Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Growth to Mini-gts (No giga or anything over 15ft . . . yet), Amazon, Mind Control, SW and shrinking clothes. Not to mention Breast Expansion and a whole lot of sex (some forced, some consensual, some incest (Be WARNED!).

 

 

Magic and the Modern Chemist, by Jamball

 

Part one:

The three o’clock bell signaled the end of the school day. Jake Derris backed away from his desk and slid his books into his pack. Elemental Chemistry was a bitch, and he knew that he needed to study. As of last week, he found out that Mr. Neimoyer was going to give him a B, and Jake couldn’t let that happen.

He met his best friend Dan just outside of room 107. As usual, Dan was decked out in Tommy gear with the latest sneakers. He reeked of masculinity and male maturity. And then there was Jake. Jake definitely wasn’t bad looking. And many girls throughout George Washington High might say that he was attractive, they even might consider dating him. But they would never tell Jake. Jake wasn’t what you would call a “player”, hell, he never even tried out for the sport. Dan on the other hand was the epitome of the All-star player. The chicks couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of the chicks. Jake figured that he dated just about every girl at school. Jake never knew why Dan hung out with him. They had pretty much the same interests. They both liked sports. Jake was the star defensive lineman on his football team, while Dan was the star running back. Both received scholarships to the same local university. Although Dan was more into the Arts, they both loved science and math, though Jake would commonly say that he was stronger in those subjects.

Even though Dan got more action, they both had love for women. Dan liked them small and petite, and Jake like them big. Not fat, but big. Tall and muscular. Jake would often dream at night of many huge women, tying him down to his bed and doing all sorts of sexual things to him. He could feel their enormous hand all over his body. He could feel them stroking his erect penis, the tongues licking up a down his body.

Dan was about 5’10” and around 190lbs. He was very muscular, and a real powerhouse when he ran the ball. Jake on the other was about 6’4” and weighed about 250lbs. He was the strongest guy on the team and actually one of the fastest. That’s why the University liked him so much. His speed.

So when Jake dreamed about big women, he really dreamed about big women. Amazons that stood over seven feet tall, with huge muscles and huge breasts that bounced and swayed when they walked. Just thinking about them gave Jake a little semi, he couldn’t wait to get home and grab his favorite towel, lock his door and go to town. He found himself fantasizing more and more lately. He couldn’t get the images out of his head.

“So, what are we doing tonight? It’s the weekend, we only have two weeks of school left and we’re seniors.” Dan asked. “I think we should party.”

“Yeah, that would be cool, but actually I wanted to make a movie. I have this great idea..” Jake was cut off by Dan.

“You always want to make movies. Now don’t get me wrong, I love making movies, but until we can get Laura VanCroft naked in the next one, I don’t want to make it.” Dan said.

Just thinking about Laura VanCroft made Jake shiver. She was probably the most beautiful girl in the school. She might have been the most beautiful girl Jake had ever seen. She had long blonde hair down to the top of her nice tight ass. Oh, she knew she had a tight ass also. Laura would always come to school on the hot days with a pair of short-shorts on or a very small mini-skirt. They always showed off her legs. Jake and Dan often wondered how she got them so tan. The first day of sun, she was in shorts and her legs were already a golden brown. Dan loved her calves. He was a leg guy and always commented on how sexy they were. Laura was one of the few girls left in the school that Dan had not fucked. Jake asked him why. He was saving her, was his reply. For what? Jake didn’t know, but he was sure he would find out one day.

Jake fantasized about Laura a lot. He dreamed about having sex with her before Dan did. She was a little shorter than he preferred, and often he had to make her grow to better suit his fantasy. Dan snapped him back to reality.

“So, get her naked in our movie, and then I’ll make it.”

“Yea, in your dreams.”

“Damn right.” Dan looked at his watch.

“Shit, Scooby Doo is almost on. I missed yesterday and I can’t miss today.”

“Alright dude, you go on alone, I’m going to stick behind in the lab and finish up this synthesis.” Jake pulled out his chemistry book and turned to the page on the formation of benzaldehyde. Dan just shook his head.

“Dude, we’re already going to college, why study so hard now?”

“ I really think that I’m on to something. I think that I almost got it. Besides, Kelly’s in the class and I figured it would be a good chance to stare at her ass.”

“Oh, obviously.” Dan smiled and walked away.

Kelly was the only girl in school who might compete with Laura, but she lacked one thing, a chest. It was often said in the girl’s locker room that Kelly was so flat, she made walls jealous. She often tried to hide herself under large Irish knit sweaters or bulky jackets. Jake still liked her. She was the smartest girl he knew and even though he would never publicly admit it, she was probably smarted than him.

It was a short walk to the Chem. Lab in room 151B. Indeed. Kelly was in their wearing a large flannel shirt and a tight pair of jeans that showed off her ass.

“This place gets better every time I see it.” Jake said as he walked into the room. Kelly turned around and smiled shyly.

“And it just got brighter. How are you doin’ Jake?”

“Good, good. Just came to finish up my synthesis. I should be able to separate the water and ether now.”

“That’s great. This Friedel-Crafts Acylation is taking forever. Why won’t the damn Amide just form?”

“It’s probably because you’ve got to much Sodium Nitrate. It’s going too far in its reaction. You need to bring it back to the left. Here,” he picked up a piece of chalk and drew the reaction on the black board. Kelly stared and smiled as he worked. She loved him. She would never admit it, but at home, during the night she would often lie in her bed and just think about Jake. Then eventually Mr. Vibro would come out, she would climax and fall into a deep sleep. She actually hated chemistry, she wanted to be a psychologist, but she took the class when she found out that Jake was in it. She watched his hands move around, writing compounds on the chalkboard and explaining to her how the bonds broke and reformed with the nitrogen. Of course, she already knew all this, but she loved to listen to Jake talk.

“So, just through in a little base, and then you should get your amide.” Jake said as he put the chalk down and dusted off his hands.

“Of course, I am such an idiot.” Kelly slapped her forehead and acted like she didn’t realize the answer. She turned around and walked over to where her reaction was taking place. Jake stared at her ass as she walked away. It was nice. It was firm and very round with a hint of heart shape. Jake imagined Kelly’s pants getting tighter. He visualized her ass growing. He could see the seams along the side start to tear and pull apart. Ripping down the length of her leg, the plants split. Her legs continued to grow. He could see her chest pushing out the flannel T-shirt. The buttons pulled tighter and tighter. Jake could see the cleavage bubble up underneath, over her white lace bra and out through her shirt. He could see Kelly standing over him, his head at her chest level. Then pop, the buttons let loose and a literal wave of cleavage comes spilling towards him. Her nipples stand huge and erect in the cool lab air. Take me Jake she says, take me now.

Jake grabs her breast. It’s enormous in his hand; he can’t even cover it with both hands. Jake, she says, her deep voice booming from overhead, I’ll see you tomorrow. Jake?

Jake snaps out of his fantasy. “Oh yeah, see you tomorrow. I’m going to stay here and finish this up.”

“Bye.” She smiled and left.

Finally, Jake thought, I’m alone. He pulled out another beaker from his work drawer. The liquid was a dark, almost cola color. It was thick and clung to the sides of the beaker as he stirred it.

“The reaction should be done,” he said aloud to himself. He pulled a book out of his backpack.

MAGIC FOR THE MODERN CHEMIST.

He flipped through it. Page 181. The spell was titled, SO YOU WANT TO BE GOD? He laughed to himself every time he saw that title.

“Let’s see here. Everything should be ready. It sat overnight, the potion looks like it should, well, I guess it’s go time.” He lifted the beaker to his lips. Just then he thought about how he came across the book.

 

Part two:

The mall bustled with all of the busy shoppers. Jake waited outside of The Rage, a new hip-hop clothing store. Dan was inside, trying on the latest in fashion. Jake didn’t like stores in the mall. None of them ever had clothes that would fit him. He always had a hard time finding pants that would fit over his legs.

He was following some young lady’s ass when he saw the store. Small and out of the way in the corner of the mall, Jake had never noticed it before.

SECRETS AND DESIRES UNTOLD

The name sounded like some sort of Porno or lingerie store. When he approached it, Jake was surprised to see that, in fact, it was some sort of book store. He walked in.

“Jake, please place your bag behind the counter.”

“Sure, no proble . . . How do you know my name?” He was talking to a tiny little man standing behind the counter.

“I’ve seen you in the mall several times before, with your friend, oh what’s his name . . . Dan.” His voice was very deep and raspy. Like Bluto, if he smoked five packs of cigarettes a day for 30 years.

“Oh.” Jake said, still not sure of the situation. He wandered through the store, looking at all the books. He loved books and reading. He collected old books, and owned one of the original prints of the Grapes of Wraith.

“I think this is the book you’re looking for,” the little man said. He pulled out a book that looked very old. The binding was in leather and the pages were yellowed with age. Jake walked over to the counter.

MAGIC FOR THE MODERN CHEMIST was printed on the cover. Jack flipped through it. He wasn’t a firm believer in magic, but he always kind of hoped true magic existed, not the David Copperfield magic. It looked interesting enough. The compounds it listed and reactions described all seemed accurate. Who ever wrote it, must have done some research. It might be fun, he thought.

“How much?”

“15 dollars. Not too bad, huh? For a magic book.” The little man smiled widely.

“Not for a magic book,” Jake said back, sarcasm in his voice.

“Oh, you don’t believe now, but you will.” The little man took the money and gave Jake the receipt and his backpack back. “Have a good day.” He smiled.

Jake smiled back and left the little shop. He wandered over back to The Rage, but couldn’t find Dan inside. He walked to the gap. No Dan. The Movie Store. No Dan. Finally, on his way back to The Rage he saw Dan talking to two ladies. One of them he recognized, it was Dan’s little sister, Sarah. Sarah was only in 8th grade, but already she had a pretty good body. Jake couldn’t wait until she fully blossomed. He didn’t recognize her friend, but she was hot also. She wore one of the small shirts the showed of her mid-riff and hugged her shoulder. Her ample bust pulled the shirt into ridges across her chest. Jake always liked those types of shirts. He thought they it looked like the girl had just gone through a growth spurt. Walking over he got a little stiff.

“Hey, there you are,” he said to Dan.

“And there you are, but the question is, where the hell have you been?” Upon Jake’s approach, the two girls left. Dan’s sister always thought Jake was a little too weird for her. “Look, you made them leave.”

“Who was her friend?”

“Yeah, I know. Nice huh? I can’t believe they can look like that at such a young age. She was only 14. A bit old for an eighth grader, but damn. So, don’t change the subject, where were you? I’ve been waiting for like, god, 15 minutes.”

“I went over to the little store over there.” Jake pointed towards the store.

“Where?”

“Over there.”

“Jake, that’s a bathroom. You can’t do much shopping in there.”

He was right. The store wasn’t there anymore. It was a bathroom. Maybe he got his directions screwed up. He looked all around. No store anywhere. Did he dream it? He opened his pack and looked inside. The book was still there.

“Are you alright bro?” Dan asked, a little unsure of his friend.

“Yeah, I’m cool. Let’s go.”

Jake got home that night and looked through the book a little closer while he was taking a shit. He always felt the toilet was the best place to get some true, honest reading in. That’s when he saw it. The Omnipotent spell. He looked over the contents needed and found out the school had everything. It was worth a shot.

