She popped in at quarter to five. I was only open for another 15 mins. But nobody else came in!’

‘What are you worrying about? How do you even know she’s really a witch?’

‘Because then she turned Alfie into a frog!’

‘Alfie?’

‘The dog.’

‘Oh, that’s terrible.’

‘He’s the wife’s, so I definitely will be in the frog- DOGHOUSE when I get home!’

‘Sorry, mate. Hey, I’ll keep my eye out. If I find your locket, or a mob of enraged puritans and a stake and a burning pyre, I’ll send them your way,’ Jeff said, smirking.

‘Thanks fella. My shop’s called The Raven’s Writing Desk. It’s by the pet shop.’

‘Well, good luck, pal. Nice knowing you!’ Jeff said raising his glass to the funny old man. The ale at the bottom of his glass was dead, having not been drunk quickly enough. It looked like dirty pond water so he decided not to drink it. His head started to throb from both the effort of holding a comprehensible conversation and from gradually sobering up. He shook his dead, jelly legs off and stood up when enough blood had rushed back to his feet. He nipped into the bathroom for a slash and then groggily left the pub.

When outside the pub (a well known chain that specialized in cheap food, cheaper beer and not having any atmosphere) he realised for the first time that it was daylight. He checked his watch. It was midmorning already. That was the thing about these 24 hour pubs; with the dim artificial light and the steady, ongoing business of its fully fledged alcoholic patrons, it was hard to tell where the night ended and the morning began. Jeff found that it was a great place to sit and feel sorry for yourself. 

The world seemed much more vibrant than the grey, overcast sky could have permitted. No doubt this was thanks to the key of party powder Jeff had sniffed last night. It was still giving him enough of a buzz to keep the walk home bearable and keep his hangover at bay until he got home.

After fighting with the key and the front door for five minutes, Jeff finally made it inside the house. He went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He felt a knot of dread winding in his stomach when he heard heavy footsteps bounding down the stairs. Katie ducked under the doorframe and stepped up to her full height, her head was now only inches away from the 8 foot ceiling. Good lord, she’d grown again thought Jeff! She was in a pink dressing gown that clung tightly to her curves. The dressing gown was having a hard time covering the giant teen’s body. The majority of her long and shapely legs were on display, as was an expanse of her cavernous cleavage that was popping out of the top of her dressing gown. The drawing tie was struggling to keep her breasts at bay. Katie had a look of mischief in her eyes, a look that Jeff found very unnerving in his current tender state. 

‘You’re just in time to make me my breakfast!’ Katie said, as a matter of fact.

‘Oh look Katie, I partied a bit too hard last night and I’m not in the mood so...‘ Jeff picked up his glass of water and was on his way out of the kitchen when Katie blocked him off, stopping him dead in his tracks, just centimetres away from the fleshy wall of her burgeoning breasts and taut stomach. 

‘-I wasn’t asking! You’re making my breakfast to pay me back for that pizza of mine you ate the other night!’

‘Oh forget that! I’ll buy you another pizza,' Jeff said, trying to push passed Katie.

‘Whoah!’ Katie said, wrapping her arm around his torso and lifting him clear off the ground. She turned him round with ease and set him down facing the fridge. She swatted his backside and pushed him towards the fridge. ‘No deal shorty! You’re making breakfast! No arguments!’ said Katie. Jeff grumbled, making his way to the fridge.

‘What do you want to eat?’

‘Food. Lots of it. I’m a hungry girl.’ Katie said with a grin.

‘Well I’ve got eggs, tomatoes, sausages and bacon. So take your pick,’ said Jeff getting the food out of the fridge.

‘Yes please. I’ll have all of it.’

‘All of it?’

‘Uh huh, I’m starving!’

‘That’s a lot of food . I’ll tell you what, I’ll put you on some eggs and bacon.’

‘...and you’ll put me on some sausages and tomatoes, won’t you?’

‘It’s too much food! You won’t eat it all.’

‘I will. Well I might save a bit of your bacon for a sandwich later. Now hurry up and cook it. I’m hungry!’

‘How many eggs do you want? Two or three?’

‘Six. Scrambled not fried. I may be a growing girl but I’ve still got to think of my figure!’ she said slapping her stomach, which sounded tight as a drum underneath her dressing gown. She giggled at Jeff’s bemused face.

‘Oh come on, Katie! These eggs have got to last me all week!’

‘Should have thought about that before you ate my pizza,’ Katie chirped in a sing song “I told you so” manner. Jeff grumbled, breaking a whopping six eggs into a pan and whisking them up with some milk. He put the whole eight rashers under the grill, as well as half of his sausages. He put some oil into the frying pan and halved a couple of tomatoes to fry up for Katie. This was thirsty work. He put the kettle on to make himself a cup of tea.

‘Milk and two sugars please,’ said Katie with a smile.

‘I wasn’t offering YOU a cup of tea!’ Jeff said.

‘Well you are now, aren’t you?’ Katie insisted. Jeff sighed and pulled out two cups, putting a teabag into each one.

‘This is me!’ said Jeff holding up one of the cups. ‘I’m a mug! An absolute mug!’ Katie laughed. Jeff smiled too.

‘Well, Mr Mug. You can call me Ms Jugs!’ She gave her torso a shimmy, her breasts jiggling gloriously. Her dressing tie undid slightly in her enthusiasm and she inadvertently flashed Jeff a rosy nipple. ‘Oops!’ Katie said huskily.

‘Good god, girl. What are you trying to do to me?’ Jeff said with a shiver. He averted his attention away from the giant sexpot sat at the breakfast table when he smelled something that required his attention.

‘Oh shit!’ he said, realising the bacon was burning. He took the rashers from under the grill and plated them up with Katie’s eggs and tomatoes. There wasn’t enough room for the sausages on Katie’s plate. He had to put them on a second plate. He couldn’t believe that all this food was for one girl, it seemed ridiculous. It felt like he was cooking for a squad of royal marines.

‘Tsk, tsk! You’ve caught the bacon round the edges!’ Katie said with a wink. ‘You’re lucky I don’t eat the rind.’

‘Don’t push it!’ Jeff switched off the oven and was glad to finally be able to sit down at the breakfast table with Katie. Katie wolfed down her eggs heartily.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she asked.

‘Huh?’ said Jeff bemused.

‘Where’s my toast?’ Katie said, mock seriously. ‘I can’t have eggs without toast!’ She put her foot on his chair and pushed it out from underneath the breakfast table.

‘Don’t go getting comfy until my toast is ready!’ Jeff put two pieces of bread into the toaster. ‘Nuh uh. Try four.’

‘Jesus, I’m gonna need some more bread now!’ Jeff said stuffing two more slices into the toaster. ‘Are you happy now that you’ve eaten all my food? Or is there just no satisfying you?’ he said.

‘I don’t know, maybe I’ll let you try and satisfy me later!’ she teased with a sultry wink that made Jeff’s dick spring to life. He stood against the kitchen surface watching the bread toast, trying to hide his erection.

‘Hurry up with the toast!’ Katie said. ‘I’ve nearly finished my eggs!’

‘I can’t toast bread faster than physics intended it to be toasted.’ Jeff huffed.

‘Really?’ said Katie sarcastically. ‘I can.’ She clicked her fingers and simultaneously her toast popped out of the toaster, toasted to perfection.

‘Smarty pants! Why didn’t you do that in the place?’

‘Because you’re the one who’s supposed to be making the breakfast!’ reasoned Katie as Jeff put the toast on her plate, which was indeed almost empty. What the hell had she done with all that food? Jeff thought.

‘Ahem? Butter?’ Katie said pointing to her dry toast. ‘You’re not doing too well with this are you?’ Katie said with a smirk.

‘Excuse me?’ Jeff said pointing at the two nearly empty plates after passing her the butter from the fridge. ‘I can’t be doing too badly!’

‘Fair point!’ said Katie. She buttered her toast and chomped all four slices down, scooping up the remainder of her eggs and wiping her plates clean. When she was finally finished eating she let out a mighty belch and followed it with a cute giggle. ‘Excuse me!’ she said smiling. She stood up to her full height and patted her stomach. Jeff noticed it stuck out a little more than it had before she started breakfast. This was no doubt due to the sheer quantity of food that was now bloating her stomach. She noticed him staring at her belly.

‘I’ll fix this, she said placing one hand on her stomach, winking. She pushed her stomach in and instantly it shrunk back to the taut and trim tummy of a fitness instructor. Simultaneously her boobs jutted out an extra cup size and she rose up another inch.

