This choice: Things continue smoothly. • Go Back... For a couple of moments, Sara appears calm. Internally, however, her mind is a flurry of chaotic activity, trying to figure out what just happened and why everything feels a bit off. I've no doubts that my blue-eyed blonde friend will eventually realize she's growing. Granted, it seems to me she's not about to catch on until at least another spurt, which even I don't know when will happen, but when she does... the realization I'm behind it probably won't be far off. Still, I know she won't try to kill me for two simple reasons:
She's not the kind of person capable of taking a human life, and;
Even if she was, she'd know I'm the only being around that can reverse her growth.
Regardless, I proceed with my nightly routine, and then plop my pajama-clad butt down in front of my computer to read more of this Mind Over Matter story series. In some ways, I can sort of see myself in Sophie and Aria, two of the characters in the story. I wish I could go in there and help them, but I also don't want to ruin the story the writers are trying to tell. I settle for materializing the two before me and giving each girl a heartfelt hug before she can say or do anything, then sending them back to their story none the wiser. I kind of like the former's brown hair with that silver streak in it much more than the practically pitch black hair. Oh well.
Soon enough, I turn my computer off and go to sleep... sort of. A part of my consciousness is kept awake throughout the night to ensure I don't wake up to find I've returned to my default size and thus outgrown and wrecked my home. My family wouldn't be happy about it even if I can repair it after.
The next day, I thankfully awake in my room with nothing out of place... well aside from my Starcrafts zergling plush I had bought awhile back. A quick look beside my bed solves where the adorable little thing had fallen during the night. I've got pretty much the entire set of multiplayer units from Starcraft II to have appeared on Starcrafts in plush doll form. I love how Carbot Animations has made the normally nightmarish zerg look so positively adorable! (though the overseer looks so sophisticated)
Anyway, I pick up the little zergling off the floor and set it down on the shelf near the hydralisk and marine, then proceed to the bathroom to shower and prepare for the day. I might try bathing under a waterfall for kicks some day, I'm sure at least a few humans may enjoy the spectacle before the memories fade. Once I finish my shower, I go for the shirt and pants I had on yesterday before my reawakening completed, featuring a green outline of a 1-Up Mushroom.
Downstairs, I help myself to some breakfast where I'm soon joined by Davis and Sara, the latter still apparently oblivious to her changes for the moment. "Morning, guys!" I greet my friends warmly, still doing my best to muffle the reverberation of power within my voice.
Sara and Davis greet me back before digging in to some of the cereal I left out. I notice how Sara almost unconsciously keeps trying to pull at her too small clothes in an ultimately futile attempt to get them to fit better, which makes me have to suppress a giggle as then she'd be onto me. Telepathically, I gently remind Davis, Remember, you agreed to not tell her what's really going on.
Once we're done, I put the dishes away to be washed, and then the three of us finish getting ready. I consider carrying Sara and Davis to school at my default size for a moment, but soon decide against it. This time anyway. Still, it does remind me I probably should return to it for a few moments, so I quickly step outside and with a flash of light not unlike a warden's Blink spell I'm at my default size which could stare Godzilla in the eye. "One of these days I'm going to actually give myself time to unwind more slowly than this..." I mutter to myself, this time not hiding the sheer power my voice contains.
"Can't you manipulate time itself, Megan?" I hear Davis ask me from well below my ankle, surprising me as I thought I was alone out here. I guess my boyfriend followed me outside.
Looking down, and noticing that Sara has also come outside, I answer, "I can, but it's... uncomfortable."
On second thought... screw it. I bend down and scoop up my friends carefully in my right hand. It's been millennia since I actually walked around at my default size, and I'm also unsure if I want Sara having another growth spurt inside the limo. Alfred's been through enough with me as it is. I lift them up to my shoulder, then start walking to school. The ground makes a satisfying tremble as I advance one step at a time, which also stretches to provide clear space to put each foot down, only to snap back to how it was originally once I step away.