 

 

The liquid was thick. It went down his throat like syrup. It actually didn’t taste that bad. The spell required he finish the whole thing. When he was done, he made sure that he got everything off the sides of the beaker too.

According to the spell, his omnipotent powers would develop rather quickly, but he wasn’t real sure when they would start, if they would start at all. He still felt that this whole idea was a little phony, but he couldn’t explain why the store was no longer at the mall. Before he drank the potion, he made sure that none of the chemicals were lethal if swallowed.

He stood in the chemistry room for a little bit, trying to feel some sort of change. Nothing. Just as I thought, he said, Bogus. He packed up his stuff and headed home.

The walk home was nice. The sun was still high in the sky and the day was clear. Jake had a car, but some days, like today, he preferred to walk. He passed by the cheerleader car wash on his way home. There she was, Laura VanCroft, and she was wearing a bikini. Jake couldn’t believe it. Her body was awesome, better than he ever imagined. He stood next to a tree, out of the way, and watched her wash a big lincoln town car. The red bikini barely covered her chest. She was pretty stacked, Jake was surprised to see. Probably a large B to small C, he wondered. It came to him, like a memory. She’s a C cup. Weird, how did he know that? He probably overheard some girls talking about it during health class. That was the only class Jake had with Laura this year. It was a nice class, full of almost all girls. Jake was only in there with two other guys who were also on the football team.

The red bikini bottom was tight and showed off Laura’s ass very nicely. It rode high on her hips, making her legs seem incredibly long and tan. She bent over to dip her sponge in some water and the weight of her breasts pulled the bikini tight. Jake could see about a mile of cleavage.

Oh, to see those tits, he thought. When Laura stood up, her breasts slid out from underneath the bikini top. In all their wondrous glory, Laura VanCroft’s breasts were fully uncovered and naked to the afternoon sun. Jake stood and stared motionless. It seemed liked time slowed to a crawl and he somehow got super vision. He could see every bump and ripple of her dark areola. The soft curve of the underside, the roundness of them. They were perfect, Jake thought. Laura realized what had happened and was quick to fix herself. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. It appeared that no one did, so she blushed a little bit and went back to work. Jake’s smile was immeasurable. He would have a fun time tonight.

He got home to find his mom was not there as usual. He was hungry and hated cooking meals. He wasn’t lazy, he just hated cooking.

“Looks like peanut butter and jelly again,” he thought. “Why can’t mom be home to cook a good meal?” Just then he heard the slamming of a car door. He looked out the kitchen window to see his mom carrying in some groceries. He helped her carry in the rest.

“Hey hon, how about some chicken tonight?” She said.

“Sure, I was just wishing you’d be home to cook something.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she said and laughed. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Though, if you asked her, his mom wouldn’t be able to tell you how she got home so quickly or when exactly she bought all the groceries.

Jake went up to his room to call Dan. He lived alone with his mom for about five years. His older sister had chosen to go with their dad after the divorce. Jake loved his dad, but knew his mom needed the support. He never regretted his decision, but his dad never let him forget it. He went into his room and grabbed a towel out of the hamper.

“Gotta do it while it’s fresh in my head,” he thought. He brought up the memory of Laura’s breasts falling out of her bikini. His dick immediately got hard. He thought about them, her breasts, touching them, sucking them. Their round perfect-ness rubbing up against his face. He imagined squeezing them, having them grow a full cup size right in his hand. He came, just in time for chicken.

The dinner was great, and nothing else happened that night. He went to bed like any other senior did, however, that was probably the last semi-normal day, semi-mortal day of Jake’s life.

 

Part three:

Laura sat at the dinner table with her family. Her little brother to her right, her dad across from her and her mother on her left. She had been thinking about her little “slip” all day. Funny, she kept thinking to herself. All of the sudden, she started getting hot. Not temperature hot, but horny hot. She could feel her pussy start to lubricate itself. What was going on, she thought. Just then, she felt a sharp pain in her side, just underneath her armpit. It made her jump in her seat.

“Are you okay honey?” her dad asked. He didn’t notice the tightness of Laura’s blouse, or that it wasn’t as tight a few seconds earlier.

“Yeah, just a little pinch from my bra.” She tried to adjust herself nonchalantly. Her bra felt tight. The pinching sensation got strong, now on both sides. What’s going on she thought. She tried adjusting it again, shifting her breasts. They felt heavy.

“Laura, do you need some new bras?” Her mother asked.

“I shouldn’t, I just got this one a week ago.” She tried to adjust herself again. The cups didn’t seem to fit around her breasts. They felt squished inside her bra. Laura could see her blouse get tighter, the buttons being pulled apart.

Laura’s little brother, Shane also noticed. Were his sister’s tits growing? Ah great, he thought. Now that her tits are even bigger, that’s all I’m going to here. Shane your sisters so hot, I want to screw her. I hate that shit. But sure enough, Shane could see a bit of Laura’s bra through the new gaps in her blouse. He actually got a small erection.

“May I be excused?” Laura got up and walked into the bathroom. Her gait felt different, her body weight and center of gravity were different. She stumbled a bit down the hallway. She went into the bathroom and stared at the mirror. She took off her blouse.

She had to restrain herself form screaming out loud. Her breasts had grown, a lot! Her C cup bra did a poor job of holding them. They squished out the bottom and spilled over the sides and top. No wonder why her sides where getting pinched, her breasts were causing the bra to dig in. She unclasped it, and her boobs dropped and bounced.

Wow, she thought, I’m really stacked. She touched them with her hands. They were firm and yet soft. It felt very good to touch them. She moved up to her nipples. They were sensitive and it felt like electricity shot through her body when she touched them. She almost orgasmed right then and there in the bathroom. She let out a small moan as she continued to play with them and was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door, it was her mother.

“Laura, are you alright?” A worried mothers voice.

“I’m fine mom, I’m more than fine,” Laura said. She put the bra back on, letting the straps out as much as she could, which relieved the digging into her sides. The bra still couldn’t contain her tits though. Seeing them overflow the bra made Laura a little hot. She kind of liked it. She then put her blouse back on, but left the top button open, to show some cleavage. What would her mom think to see that Laura was now just as big as her?

She opened up the bathroom door. “Everything is perfectly alright. I’m going to bed.” She smiled, said her good nights and went running towards her bedroom. Her mother was alarmed at the site of her cleavage. My little daughters growing up, she thought to herself.

Laura ran upstairs to her bedroom. She could feel her chest bounce more than usual under its new weight. She stripped immediately and looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were perfect she thought, just the right size for her body, although she often wished she was taller. She fell asleep after orgasming several times during a vigorous masturbation session.

 

Jake awoke to find himself full of energy. Weird, he thought himself to always be a night person. He also smelled something he usually didn’t on a Wednesday morning, bacon. He got dressed and walked down stairs to see his mom cooking breakfast.

“Mom, what are doing?”

“I’m cooking you breakfast honey. How many eggs do you want?” She was frightfully cheery. It scared Jake a little bit.

“Just a couple, I guess. Two. What’s with you, you’ve never cooked breakfast during a weekday.” The potatoes were awesome.

“Oh, just thought I’d give it a try. How is everything?”

“Great. Really good in fact.” It was then Jake thought about the potion. Did it work? What could he do to try it, something simple he thought. When my mom gives me my eggs, she’ll give me three instead of two. Sure enough, Jake’s mom dropped three fried eggs right on top of his potatoes.

“Here you go honey, three golden eggs.” Jake couldn’t believe it. He had to try again. Something a little bigger this time. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk. He looked at the glass intently and said,

“Chocolate milk.”

“What was that honey?” his mom said.

“Nothing,” Jake replied. He continued to stare at the glass of white milk. Nothing happened. Maybe she must have misheard me, he thought. He brought the milk to his lips, but noticed a brown spot in the middle. The spot slowly grew out, swirling out from the center until the whole glass of white, was a glass of brown. He tasted it. Sure enough, it was chocolate milk. Amazing! He had to test it again, but on what?

He walked into the living room and stared at his 25” Sony TV. 60” wide screen, he thought. He concentrated hard and nothing happened. Finally he heard some buzzing and crackling noises coming from the TV set. He saw the screen stretch and grow. The bottom pushed down and grew out to support the ever-expanding screen. In a few seconds, Jake had a large screen TV sitting in his living room floor.

His mom called from the kitchen, “Dan called last night, he said he needed a ride to school.”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

Jake went outside to his car. He thought about changing it into something cool, like a Ferrari or Porsche, but decided against it. He wanted to surprise Dan.

He pulled up to Dan’s house and walked towards the front door. As he approached it, he thought he would test his new powers again. So he thought about Dan’s little sister. She’s got to do something that would never happen in a million years, he thought. “She’ll answer the door in her bra and panties, and give me a hug when she sees me. She’ll then go into the kitchen and make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, take off her clothes, and start to masturbate in front of me and Dan, something she would never ever do, he thought.

He got to the front door and knocked.

Sarah was busy pouring herself a bowel of fruity pebbles when she heard the knock at the door. Immediately she had an overpowering desire to take her clothes off. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her brain screamed at her, but her hands took off all her clothes except her bra and panties. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? She watched her hands moves, seemingly under someone else’s power. She threw her clothes into a pile in the kitchen.

She walked to the door and opened it. Jake was standing in the doorway. She went to hug him. What? She didn’t like Jake, and here she was, in her bra and panties, hugging him on her front porch, what was happening?

“Hey Sarah,” Jake said.

“Hey Jake,” Sarah replied. “Dan is sitting on the couch, watching cartoons. I’ll go make you a sandwich, okay?” She could not believe what she was saying, and practically naked to boot. Jake went and sat down on the couch next to Dan, who was watching Scooby Doo. Dan loved Scooby.

“What’s up dude? We’ll go after they solve this mystery.”

Sarah came in and gave Jake his sandwich. Jake couldn’t help but smile, all this was just too cool.

“Woa, put some clothes on will ya.” Dan said to his half naked little sister.

“I’m trying,” she said. “I don’t know what going on.” She could not believe it as her hands reached up her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She slipped it off over her shoulders and then pulled down her panties. Her little nipples stood erect off of her small A cup breasts. Sarah had just recently got her first period. Her breast had been a little sore for a couple of weeks. She new she was getting into the full swing of puberty.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dan yelled. Sarah’s hand reached down to her wetness and she slowly started to stroke herself.

“I don’t know!” she moaned. Faster and faster her fingers moved across her clitoris. Masturbation was something Sarah just recently found out, but right now she seemed like a pro. Her mind was screaming at her, stop, stop. It begged and pleaded but her body didn’t listen. It was only seconds before her first orgasm. Jake watched in pleasure.

“Jesus Christ,” Dan yelled. Dan, be quiet and watch, Jake thought. Immediately Dan shut up and watched his little sister masturbate on the living room floor. Wow, this is working faster Jake thought. Sarah screamed again in another orgasm. Sarah stop, Jake thought. He figured she would do it forever until he told her to stop. Sarah lay on the floor, panting hard from her viscous session. Her mind was still screaming at her, telling her to stop.