‘Well done! It looks like your breakfast has filled me up in all the right places!’ Katie beamed down at Jeff. Jeff smiled back goofily, his ability to speak taken away by quite possibly the sexiest girl he’d seen in his life.

‘Close your mouth, honey!’ Katie giggled.

‘How tall are you now?’ He finally managed.

‘Probably 7,9” or something. Why do you want to take my measurements?’

‘Yeah,’ said Jeff. 

‘All my measurements?’ Katie smirked, cupping her hefty breasts.

‘God yes!’

‘Maybe after lunch. You better start thinking about what you’re going to cook for me.’ Katie said with a wink. ‘See you later.’ She said blowing him a kiss. She ducked out of the kitchen door, her wide hips and big bum bumping against the door frame on the way out.

Part 9

The Rovers' midfield had given the ball away far too many times in Jeff’s game, the worst incident being when he tried to get his right winger to do a rabona but the player ended up kicking out his standing leg and falling flat on his arse. Wanderers were battering him 5-0. Suffice to say Jeff couldn’t focus on the game. There were too many thoughts whizzing around his head. He dropped the controller and began to pace. Generally he did all his best thinking as he paced. Did Katie like him? Had she forgiven him? Or was she setting him up for the fall?

He grabbed a DVD from the top shelf of his bookcase; West Side Story. The first time he took Katie out he took her to see this movie. It was a matinee showing in the local cinema as part of their ‘Flashbacks Of Cinema’ month. Katie had slapped his chest and laughed when he bought it on DVD for her birthday, telling him how cheesy he was. He got the same DVD thrown back at him when they broke up. He tucked it under his arm and started up the stairs.

He put his hand against the door and hesitated. His stomach churned. What was he supposed to say? Was he right to do this? He was afraid that Katie might just be winding him up. Before he could second guess any longer, he felt his knuckles wrap against her bedroom door impulsively. He heard someone approach the other side of the door, then without further warning the door swung open. Jeff’s view was engulfed by a wall of voluptuous, bare flesh. At the top of the doorframe, where one normally expected to be greeted by a smiling face, her big breasts, barely contained by her lacy pink bra, spilled eagerly into the hallway. The sight was enough to make him drop the DVD instantly. 

His eyes quickly and instinctively tracked down her perfect and perfectly huge female figure, absorbing every curve and crevice towards her tight abs. His eyes hovered over her pink panties which were stretched taught between her wide hips, and pulled tightly against her crotch, her outline visible. One hand adjusted her panty line sexily. Although he couldn’t see from the front of her, he could well imagine that her big and shapely bottom was chewing up the back of her panties, her frilly knickers no doubt hiking up her gorgeous cheeks with every subtle movement. He tore his eyes off her pink panties, which ended level to the halfway point of his torso, and followed her endless legs to the floor. She wore a pair of black suspenders, the creamy flesh that poked out between the fabric was smooth and supple and blemish free. He wanted so much to trace his way down them with his lips. At the bottom of her shapely legs were the largest feet he had ever seen. Her polished toenails were scrunching into the carpet, somehow retaining their cuteness in spite of their hugeness.
As Katie’s head ducked down and through the doorway, Jeff snapped back into real time. 

‘What took you so long?’ Katie asked, fluttering her eyelashes, looking down at him. Jeff was lost for words. She laughed softly and silently, stepping back into her bedroom while holding the door to let Jeff slide past.

~

Jeff wanted to say sorry to Katie. That he always had been sorry for the way things had happened between them. That the only reason he had never said sorry what that he was terrified verbal confirmation that he had messed things up for them, forever. He wanted to tell her that this was the reason he acted like such a massive dick towards her most of the time; because it was easier to pretend to hate her than tell her he still loved her and have her not say it back. He wanted to say all of this but as soon as he opened his lips, Katie planted a big, hungry kiss on them.

Her big wet lips engulfed his own, sucking his mouth lustfully and powerfully. Katie’s eyes were shut, and in between kisses she breathed in and out heavily, her warm breath engulfing him with the thick scent of cherries. She wrapped her arms around him. Raking his back with one hand, and pinching his buttocks firmly with the other, she pulled him in closer, right into her soft, warm breasts. With a free hand he traced over her silky bra until he found the nub of her nipple. He twirled and teased it softly as it stiffened to his touch. She sighed appreciatively before kissing him strongly. She bit his lower lip and tugged at it playfully while he went to work on the arduous task of getting her bra off. The strap was so tight against the expanse of her back that he couldn’t get any purchase. He dug at the hooks in vein.

‘This is bloody typical of your love life, Jeff. Your wildest fantasy and you’re fucking it up!’ Jeff grumbled to himself. Katie giggled at his plight. She grabbed his hands, and tenderly put them down to his side.

‘I’ve got a better idea,’ she whispered. She looked down at her already overflowing bra and silently made a wish. She wished that within the next ten seconds, her boobs would grow enough that they would burst right out of her bra. Slowly but surely, her breasts visibly swelled. They watched fervently as more boob flesh filled the cups beyond capacity and more skin pushed out of the sides of her bra. The straps pulled across her shoulders tighter and tighter. Her vast cleavage pushed closer together as her bra struggled to hold everything in. ‘Enough’ came relatively quickly, she had only grown two more sizes as the clasps snapped behind her back and her bra fell to the floor uselessly. At Jeff’s eyelevel were the two biggest and perkiest breasts he had seen. Katie seemed to have taken pleasure in watching her boobs grow if her nipples were anything to go by. They were standing to attention on her perky round breasts, looking eager to be played with. Jeff wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of each tit, right away. She moaned lowly at his touch which sent jolts through her added inches. She grabbed him by the waist, hoisted him up into the air and tossed him onto her bed. She giggled, impressed by the ease of which she manhandled her man. Jeff got the hint and frantically wriggled out of his clothes. Katie put her thumb under the elastic of her panties and swiftly tore them off as if they were made of tissue paper. She shifted her leg over his body, straddling him. Putting most of her weight down she pinned him to the bed. Her sopping wetness against his member told him that she was ready. The musky smell that filled the room was driving him crazy, his heart beating into a flurry. Jeff and Katie then proceeded to have the loudest, most passionate sex of their adult lives, pausing only briefly after Katie’s second orgasm, when the bed buckled, leaving the couple and their mattress to crash loudly to the floor.

~

Jeff woke up to what looked like a demolition sight. He woke up to find himself on the carpet on top of a pile of their clothes. The behemoth bed-hog Katie had kicked him off the mattress and now lay spread out and fast asleep on the broken bed, the queen sized duvet struggling to cover her giant, naked body. Jeff got up and slipped on the broken bed board under his foot. He put his clothes on. Despite his movement, Katie slept unstirred. He went out the front door quietly.

Downstairs in the kitchen, where Jeff had made his way to make a cup of tea for Katie and him, he bumped into Heather. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at him disapprovingly. 

‘You two kept the whole house up last night!’ Heather said, unimpressed.

‘What do you mean?’ Jeff feigned innocence.

‘Well, apart from all the moaning and screaming, there was the banging. I thought you two were gonna come through the wall at one point!’ she said.

‘Sorry about that,’ Jeff said with a proud smile.

‘I have to say I’m surprised though. She’s got an appetite! I’m surprised that she didn’t get her fill the other night.’ The smile wiped off Jeff’s face almost instantly. He looked at Heather, puzzled.

‘Huh? What happened the other night?’

‘Well, she fucked those two guys didn’t she?’ “Fucked.” That word hit him like a nine iron club to the head, the reverberations of the impact shattering his idealised visions of Katie. The intimacy they’d just shared seemed purely sensational, self indulgent. Meaningless. Reverence towards Katie suddenly became revulsion. The word was astute; in his mind, everything was now fucked.

‘Fucked which guys?’

‘Just two guys from the club. Complete strangers. I’d never seen them before and I didn’t catch their names, I hope she did.’

‘Slut.’ The word rolled off Jeff’s tongue with real venom.

‘Well what do you expect? Ever since she’s found that locket she’s become a selfish, sociopathic bitch! She only cares about making herself happy and she’ll hurt whoever she wants along the way!’

‘But I thought we were back together...’ Jeff said with a dejected look.

‘Nah, that was probably just a booty call for her! She can have whatever she wants with that locket, and last night I guess she wanted you. Who knows what she’ll want tonight though.’

‘Tart,’ Jeff could only add. This was the moment, if Jeff could ever look back on this day with clarity, where rash decisions were made. In that instance all Jeff wanted was an outlet for his anger. In hindsight, should he have held out for the whole story before he did what he did now, things might have worked out better. But in the heat of the moment, all he was looking for was a way to hurt Katie. So he said this; ‘I know how to cut that bitch back down to size!’

