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Young and Hungry by GTSi

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Young and Hungry

by GTSi

 

My name is Sophie, and I am probably 30 years old. 

I had always planned on being a millionaire by the time I got to be this age. I suppose I've technically succeeded, though I don't really think in those terms anymore. 

Back when I was in high school, though, that goal seemed all-important. I remember scavenging endlessly for the kind of books meant to reveal the secrets of making lots of money fast. That was a time in my life when great success seemed within reach, so long as I worked hard, stayed focused, and -- most importantly -- had an edge over everyone else. I was looking for that edge by reading those books, but even then I doubted anyone writing them knew more about success than I did. 

Fortunately, Sarah was doing some far more productive reading back then.

"I understand the pituitary gland", she told me rather abruptly as we stood around waiting for classes to start.

"Cool", I offered, not at all sure how to properly respond.

"There's a ton of experimental stuff going on right now that's pretty much redefining what you can do with your body. I read an article that said we're five years away from being able to choose our own height."

"Wow", I noted, confident in my dismissal of her optimism, already becoming somewhat jaded by get-rich-quick books written by insufferable optimists.

"So, I have some stuff I want to try out, because I think it can happen way quicker. Right now I'm on the lookout for someone to guinea pig."

Jessica walked up to us at that point, dragging a bit from the weight of a Monday morning.

"Good weekend, Jess?", I asked without recognizing the ominous timing of her arrival.

"Fuck, I guess so. Don't remember most of it." She laughed proudly, but with a twinge of guilt for her bad habits. Sarah gave me a look that said "guinea" and "pig", and then glared hard at Jessica. A natural choice, I suppose, if a bit obvious given her self-induced vulnerabilities.

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So we wound up at Sarah's house, goofing around under the pretense of studying for some upcoming something or another. Jess was acting silly enough to suggest she had made some pregame arrangements, which was all the invitation Sarah needed to make her move.

I was rather squeamish back then, so I missed a sizable portion of what happened next. I clearly remember seeing a needle, Jess's neck, and then some bottles. Sarah tried to explain how she was extracting something from Jess's pituitary gland in order to make a cocktail of something she had devised with...look, I really don't know what she was doing. I'm pretty sure she was robbing Jess of most of her growth potential and taking advantage of it herself. Benefit of hindsight -- that explanation seems logical.

Yet as oddball as all of this might seem, inwardly I really wanted Sarah to succeed. If she had discovered a way to make people grow, then I could stop worrying about how to make my first million. Option A would be that we sell the secret for a ton of money; Option B being that we keep it for ourselves and think of a way to get rich by being tall. Doing both would be a pretty good Option C. Regardless of how we proceeded, having stagnated at a modest 5'4" just before I turned 19, I strongly suspected that girls closer to 6' who didn't look like trolls basically got whatever they wanted. I felt I had the non-troll thing down, so anything with the potential to help me with the other half was more than welcome.

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Looking at me now, I imagine most people think I'm the victim of an insatiable appetite. As an object lesson in what happens when you lose control. Honestly, I think I've always been able to moderate my consumption. I just can't eradicate the need to consume. Maybe that's the same thing as being out of control. I don't know.

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Basically, Sarah's plan seemed to work. She went from 5'6" to 5'8" over the course of summer break, while Jess stayed put at my own 5'4". Jess had been pretty high during the procedure, so she didn't remember anything about it. In her ignorance, she cursed her poor luck while congratulating Sarah on her growth spurt. I remained skeptical, not yet letting go of the possibility that this was all a coincidence, but even I could practically smell the potential. In spite of myself, I began scouting for the next guinea pig on the promise from Sarah that I would share in the next take.

Not even a week into our senior year, I had found the next person to draw from. His name was Brian, and he had a definite thing for Sarah. All I had to do was tell him that we would be hanging out at her place after school, and he practically pierced his pituitary gland for us. Well, she had to get him relaxed first via a blowjob, but all things considered, it didn't take much to get him prone on the couch with a long needle sticking up into his skull. Sarah mixed the concoction and poured out two equal portions. I made a little over an inch off of Brian.