Sarah, go upstairs and put on some clothes, sexy clothes, then come back down and stand in front of Dan and I, Jake thought. Do it quickly. Sarah took off like a bolt upstairs. She didn’t think she had the energy, but her legs thought otherwise. She still couldn’t believe what she just did. Why didn’t she have control? Why was she going to stand in front of her brother and Jake? She had no control. Her mind was screaming but her body wasn’t listening.

Dan followed his sister up the stairs with his gaze, still obeying Jake’s commands. When he couldn’t see her anymore, he turned towards Jake.

“What the fuck just happened?” he said.

“It doesn’t matter, you will forget it.” Jake said.

“Forget what?” Dan said.

“That we have a final today,” Jake replied.

“Oh, that’s right. We better get going.” Dan got up to grab his books.

“We will, but we’re going to wait for your sister.”

“What for?”

“I want to try something, now sit down and wait.” Dan obediently sat down on the couch. He wasn’t sure why he was doing what Jake said. Usually he bossed Jake around.

Sarah came down from her room dressed in a white, long sleeved blouse that showed off her midriff. It also had a low neck that would show, if she had any, a lot cleavage. She was wearing jeans the hugged her hips very tightly and black shoes with about a two-inch heel.

“Dan, how do you think your sister looks?” Jake asked.

“She looks fine. Why?”

“Would you have sex with her?”

“What? You sick fuck, no. Why would you ask something like that?”

“What if she wasn’t your sister, but just some chick?”

“Well, maybe then, but that’s still a gross thought. But she’d be too young. I’m six years older than her.” Dan admired his sister. They way she was dressed, she could probably pass for a sophomore, and the thought of screwing her didn’t seem as disgusting. If she came on to him strong enough, he just might do it. But why was he telling Jake these things. He felt so open, like he couldn’t hide anything from Jake.

“Sarah, if Dan wasn’t your brother, would you like to have sex with him?”

“Yes, he’s very attractive.” Sarah couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “I would love to suck his big cock. I’ve seen it before and I’ve thought about it ever since.” She would never tell anybody these things, but Jake seemed to make them come out.

Jake smiled devilishly. “So, let’s pretend you’re not brother and sister.”

“She would still be to young for my taste,” Dan said, eyeing his sister.

“I think we can fix that,” Jake smiled. Sarah, age eight years in 1 minute, he thought.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

Sarah’s whole buddy shuddered. What a strange feeling she just got. Her shoes, her clothes, everything felt like it was getting tight. She looked down and saw two mounds slowly push out the front of her shirt. Oh shit, she thought, my chest is growing!

Dan saw his little sister change shape. He saw her brown hair lengthen down her back. He could see the two mounds push out the front of her blouse. He saw the hip huggers dig into Sarah’s expanding hips. Sarah’s legs and ass started filling out. Dan could see her hips widening. Her pants got tighter and tighter, pulled by her growing legs and hips. Sarah could feel her bush sprout mounds of hair as the estrogen flowed through her body. Her feet pushed the sides of her boots to their limits. Sarah could feel the fabric of the pants slide against her legs as they grew and lengthened. She could hear the bones and tendons grow and slide across each other. Her leg increased in mass, filling with muscle and fat. Becoming sexier, curvier, more womanly. The seam of her jeans gave and her pants split up the side. All the way up, to her panty line, Dan and Jake could see a mile of muscular, womanly leg. Not a leg that belonged to a 12 year old, but the leg of an athletic 20 year old. Dan couldn’t believe his eyes. He was watching his little sister grow. She no longer was a 5’ shrimp, but a 5’8” stacked, powerhouse of a woman. Dan was astounded to see his little sister looking him eye to eye. With her boots on, she was as tall as he was!

Sarah’s facial features became more defined. Her lips and cheeks filled out. Her eyebrows thinned, her eyes widened and deepened into a deep blue. The cuffs of her blouse traveled up her forearm as her arms grew and lengthened. Sarah looked down at her hands. She saw the fingers increase in length and loose that little bit of little girl pudgyness. Her nails grew long and perfectly manicured. The shoulders of the blouse became tight and tore slightly.

It looks like Sarah inherited some of her mother, Jake thought; at least her large chest. Sarah’s chest continued to balloon outwards. The A cup bra she wore was quickly filled with her expanding breasts. Her chest continued to bulge outward, straining the buttons on the blouse. As she grew, her stomach toned and hardened. The blouse rose, revealing more of her now sexy, now adult mid-section. Jake could see her curves develop as her body grew.

 

Part four:

Sarah was in pain. Her boots were incredibly tight. She bent down to untie them and almost fell forward from the weight of her chest. Dan could see her cleavage when she bent over. Her breasts had overcome the small cups of the bra. The flesh pushed up out and around the small bra. It had no chance of containing her large and increasing bosom. She had to easily be a D cup. The bra snapped, and while bent over, her breasts burst through her blouse too. Her nipples were large and fully erect. Her areola was a soft pink, accenting her creamy breast. She untied her boots and took them off. Her socks were nothing more than booties, barely covering her grown feet.

 

She stood back up, erect. Her breasts stuck out, defying gravity with their nubile youngness. They were big and perky. If she tried now, she probably wouldn’t be able to button her blouse back up. Sarah tried to cover herself but Jake didn’t allow it. He made her keep her hands at her side. Her jeans looked like some sort of weird skirt, being attached only at her waist. Jake made her take them off. She undid the button and zipped them and they fell to the ground. She was relieved; they were digging painfully into her now wider, more womanly hips. Her legs were long and strong. Her panties were pulled tight across her hips and ass. An ass that was perfect. Taught and in the shape of a heart. Jake knew he could bounce a quarter of that thing.

 

Dan stood amazed at was once his little sister. He couldn’t believe the metamorphosis that had just occurred. He was now in the same room with what some Aztec tribes might describe as a goddess. Her long, thick brown hair hung down, slightly past her thin, athletic waist. Her legs were long, silky and smooth, but a hint of muscle, a hint of power could be seen underneath the soft skin. Sarah reached up and cupped her breasts with her hands. There were full and ripe. She squeezed her nipples, rolling them in her long slender fingers. A bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Her pussy started dripping with horniness. She needed cock.

 

“Dan, take me, take me now!” She screamed, moving her hand down to her vagina. She slowly rubbed herself, getting herself hotter and hotter. Dan was still aghast.

 

“What, what just happened? You can’t be Sarah, you’re too hot.” Dan didn’t understand why the words were coming out of his mouth. “I won’t. I can’t do it.” He resisted the urge that came over him, the urge to take this woman and fuck her with everything he had.

 

“Dan, take me, please. I won’t tell mom.” Sarah retorted. These feelings she had, she couldn’t explain them, her mind was screaming at her, stop, but her body, her sexiness didn’t yield.

 

Jake sat on the couch, waiting for a show. He had got an idea. Dan, resist as much as you can, he thought, but don’t run.

 

“No, Sarah, I will not have sex with you. Now go get dressed.” Dan demanded, the wanting to fuck her still deep in his mind. His dick was even at an erection.

 

Sarah ripped off the rest of her blouse and tore her panties off. She was now naked, hot and dripping, standing in the living room, wanting more sex than she ever thought she could want.

 

Sarah, make Dan have sex with you, seduce him, do everything to make him cum inside of you, I’ll help if needed, Jake thought.

 

Sarah’s mind filled with images of her and Dan, her brother. She didn’t understand, but she wanted it so bad. Nothing else was in her head, only sex and only with Dan. She slowly walked towards him, slinking along the rug, accentuating her womanly sexiness.

 

“C’mon Dan, I’m not to old now,” she said, her voice sultry and sexy. Dan took a few steps back, but still stood his ground.

 

“No Sarah,” he said, sternly. Sarah continued to walk forward. She reached out for Dan’s pants. Her pushed her arms away. She reached again, this time Dan grabbed her wrists, holding them. His grip was tight and true. Four years in the weight room left him with a lot of strength. He did notice that Sarah was also stronger than she was before, but of course, she was older.

 

Sarah shuddered as Dan grabbed her wrists, his touch was erotic. Oh Dan she thought. She leaned forward and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Dan couldn’t push her away because he was holding her wrists. He perched his lips tight and moved his head back, but Sarah was still able to force her tongue in his mouth. Oh god, he thought, my sister is trying to make out with me. But he couldn’t deny her tongue felt nice in his mouth, indeed, he gave a little and kissed back. It felt good, but why? She’s my sister! He then noticed, as Sarah leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts were pushed up against his chest. The felt full and hard, and Dan already started to pre-cum. He admitted to himself that he had never done it with a chick as hot as his sister was right now, she could rival Laura VanCroft, he thought.

 

Sarah pulled off her kiss, licking Dan’s lips and face as she pulled back. She smiled erotically.

 

“Mmmm, that felt good,” she said. She reached over and pulled one of Dan’s hands up to her breasts. “Grab my tits, Dan.” She said. She forced his hand on to her large supple breast. Dan shuddered when he felt. It was soft, nice, perfect. He fought to pull away but her strength was amazing. He had to use both hands to let go. Sarah again reached for his cock, she could see it sticking out of his pants. “Give it to me!”

 

Dan jumped back, just missing her lunge. Sarah fell to her knees in front of him. Jake was going to help Sarah, he thought, Sarah you have the strength of 40 men.

 

Sarah could feel a bolt of energy rip through her body. She felt her muscles tighten, and bulge. Dan could see Sarah’s forearms swell with muscle. He saw her deltoids grow, her quads enlarge. Sarah looked down at her hand. She felt the veins fill with blood, she watched them stick out and rise on her skin. She could see the muscles in her forearm grow and expand. The flexors and extenders popped and shifted as they increased in mass. She saw her triceps swell out in a wide horseshoe. She could count the striations of each muscle fiber. Dan could see the striations on the pec underneath her still large breasts. Sarah felt the power coarse through her body. She rubbed her hands down her expanding legs. The quadriceps muscle showed themselves from hiding under a layer of fat. Each one appeared as it grew and expanded. The rectes femores, the vistrious medialis and lateralies and the sartorius all showed themselves. Big and full and powerful. Her calves grew and expanded into diamonds. Clearly twice the size of Dan’s calves and twice as defined. Sarah rubbed her hands up and down her now large, ripped body. Her fingers traced the outline of each abdominal muscle, like little bumps on a solid sheet of muscle. She reached for Dan with lightning speed.

 

Dan could not believe how fast she moved. She got a grip of his pants and he went to fight her off. She was like concrete, solid, impenetrable. With a simple flick of her wrist, Sarah completely ripped off Dan’s pants. She saw his erection tent his underwear. Dan tried to back away but she grabbed him by the leg. He couldn’t break it.

 

She pulled him close to her and stood up. Dan stared wide-eyed in amazement as he sister stood in front of him. Her muscles huge and bulging. He could see the two distinct muscle of her bicep, her quads were cleanly split into four different muscles, and it looked like she was still growing. Dan saw her vagina covered with a bush full of dark curly hair. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close. He tried to fight her off, but she was way too strong. He felt weak in her arms. He then noticed that she was now taller than he was, by several inches. She had to be at least 6’8” he thought. Sarah pushed her tongue in his mouth. Dan tried to resist again, but her tongue was huge and strong and powered through his lips. She squeezed his shoulders and her fingers dug in hard, hurting him a little. He flinched from the pain, and tried to fight off the kiss. His mind was screaming at him, get away, but she held his body fast, probing his mouth with her tongue. She must be still growing he thought as he could feel her tongue swell in his mouth. Deep down, Dan was enjoying it.