‘How?’ said Heather eagerly.

‘I’ll keep her distracted, you go to town right now! Find the antique shop called the Raven’s Writing Desk and tell the old man to bring his witch, I’ve found the locket.’

‘What?’ said a baffled Heather.

‘Antique shop, old man, witch. Go, now!’ Heather nodded and swiftly left the room. Jeff heard the front door bang closed shortly thereafter. Meanwhile he did his best to swallow his resentment and took the cups of tea upstairs to Katie’s room.

~

Kerry and Thom were waiting to be seated at the entrance to La Nuché for a spot of brunch. The waitress who came over to seat them crained her head up in awe at the 7 foot Kerry, and the 6,5” Thom. Kerry had given Thom an extra few inches so he didn’t have to feel so short when they walked down the street together.

‘Good morning, sir et madame, table for two?’ said the waitress with a French twang, she looked up at the power couple, locking eyes with Thom. Thom smiled, and matched her gaze for a few seconds longer than Kerry felt comfortable with. The waitress was pretty. She was petite with dark hair and eyes, she oozed sophistication and her pert perky figure under her practical, but slightly low hemmed and too tight work clothes, teased sexuality. 

‘You two are boyfriend and girlfriend? In for a romantic meal, non?’ The waitress probed, innocently enough. It was a touch rude to ask though, Kerry thought. Why did everyone always ask if they were a couple? Did they not look like a couple? Kerry was about to affirm her guesses, when Thom interrupted.

‘No candles or booths thanks, just your standard brunch table.’

‘Oh okay, good. I mean... I’m Jeanette,’ the waitress said, mainly to Thom. ‘But you can call me Jenny.’ Thom was smiling down at her wryly, looking her up and down a little, Kerry noticed. She was very pretty, Kerry conceded. Despite her alluring dark features and tight, perky figure, it was the accent that made her most sexy. Kerry wanted that accent. She made a wish, and cleared her throat to grab the attention of the waitress and her boyfriend.

‘Oui d’accord! Je voudrais une table pour deux et qu’elle est la bouteille de vin la plus chère dans le menu, car je voudrais ça aussi! !’ Kerry said to the waitress with a perfect southern French accent.

‘Oui-Okay.’ Your French is good!’ said the surprised waitress, walking them to their seats. She handed them their menus, Thom discreetly checked out the waitress as she bent over the table to hand Kerry her menu. Kerry only caught it in the corner of her eye, and he quickly turned his eyes to the menu when Kerry looked up. to get their drinks.

‘Since when did you speak fluent French?’ asked Thom.

‘Since today! I’ve always wanted to pick up a new language. Et le langues de français est tres beau, non?’ 

‘Huh? Sure whatever,’ said Thom starting on the breadsticks.

‘Well this is nice, isn’t it?’ said Kerry, surveying the swanky decor of the restaurant.

‘Bit too posh. I mean, look! There’s caviar in my breadsticks!’

‘That’s not caviar, babe. Those little black seeds are poppy seeds.’ 

‘Well they better still be free breadsticks.’

‘It’s fine, I’m buying!’ said Kerry, chirpily. ‘It’s my treat, to celebrate our first meal together as a proper boyfriend and girlfriend.’

‘Mmmm, if you say so.’

There was an awkward lull in the conversation. Kerry looked around the restaurant. It was quiet enough to hear Otis Redding sing “Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay” quietly through the speakers. There were a few other early bird diners. One fat, middle aged, tourist type with his fat, middle aged tourist wife. One very old, well dressed gentleman sat alone. One man trying his best to keep his younger kids occupied while his wife was in the restroom. Kerry was ebbed in by the diners’ blank expressions that were papered over resenting eyes. Kerry was reminded of a line from that Jim Carey and Kate Winslet film, “Are we the dining dead?” She shuddered. Otis Redding wasn’t helping to lighten the atmosphere one bit;

-Sitting here resting my bones, and this loneliness won’t leave me alone. It’s just two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my own.

Kerry felt like she wanted to cry. She shook her head, poured a glass of the table water, and took a big gulp. She must still be a little hung over from the other night, she reasoned. She always got sad for no reason when she was hung over.

The waitress arrived at the table with their bottle of wine. And poured some for Kerry to try.

‘Ca va? This wine okay?’ she asked. Kerry swilled it around her glass, and then around her palette like she had seen people do on TV. 

‘Ah oui, c’est bien ça!’ She said. Not really knowing what she was supposed to be tasting, it tasted nice to her nonetheless.

‘Good, are you two ready to order?’ asked the waitress.

‘Umm, can I get the truffles and risotto for starters. Then the seafood salad for mains?’

‘Umm, madame, that’s a lot of food. Are you sure you can eat it all? They are big portions,’ said the waitress, sounding innocent. Kerry flashed red. She stretched out, sitting up straight in her chair, which creaked slightly under her weight, to remind the waitress how big she was.

‘I’ll manage it,’ said Kerry. ‘I’m a big girl after all!’ She smiled with satisfaction.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll start her on the diet next month,’ said Jeff with a smirk. The waitress giggled nervously. ‘I’ll have the steak, well done, no starter please, Jenny.’ Kerry’s cheeks flared up as “Jenny" took away the menus. Jeff smiled in Kerry’s direction. She smiled at him trying to hide her annoyance at his putdown in front of the waitress. She shrugged it off.

‘So, I was thinking we could tell the rest of the house about us tonight.’

‘Huh? Why tonight?’ Thom shrugged.

‘Well we’re gonna have to tell Katie that we’ve grown. She freaked out enough the first time I grew so she’s bound to be pissy about it this time. Not to mention I’ve grown you too! So I think we should just get all of the breaking news out of the way at once, don’t you?’

‘Well, there’s no rush,’ Thom said nonchalantly. Kerry had heard that sentence one time too many. Excusing herself to go to the bathroom was just about all she could do to refrain herself from tearing Thom’s head clean off. This was going to be a long and painful brunch, Kerry sighed.

Part 10

Kerry brought her big bum down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and started to cry. Despite the fact that the sheer weight of her bum clumsily crashing down onto the porcelain was enough to make it crack and creak, nearly detaching it from the wall, she still felt small and helpless.

She had gone in to the bathroom to do her breathing exercises, the ones her doctor taught her to calm down when she was anxious, but she was too upset to concentrate on them now. What a pathetic sight she must be, thought Kerry with her hands in her palms. I’m a 7 foot girl who’s locked herself in the toilet, crying over her boyfriend that doesn't love her. She knew what his answer would be when it came to telling the others that they were boyfriend and girlfriend tonight. She knew he would chicken out and say no. ‘Why Is he so ashamed of me?’ she asked herself in between sobs. ‘How pathetic,’ she wimpered. Even as a giant, Kerry couldn't help but feel like a little girl. Being all powerful felt like the furthest thing away from her grasp at the moment. 

She thought about how Katie had behaved in the club the other night. How being huge and the focal point of the room came so naturally to her. She treated everyone like they were literally beneath her, as a giant girl who knows what she wants, should. Kerry thought it would be the same when she was big. Instead she just felt like a big lanky target for people to pick on. At 7 foot she felt more out in the open then she ever did at 5,2. 

In hasty anger she made a wish. She wished that she were more like Katie. Her heart pounded franticly in apprehension after she had made the wish and had time to think about its consequences. The severity of what she had just done hitting her like a haystack. Her breaths started to get short and quick when all of a sudden they stopped. She calmly took in a deep breath through her nose, the scent of lemon detergent suddenly became apparent. It was a cheap scent, which didn’t fit the high cuisine pretence of the rest of the restaurant. Tssk, tssk, Kerry thought. Somebody is cutting corners! I hope that antibacterial spray was cutting it. It did look awfully dirty around the rim of the toilet. She might have to mention it to the owner of the restaurant. She might also tell him that her mother is a health and safety standards officer and that he could risk losing a star if his hygiene standards were lacking. How much would he take of her bill if that was the case? Kerry giggled, she relished the thought. 

Kerry suddenly viewed the world more crisply. People like her boyfriend Thom and the waitress Jenny seemed to make more sense to her now. They seemed more malleable in a sense. They seemed to fit like pieces on a chessboard. She could see now how to play them off one another. The rules of chess seemed to make more sense to her also. She could see five steps ahead of herself. All the squares on the board had gone from black and white to grey. And that was a colour she got. Grey was her new colour. 