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For what it's worth, I don't hate myself. I say that because I'm sure that I'm hated.

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Not long after Brian, we grew bold enough to be more up front about what we were doing. Secrecy, scouting for guinea pigs, etc was behind us. By that time, I measured a slightly more impressive 5'8", and Sarah had hit 6', which was enough to make me believe that this had really worked and -- more importantly -- we were the only ones who knew how to do it. But as far as anyone else knew, we were crazy yet admittedly taller high school seniors. 

We would pay $100 to make a quick injection into your head through your neck. It sounded scary but people who had done it swore it didn't hurt. We always paid. Understandably, there weren't exactly a ton of people signing up to be stabbed by high schoolers. Nevertheless, it was safe (but absolutely crazy). The only condition was that you had to still be growing, but we didn't take any kids. We felt wrong pulling from anyone but consenting adults. Well, consenting to the extent that they agreed to the procedure, that is. We didn't tell anyone they probably wouldn't grow any more after we pulled from them, but why bother? How could anyone possibly know that they were robbed of a few inches' growth if it never happened?

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All told, I gained a foot and a half that year. It cost a lot of money, allowance, foregone purchases, realigned college aspirations, all to get myself past 6' and then nearly to 7'. No question that Sarah and I were now the most important people at our high school. I was 6'10" and Sarah was 7'2". More than enough to position ourselves at the head of our class. 

Something had started to irk me, though. I wanted to be the tallest one. It bothered me that Sarah was always a few inches ahead of me, but it also bothered me that it she still had some control over how tall I got. Even though we had done the procedure multiple times, I didn't really get how it worked; she was always the one performing it. Honestly, I started to get obsessed with my height. I was more than tall, but I wasn't tall enough, and I got to the point where I would do anything to overtake Sarah.

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For what it's worth, I still don't know how the whole growth thing works, but I know how to make it work. What I mean is, I can get the results even though I don't understand exactly how they're gotten. Sarah knew everything, which is fine, because I never needed to. I was the one who took our activities to the next level, though.

**********

As soon as Sarah asked me if I had heard from Jess lately, I thought she must know what I had done.

"I haven't talked to her in months", I answered with as much truth as I could manage.

"You haven't drawn from her again, have you? You've got to be a couple of inches taller than you were a few weeks ago."

To everyone else, Sarah and I were ridiculously tall, meaning that nobody noticed if we gained an occasional inch here or there. Relative to each other, though, we had a pretty good idea of how we staked up. Any gain by one would be immediately apparent to the other.

"That wouldn't work, right? Once we pulled that first time, that's pretty much it, isn't it?"

"Probably, but we've never tried it, you know. Either way, I wouldn't put it past you to go for it."

There was a barb at the end of that comment, but I couldn't blame her.

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It still seems weird to me now that I keep myself going by consuming the earth and trees and whatever else I can scoop up that will have some minerals or nutrients in the quantities I need. Monstrous as it may otherwise seem, everything else I've eaten seems kind of normal by comparison. I guess it helps to go through the progression by stages from realizing that eating is better than drawing, and then that eating the whole thing is more effective than eating the specific part.

Anyway, by the time I reached 10', it felt like my scheme was giving me diminishing returns. Even if I got a full inch from someone, that didn't mean as much as it used to. I needed something to give me a major boost.

Even so, I felt kind of bad turning on Sarah. She was the one who made the initial discovery. She was the one who got us started. Without her, I would still be reading those pointless self help books. Thanks to her, I grew dramatically. She must have held her own growth potential, plus the people she had drawn from. After that it became much easier to continue growing, partly because the guilt of what I was doing had mostly disappeared with Sarah, but also because I had become big enough to just take whoever I wanted.

It accelerated considerably after that. I'd take a few people. Get used to my new height, then take a few more. It didn't take long before I could take multiple people at the same time. That just accelerated things further. 

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And now it's been years. It's been hundreds if not thousands of people.

Arguably I can have whatever I want, but I live alone. In a wilderness I've created. I'm still not satisfied with my height: I wish I could get rid of it.

This is my success.

 

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