 

Her hands moved to the neck of his shirt and Sarah pulled it apart, tearing it in two. She ripped it right of his body. Dan tried to turn and run, but Sarah was on him quickly. She tackled him to the ground. She weighed a ton, Dan thought. He could feel her hard muscle on top of him. Her legs clung tightly to his. She had them wrapped around his, he tried to break free but her grip was too powerful, like a steel trap. Sarah leaned forward and started to kiss and lick the back of Dan’s ears and neck. Her hands rubbed up and down his body, caught a hold of his underwear, and ripped them off.

 

Oh god, Dan thought, my sister is raping me. Sarah eased off him and turned him over. Jake was impressed with the size of Dan’s dick. It stood like a flagpole. Sarah smiled at it and held Dan down with one hand on his chest. It felt like someone was sitting on him, she pushed so hard it was hard for him to breathe. Dan couldn’t believe her strength. She was holding him down with only one hand. He tried to sit up or rip the hand free, but couldn’t. Four years in the weight room and he couldn’t even budge his sister’s hand. Sarah grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. She licked up and down it and took it into her mouth. She didn’t understand or believe what she was doing, but she knew it felt good. All she wanted was this, to fuck her brother. While sucking she twirled her tongue around his member, massaging it like a pro. Dan screamed as Sarah continued to suck and lick his penis. He couldn’t believe his little sister was overpowering him and raping him. He felt Sarah shift her weight and prepared for the worst.

 

Sarah swung an enormous muscular leg over Dan and slowly sat down on his dick. She was a virgin and her pussy was very tight. Her himem was also incredible strong, from her now super strength. Dan’s cock was hard forced to break through, but once it did, her pussy clenched tight around it. Sarah’s vaginal walls even had super strength and they held on tight as she slowly rocked up and down on Dan’s cock. Dan started crying, not from pain, but from humiliation. Jake gave him a break and let him enjoy it. Dan immediately got into it. He started moaning and rocking his hips the best he could under Sarah’s immense weight. Finally, him and Sarah came together. Jake could see all the muscles and veins bulge in Sarah’s body, she let out a silent scream, her head thrown back, pleasure coursing through her body. Dan was starting to get pain in his hips and sides, Sarah’s legs were crushing him, her vagina clenched around his cock, squeezing it hard. With all his might, he was able to roll her off to the side and get out from underneath her. He stood up and stared at her. A giant 7’3” (she grew some) naked, muscular woman, wriggling in pleasure from an orgasm he gave her, who was his sister. How did he get here, he wondered. The last half an hour seemed a blur.

 

Jake had him go put on some new clothes. While Dan was upstairs getting dressed, Jake decided to make a few permanent, at least for now, changes. Dan now did have an older sister. An older twin sister by a few minutes whose name was still Sarah. Jake shrunk her back down to the 5’8” grown female she was, after removing two years (bringing her age to 18), but he still left her with twice as much strength as Dan, incase he ever got out of line again. Sarah would not know she was that strong until she had to use it. When she recovered, Jake had her go put on some clothes. Everything in her room fit. It was like Dan always had a twin sister. All the pictures in the house changed. All the photos of the old Sarah morphed and changed into photos of the new Sarah. A car appeared in the driveway next to Dan’s. It was Sarah’s car.

Jake looked through her purse. All her I.D., everything lead to Sarah being what she now was. An 18 year old senior and sister of Dan. He thought about making Sarah his girlfriend, but then thought against it. He realized that he could have any girl he wanted at anytime he wanted. That was something he we going to save. But he knew today was going to be a fun day at school. Sarah came down first. She was extremely sexy. The two years that Jake took off gave a bit more youthful appearance. The remnants of baby fat around her face was slightly there and her chest wasn’t as developed, but she was still a solid C cup.

 

“Hey Jake, here to pick up Dan?” She had no recollection of the events that had occurred.

 

“Yep. Do you want a ride in too?”

 

“No thanks, I’m going out with Laura and some other girls after school, but thanks for the offer sweetie.” Jake made sure that she liked him now, but as a good friend, and maybe a potential fuck partner. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and drove off to school in her car.

 

“Dan, hurry up,” Jake shouted.

 

Dan came down dressed in the same clothes he was wearing before the “incident”.

 

“Sorry man, I had to wait and see who the ghost was.”

 

“You and that damn Scooby Doo.”

 

“Dude, it’s the best show ever. Did my sister leave already?”

 

“Yeah, she left a few minutes ago.”

 

“Man, I’ll tell you, she looks better every day. If she weren’t, you know, my sister, I don’t think I’d hesitate to, well you know.” He rocks his hips to emphasize what he’s thinking, doing the pelvic thrust motion. Jake realizes that he knows every word Dan is going to say before he says. He can read his mind. Cool, he thinks to himself.

 

“Dude, she’s your sister.”

 

“I know, but if she wasn’t. . . Man o Man. Let’s go.”

 

They closed the door behind them.

 

Part five:

Jake pulled into the school parking lot and knew that this was going to be an awesome day. He had some new omnipotent powers and a whole student body and faculty to try them on. The parking spot closest to the school entrance was open. Coincidence? Nope.

 

Jake walked in and the hallways were full. He saw literally, hundreds of test subjects just waiting to be tested on. He thought that he would start off slowly, letting people be aware of some of the changes, then he may finish big. He noticed Sarah talking with a group of her friends, like they had been friends since they started school together. No one noticed that yesterday she was an eighth grader.

 

He went to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. That’s where I’ll start, he thought. Time to make some lucky freshman dog, into a freshman babe. Jake sat down at a table by himself and scanned the students sitting at their respective tables, enjoying a nice cafeteria style breakfast. That’s when he spotted her. A slightly plump, her mother would call her “big boned”, freshmen girl sitting at a table with two other ladies, who were a couple dress sizes smaller. She wore braces and her hair was greased back and pulled into a tight ponytail. She didn’t talk much, she mostly listened to the other two talk about a date they had went on over the weekend. She sat quietly, enjoying some cereal and a bran muffin. She was short, about 5’1”, but weighed nearly 200 lbs. Jake smiled as he thought about what she would become.

He didn’t know her name however. It came to him, like a dream. Bethany. Her name is Bethany. And the other two girls? Lindsay and Kristen, both freshman also. Bethany has just always sort of hanged out with them, and when they started to develop and Bethany didn’t, they started to ignore her, but they still pretended to like her. Boy, were they in for a surprise, Jake thought.

 

Bethany bit into her bran muffin. Her mother told her that the bran would help clean out her system, and might help her loose weight. Bethany would try anything. She hated being fat. She didn’t understand why she was. She worked hard, didn’t eat a lot and got plenty of sleep. She dreamed of being thin, like her friends, Lindsay and Kristen. She remembers in 6th grade, when they were all fat little girls. The Lindsay and Kristen stopped growing out, and starting growing up. By 8th grade, they were both four inches taller and had breasts. Bethany was still only 5’, still growing out, and had no breasts.

 

She spent the last two summers working out with her brother. She lifted, ran, hiked, biked, swam, played sports, anything to shed the weight. Nothing worked. She was the strongest girl she knew and could probably out swim and out bike the entire freshman class. Still she was fat. She considered bulimia or anorexia, but feared too much for her body. She wanted to lose weight, not destroy her life. Her mother told her that her time would come, and slowly she would grow up, not out, and the weight would come off and she would be a beautiful young lady. Bethany cried at night when she looked in the mirror. She didn’t see a beautiful young woman, she saw a fat little girl that was ugly. A face too oily and fat and covered with pimples for any boy to like let alone love. She often believed she would die alone.

 

Bethany ate her bran muffin and stared at Lindsay and Kristen, in their designer clothes that they could actually fit into, pretending to listen to them. She had felt their friendship drift apart when they hit puberty and she did not. She only had a few pubic hairs, and when she watched them shower, they had a thick bush of hair. Suddenly she had a little dizzy spell. It dissipated quickly. She bit down on something hard.

 

“Ow,” she said, that hard object hurting her teeth. She reached into her mouth to pull it out.

 

“What is it?” Lindsay asked, half interested. Bethany examined what she pulled out.

 

“It looks like a little piece of metal.”

 

“Weird. Are there any more in the muffin?” Kristen asked. She had an un-eaten muffin sitting in front of her. Bethany examined her muffin closely and didn’t see anything else that looked metal. She pulled off a small clump, checked it over, and put it in her mouth. After a couple chews she was satisfied that bite was free of any foreign objects. Just then, she bit something hard again. She pulled it out again. It was another piece of metal.

 

“Shit, another one.” Lindsay said. “It looks kind of like one of your braces Bethany.”

 

Bethany ran her tongue over her teeth, checking for missing braces. Sure enough, two were missing and she felt a third one loose. She tried to tell Lindsay she was right, and the brace flew out of her mouth, hitting Lindsay in the shoulder.

 

“Hey, say it, don’t spray it. Is that another one?”

 

“I don’t know what’s happening?” Bethany said. She felt another one jingling around in her mouth. She spit it out. Then two more, both spit out. A few seconds later, she felt four more loose, she spit those out. In five minutes, she had lost all her braces.

 

“That’s weird, they’re not supposed to come off like that. My dad’s an orthodontist, and I know they’re not supposed to do that. He did my teeth, see.” Kristen smiled wide so Bethany and Lindsay could see her straight teeth, although they were stained slightly yellow. Kristen didn’t like to brush them. She would rather brush her hair. Bethany ran her finger over her teeth. There were no remnants of the braces, no wires, nothing. And her teeth felt straight. Her bottom teeth had come in too fast when she was a kid and they had gotten all squished and turned around, now they felt straight as an arrow. They felt, perfect.

 

“Hey guys, are my teeth straight?” Bethany smiled wide for her friends, showing her top and bottom teeth. They were bright white and perfect. They could have belonged to a toothbrush model.

 

“YES! Wow, that’s amazing. They’re so white too. You must have some dentist,” Kristen said.

 

“Didn’t you just get your braces like two weeks ago? Nothing personal, but your teeth were pretty fucked up, that’s almost unbelievable,” said Lindsay, “here, look.” She pulled her compact out of her purse. Bethany opened it up and smiled into the mirror. Sure enough, her teeth were bright white and perfectly straight. She noticed that her lips seemed a little fuller too, not so thin.

 

“Wow, Beth, what kind of facial cleaner have you been using? Your face has really cleared up.” Kristen noted. She remembered Bethany’s face always dabbled with freckles and pimples.

 

“Nothing special.” Bethany looked back into the mirror. She saw that last remains of her pimples vanish. She could see her skin tone darken slightly, it became softer and smoother. The bell rang, signaling that class was about to start.

 

“Well, only two more weeks of school left, then we’re sophomores. Next year is going to be awesome. See you guys, I’ve got math.” Kristen left the table.

 

“Hey, Beth, let’s walk to P.E. together,” Lindsay suggested. They both got up to throw their food away. Bethany stopped and leaned on the table, she felt dizzy again. “Beth, you okay?”

