I'm Olivia. I'm 16, with blonde hair I prefer tied in a ponytail and blue eyes. As for my figure... I'm happily above average. 6'2", D-cup breasts that I tastefully show off in the nicest tops my allowance can provide, and generally nice curves everywhere else. I've even got some athletic muscle - my abs are hard as stone. Currently, I'm happily working away in my Math class while my younger sister, Emma, toils away in French, her least favorite subject... as she would no doubt express in very... um... colorful language.
Emma is 14 years old, just over a couple years younger than me. As such, some of my earliest memories are with her already in my family. We share the same blonde hair and blue eyes, though she tends to go for a more unkempt hairstyle. She stands 5'3" tall, about average for her age, and her breasts are about a B-cup. The rest of her body's developing nicely if I do say so myself. She's honestly a nice girl, but still hasn't let go of the illusion that she can at all make me worry less about her, and thus tends to act a bit tough for herself.
The reason for this act is a bit of a strange tale. Four years ago, I was tiny, at just 3'7". Emma towered over me at 4'5". One morning, I woke finding myself an inch taller from the previous night. Having been teased about being short most of my life was terrible, but what really stung was being told that I was just a late bloomer, and that my time would come. Mom would always repeat that whenever I complained about my size, and it hurt each time. So naturally I was excited that my puberty was seemingly finally kicking in. ...thankfully, Emma and my best friend Jack understood my reason for excitement.
Little did I know that this was but the start of something crazy, for the rest of the morning, I had more of these spurts. Inches at a time. After my first class ended, I rushed to the bathroom as I felt a strange warmth building up, and got in a stall just in time to watch myself grow almost a foot taller and considerably curvier in a single spurt! I couldn't believe my eyes, as with another spurt, in front of Jack, no less, I'd grown 2 feet taller since yesterday! ...my clothes were also ripped to pieces, barely covering my modesty, and weren't helped by the crazy amount of blossoming my body had undergone. Jack and I were worried I'd outgrow the entire building before the end of the day, thus rushed outside to avoid potentially wrecking the school.
I soon ran into my sister Emma, literally, and she came along. We got the permission from the school nurse, then headed home so I could put on something better than the torn rags I was left with before going to the mall to go clothes shopping for me. There was still a fear I might have more spurts, but I couldn't go around naked. It was quite a shock to our parents that we were home a bit early, and more so in seeing the new and improved me.
We were taken to the hospital, where we were tested. While such rapid growth was unheard of, it turns out both of us have untold growth potential; in other words, theoretically we'd grow for the rest of our lives. For me, it was like the switch to control this had suddenly been flipped on, thus the huge burst over a single day.
Of course the doctors could be in error, but over the past four years I've grown into my ideal body, and... well, no one calls me short anymore. Still, while the doctors believe the growth will be slow once we reach adulthood, I'm unsure whether to be fearful of it... or excited. Those spurts did feel very nice, and even thinking about them turns me on just a bit. And... I think Jack is turned on by the idea as well. He's filled out a bit over the years, now 5'10" in height and enough muscle to be average.
I admit I have a crush on him, but what if it doesn't work out between us? I-I don't want to destroy our friendship! I know the other boys in school want to go out with me, and they do some nice things for the chance... though I don't want to seem like I'm taking advantage of them yet I don't really want to go out with them. Jack has been my best friend for years, and has always been there for me when I need him most long before I grew into what I am today.
So during lunch, I find Jack and Emma talking, the latter uttering a curse word and requiring me to remind her it's not a nice thing to say. I know it's a lost cause to make her stop, especially since everyone here uses them. Emma believes she's always had to make sure I don't have to worry about her, but she doesn't realize that it's pointless for her to try: there's nothing she can say or do that would make me worry about her any less. She's my sister, and the day I stop worrying about her is the day I die.
And then... there's Jessica. She used to be everything I wasn't: tall, curvy, and mean. These days, she only has her viciousness over me, though in some small way, I must thank her. I used to worry about potentially looking like a slut until she actually called me one. Repeatedly. Apparently because I was superior to her and wanted to drag my name through the mud to try and retake the top spot in the social ladder. At first I ignored her. Then I tried to politely ask her to stop. Both instances seemed to only encourage her to continue if not insult me with it more.
She left me no choice. I couldn't take anymore, so the last time she said it in my face, I stood up to her and... I told her to fuck off. Really loudly. I could have sworn I heard a pin drop on the floor, the room fell so silent. Jessica was so shocked she's never called me a slut since, but I also learned that day that I shouldn't worry about what people may call me. Some will call me bad names anyway no matter what I look like, and as long as I'm happy with my body, likely to slowly continue growing for life as it is, then that opinion is all that matters.
Still, I didn't know what had come over me to do that, and it almost pains me to believe I might have gained a little more respect through that way...
"So, who's up for some Smash Brothers this afternoon?" Emma asks at the table in the present, "Or do you and Jack have plans?"
"Actually, Em... you and I have a doctor's appointment after school." I remind her, "It probably won't take very long, but we might not have time to play after depending on the amount of homework we have and how long we're at the doctor's."
"Ah. Right... Slipped my mind. Shi- I mean shoot." Emma replies sheepishly. "Is what we've to look forward to for the rest of our lives really that fascinating? Or maybe they want to see just how indigestible cafeteria food really is. I swear I've put cardboard in my mouth that tastes better than this."
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