This choice: Wendy keeps The Dictahone a secret, and they continue their day in the mall • Go Back...Chapter #10More shopping, less informing by: Unknown For a moment Wendy thought of the idea of revealing the power of The Dictaphone to her friends. She imagined all the potential possible, if she used its power on THEM too. We could rule the town like queens! she thought. Tall, beautiful queens! The three of us!. All it would take was the push of a button and a few words, and her friends could gain as majestic a figure as herself.
But then it occurred to her. Was that really what she wanted? To be their equal? In the past, Wendy had always been jealous of her friends bodies. How they always had been bigger than. Tamara, having reached 5.1 feet in height last Christmas, had always looked down to both of them, and both Wendy and Brooke thought she´d one day be as tall as Vanessa. And while Wendy had been taller than Brooke, even back when at 4.10, Brooke had been the busty one of them, being as buxom as girls possibly could be at that age. Both had traits that Wendy had envied. Yet thanks to The Dictaphone, Wendy had surpassed both of them, by far. It was she who had received the device, so wasn´t it fair that it was her time to shine now?
Tamara and Brooke was smiling at her, when she settled for keeping The Dictaphone a secret. Wendy smiled back at her friends. "You can´t cheat nature, girls. This is all me. Good genes just give a good puberty, i guess" she said.
"Yea, we know" replied Brooke. "Though you gotta admit, Wendy; Puberty really hit you hard"
"Maybe she just got it all at once" joked Tamara. "She can´t possibly get any bigger than this. She´s bigger than most adults already!". Both girls laughed, and Wendy joined. Even being bigger than them, she was still friends with these girls, and the laughs they shared was precious to her. "Come on girls, let´s do some REAL shopping now" All agreed, and the girls started walking around, looking for a store. Again Wendy was baffled over the difference there was from her new height compared to her friends.
As soon as she began walking, Wendy was reminded of how overstretched her jeans had become now. Furthermore, she began to be annoyed with carrying The Dictaphone by hand all the time. She gave it two orders: First making her jeans fit her body, and second to add a string to itself, so she could carry it around her neck. The Dictaphone sparkled and both things came true. She slung the device over her head and hang it around her neck.
"Why are you wearing that thing around your neck, Wendy?" Brooke suddenly asked
"Is it from school?" added Tamara. "Wasn´t recording project like a month ago?"
Wendy looked down on her friends. "It´s my own. I use it to take memos for myself" she lied. Its true function was quite different, but they didn´t have to know.
"How did you get it?" asked Tamara.
"In the mail this morning. Vanessa stole it, but i snatched it back from her in the car before we got to school". A little truth wouldn´t hurt, as long as they didn´t know that it was magical.
"It really doesn´t go with your outfit. You should think about leaving it at your house, rather than dragging it everywhere. Even YOU aren´t that forgetful" said Brooke. Wendy touched The Dictaphone lightly, while looking at her friend. Not a chance i'm EVER leaving this behind she thought to herself. Suddenly she spotted a store of interest to her, and took the chance to change the subject. "Look, lets go in there". She pointed towards a store, and when Brooke and Tamara looked ahead, and their eyes sprang wide open.
"Wendy! That´s American Apparel! We can´t shop there!" yelled Tamara.
"We cant?" asked Wendy.
"No it´s way too expensive. Even Brooke doesn´t have that much money". Tamara and Wendy both came from pretty common homes. Brooke on the other hand, came from a home where the mother worked as a private doctor, and a good one too. At the same time, Brooke´s father owned a local insurance business, and had shares in many other businesses around town. Yet regardless of their relative wealth, even Brooke didn´t get enough allowance to just go amock in a place like American Apparel. Yet Wendy wanted to go in there, so she put her hand on The Dictaphone, and pushed to talk. "I´m loaded for today" she said, and instantly she felt a small bulge in the back pocket of. She plucked a big stack of 100-dollar bills, which she lifted in front of her friends.
"How the hell did you get that?" Tamara demanded to know.
"You didn´t steal from your parents, did you?" asked Brooke.
"You didn´t steal from your parents, did you?" asked Brooke.