 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little dizzy spell, that’s all.” She threw her things in to the trashcan and left the cafeteria with Lindsay. She noticed that Lindsay didn’t seem as tall as usual. She was even wearing her shoes with the three inch heels, and Bethany came up to her shoulder. Usually Bethany came up to Lindsay shoulder when they were both flat-footed. Bethany just had a regular pair of sneakers on. She shook it off as some optical illusion and continued towards the gym.

 

Jake knew that Bethany was going to have good day and left for his first period class.

 

“You know Beth, you should come with me and Kristen some time. We have a lot of fun.”

 

“Oh, I couldn’t, I’d just drag you guys down. I mean, look at me, I’m hideous.” Bethany almost felt the words hard to say. She started feeling not that displeased with her looks.

“Oh Beth, you’re too hard on yourself. You’re a good looking gal, or you’re going to be by next year at least.”

 

“Thanks, now I feel better.”

 

“Some girls just start late, that’s all I’m saying. I mean, look at Kristen, she bloomed way earlier than I did, but I’m already taller than her and I have a bigger chest.”

 

“Well, that’s all I can hope for I guess, to be taller than you and have a bigger chest than you,” Bethany said, sarcastically. She adjusted herself underneath her sweatshirt. She always tried to hide her fat under bulky clothes. She didn’t realize they made her more bulky looking. Her head was itching, so she scratched it. But she couldn’t satisfy herself. She stopped and looked in the mirror in the girl’s bathroom, to see if she could see anything. She was hit by another dizzy spell. She noticed her hair looked a little lighter in color, almost brown. Her hair was normally jet black. It also looked fluffier, not as greased and pulled back. She pulled out the ponytail and was shocked to see that locks flow down around her head. Her hair was vibrant and full of life. It bounced and shimmered in the fluorescent bathroom light. She couldn’t believe it. Her hair actually looked longer than it did just last night. Last night, she could swear that her hair barely brushed the bottom of her neck, now it was almost down past her shoulders. For the first time in her young adulthood, Bethany thought she looked halfway decent, almost dateable.

 

It was then she noticed how tight her shoes felt. The canvas slippers were bulging at the sides, her foot was pushing hard against the wall of the shoe. Again, she was struck by a dizzy spell. She slipped them off and saw a red ring around the top of her foot, were the ankle part dug in. She must have put on her little sisters, Bethany thought.

 

She walked the rest of the way to the girl’s locker room barefooted. She noticed that Lindsay didn’t look any taller, like she should have. Bethany still came up to her shoulder, almost a little bit beyond her shoulder now. I must be on higher ground, Bethany thought.

 

She didn’t think much more of it as the girls continued their walk to the locker room. Bethany was attacked by two more periods of dizziness, but they fleeted quickly. They passed some friends, who commented on how good Bethany’s hair looked, and they thought it was funny she was barefoot. “What a rebel,” they said. They also kept asking if she died her hair. She didn’t understand what they meant. Bethany didn’t realize that she had so many friends. Lindsay almost seemed jealous that Bethany was getting the attention, and not her. Bethany almost thought of herself as being popular.

 

They got to the locker room and Bethany looked at herself in the mirror again. Her hair did look good. It fell nicely over her shoulders and accentuated her face well. She thought it really brought out her eyes. She never realized how blue they were. They shined brightly back at her in the mirror. She then realized how blonde her hair was. It was definitely blonde now. Not brown not a dirty blonde or a sandy blonde, but a bright golden blonde. Her hair looked like honey flowing over her shoulders, shoulders that almost looked slender. What’s going on, she thought. All of the sudden she felt dizzy, and had to lean against the wall to balance herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again. She saw some of her baby fat melt away from her face. Her cheekbones started show, her lips filled out and her eye lashes grew long, accentuating her big blue eyes. Wait a minute, she said to herself. She reached into her purse and took out her I.D. card. She looked closely at it. She saw herself, only it wasn’t herself. It was a fat girl, with greasy dark black hair and beady little brown eyes. She looked up in the mirror again. She saw a somewhat slender, pretty, blonde haired, blue eyed young woman staring back. What’s happening to me?

 

“Hey Beth, are you going to get dressed—Holy Shit! What happened to you?” Lindsay could believe her friends new look. She was darn near attractive. “Did you die your hair, and lose some weight?”

 

“I don’t know? I didn’t do anything special.”

 

“Well, you’re looking pretty good. C’mon, we need to get dressed so we won’t be late.” Bethany stood in front of the mirror for a moment, trying to figure out in her mind what was going on. But it wouldn’t let her. She began to accept the fact that she was a young attractive woman and never was the short, fat little girl.

 

Bethany was always apprehensive about getting dressed in front of other girls. Her weight was the biggest problem. This time was different. She wasn’t afraid. She did the combo to her lock and opened it. She took off her sweater and shirt. Lindsay’s locker was right next to hers. She watched Lindsay undress. She watched and studied the curves of her young body. Her slender legs, pert little breasts. Bethany thought about touching and kissing them. What? She wasn’t supposed to have those kinds of thoughts. But she couldn’t help it. She stood in front of her locker and stared at Lindsay getting dressed, almost in a trance. The white creamy silkiness of her tight but. What it would feel like to run her tongue along the small of her back, up to her neck and kiss it tenderly, lovingly.

 

Jake smiled to himself, sitting in his economics class. He knew everything that was going on with Bethany. Images, almost like video shots came to him.

 

Lindsay tied her shoes and caught Bethany starring at her. “Beth, let’s go.” Bethany snapped back to reality, the fantasy broken. She put her gym shirt, noticing how loose it felt along with her sports bra, noticing how tight it felt. Her shorts were like a tent. Her legs looked tiny coming out of the huge holes. Although her shoes were tight, she still forced them on and ran out to gym class.

 

Class went great. Except during the few spells of dizziness she had, Bethany conquered and won every event. She was a super athlete. Everyone commented on how good she looked, wondering what diet program she was on. She made them all laugh when she said she wasn’t on a program and didn’t know what they were talking about. She got her biggest shock when they went back in the locker room to change.

Bethany walked with Lindsay and she noticed that she no longer only came up to her shoulder, but way past. She was head to head with Lindsay, maybe even taller. She wondered what changes occurred during gym class and raced to the locker room mirror. (She figured out that each time she got dizzy, some change occurred. She got dizzy 6 times during class.)

 

Bethany looked at her self in the mirror in disbelief. She could only see a faint remembrance of the old Bethany. The new Bethany was striking. She was thin and attractive. She looked at her long blond hair, now coming down to the lower part of her back. It was thick and strong and full of life and shine. She tore off her shirt and looked at her stomach. It wasn’t there anymore. She could see her belly button. All her stretch marks were gone. No trace. She pulled out the front of her shorts and panties and saw a full bush of blonde hair. She was so happy. She walked back to her locker to show Lindsay.

Lindsay had her gym bra off and was starting to put her regular one back on. She starred dumbfounded at Bethany. She could hardly recognize her.

 

“Beth?”

 

“Uh huh. Can you believe it?” Bethany stood, eye to eye, smiling at Lindsay. Lindsay walked over, still topless and looked closer at her friend. She couldn’t believe it.

 

“Wow, you’re as tall as me.”

 

“Taller.” Beth was slouching and now she stood up straight. She was easily two inches taller the Lindsay. She was quickly struck by a dizzy spell. “Oh know, something is going to change.”

 

“What?” Lindsay stared in amazement as she watched Bethany’s chest bulge out from the top and bottom of her sports bra. She could see the cleavage and flesh bubble out as it multiplied and grew. “Woa, that was cool.”

 

Bethany forced the bra off over her head. The pressure was too great. Her chest stood perky and at attention in the locker room. She looked at them, wide eyed in wonderment.

 

“Oh my god! I’ve got tits!”

 

“Yes you do.” Lindsay walked over to her and touched them, making sure they were real. Electricity shot through Bethany.

 

Part six:

“That felt good.” Bethany touched back, rubbing Lindsay’s breasts. Lindsay shuddered from the unusual pleasure. Lindsay had always thought about her and Kristen doing something like this, but never her and Bethany. Especially in the girls locker room. Bethany was now groping Lindsay with both hands. Squeezing and kneading her breasts like doe. Lindsay moved in and grabbed Bethany, wrapping her arms around her new lithe body. She pulled her close. Lindsay wanted Bethany badly. She didn’t know why, but she kissed Bethany on the lips. Bethany kissed back, rolling her tongue around in her mouth. She squeezed her close. Lindsay could feel one of Bethany’s hands slip down to her crotch. She wanted it. Bethany stroked her clitoris, she knew right where Lindsay’s was. It was like she always wanted to do this with her, but could have sworn, yesterday these thought would have never came to her.

 

Lindsay moved her hand down to Bethany’s waist. She slid off Bethany’s shorts and panties. She then laid Bethany down on the bench and started eating out her pussy. Bethany arched her back from the pleasure it gave her. She felt so horny and hot and suddenly dizzy too. She reached for Lindsay, pulling her head into her vagina. She then rubbed her hands up and down her own body. She could feel her breasts enlarge and her hips enlarge. Lindsay could feel Bethany’s pussy enlarge as she licked it. It tasted so good. She was also fingering herself, bringing herself to her own orgasm. Lindsay thought she could do this forever. Bethany wished she would. And the two girls, well, now one was a young lady, would probably had continued forever if they were not interrupted by the next class.

 

 

Jessica Calloway had a hot body. She knew it, her friends knew it, and all the boys at George Washington High knew it. Jake knew it too. He had first period with Jessica, economics. And today was Jessica’s day to give her presentation on the economics of a small pacific island country. Tongo, American Samoa and Pago Pago, Jake pulled from her brain. Jake would have to sit through the rest of the class speeches before Jessica would give hers last.

 

Jessica loved her body. She started developing at a young age. She had B cups breasts in the eighth grade. When she was a freshman, she could easily pass a senior. It looked like she would never stop developing. But it did stop, and at the perfect time. She didn’t have the overly curvaceous, voluptuous body that sometimes made women look fat. She was about average height, 5’ 5” and a bit above average weight, about 140lbs. But she wore the weight excellently. She was pleased to find out that over the summer her chest had ballooned up to the DD range. Bigger than most of the female teachers at the school. Her legs were thick, but muscular. Jessica was on the cheerleading team and she could tumble pretty well. At a football game, during her junior year, she almost tumbled out of her uniform. After doing a double-back-hand-spring-single-back-tuck, her breast had popped clean out of her tank top and sports bra. She got it in pretty quickly, and it wound up being an event that everyone only talks about slightly, not quite sure it really happened. Almost a myth at George Washing High.

 

Jessica was feeling extra sexy this morning, knowing that she had to give a presentation. And she noticed that when ever she dressed sexy, Mr. Harold, the economics teacher, would give her an A.

Mr. Harold stood at the front of the class, eyeing his 32 economics students. He had been teaching for 17 years and swore as soon as class sizes got over 25, he was going to quit. But statewide budget cuts forced the district to fire more teachers, and Mr. Harold didn’t have a heart foul enough to just leave the kids. He knew that they needed him. He stood at the front of the room and looked at all of his students. He noticed that Jessica was wearing something he felt that was incredible inappropriate for school. But, being a male (even if he were gay) he had to admit, she had a hot body.