We arrive at school very quickly, thanks to my tremendous strides. My fellow students walk right past my enormous Converse without a second thought, much to my surprise. At any rate, I offer up my hand for Sara and Davis to hop into and then gently lower them down to the ground. Afterwards, I return to my chosen human size of 6'4" so as to actually be able to enter the school, which the three of us do moments later.
I notice the stares towards Davis and I on the way to our lockers, which happen to be right next to each other. "Hey, Megan! Are you two... you know..." a girl a grade under me asks hesitantly, wearing an outfit popularized by that model Sonia Enders. I wouldn't mind meeting her one day...
"A thing? Since yesterday, yeah! I finally mustered up the courage to tell him how I feel." I answer.
"Which of course is the best early birthday gift I could ever receive, what with having a painfully obvious crush on my friend for so long" Davis adds.
"So lucky..." the girl confides before going on her way. She has no idea how right she is, not that I'm going to tell her.
In history class, I'm alerted to the fact Sara's about to experience another growth spurt. I slip out of the classroom under the excuse of needing to use the washroom, so I can watch it happen without distraction. With my powers, I observe as her body responds favorably to the unloading of growth hormones from its pituitary, her head slowly rising towards the ceiling tiles. Her feet become pinched in her heels, much to her discomfort, though it's only a matter of time before her formally size 12 feet overwhelm her footwear...
Her skirt continues to slowly hike upward, leaving more and more of her smooth legs and thighs exposed, and not really even covering her butt that well before the whole thing rips at the waist. I swear I've never seen Sara's face blush that red before, especially not as her too small tank top continues to stretch in an ultimately futile attempt to contain her, as evidenced by the fabric starting to tear. Her experience isn't helped by the fact her panties are digging into... a very sensitive spot between her legs as her pelvis widens in all directions in accordance with her growth.
I hear a loud snap as her huge DD-cup breasts at last free themselves of their imprisonment behind a far too tight bra, then a tear as the resulting motion completes her top's demise. When her heels finally give, Sara's balance is lost and she falls backward in a spectacular crash. She's not seriously hurt, but anyone who's ever wanted to see my friend's boobs would be getting a very complete view, given how she had automatically moved her hands away from covering them in her panic to try to brace her fall. Her panties and socks are all that's still left to cover her, and even then the former look as though they'll give up at any minute while her toes poke out of the latter...
Just as she gets a small taste of her hands stretching and sliding little by little over the cold tile floor, Sara's growth comes to a close. My friend is left lying there, panting, embarrassed beyond belief yet still as sexy as ever, and a solid 7 feet tall. I know I should help her, but I don't even get a chance to concentrate on her tattered clothes before she hastily runs out of the classroom, leaving her shoes behind. There's no way for her to deny that she's grown, especially after feeling her hands slide across the floor and tearfully noting the door frame almost brushes the top of her head on the way out.
What I don't know is if she realizes she's not done growing, that she's going to eventually be truly giant. What I do know is that her naked form is going to be everywhere on the internet after school's done for the day... if not even sooner. Well, I can at least help her there, the pictures taken of Sara Mars being mysteriously deleted from the takers' phones. If things continue as it stands now, it won't be long before they won't need pictures to see her nude... and towering over most of their homes.
Before I know it, I come face to face with my enlarged best friend, her blue eyes widening as she spots me. She knows I wouldn't need to use the washroom, so I can't use that excuse with her. "M-Megan? W-what are you doing out here in the halls?" she asks, startled.
"I... uh..." I begin, fearing I'm busted. There's no way I can deny I'm behind this if she asks, considering I'm right here in front of her...
"N-never mind... Please, I-I need your help here..." Sara interrupts, pleading for my assistance. My mental monitor senses something off about her mental state, though I can only assume her distress over the situation is to blame. At least she doesn't seem to suspect I've done anything to her at the moment...
"N-no kidding..." I reply, really taking in how large she is next to me and hoping to keep her suspicions of me at bay. And while again her proportions haven't changed, her pituitary gland is also even bigger for potentially even more growth...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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