The idea of growing seemed like a much better way to lighten herself up than her breathing techniques. She hesitated. Worried about what Katie might say. Katie had made it clear that she was to be the biggest one in the house. She thought twice. However the mental image of looking down on everyone in the restaurant, including her boyfriend and the pretty French waitress, was far too tempting an opportunity to pass up. 

She closed her eyes and made a wish. She started to grow, her head rising higher and higher. She found it soothing, a warm and pleasant feeling swelled up inside her as every cell of her body expanded, her big breasts swelling up to bra popping proportions while the bottom of her floral dress hiked up her thighs. She kicked off her shoes which became achingly small for her stretching soles. By the time she finished growing, her hair was brushing against the ceiling of the washroom. It took some manoeuvring to get out of the door with her wider shoulders and hips. She had to squeeze her but out of the doorway. The washroom felt more like a playhouse for kids than a room for adults. Now at 8 feet high she felt at ease and better able to enjoy her brunch safely in the knowledge she wasn’t going to allow herself to be belittled by her thoughtless boyfriend and that snooty, French slut. More height meant more power. Screw it if Katie didn’t like that.

Kerry came out of the bathroom calm, composed and around 8 feet tall. Her apprehensions about growing were quickly alleviated by the time she made it back to the table. The waitress was setting down a steak knife for Thom. She was playing with her hair and giggling as Kerry approached her. Kerry's giant body cast a big shadow as she loomed high over the waitress. Thom stopped flirting, Kerry was unsure whether it was through fear of being caught, or due to the sheer shock of seeing her now a foot taller and within touching distance of the roof! She smiled down regardless. The waitress turned around, her nose brushing across Kerry’s huge midsection, tickling her inadvertently. Kerry chuckled, her heavy voice reverberating through the room. She was shocked and slightly frightened to see an unusually tall girl anyway turn into an abnormally and unbelievably big one. Kerry was impossibly huge. The poor waitress had never seen anything like it. Her mouth dried up and her breathing quickened. 

‘Ta da,’ Kerry said, pleased with herself. The waitress dropped the steak knife in response to Kerry’s booming voice. It bounced under the table. ‘Better pick that up,’ said Kerry condescendingly, pointing under the table. The waitress got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table, trying to find the steak knife. Kerry sat back down, tucking her long legs under the table cloth. The poor waitress found herself gridlocked between the tall teens’ powerful legs. She inadvertently got a flash of Kerry’s tight, pink knickers and something about being unable to move between Kerry’s long legs made her feel very small and helpless. All of a sudden she had the urge to burst into tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat and found the steak knife and tapped Kerry on the leg to let her out.

‘S’cuse me madame,’ said the waitress meekly from under the table cloth. She prodded Kerry’s big thigh harder under the table, indicating that she wanted to get out. The waitress blushed when Kerry’s legs briefly opened again, giving her another eyeful. But continuing the charade, Kerry didn’t let her out from underneath the table, pretending to be blissfully unaware that she was under there. Thinking on instinct she poked Kerry with the sharp end of the knife. Kerry squeaked in surprise as her legs flinched open. The waitress crawled out of the gap. 

‘Oops, ‘forgot you were down there,’ Kerry said as the waitress’s head emerged from underneath the table, her face screwed up into an expression of embarrassment. She cleared her throat, trying to compose the situation then turned her back on the table and started to walk off to find them another steak knife. She was halted by a big hand wrapping around her shoulder and gripping it tightly.

‘Whoah there, shorty,’ said Kerry holding her by the ball of her shoulder. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Kerry spun her round easily and carelessly, the waitress stumbled but just managed to remain upright. She locked eyes with Kerry, who was now at eye level sat down. The waitress had on the frightened face of a squirrel being confronted by a low flying eagle.

‘I’m getting monsieur another steak knife, let me go please.’

‘Nah.’ Said Kerry still holding onto the waitresses shoulder.

‘Don’t!’ Thom said sharply. He refused to make eye contact with Kerry. Kerry couldn’t decide whether it was fear or embarrassment his gaze averted.

‘Shut up, you!’ Kerry returned dismissively. She returned her attention to the waitress within her grasp.

‘No, you’re not done serving us yet missy!’

‘What? Madame, you have your drinks and I have taken your orders. What else is it you need?’ Kerry put her finger to her head, tapping her temple. Her lips pursed and a dark smile crossed her mouth.

‘Take off your shirt.’ Kerry finally said.

‘Quoi!’ said the waitress.

‘What do you mean what?’ said Kerry calmly. ‘My boyfriend has been staring at your tits since you sat us down, so I want you to get them out. Understood?’ she said smugly.

‘Absolutely not!’

‘You absolutely will. I want topless service for the rest of the afternoon. Start by unbuttoning that blouse.’ The waitress was repulsed at the notion of waiting on her tables topless. There wasn’t an exhibitionist bone in her body. She hated showing off her bare skin. However she had some burning urge to obey what Kerry was saying. She couldn’t explain it. All of a sudden the idea of everyone staring at her exposed figure became sort of exciting. Something started to stir in her panties and without thinking she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. The world was moving in and out of focus in Jenny’s eyes. All of a sudden she couldn’t take her mind off sexy thoughts and all the while a booming voice was telling her to take off her blouse inside her head. Momentarily as the world shifted into focus, Jenny prised her fingers off her buttons.

‘This is... I can’t... I shouldn’t,’ she managed between breaths.

‘If you’re worried that going the extra mile in your service will not be rewarded, don’t be,’ said Kerry reaching into her wallet with a smile. She plucked out a handful of twenty pound notes and counted five out and left them on the middle of the table. ‘I tip very well,’ said Kerry with a smirk. The sight of that handful of money made Jenny go red between the legs. She was compelled to slip a few of those notes into the cup of her bra. All of a sudden she wanted Kerry to do it while she did a little dance for her. She wanted that money, she thought, and she was willing to do anything to earn it.

‘Take off your blouse,’ said Kerry. Jenny started fumbling at the buttons. ‘Rip it off,’ Kerry ordered. Jenny put both her hands under the collar of her blouse and tugged with all her might. One by one her buttons pinged across the table and floor. After two buttons her glorious chest was on display. Each breast was a perky little handful of caramel coloured flesh, supported by a sexy purple cup. Each nipple pricked up as she pulled her shirt down passed them. Another tear and her sexy, tight abdomen and tapered hips were in open air. Jenny stared at Kerry, lustfully and hungrily. She put one hand down the front of her workpants absent-mindedly, driven only by her own carnal cravings she began to play with herself. 

Kerry giggled at the scene she was causing. She looked at Thom. He had a look of insane jealousy painted on his face. Kerry simply laughed while Jenny let out a soft moan. Just then the service bell went and Jenny snapped back into focus. She pulled her damp fingers out of her panties and went into the kitchen to fetch an order of food.

‘What’s happened to you?’ asked Thom. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘I’m having some fun?’ said Kerry tucking into a breadstick, looking quite nonplussed.

‘Your WELL out of order!’ he said.

‘Yeah? Let’s just say I’m getting tired of waiting for a certain someone to come round.’ Kerry said rolling her eyes while pouring herself another large glass of wine.

‘It’s that locket, it’s turning you into a monster,’ Thom said quietly.

‘Monster? Give me a break, plenty of guys would kill to have an 8 foot girlfriend!’

‘You’re not my girlfriend,’ Thom said. Kerry didn’t look up from her glass of wine. She ignored him completely. ‘Did you hear me, Kerry? You’re not-

‘-Say it again and I’ll crush every bone in your body! I’ll shrink you down to ten inches tall and you’ll live in my sock draw for the rest of your life. You’ll only get fresh air and daylight on the odd occasions I decide to use you as a human dildo! Say it again and I’ll give you the height and strength of a toddler and drop you off at your ex’s house. You know? The ex who told you dumped hastily when at seventeen told you that she couldn’t wait to start a family with you? Well if she wanted kids so much I’m sure she can’t wait to get her hands around you now! Say that again and any of that stuff can be arranged! Just say it again.’ Thom didn’t say it again. He sat in stunned silence. ‘Now where’s that slutty waitress with my bloody entrée?’


~

Jeff’s bed creaked and groaned under Katie’s massive weight as she wiggled her bum to get comfortable. The metal frame had distorted under her load and it and Jeff’s mattress were halfway to touching the floor. The bed was looking more like a hammock than a single. Jeff didn’t fancy his chances with the bed holding their combined weight, so instead he perched at the foot of the bed.