 

He noticed over the years of his teaching that the girls in the school seemed to be getting more and more developed as they neared their senior year. And Jessica was no exception. He guessed that her tits were a solid D if not a DD. Bigger than my wife’s, he thought to himself. He could see Jessica’s long legs run up into her tight white shorts. Her legs were a deep tan and she wore a little anklet on her left one. Mr. Harold could see the soft firmness of her stomach between her shorts and her light green, sleeveless button up blouse. It really accentuated the size of her breasts.

 

Jake could read all of Mr. Harold’s thoughts. He thought that through his dedication to teaching and never being able to see these girls the way he wanted to see them, he was going to treat Mr. Harold to a little show.

 

Mr. Harold stood at the front of the class. “Well Jessica, it looks like you’ll be our last presenter. Are you ready?”

 

“Of course I’m ready Mr. Harold,” Jessica smiled sexy. She knew that she had Mr. Harold in her power. She could see him blush slightly. A sudden flash of her and Mr. Harold having sex exploded in her mind. Naked, hot, sweating, dirty sex. But as quickly as it came, the image disappeared.

 

Jake smiled. He couldn’t wait to see how the class was going to react to Jessica’s little predicament. He knew she liked tight clothes, but how tight did she like them he wondered.

 

Jessica stood up from her desk. She felt that her shorts were riding a little high, and pulled them down. She swayed her hips and accentuated her sexiness as she strode up to the front of the class.

She placed her paper on the podium in front of her. She took a deep breath and pulled her shorts down again. They were still riding high.

 

“The economic status of the pacific islands is quite different from other parts of the world,” she began her presentation.

 

Jake sat backed and watched; he could see her blouse begin to rise up her sides and abdomen. Unconsciously, Jessica kept pulling it down during her speech.

 

“The Pacific Islanders main source of income comes from the many exports the islands have.” Jessica felt her thongs dig into her feet. She looked down and could see that her toes now hung over the front of them. Weird, she thought, these fit this morning.

 

Mr. Harold could see Jessica’s shorts getting tight. Ridges appeared across her crotch as the fabric stretched and moaned. He could see the beginning curve of her nice round butt as the shorts crept up. An image of Jessica stark naked, moaning in passion flashed into his mind. Her tanned, hard body was layered in sweat. Her hair was tousled and messy and she screamed, “Fuck me!” Then it was gone.

 

Kyle Monich sat in the front row. He had always had a crush in Jessica, heck who didn’t? He watched her as she spoke. He stared at her long legs, her sexy hips. He could see the a little bit of her bra between the gaps in her blouse, caused by her large breasts pushing the front apart. He didn’t notice that her blouse was that tight when she walked into class this morning. Still growing he thought.

 

“Most Pacific Islanders spend their day time either making clothes or preparing meals.” Jessica continued on. She tried to ignore the pain that was coming from her crotch. It felt like her panties were riding very high into her round butt, slipping into her crack. She kept trying to pull her blouse down as more and more of her slim, tan, sexy abdomen was being shown as her shirt shrank.

 

Mr. Harold elected to stand at the front of the room also, behind where Jessica gave her speech. Not to stare at her ass, he kept telling himself, but to make sure the class acted as a good audience. He had a hard time getting Jessica out his head. Images of her naked, sweaty body kept popping up. He could see himself kissing her, rubbing his hands up and down her sexy legs. He could see himself tracing the dark areola around her nipples. Mr. Harold quickly pushed the thoughts out of his head. He couldn’t believe that he was having them, something was definitely wrong. He watched Jessica as she gave her speech. He didn’t realize this morning how ludicrous her clothes were. This girl must be wearing baby clothes, he thought. Jessica’s shorts had shrunk drastically. Mr. Harold could see a lot of her back where the gap between the bottom of her blouse and to top of her shorts seemed to be widening. It looks like her clothes are shrinking, he thought to himself. Her shorts rode up and Mr. Harold could see the bottom of Jessica’s butt cheek. They were perfect. The top of the shorts had also moved down, and he could the sexy small of her back, down her spine and the top of the crack of her perfect ass. He saw her green blouse travel up and squeeze her upper body. Stress wrinkles and ridges started appear in the blouse where it was pulled tighter and tighter across her back and shoulders. Then it happened.

 

A button popped off the front of Jessica Calloway’s blouse and hit Kyle Monich square in the forehead. The class went silent. Three more button pops and Jessica’s blouse was completely undone, hugging her shoulders and back as it continued to shrink.

 

Part seven:

Too surprised and confused to scream or move, at least she thought she was, but Jake had a little something to do with it, she looked down at her chest and received an answer as to why her chest and sides had been hurting during the latter parts of her speech. Her bra had shrunk too, into something probably less than an A cup designed to go around a young schoolgirl.

 

Jake didn’t want to put Jessica through too much pain. He knew that her clothes would dig in and cut her skin before they would rip or tear. So, along with making them shrink, he went on ahead and made them a little weaker, so they’d tear easier, not bringing too much pain to Jessica. He didn’t want to hurt her, just embarrass her a bit, like they way she embarrassed him back in the 8th grade.

 

 

 

It was lunchtime and everybody was in the cafeteria. Jake sat with Dan and a couple of his other friends. Jessica sat at a nearby table with some of her friends. She was even developed in the eighth grade. Of course not as large or as curvy as she would become, but her breasts where still a tight squeeze into B-cup bra’s and her hips had just started taking shape. Ever since Jake could remember, Jessica always accentuated her nice abs and stomach with high cut shirts and low hip-hugging pants and skirts.

 

Today was really no different than any other day. But Jake would never forget what Jessica did to him. As Jake walked by her table to put his tray away, she leaned back showing all of her stomach. This of course was meant to distract Jake as Jessica’s friend put out a foot; which Jake of course tripped over, spilling his lunch all over the front of himself in front of the entire eighth grade. Jessica laughed at him, as did the whole class. Jake was never so embarrassed.

 

 

 

Now Jessica stood in front of class in a bra that was way too small for her and in shorts that were beginning to rip up the seems. The class was silent except for the ripping sounds coming from Jessica’s shorts and bra strap. Every boy in the class, including Jake, had an enormous erection. The support straps of her bra gave way, making an audible “Snap” as they broke underneath the force of Jessica’s ample bosom. Jessica brought her arms up to cover her chests as the bra shrank, pushing her cleavage up and over the bra and out the bottom. The movement of bringing her arms up caused the side straps of the bra to snap. Without the straps the bra fell to the ground where it did not seem to shrink anymore.

 

Unfortunately for Jessica, the arm movement also caused the zipper of her shorts to burst open, revealing her black lace panties, now a string bikini underneath. The sides of the shorts were next to give way, ripping up the seams all the way to where a belt would go around. Finally the front snap popped and the shorts literally fell off her in pieces. Her panties were nothing more than a black stretchy string, covering almost nothing. Everyone could see her trimmed course pubic hair. Mr. Harold could see the panties shrink into the crack of her nice ass, and then they snapped, falling to the ground. There were some more audible tears as her blouse continued shrinking, and her shoulders forced the seams to rip. The back tore down the middle and it finally fell off of her, tattered remains of what was once a nice green blouse.

 

Jessica Calloway, one of the hottest girls at George Washington High stood in front of her first period economics class, naked as the day she was born. Mr. Harold broke the silence, pulling himself out of his erotic trance of all the things he would do to Jessica.

 

“Uh, class will be dismissed early. Everyone out.” He said, his voice cracking a bit. “Jessica, let me get my jacket to put over you.”

 

Jessica was still in shock. She just stood at the front of the classroom, not moving or anything. Her hands covered her breasts, but all the boys got plenty enough to see to satisfy their masturbation needs for a long time. Jake thought it would be a good time to leave Mr. Harold and Jessica alone. So he made the rest of the class break their little spell and get up and leave, almost like nothing ever happened, but it would always be at the back of their mind.

 

Mr. Harold bounded over to get his sport jacket to cover Jessica. Finally Jessica said something. “What the fuck just happened?”

 

“I don’t know. You were speaking and the next thing I know you’re naked. Here, put this on.” Mr. Harold handed Jessica the jacket. She took it immediately.

 

“Thank you. That’s so weird. I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

 

“Is there some one who can bring you some more clothes? You’re welcome to wait here until.”

 

“Yes. I’ll call my little sister. Thanks Mr. Harold.”

 

“Hey, no problem, I just hope you’re okay.” Mr. Harold checked her over. God she was beautiful. The sun coming in from his window played across her face and hair. She almost looked angelic. He couldn’t believe he had a hot young woman (let’s face it, Jessica was 18, she was a woman) sitting naked in his classroom wearing only his sport jacket, which surprisingly looked smaller than before.

 

Jessica noticed it to. A strange feeling of the satin interior sliding over her skin, only she wasn’t moving. That’s when she looked down and could see the cuff of the jacket slowly inching its way up her wrist.

 

“Oh no, this one is shrinking too!” The jacket clung to her shoulders. The waistline rode up her stomach, again revealing her taught, tan tummy. Mr. Harold drank her in. All his dirty fantasy’s flashed through his mind. Jessica looked back, she could see Mr. Harold’s cock grow in his pants. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to take it out and put it in her mouth. She no longer cared about the shrinking jacket. She ignored the tears at the shoulder, the slight pain as the sleeves tightened around her arms. She wanted cock. She wanted Mr. Harold’s cock. Big. Hard. Juicy.

 

“Oh, Mr. Harold, something’s wrong and I need you. I need your big dick.”

 

“Wha- what? Jessica, please, I’m a teacher and you’re a student.” He said the words, but he didn’t mean them. The jacket was being torn to shreds and Jessica’s hot body was all that was left. He could see the dark areola surrounding her nipples wrinkle up in the cool air, just as he imagined. Jessica’s juices were flowing and putting out an aroma that Mr. Harold couldn’t deny. Jessica reached for his pants. Mr. Harold didn’t fight her off. She undid his belt. Mr. Harold still didn’t fight her off. She undid his pants button and zipped them down. Mr. Harold’s erect penis pushed its way out, tenting his boxers.

 

“Oh, Mr. Harold, you know you want it.” She reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick. It was extremely hard. She grabbed it with her hand. Already Mr. Harold had some pre-cum oozing out the end. Her hand felt so nice and warm, he was afraid of blowing his load right then and there. Jessica licked the pre-cum off. She remembered, after giving her first blowjob, the semen tasted so salty and a bit bitter. Every time after that, she always spit. But Mr. Harold’s tasted amazing. In fact it tasted really good, probably better than anything she’s ever tasted before. She wrapped her warm lips around his cock and sucked. She moved her tongue up and down, bobbing her head back and forth. Mr. Harold was in sheer ecstasy. This girl could suck, he thought to himself. He looked down at her and patted her head, feeling kind of awkward. All his principles and responsibilities as a teacher were screaming at him, telling him this was illegal, but he no longer cared. He was ready to retire anyway. He considered this part of his retirement party.

 

It wasn’t long before he blew. Jessica took it all in. Gulping it down faster than Mr. Harold could put out. She wanted it. Swallowing it made her feel good. Each squirt sent electricity through her body, mirroring an orgasm. When she milked all she could, she pulled away and licked her lips. She then got off her knees and stood up, stark naked, in front of Mr. Harold. He just stood there, not moving, not being able to believe what was happening. Jessica slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. She removed it and traced the outlines of his shoulders and pectorals, very sexually. Jessica reached up to him and pulled him down to her, planting a long kiss on him. Her tongue roamed and toured the inside of his mouth. Mr. Harold hadn’t kissed like that for years. It felt good. He started to kiss back, putting his tongue into her mouth. Feeling her molars and teeth, the soft gums and underside of the top of her mouth.