"How can we not worry about it" insisted Brooke. "We don´t want to get into trouble"
"Look, its my money, okay? Don´t worry about it, lets just go get something for ourselves!" Wendy insisted. Her friends gave each other confused looks, as if unsure if they should just go along with it. Eventually they complied and went inside, trusting Wendy.
Inside the store, Wendy once again experienced what it was like to be the center of attention, as all eyes soon looked in her direction. On one side Wendy understood them, as seeing a girl of her stature was rare, though on the other hand, she couldn´t help but wonder where peoples manners were. Even though most patrons of the store were women, it was rude to stare. Even kids knew that. Regardless, she liked the attention and didn´t complain.
Although her friends had been suspicious about the sudden money Wendy had come by, it didn´t take them more than 10 seconds before they had their hands in a dress, squealing together joy, and ran for changing stall.
This reminded Wendy about a cruel reality: Brooke and Tamara had always been more developed than her. Having roughly the same measurements, they had shopped together more often than they had with her. It had been more efficient that way, and even Wendy had changed this hadn´t. There were still quite a gap between her and her friends, only now Wendy was the big one. Adding to that, Wendy considered that this wasn´t really a problem, as she would be looking at outfits that were way out of their league anyways.
Wendy looked for a a clerk to assist her. She found one putting out new shirts by a desk. A thin and middle-aged woman, with short dark hair.
"Excuse me miss, i need some guidance" she asked. The clerk put down the shirts and turned to Wendy. Being even shorter than Vanessa, the clerk was met with the sight of Wendy´s enormous bosom, right in front of her, and seemed to be quite surprised when she lifted her head to meet Wendy´s eyes. She was stunned for a second before she replied. "Certainly miss. How can i help you?"
"I want to buy stuff for a new outfit. I think i might be growing out of my current one" Wendy said, hoping the growing part would cause more funny reactions from the lady. The lady moved her eyes across Wendy´s body for a second, sank once as if in distress. Then she once again put on a obiviously fake smile. "Well, you´re certainly an.... ample-bodied young woman, to be sure". "Ample-bodied". I like the sound of that, Wendy thought.
"Perhapts a bit TOO ample-bodied. I rarely say this, but i doubt if we can actually manage any items for your... size, if i may be so direct". It was Victoria´s Secret all over again. Wendy rolled her eyes, before she moved her hand to The Dictaphone. "They have exactly what i want" she said, and the Clerk shook her head. "Though i MAY have something lying around in the back. Follow me, miss".
10 minutes later, Wendy went to the changing-booths with her arms loaded with everything she needed. At one of the stalls, her friends were trying out some pants, Tamara the model and Brooke the judge. They were so consumed in their doing, that Wendy was unsure if they even saw her. She picked the neighboring stall, to try out her new outfit.
Inside the stall, she undressed. First top and jeans, then underwear. It gave relief to remove the bra, which had become tight, despite her having wished it to fit her current cup-size.
When Wendy had wished herself taller, she had not realized that as her back enlarged, the muscles stretched to adapt to her growing body. Her back had become broader, and her torso thicker instead of just longer. Her body had not simply swollen, it had actually matured. When she had grown to 6 feet it had not been noticeable, but once she had hit the 6.4 mark, the elastic in the bra had tightened all around, causing minor discomfort. But even a little discomfort was too much for her, and now she was gonna buy herself something more fitting.
Once her panties came off, she for the first time saw her new lower assets naked and uncovered. Her new buttocks where one of the best she had ever seen, though it had to be to surpass Vanessa´s. That was the only specification she cared about: Being better and bigger than her sister.
Her thighs were gorgeous as well, thick and firm as any woman would want them. All in all, Wendy´s new found beauty was something she could feel proud about. She admired herself for an entire minute, before she proceeded to put on her new outfit.
The new underwear she had chosen would accommodate her large rack better. It was dark red, almost a hue akin to blood, but darker. It was a change, compared to her former black one, but she had decided to be a bit more daring this time. After all, what was her new assets if not there to allow some fun?
The remainder of the outfit could, wait. She liked the looks of her new set of underwear so much, that she wished to tease her smaller friends outside.
In a flash she pulled the curtain aside and walked out in all her splendor.
"So, what do you guys think" she said with a loud voice, as she took a stand that optimally displayed her looks. Her friends heard her and instantly shifted their attention from their piles of discarded clothes to Wendy....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