Katie was playing on Jeff’s Xbox while Jeff, as per her instructions, gave her a “loving” foot massage. She had one big foot resting on his lap and she rolled her ankles idly while Jeff dug his fingers into the balls of her feet and pressed against her arches. He had to knead her feet quite firmly for her to feel him through the rough soles of her feet.

‘What am I supposed to be doing in this game again?’ Katie asked.

‘You fix your garden. If you tidy it up and fix it... yeah, like that.... then you see that watering can? Use that to water your garden. And buy one of those water fountains. Then what happens is, you see those litter critters? They’ll come and live in your garden. They’re like your pets,’ Jeff said, trying to make the simplicities of the game even simpler for Katie.

‘Mmm, pets. I like the sound of that,’ purred Katie.

‘That’s name of the game. Get as many exotic little critters living in your garden as possible, and in the meantime don’t have an epileptic fit from looking at all the bright colours,’ said Jeff.

‘Cute. This game is way better than the football game. Why don’t you play this more often? Me and Kerry might spend some time with you boys in here if that was the case.’ 

‘Well you’d have more of a chance being able to follow what’s going on if we played this game. But even them I’m not so sure.’

‘This game is great! I like playing god with these little critters. It’s fun! I should do it more often,’ Katie said with a wink. Jeff’s stomach sank at the implications of what Katie was saying. He continued to rub her feet warmly. She was giving no indication to how it felt or whether he was doing it right. He was curious to see how sensitive her giant feet were. He ran his fingernails gently across the tips of her toes in an attempt to tickle her. She let out an ear piercing squeal, Followed by a fit of giggles.

‘AHH! TICKLES!!’ She said kicking out at Jeff. She planted one of her huge feet into Jeff’s midsection and booted his chest. Jeff rocketed off the bet falling winded onto the floor on the other side of the room. Jeff clasped his chest, trying to catch his breath, meanwhile Katie, far from being sympathetic, broke into a fit of laughter.

‘That’s what you get for touching my toes, PIPSQUEAK!’ said Katie when she’d finally composed herself. ‘You’re lucky I don’t decide to beat the snot out o’ ya!’ she said shaking her fist and sounding like a character straight out of Bugsy Malone.

‘You pack one hell of a wallop these days,’ said Jeff, shaking his head after he’d finally got his breath back.

‘I thought I always did?’ she said, feigning sweetness.

‘Nope. If you were this strong when we broke up, I’d be a dead man,’ said Jeff.

‘Aww, there’s still plenty of time for that.’

‘Sure.’ Jeff said gruffly.

‘Now, while we’re on the subject, little man. Why don’t you come over here and do your best to try and please this big horny girl?’

‘Eeeh, maybe later,’ said Jeff reluctantly.

‘Sure, or maybe now?’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Jeff coldly. Katie sat up in the bed looking dejected. She looked to Jeff confused.

‘Since when have you been so shy? You weren’t so bashful last night!’ she snapped.

‘Well I didn’t know about the other guys last night.’ Jeff’s tone was matter of fact and lacking in emotion.

‘What guys?’ said Katie.

‘The random strangers you picked up in the club the other night, and let spit roast you like a pig.’ Katie’s hand wrapped round his face so quickly he didn’t even see it coming. All he heard was a large crack as loud as a whip against his face. She hit his ear so hard it felt like his eardrum had burst.

‘Fucking idiot,’ Jeff heard her say through the one ear not ringing. ‘I didn’t let them spit roast me. I didn’t do anything with them,’ she said, her voice cracking a little.

‘Bullshit. You were out all night,’ said Jeff.

‘We went back to their place and had a cup of coffee and that was it! The most those two got was a peck on the cheek between them.’

‘That’s crap. I saw the way you were dancing with guys, flirting with them that night,’ said Jeff, anger creeping into his voice.

‘You dickhead!’ said Katie, her eyes starting to well up. ‘You were SUPPOSED TO SEE IT!! You were supposed to see it all. It was supposed to make you jealous so YOU’D come over and dance with ME! So YOU’D tell me I was beautiful and YOU’D want to take me home! You’re the one I wanted! You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted!’ Katie finished now crying.

‘But Heather said you went home with-’

‘-I left the club with those guys, but you were long gone by the time that we left. And I never got my dance. The whole night I never got my dance. It was my party and I never got to slow dance. So where were you?’ Katie asked. It was Jeff’s turn to feel bad.

‘Drinking.’

‘See, you stood me up for booze. Now who’s the fucking hypocrite?’

‘No, Katie, I’m sorry. I thought you were done even humouring me. The other night I felt further away from you then I ever have. And I’m sorry but that feeling killed me. Loosing you once was hard enough but I thought I'd lost you forever this time. But then last night happened and it was incredible. And I thought I had you back. And I thought that was incredible but then it all turned to shit when I heard about the other guys because that just made me another thing to do.’

‘There are no other guys. I love you, you silly twat!’ said Katie. She let out a little laugh while she wiped the tears from her face.

‘Well that’s fucking handy. Because I love you too!’ said Jeff. Katie's face filled with relief. A joyful smile spread across her cheeks as she pulled Jeff in for a cuddle. Jeff snuggled into her large, warm breasts. He could hear her heart beating on the other side of her soft, comforting bosom. A heart which he was relieved to know still belonged to him, as much as his heart belonged to her. He felt like he could stay like this all afternoon, until a sudden realisation hit him like a bus.

‘Fuck! Heather!’ said Jeff.

‘Jeff... that’s a very forward, very rude way of asking me for a threesome!’ said Katie.

‘No, I’m serious. I think I’ve jumped the gun and overreacted and quite possibly fucked everything up! Where’s your phone, quick! We’ve got to give her a call. I have to stop her.’ said Jeff. 

Katie and Jeff turned the place over, frantically looking for Katie’s little pink phone. Meanwhile Heather pushed the door of The Raven’s Writing Desk open, as the little shop bell jingled, indicating to the inhabitants of the shop that she had arrived.

Part 11

The waitress Jenny bounced out of the kitchen carrying Kerry’s starter. Thom noticed her perky breasts jiggle up and down with her every spritely step towards their table. As strange a spectacle Jenny made, bouncing through the high class restaurant topless, what made the sight even stranger was that nobody else in the restaurant was paying her any attention. The old man smacked at his food like a tortoise and the children continued to bicker. The wife of the middle aged couple walked right past Jenny on her way to the bathroom without even doing a double take. It seemed to Thom as if the only three people in the restaurant that knew Jenny was naked, were himself, Kerry and Jenny. 

Jenny placed the mushroom risotto in front of Kerry. 

‘Looks gorgeous, non?’ Kerry looked up from her plate. Jenny was looking at her and not food.

‘Why thank you, darling! The food looks lovely too!’ she said with a giggle. Jenny laughed loudly, as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. She gazed at Kerry in amorous silence, ready to hang onto every word she said.

‘Can I get anything else for you? Condiments? Balsamic vinegar? Ground black pepper?’ Kerry shook her head, while biting the succulent mushroom off the end of her fork. Jenny’s legs stayed glued to the spot, her eyes still gazed lovingly at Kerry. 

Kerry patted her lap, signalling Jenny over. Jenny’s eyes opened wide gleefully, as she bounded over and leaped onto Kerry’s lap. Jenny went straight to work by nuzzling into Kerry’s neck, showering her with kisses. In between mouthfuls of risotto, Kerry winked at Thom as she began to undo Jenny’s bra.

‘Jealous much?’ Kerry asked Thom, looking smugly across the table at him. Thom remained silent as his head visibly shook and his face went red. Kerry managed to get Jenny’s bra off, exposing her perky tits to the restaurant. Jenny squealed in delight as Kerry’s fingers rolled delicately over her caramel drop nipples. Jenny turned her whole body in towards Kerry; her legs were straddling one of Kerry’s big thighs as she writhed in pleasure on Kerry’s lap.

‘You should’ve got a starter too!’ said Kerry with a snigger. ‘You can try some of my risotto if you like,’ she said pushing her plate over the table. She turned her attention back to the wriggling pot of lust in her lap and planted a long, strong kiss on Jenny’s hungry lips. 

‘I’m Kerry, by the way,’ Kerry said with a giggle, as a matter of formality.

‘It’s a beautiful name! I’m Jenny... Now kiss me again.’ Jenny pouted eagerly as Kerry planted another sopping wet kiss on her lips. Kerry slipped her hands down the back of Jenny’s bottoms, wrapping her fingers around Jenny’s tight little rump and Jenny responded by grinding into her thigh.