 

He could feel his hands roam around her body. They moved down to her ass, and he squeezed it as the student and teacher kissed. Her ass was muscular and tight, yet it had a soft give to it. Perfect. His left hand moved from her ass and moved around her body to the front. He could feel her course pubic hair. Jessica had it trimmed short and in a small strip, almost a landing strip to her vagina. His fingers played around her outer labia. Jessica couldn’t handle it. She didn’t know why, but she wanted Mr. Harold more than anything. Her body wasn’t hers to control and neither was her mind. She re-adjusted her stance, spreading her legs out more, and she pushed Mr. Harold’s fingers into her vagina. She moaned as they entered, they felt so good. Mr. Harold pulled off the kiss and started necking her and sucking on her ear. Jessica moaned and grabbed his cock again. She started stroking, getting it hard. She kissed his chest and sucked on his nipples. She moved up to his ear and sucked on the lobe. Then she whispered in to it, “Fuck me Mr. Harold.”

 

Her calling him Mr. Harold only turned him on even more. He plunged his fingers deep into her vagina, pushing her G-spot each time. She moaned in pleasure.

 

“Yes, Jessica.” Those were the only words he said for the rest of the day. Mr. Harold canceled the rest of his classes for the day, the office said he suddenly got sick, but no one ever saw him leave the building.

 

Jake strolled into the hallway with the rest of the class. He knew that Jessica and Mr. Harold had a busy day in store. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to keep up there sexual escapades tomorrow, but he’d come to the decision when he got there. He was getting his math book out of his locker when he was bothered by something. It was a loud voice moving down the hallway.

 

“I then I dropped back and nailed a tre!”

 

It was Ashley Smallcox, the school’s star female basketball player. Hell, male or female she was probably the best player at school. She was 6’5” and was the only girl that Jake knew could dunk. She was the league’s most valuable player as a sophomore and Junior and she was the state’s most valuable as a junior too. This year, she had dominated the league and single handedly won the state title. There wasn’t a University in the country that wasn’t interested in her.

 

Jake had dated her for a short while her freshman year, when she wasn’t as tall, only 5’10” but she was still almost as tall as Jake back then. It didn’t end well for both of them. He had caught her cheating on him with the then school basketball stud, Brok Lislin. From that moment on, he had vowed to get back at her any way that he could. Only now, with the powers of God, did Jake seize his opportunity.

 

Part eight:

Jake had dated her for a short while her freshman year, when she wasn’t as tall, only 5’10” but she was still almost as tall as Jake back then. It didn’t end well for both of them. He had caught her cheating on him with the then school basketball stud, Brok Lislin. From that moment on, he had vowed to get back at her any way that he could. Only now, with the powers of God, did Jake seize his opportunity.

 

4th period was Ashley’s favorite period for two reasons. One; it was P.E. and they usually played basketball, and Two; Shelly Wilson was in the class. Ashley hated Shelly with passion, ever since Ashley asked her to help cheat on a math exam. Shelly refused to help, being the class brain and Ashley failed the class. It caused her to almost be ineligible her senior season and dropped her G.P.A. enough so she couldn’t get into the first college of her choice. So, in P.E., every chance she got, Ashley made sure to make Shelly’s life a living hell.

 

Of course Shelly hated 4th period for just about the same reasons Ashley liked it. Shelly, being only 4’8” hated basketball. She was athletic and pretty good on the soccer field but basketball was definitely not her forte. She knew that Ashley always guarded her because she wouldn’t help her cheat on the math test, and it made her mad because there was nothing she could do about it. Luckily for Shelly, Jake was also in 4th period P.E. and knew about the little tiff between the two girls. Jake liked Shelly. Too bad for Ashley.

 

The girls came out of their locker room dressed and ready for another basketball game. Ashley at 6’5” towered over Shelly. It was like looking at Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger from the movie Twins. Ashley won the jump and proceeded to take the ball down the court herself and dunk. She was proud to be the only girl in the state that could dunk. It was until about 5 minutes in that Ashley started to feel a little fatigued.

 

That’s weird, she thought, I can usually go for a whole half before I get tired. On the other hand, Shelly was feeling amazing. She wasn’t tired at all. In fact, at one point in the game, she was able to steal the ball from Ashley.

 

Funny, Ashley thought, I don’t remember her being so good. Shelly, on the other hand, couldn’t recall the last time she played this well. She felt like her shoes were incredible tight, but she didn’t care. She was playing the best basketball of her life. The coach took notice also.

 

“Great job Wilson, keep it up! Hey Smallcox, you better hold on to that ball!”

 

“Sure thing coach!” Ashley said, with grim determination to steal the ball from Shelly. She reached in, it seemed kind of slow to her, and Shelly shifted her weight and brought the ball right around Ashley. Ashley almost fell from the juke move. Shelly made the easy lay-up.

 

“What’s wrong Ashley? Haven’t worked out in awhile?” Shelly was loving it. Her shorts we hugging her ass and her feet were screaming from the pressure of her shoes, but it didn’t matter. She was finally beating Ashley.

 

“Why don’t you try it again, Shorty?” Ashley retorted, only to realize that Shelly didn’t look all that short anymore.

 

Jake could only watch with a smile from the sideline.

 

Ashley took the ball at mid-court and dribbled to the top of the key, her golden spot, a guaranteed three pointer, and then proceeded to throw the biggest brick of her life. The kind where the ball doesn’t really bounce off the rim, it just sort of falls flat.

 

“What the hell was that Smallcox?” said the Coach.

 

“I don’t know coach, is that a regulation ball?” The ball did feel a little heavy in her hands.

 

“I think it is,” Shelly said, as she dribbled down and easily nailed a 15ft jumper.

 

Ashley just wasn’t feeling right. Her shirt seemed loose and baggy and her shoes seemed to flop around on her feet.

“God, what size are these?” Ashley knelt down to take a closer look at her shoes.

 

“Womens 12’s, like always” Jake answered.

 

“I wasn’t asking you,” she snapped at Jake. She pulled back the tongue of the shoe and saw her name written right there. It was her handwriting. But how did someone get her handwriting on a larger pair of shoes? She didn’t understand it. Standing back up, she had to quickly catch her shorts from falling off her hips. “What the hell?” The shorts were like a tent on her.

“What’s the problem Ashley?” Shelly asked and walked up to her. God Shelly looked tall Ashley thought. She has to be at least 5’8”. “Are you okay? You look a little shorter than usual,” Shelly said. Her eye level came to Ashley’s chin, were before she stared directly into Ashley’s chest.

 

“I’m fine. Give me the ball loser.” Ashley made a grab for the ball, but Shelly quickly pulled it away.

 

“Try and get it.” Shelly felt like playing games. Her shorts were so tight now, you could easily make out her panty line. Ashley made another grab for the ball and let go of her shorts. The slinked down her hips to her ankles. No one was treated to a show however because her shirt came nearly down to her knees.

 

“Smallcox, what the hell are you doing!?” the coach yelled.

 

“Someone switched my clothes coach,” Ashley yelled back, but her voice didn’t seem to be as big as before. She looked around and everything seemed to be larger. The backboard looked higher, the court looked longer. What’s going on, she thought.

 

Shelly’s shirt was constricting her, making it hard for her to breath. The neckline grabbed at her neck, the shoulders too snug. Shelly could see in the one of the wrestling mirrors that the bottom now stopped just above her navel. Her tight abs showing to the rest of the PE class.

 

“Coach, my shirt’s too tight, I can’t breath,” she said, and she took it off much to pleasure of the boys in the class. She wore a sports-bra underneath but it was straining to hold in Shelly’s now much larger globes. She looked down in disbelief. “What the f-“.

 

“Hey, what happened to your boobs? Some sort of allergic reaction?” One of the other girls said. Ashley stared in wide-eyed wonderment at Shelly’s mounds of tit-flesh. It was then that she realized that she was now standing eye-to-eye with Shelly.

 

“Hey, you’re as tall as me? You must be growing.” Ashley said, feeling her shirt slowly starting to slide off of one of her shoulders. One of the other girls walked up to them. She was slightly taller than Ashley now.

 

“Hey Ash, I don’t think that she’s growing, well she may be, because she didn’t used to be taller than me, but I think that you may be shrinking.”

 

“What!?” She screamed. “Impossible.” She snatched the ball away from Shelly and tried to dribble it down the court to dunk. She stepped right out of her shoes that were much too big for her now and tried to dunk the ball. Her hand didn’t even touch the net.

 

A loud snap reverberated through the gym. It was the signal that Shelly’s elastic in her bra had gone over its load-bearing limit.

 

Making a sound like someone clapping, Shelly’s breasts slid out from underneath her sports bra because it was no longer able to hold them. The elastic on her shorts snapped and they started to tear down the seam that ran down her hip. Shelly could now feel her growth. The ground and everything else seemed to shrink away as she continued to grow.

 

Ashley on the other hand was feeling just the opposite. The girls that stood near her seemed to get taller and taller. And in fact they were but only because Ashley was getting shorter and shorter. Soon, she barely came up to their young nubile breasts.

 

“What’s going on?” Her small voice reverberated through the gym. Jake stood on the sidelines watching, a huge smile across his face. This was better than anything he could imagine.

 

Shelly finally stopped her growth spurt at about 7’4”, head and shoulders and boobs above everyone else in the class. She strode over to Ashley, her long legs carrying her quickly across the court. Her shorts clung onto her large sensuous hips for dear life. Shelly looked down at the dwindling Ashley. Ashley stood barely passed Shelly’s knee.

 

To Ashley, Shelly appeared to be a skyscraper.

 

“Now, who’re you calling short?” The smile on Shelly’s face was too much for Ashley. She broke down and cried, never feeling so helpless in her whole life. Jake left the court, very pleased with himself.

 

 

When Laura Van Croft woke up that morning, she was delighted to see that she was not dreaming last night. After she went to the bathroom, Laura went into her room and fondled her now much larger breasts for hours, bringing herself to orgasm several times. She woke to find her chest bigger than ever and more sensitive than she could have dreamed.

It was hard to find a bra that fit because most of them were fitted for her former C cup chest, no longer able to cover her now DD cup breasts. She tried to squeeze into the biggest one she had, one her mother had given her, and was somewhat successful. The under wire dug into the underside of her breasts and the strap bit deep into her side. Laura rationalized the pain because the bra gave her mass amounts of cleavage. She went to her closet and pulled out a white button up blouse. It fit snug across her chest, the buttons pulled tight. She then put on a short denim skirt, gazed over herself in the mirror, deemed her worthy of the title of Sexiest Highschooler Alive and went off to school.

 

Part Nine:

She wasn’t surprised at all the attention from the boys she got as soon as she walked in the door. She had always gotten a lot of attention before, but now with an additional cup size, it was nearly impossible for

a boy not to stare or gawk or walk squarely into a wall, not looking where they were going. Laura walked quickly to a group of her friends.

 

“Hey ladies, notice anything different?” She smiled as she walked towards them.

 

“Oh, my, god! You got a boob job!” Sabrina, her closest friend replied.

 

“No, but my breasts are bigger. You noticed huh?” Laura answered.

 

“Sweetie, how could we not notice? One, the guys are starring at you worse than before, and two, the blouse is about to burst open. If you didn’t get a boob job, how did your breasts get so much bigger?”

 

“I don’t know. I was sitting at dinner last night, and they just grew. Right then and there. I’m not sure what happened, but they feel great.” Laura grabbed her tits and pushed them up, forcing one of her buttons to come undone on her blouse, revealing way more cleavage than intended.

 

“Get out! I don’t believe you. That has to be a boob job.”

 

“If you don’t believe me, come to the bathroom then. Let’s see if you can find a scar.” Laura strutted off to the bathroom, swaying her hips to accentuate the curve and size of her new bust. Her globes were big and round. Another button came undone from her blouse and now anyone could tell that she was wearing a pink, lacey bra. The cups were stretched taught, and if you looked close enough, you could see the top of one of her dark areola.

 

In the bathroom, Laura took off her blouse, blushed when she realized it was already half way off and then took of her bra. She then lifted up each breast and turned around to show her friends.

 

“See, no scars.”

 

“Shit Laura, you’re huge. What are those things, DD’s?”

 

“I’m not sure. I used to be a small C, but gosh, this bra I’ve got is one of my mother’s old ones, and it’s a D. They felt pretty tight in that.”

 

Another one of her friends piped in. “With a body like that, you should strip.”

 

“What? Never.”

 

“Why not, my sister strips and she makes a crap loud of money. Almost a grand a week, tax free.”

 

“I’m not old enough,” Laura, said, although a grand a week did sound tempting to her.

 

“Hell, with a body like yours Laura, I doubt anyone is going to ask for I.D.”

 

“Yeah, Kelly’s right. We’ll go down to the club after school today, okay?” Laura had to think about a bit. What could be the harm in stripping? She could help her parents with the bills, and she’d only do it a couple of night a week, and only after her homework was done.

 

“Yes. Okay, let’s do it.” The bell rang, signaling that the girls only had three minutes to get to class.

 

“Crap, here help me get the bra back on.” It took two extra girls to help get back into her bra. The under wire and straps really dug in, much more painfully than last time. Her breasts could clearly be seen pushing out the bottom of the bra as well as out the top. She tried to button up her blouse, but couldn’t get to the top three buttons.

 

“Did you get bigger in the last few minutes?” Sabrina asked.

 

“I don’t know, they feel bigger.” Laura touched them and a wave of pleasure shot through her body. “Oh, they’re so sensitive.”

 

“C’mon girl, we’ve got to get to class.” Sabrina grabbed Laura by her hand and dragged her out of the bathroom. Laura was in a sort of half dazed state of pleasure and pain. With the top three buttons of her blouse undone, there was hardly anything left to imagine.

 

Jake was standing in the hall way when he saw her pass by. He smiled to himself, quite satisfied with the work he’s done so far.

 

The tardy bell rang and Jake swore. He didn’t want to be late for his next class, sex-ed with Ms. Cramshaddy.

 

Ms. Cramshaddy used to be hot. A real knock-out. Back in the 50’s, she had all the boys of George Washington High offering to carry her books. But now, nearing her 70’s time really caught up with her. Her live free and die young attitude she had in her younger years was really taking its toll on her older body. She apparently forgot about the second part of her motto, the die young part.

 

She was dressed very conservatively, in a long floral skirt, maroon long sleeved blouse and her grey hair done in a tight, military like bun. Her brown orthopedic shoes violated several fashion faux pas, but, hey, it made her back hurt less at the end of each day.

 

Jake snuck in the door while her back was turned towards the board.

 

“Penis.” The class giggles. Ms. Cramshaddy couldn’t believe that even after 25 years of teaching, seniors all throughout always giggled when she said penis.

 

“Vagina.” Another giggle. “Who can tell me what sex produces the Ovum?” She turned and asked the class. 3 hands shot up into the air. “Yes Samantha?”

 

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Samantha Ditmore asked, chewing her gum loudly.

 

“Yes. But hurry back, we’ll be having a quiz.” The class moaned at the mention of this. “Now now, believe it or not, students have to show they actually learned something.”

 

Mark Miller was the first to protest. “Well, maybe if you taught us the interesting stuff. You know, like what positions work best to get a chick off.” The rest of the class laughed.

 

“Mr. Miller, don’t you first need a ‘chick’?” Cramshaddy shot back. Jake knew she was still sharp in the mind, just old in the body.

 

The class gave a loud “woo” to Ms. Cramshaddy’s burn.

 

“Yeah, at least my junk ain’t got cobwebs on it.” Mark shot back. Another “woo” from the class.

 

“Alright, that’s enough. Open your books to page 235.”

 

Jake thought about Mark’s cobweb joke and wondered how he’d react if Cramshaddy was a little closer to his age. He loved his new found powers.

 

Cramshaddy grabbed her book of the desk and noticed immediately that text was printed all blurry. She rubbed it with her thumb, thinking maybe it was smudged, but no, it was definitely printed blurry. Maybe I need to up the prescription on my glasses, she thought. She took them off to rub her eyes and noticed that the text no longer looked blurry. What? She put them back on, and sure enough, blurry letters. Off again, clear. On again, blurry. Off again.

 

“Ms. Cramshaddy, are you okay?” It was Kayla Tenenbaum, the sweet, way to smart sophomore that always got picked on in this mostly seniors class.

 

Cramshaddy looked at Kayla. Her face was in sharp focus. No distortion. She could see clearly! It was amazing. Her memory flashed through her head when she had to first buy glasses just exiting college. She always blamed it on all the reading she had to do for her Liberal Arts degree. That was a long time ago.

 

“Yes Kayla, I’m fine.” She cleared her throat. “I’m fine.” It didn’t sound like her. Well, it did, but something was different. Her voice was missing the rasp that develops with age. This new voice was silky. It was smooth. But most of all, it was sexy. A couple of the boys in the class turned their heads towards Ms. Cramshaddy.

 

They noticed something different in her, other than her voice. Something about the way she now sat on the edge of her desk. She sat more upright, like she had more confidence in her self. She set her glasses down on the desk and looked out across the class.

 

“Who’d like to read from paragraph one?” Several boys shot there hands up. Boys who normally wouldn’t, but felt compelled to impress their teacher. Their teacher who was getting younger and sexier by the moment. “Carl, would you please read for us?” Carl silently high-fived himself.

 

As he read, Cramshaddy leaned back stretching her old body. It felt good. It felt full of life. She couldn’t recall the last time she had so much energy. She looked down at her hands. The liver spots were slowly fading, the skin, slowly but surely was pulling itself tight, the wrinkles disappearing. She was afraid to question what has happening out of feat that it would stop.

 

Half the class listened to Carl read and followed along. The other half, along with Jake, watched the amazing transformation happening before them. Dumbstruck, they could only stare as Ms. Cramshaddy’s grey hair slowly darkened into a orangy-red. She could feel it as it thickened in volume. The tight bun slowly loosened as new hair, along with the old grew. She reached up and pulled the barrette that was holding it. Long, lustrous red locks of hair cascaded down her shoulders.

 

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She grabbed it in her hand and admired its sheen and luster. That’s when she noticed her hands. The wrinkled old hands were slowly smoothing out. The skin tightening and this color flowed back to her knuckles, her nails smoothed and cleared.

 

Cramshaddy looked about the classroom, checking to see if any one noticed the changes. She counted at least 10 sets of eyes watching, ogling her body as it slowly became younger and sexier. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel her breasts swell with youth as the cups of her bra strained against the new flesh.

 

Jake was impressed. He knew Cramshaddy was considered attractive back in her youth, but seeing her in the living, she was a knock out. The top button on her blouse popped open, revealing just a small bit of flesh. Her shoes started digging into her feet. She could feel the small amount of fat around her tummy shrink away, pulling tight. Her hips also pulled up tight, the cellulite shrinking away revealing firm, model-like legs.

 

Cramshaddy’s long floral dress slowly crept up her calves as her legs lengthened. The blouse came untucked as her swelling breasts combined with her lengthening torso pulled it free from her skirt.

 

“Uh, class,” her voice was smooth and sexy, “class dismissed early.” The students sat in their desks, oblivious to what she said. They could only stare at her chest and body as it grew and became more and more beautiful.

 

“Everyone, out!” The class snapped from their trance, gathered their things and headed for the door. “Except for you Mark. You stay.”

 

Mark gulped. Here he was, starring at one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, whom, 15 minutes prior was someone he had no interest in at all.

 

“I remember you saying something about cobwebs?”

 

Mark gulped. Cramshaddy let loose the top two button on her blouse. Beautiful, young, pert cleavage was abound in the bra beneath. Mark starred wide-eyed as Cramshaddy moved forward, un-buttoning the rest of her blouse. Mark caught a glimpse of her tight, unblemished stomach. The hint of a six pack forming. She stepped closer. Mark realized that her was looking up into her eyes. She used to barely come to his shoulder, now she had to be at least 4 inches taller than him.

 

He looked down, saw her feet bulging against the side of her orthopedic shoes. Her flower print skirt hung just below her knees now, revealing sexy, strong and perfect calves.

 

Mark finally spoke, “It was just a joke you know. I didn’t mean it.”

 

“You didn’t mean it. Oh, I see.” She nodded, seductively, licking her lips. Her eyes were large and blue and focused on Mark. She glanced down and saw that he was standing at attention. She stepped forward again. Mark took a half step backward. He could see she was still growing. Her head inched up nearing somewhere near 6’7”. Her blouse started to tear at the shoulder, her breast pushed further out, spilling over he cups of her lace bra. The straps of the bra creaked under the pressure of her expanding rib-cage. The elastic of the skirt stretch to the limit as her hips grew wider, her ass filling with muscle and sexiness. The hem crept further up her legs racing past the knee headed toward mid-thigh.

 

Cramshaddy stepped toward Mark again and grabbed his crotch. “I was hoping you’d want to find out for yourself.” She grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him close. With her other hand she grabbed the back of his head and pulled it back, so he was looking up, way up at her. She then leaned down and kissed his mouth. Well, she was so large now, it was closer to kissing his whole face. Her large mouth covered his nearly from chin to nose. He could feel her force her huge tongue into his mouth. Probing, near chocking him. He fought, pushed her off and stumbled backward.

 

“Mrs. Cramshaddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please. Please I need to go.” He had trouble hiding his huge erection.

 

“What’s wrong Mark. You don’t want a personal sex education lesson? I can teach you things you won’t find in the book.” With a loud “POP” the shoes gave. Her big toe burst through splitting the shoe down the front revealing the rest of her toes. Damn, even her toes were sexy.

 

Mark raced for the door to classroom. She moved liked lightning and was blocking his way before he took 3 steps. Her quick motion did the job of tearing off the rest of her shoes, her blouse, snapping her bra and splitting her skirt up the front, showing leg all the way to her panties that were just about to tear as well.

 

She hulked over him. At least 13 feet tall. Her large breast were near basketball sized and only made her body that much sexier. Her abs rippled in and out with her small amount of exertion. She reached out and grabbed his collar tearing his shirt off. She then pounced on him and gave him the best lesson he would ever have.

 

The tardy bell rang.

 

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To be continued...