‘Excuse the lull in conversation, I’ll be busy for a while,’ Kerry said to Thom, only briefly taking her eyes and lips off Jenny. Thom, who could do nothing more than watch the two girls in a rage of jealousy. He wrung out the napkin on his lap until his palms started to sting.

~

The Victorian bell on the front door of the thrift shop rang as Heather crossed the threshold. There was an old smell hanging in the air. It was not an all together unpleasant smell. It was the smell of wood polish, a smell Heather could immediately associate with care and attention. It was a stark contrast to the smell of most second-hand stores she’d visited, where you were hit at the door by the smell of dirty old clothes; salvaged from the piss wrapped grasps of incontinence.

Heather waded past the giant grandfather clock and port hole like mirror on her way towards the counter. She was pretending to browse and through her peripheral vision she could see what looked like a tall, slim figured girl with striking platinum blonde hair, who looked a similar age to her. Heather was startled when she finally reached the till and made eye contact with the lady.

‘What are you buying today?’ said the lady. Heather could see how she mistook the woman for a girl of her age; her trim figure rivalled that of any of the girls Heather had seen on campus, yet it was unmistakable, looking at her face that this twenty-something's body belonged to a much older lady. Heather could see the crow’s feet under her eyes as well as the jowls in her cheek. The hair that Heather at first glance thought to platinum blonde, was in fact a whitish grey. But these were the only signs of the old ladies age, Heather noted as she looked the rest of her body up and down. 

The lady wore an ink black ruffled blouse, which was low cut across her chest, showing off her generous bust, which looked like a plump and firm DD cup with just the faintest hint of wrinkled skin between her cleavage. Heather would assume her breasts were implants, if only they looked anything other than completely natural.

The lady, Instead of displaying the tired and slouched posture of age, stood up tall and confident to her 5,9” modelesque height. She looked nothing like old and haggard, but instead as ripe as a peach. In lieu of the rest of the lady’s dynamite body, the wrinkles on her face seemed to signify character and a wealth of experience, rather than wear.

‘Well? What do you want, girl?’ There was something off about the lady’s demeanour. She seemed very inhospitable for a shopkeeper.

‘I.. umm...’ Heather struggled with her words. Jeff had sent her down with a very limited supply of information. The lady sighed.

‘Is this the girl you sold my locket to?’ she said looking to one side. Heather followed the lady’s line of sight, to see who she was talking to. Heather was shocked to see that behind the counter, tied to an antique chair was an old man in thick, round port hole like spectacles.

‘This girl? Umm...’ The old man squinted at Heather through his spectacles. ‘No, that’s not her.’

‘That’s just great! Looks like I’m going to need some more rope,’ said the Lady. Heather tried bolting for the door.

‘STAY THERE!’ said the lady, and Heather did. Her legs straightened stiff, and every muscle in her body tensed up. She was glued to the spot, despite the fact that every fibre in her body told her to run. Heather tried to move her arms and then tried to move her legs, she could move neither. In the grip of paralysis, she tried to scream, but only a soft cry escaped her lips.

It was a distressing feeling, being completely aware of what’s going on around you, yet having no dominion over your own body. Heather was terrified. She was shifted into the back room by the lady. She found herself alongside her co-hostage and temporary companion; the old man in the spectacles. Heather opened her mouth, and found thankfully that she could still talk.

‘W-what’s going on?’ she asked the old man.

‘Terribly sorry, miss,’ said the old man, ‘it appears we’re in a spot of bother.’

‘Why the hell are we tied up? And who’s that lady?’

‘That hag is in fact a witch that has commandeered my shop.’ The witch came into the back room of the shop, muttering angrily. Heather and the old man stared up from their chaired prisons apprehensively. 

‘Hey! What the hell are you doing with us? Let us go? What are you keeping us for?’ Heather shouted. The witch stormed past them to the mirror without even looking at them. She wiped the glass with her sleeve and looked in the mirror.

‘Not another wrinkle!’ said the witch, looking at her reflection. ‘That’s the second one this week!’ She pulled a pot of moisturising cream out of her handbag.

‘Let me go! I don’t have your bloody locket!’ Heather continued to protest as the witch paid no attention. Heather’s approach wasn’t working. She had regained the control of her body at last. The ropes around her wrists were cutting in to her slightly, but other than that she was under no real danger. She was no longer paralysed and she could struggle and shout as much as she wanted, which gave her some comfort. Her hunch was that the witch wasn’t intent of doing any damage to her. Heather also deduced by the way the witch had been pacing and was now tapping her foot, that she didn't seem patient enough to detain her for too long a period. She certainly wasn’t getting water-boarded here, Heather thought. She decided to change her approach. She piped down, and stared the witch. 

The witch applied the cream vigorously over her face, then rubbing it into the cracks of her crow’s feet. Heather watched the witch bemusedly. ‘What?’ The witch said looking over her shoulder.

‘Is that a pot of Nivia?’ asked Heather.

‘Yeah? What’s your point, young lady?’ said the witch.

‘I just didn’t expect a witch to be using the same moisturising cream as me, that’s all.’

‘ I’ll have you know little madam, I hadn’t seen a wrinkle in 40 years until this week!’

‘Well-you do look good for your age.’

‘For my age? Oh, piss off! I look good for YOUR AGE!’

‘Well I mean, you don’t look a day over thirty.’

‘There’s no point trying to butter me up, I’m definitely not untying you. Nivia is NOT what I normally use, I’ve usually got a wealth of magic at my disposal for all my beauty care needs, I wealth of magic which has recently gone missing.’ The witch methodically massaged her furled brow. ‘And I’m into my sixties for the record,’ she said proudly.

‘I’m Heather, and I don’t have your magic locket so you can let me go.’ The witch sighed and shook her head.

‘I’m Isabella, and that’s a real shame Heather, because I’m not leaving until I get my locket back.’ Heather sighed. It appeared that she was here for the long haul. She had come to the antique shop with every intention of telling whoever it may concern, exactly where to find Katie. But being paralysed and tied up by this witch had changed her outlook slightly. As much as Katie’s new powers frightened her, she wasn’t willing to give up her friend if it might land her in any serious danger. After all, the powers of this witch’s locket were inside of Katie now, and who knows what sort of invasive procedures Isabella had in mind to get those powers out of Katie? She decided to dig for more information while trying not to let on what she already knew.

‘So what’s so magical about this locket?’

‘Locked inside it is the most powerful magic known to witchcraft.’

‘Haha! Sure. I believe you.’

‘Foolish girl! Don’t mock what you don’t understand!’

‘Sorry, I’m just finding it difficult to understand how the most powerful magic known to man ended up in a thrift store in Wales; slap bang in the arse end of nowhere!’

‘Fool! Celtic magic is the oldest and strongest magic in the world! The Wicca originate from the British Isles. Why wouldn’t it be in Wales? That locket contains very dangerous powers bestowed by the goddess, Macchya. Macchya is the phantom Queen, sister to The Morrigan; the fallen goddess who flies over battles and decides their outcome. Macchya holds dominion over sexuality and fertility. She exerts her dominance over all men. If whoever has my locket, doesn’t know how to control her power, they could end up becoming a vessel for a very dangerous and uncontrollable amount of power!’

‘So, how did Macchya end up in your locket?’ probed Heather. For the first time Isabella looked a little coy and embarrassed.

‘You know how it is. We were all young once. It was the sixties. We were all exploring the limits of sexuality, and I –eer invoked the spirit of a sex goddess, so I could... we were all experimenting one way or another!’ Heather shuddered. As hot as this older lady was, she was probably a similar age to her grandmother, she shuddered thinking that this was probably how her mother was conceived; on a field in some hippy festival in the Isle of Wight or somewhere like that, in the middle of some bunny fuck fest, hippy orgy!

‘How did such a supposedly powerful locket, find its way into a thrift store?’ Heather asked, swiftly moving on.

‘Ah, I have my second husband to thank for that blunder. He found its hiding spot and as he’d never seen it round my neck he decided to donate it to charity.’ Heather rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t worry. I didn’t marry him for his brains, as I guess he didn’t marry me for my personality!’ Isabella said adjusting her blouse around her bust.

‘So, who’d have thought it? Limitless power is actually dangerous!’ Heather said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

‘That’s why I have to find this girl who has my locket! She is in grave danger!’ Heather sat in silence. She thought long and hard about what the witch had said. Could she trust her? She was tied to a chair after all. But what she said seemed to make sense. And if Katie was in danger then what choice did she have? She was about to open her mouth and tell Isabella everything she knew when she heard the bell of the front of the shop ding. 

~

The two main courses of Kerry and Thom’s brunch were being served at La Nuche. The waitress Jenny had long since gotten rid of her work trousers, and her breasts bounced freely in the open air. The only item of clothing she had on now as she approached their table was a pair of cotton white panties, which bore a little damp patch at the front thanks to her and Kerry’s steamy frolics throughout starters. She walked past the manager of the floor half naked and he didn't bat an eyelid. It was still as if everyone in the restaurant didn’t see what Thom and Kerry did.

‘Steak,’ Jenny said dropping the plate in front of Thom without looking at him. ‘I hope you don’t mind Kerry... I know you ordered the seafood salad but it doesn't have any oysters in it. I got the chefs to do you a full seafood platter with a rocket salad instead, so you can try the Anglesey Oysters! The chefs season them beautifully!’ she paused waiting for Kerry to say something, but she couldn’t contain herself ‘please say I did well! Please say you approve!’

‘Thank you Jenny, that was very thoughtful of you. I’m sure they’re delicious!’ Kerry said smiling. Jenny jiggled about, clapping her hands ecstatically thanks to her appraisal from Kerry. ‘Are they really an aphrodisiac?’ asked Kerry. Jenny laughed. 

‘We’ll have to wait and see,’ said Jenny with a wink. With that Jenny got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table again.

‘Ooh, good idea! Kerry said licking her lips and winking at Thom. Thom looked under the table in time to see the waitress Jenny, pull his girlfriends knickers down around her ankles, and put her head under his girlfriend’s skirt and between her legs, as she got to work lapping up her pussy.

‘O-oh my! What an eager beaver!’ Kerry said to Thom as she started on her seafood.

‘What the fuck are you letting her do that for!’ Thom whined. ‘I’m sitting right here!’

‘So?’

‘So, you’re cheating right in front of me!’

‘Whoah, hold on! When you were trying to coax me and Chantelle into a threesome, I thought you said that you didn’t consider me with another girl... as.. –uhhh’ Kerry finished her sentence between gasps, ‘as cheating?’

‘Yeah, but a threesome would involve me, so it doesn’t count!’

‘Hmm. It’s not cheating... ahh... -anyway, I thought you said I wasn’t your girlfriend?’ She giggled as her mouth made involuntary O shapes. Thom grit his teeth. His nostrils flared.

‘Well yeah... I know I did, but I didn’t mean I wanted this!’ He said tapping the bottom of the table. ‘...What are we then?’ Thom finally said after a painful spell of watching his girlfriend getting off in passionate silence. Kerry’s eyes rolled out of the back of her head as she looked at him in annoyance.

‘I don’t know what we are. I've been asking you for months. I guess from now on though, it's up to me, isn’t it? I get to decide what we are now! And if you’re thinking you’re getting some action tonight, I suggest you start eating that steak, cos you’re gonna need your energy if you’re gonna measure up to what I’m getting right n –ahh! ...now.’ She finished, giggling. She reached under the table and ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair, who was still working away eagerly at Kerry’s crotch. ‘Wh- wow. You’re good at this, honey,’ Kerry said. Jenny’s response was muffled. Kerry let out another giggle and little squeal of joy escaped her mouth. This was turning out to be a far better brunch than she planned.

Part 12

Thom was fuming about the way he was being treated by Kerry. He stabbed his steak with his fork, and then sawed it violently with his steak knife. The porcelain screeched on the other side, a noise that cut through him like long nails down a chalkboard does. He wasn’t used to being treated the way Kerry was treating him, and he certainly wasn’t going to allow himself to suffer it for long. There were plenty more fish in the proverbial sea that was his university. With his strapping new body and height, he would have the pick of the shoal, he mused. 

He took his first bite out of the steak. It was tough, and he couldn’t taste the blood. It was just how he liked it. Despite how lewd Kerry was being, he hadn’t lost his appetite. In fact he was starving. Even if she had put him off his food he would still have shovelled it in reluctantly. She would know that she had got to him otherwise, and he didn't want that. He took another bite, chewing the meat loudly to try and drown out Kerry’s now incessant panting. Thom found that if he clenched his jaw closed tightly enough, his eardrums blocked up. That helped alot. As he took another bite out of his steak, he noticed something strange was going on under the table. Well, something else strange of course! Since he and Kerry had started their conversation, he had been tapping his heel against the floor. He noticed now that with the ball of his foot on the floor, the chair proved slightly too high to let his heel touch the floor.

‘Wha?’ he said startled. ‘Weird’ he continued to chew his mouthful, and then swallowed, then popped another big bit of steak in his mouth. All of a sudden he felt itchy. It felt like his shirt was slowly brushing past every tiny hair follicle on his body, producing the sensation of tiny little ant legs running across his body. He pulled at his collar to ease the itching. That’s when he realised how loose his shirt was hanging from his torso. Granted his top button was undone but with very little ease he could see all the way down his shirt. It hung so loose to his frame he could see all the way down to his belly button. He realised the ball of his foot had now left the floor, it was just the tips of his toes which were now touching. The sleeves of his shirt were draping over the cutlery in his hands.

‘What the fuck?’ Thom shouted. Jenny bumped her head on the bottom of the table, startled, while Kerry just laughed. The middle aged tourists looked over and shook their heads at him, in disapproval. “Typical short man syndrome” he heard the middle aged man say.

‘Haha, what’s happened to you, shorty? ’ Kerry laughed very unsupportively. ‘That steak doesn’t look like it’s energised you much!’ Thom looked down at the steak. He had eaten half of it and had apparently lost a foot in height while doing so. His arms and torso felt slimmer. He tried to make a muscle and was shocked by what he felt. His arm was as slender and muscle less as an adolescent boy’s. ‘You better hope the nutrients are in the other half, babe.’ Kerry said giggling.

‘You bitch!’ Thom shouted. ‘Look what you’ve done to me! I’m fucking tiny!’

‘I’d say you were about 5,5” at a rough guess. A similar height to a certain little French minx I know,’ said Kerry.

‘Yep. That’s me! 5,5 and a half laying down.’ Jenny laughed from under the table.

‘It’s not funny!’ snapped Thom. ‘Change me back now.’

‘If you want to grow up big and strong, why don’t you try finishing your steak?’ Kerry teased.

‘Fuck that. You’ve poisoned my steak! That’s what made me shrink!’ Jenny popped back up from under the table, getting comfy on Kerry’s lap, the lap she’d just licked clean, when the bell from the kitchen went, signalling that another order was ready to go out.

‘Oops, that’s for me.’ Jenny said starting to get up from Kerry’s lap. Kerry put a hand on Jenny’s shoulder and sat her back down.

‘Wait. Me and Jenny aren’t finished having fun yet, Thom. Be a dear and fetch those out for her.’

‘What? No fucking way!’

‘If you’re not going to finish eating, you might as well make yourself useful. And besides, I wasn’t really asking.’

‘It’s fine Thom,’ Jenny chirped. ‘Just take the plates out, and smile at the customer. It’s really easy!’

‘Shut the fuck up, you! I don’t need pointers on how to do your pathetic little joke of a job. I ain’t doing it!’ Jenny flinched, hurt by Thom’s words.

‘You will. You know why? Because if you don’t, Chantelle will be the only girl short enough to want to go on a date with you, and even then you’ll have to get on your tip toes to kiss her goodnight.’ Kerry said, dead seriously.

Thom got up from his chair. The threat of being shrunken further was far too much of a deterrent to disobey Kerry. He had to move his belt up several notches to stop his trousers from falling. This whole brunch was starting to feel like a horrible nightmare. He headed toward the kitchen. The manager of floor stopped him on his way.

‘Are you the new guy?’ the manager asked, looking down at Thom. Thom paused awkwardly and eventually nodded his head. ‘Good. Make sure you take a napkin, the plates will be hot! And no more than two plates at a time! This is silver service!’ he said. Thom made his was nervously into the kitchen, struggling with the heavy swinging kitchen door.

‘Hurry up!’ the chef shouted down at him. ‘These vegetables need to still be steaming when they get to the table! Go!’ The kitchen was a scary place when seen from Thom’s current perspective. This all seemed like a bad, bad dream. He struggled getting the plates out of the door. He dropped them down in front of the middle aged tourists, smiled, and made his way back to his table.

Jenny had made herself comfortable on his chair. She was cutting up his steak while her and Kerry chatted incessantly.

‘I told Jenny she could finish your steak,’ said Kerry.

‘She’s sat in my seat,’ said Thom flatly. By this time he was feeling bitterly resentful towards the now far too familiar waitress.

‘So pull up another one,’ said Kerry, shrugging. Jenny wore the grin of a naughty schoolgirl. She was revelling in the preferred treatment she was getting from Kerry. Thom didn’t move, he was too stubborn to give up his seat so easily.

‘Get out my seat before I get you out of my seat!’ Thom said as his jaw clenched angrily. 

‘No,’ Jenny said. She stuck her tongue out defiantly and took a bite of his steak just to hammer home the point that she wasn’t moving. When Thom walked into the restaurant at 6,5” he was quite an intimidating bloke, however Jenny felt quite a bit more comfortable disobeying him now that he was her height. Having the 8 foot Kerry in her corner also made her feel quite empowered. She took another greedy bite of the steak.

Thom was infuriated. He moved towards her with fierce intent. He was going to drag that arrogant French brat off his chair and back into the kitchen if it was the last thing he did. Regarding everything that happened this afternoon, he felt that he needed to put Jenny, if no one else, in her place. 

Something startled him enough to stop his advancement. Jenny looked like she was getting up from the chair. Her head rose higher, yet her bottom remained planted to the seat. He heard the bare skin of her thighs creaking against the leather of the chair as her whole body swelled and her height crept up several inches. She had just grown right in front of his eyes. Thom couldn’t judge how tall she was sitting down, but he was sensitive to the fact that however many inches she’d just grown, she was definitely taller than him. He had to act quickly to get her off the chair before she grew any bigger.

He grabbed her arm and wrenched towards him. Even with his diminutive frame and her increased stature in mind, she was much heavier than he anticipated. He got her back off the seat but didn’t succeed in getting her up. Jenny yelped as a jolt of pain hit the ball of her shoulders, as it felt like Thom was trying to yank her arm out of its socket.

‘Oww!’ she cried. She rubbed her shoulder and stood up. As Thom had feared, she was a few inches taller than him now, he had to look up slightly to meet her eye line. She pushed him angrily. Catching Thom unaware, he stumbled back a couple of steps. ‘Don’t ever touch me without permission again!’ She pushed him again for safe measure. Jeff stumbled back another step. Satisfied, Jenny crossed her arms across her bare chest. Thom wasn’t used to being pushed around by girls, and he didn’t like it. I’ve got to stop her from growing any bigger before she gets any more carried away, he realised. 

The common factor between his shrinkage and Jenny’s growth was the half eaten steak on his plate. That’s what Jenny was chewing when she started to inch up. If I eat that, maybe I’ll grow back to size, he reasoned. In the act of self preservation he tried to snatch the steak off her plate. Jenny put an arm out instinctively, thinking that Thom was lunging toward her again. He was pushing towards her with real with all his might and she was just managing to keep him at bay. She noticed his eyes on the steak and making the similar logical association with the growth and the steak; she snatched the remainder off the plate and stuffed it into her mouth.

‘Noo!’ Thom cried as his last chance to cut Jenny back down to size disappeared into her mouth. He thrashed at her face, grabbing her cheeks between his fingers and trying to squeeze the food out of her mouth. A bit of steak juice dribbled down her chin as she continued to franticly chew. She swallowed some of her mouthful, gagging slightly at the haste in which she’d been forced to eat. All of a sudden Jenny’s body began to bellow outwards with another growth spurt. Her head shot up to six feet high. She now managed to hold Thom at bay far more comfortably as she swallowed the rest of her mouthful. She exploded in height with the last of the meat swallowed, zooming up to a statuesque 6,5.” As well as growing in height, her body was now well packed with sturdy muscle. 

‘Looks like a bit of protein seemed to do my body A LOT OF GOOD!’ said Jenny, flexing a big bicep and wiping her mouth.

‘Haha, well what do you know? My little Jenny isn’t so little anymore!’ said Kerry, clapping her hands and giggling at the turn of events that she had, without a doubt in Thom’s mind, set in place. Thom looked deflated, his shoulders slumped and his head hung. He looked even less threatening to the two girls now than he had done a few minutes ago. ‘Somehow I don’t think you’re getting your chair back!’ Kerry added.

‘Not unless you want to fight for it,’ Jenny growled, teasingly. ‘I think it’s your turn to sit under the table,’ she added.

‘Good idea! Why don’t you get under the table and give Jenny a foot rub, while me and my new friend get to know each other a little better?’ said Kerry to the diminutive Thom, who, through fear of being toyed with further, obediently got on his hands and knees and crawled under the table. 

~

Jeff and Katie made their way through the front door of the thrift store, looking for Heather. Katie bent down and squeezed through the front door, she bumped her head against the bell on her way through the door frame.

‘Oww, fuck!’ Katie hissed. Her loud voice echoed through the quiet shop. As surreptitiously as a bond villain, the witch Isabella appeared in front of them. 

‘Katie, I presume,’ said the witch stepping out from the back of the shop.

‘Who the hell are you? And how did you know my name?’ said Katie.

‘I'm Isabella, expert in witchcraft and the owner of that cute little magic locket you seem to be having an awful lot of fun with.’

‘I -I Have no idea what you’re talking about,’ Katie said, flattening her top across her giant frame nervously.

‘Oh, I think you do. I’ve been searching for you for days but I can’t imagine how I’ve missed you!’ Isabella said looking Katie all the way up and all the way down. ‘You’re a big girl aren’t you? I bet that backside could crumple a car bonnet! You need a rear-view mirror to back that ass up!’ Isabella said with a chuckle.

‘Haha, very funny,’ said Katie through gritted teeth. Her nostrils flared. ‘I’m gonna bend you into the shape of a pretzel for that one!’ she said, advancing towards the witch. Katie made for an intimidating sight, bounding through the shop. Her heavy footfalls caused everything on the shelves to shake, making the trinkets and jumble clink together. She was looming way over her in just a few strides, and grinning down. Isabella didn’t flinch.

‘GOTCHA!’ Katie said gripping her tightly under the arm. She tried to lift her off the ground, but Isabella didn’t move. Thinking she was just being overzealous by trying to lift her up with only one hand, Katie tucked her other hand under Isabella’s other armpit and bend down to lift her up. Isabella stayed rooted to the ground.

‘Silly girl,’ Isabella said, as a glowing white light enveloped them both.

The bright light was swelling into an ethereal mist. The shop seemed as if it were in the eye of an electrical storm. Little darts of energy seemed to seep out of Katie’s pours, they whisked around the room and emanated towards Isabella. Isabella had her eyes closed in concentration. The locket which Katie had bought suddenly appeared floating in the middle of the room, the white light was slowly drawn into the dull metal of the locket as it started to glow a bright gold. The whole mystical process seemed to be suddenly cut short by a noise which sounded like the popping of a car tyre. The ethereal white mist rushed back to Katie, and enveloped her again, its power seeping back into Katie’s body. The floating locket fell to the ground with a clatter. 

‘Something’s wrong! Where’s the rest of her?’

‘Her? Who? What the hell are you talking about?’ Katie looked perplexed, all be it slightly relieved to still have her powers.

‘Macchya, the fallen goddess! All of her power isn’t here! Where’s the rest of her magic?’

‘There's another locket,' Katie said reluctantly. 'Kerry has it. The rest of the wishing power is in her locket,’ Katie said.

‘Who the fuck is Kerry?’ said Isabella.

‘My housemate and one of my best friends,’ said Katie.

‘Well we have to find your friend before she is completely consumed by the goddess’ power.’ Katie scratched her head. She was a little overwhelmed by all of this information. She hadn’t a clue what was going on. ‘Why should I help you? You’re just going to take our powers away when you have us both together. So I’d rather not bother thanks!’ said Katie in a petulant, singsong tone.

‘Silly girl! If the spirit of Macchya possesses your friend, where do you think she’ll be coming first? She’ll come looking for you, in an attempt to reclaim her powers. If you let it happen, and the spirit of the goddess possesses one or both of you, then the only possible outcome will be a showdown between the two of you! This will result in both of you being overcome and absorbed into Macchya herself! You will both just be tools of her destruction!’

‘Eww!’ said Katie.

‘Our only chance is to find Kerry before it’s too late. Understand?’ said Isabella. Katie nodded. ‘So where is she?’

‘I’m not sure... I haven’t seen her today.’ She fumbled in her pockets for her pink phone, then scrambled through her bag.

‘...She’s having brunch... down town I think,’ said a quiet, muffled voice from the back room.

‘HEATHER? Is that you?’ shouted Katie.

Part 13