Then her body does something you can only describe as bulging. Her wet shirt clings to her body and strains to contain her pulsing body like something out of a science-fiction movie. Sounds of muscle and bone creaking leave a queasy feeling inside your stomach.
"Oh, g,g,g,god.." Melissa croaks in an unusually deeper voice.
Suddenly, her body pulses, sweeling up in mass with a disturbing stretching noise, her clothes hold firm against the bulging flesh underneeth.
"M, man.." you stammer, "T,this aint natural!"
Every so many shudders, Melissa swells again. The sound of ligaments and flesh stretching makes you wonder if she really is going to explode. She practically jumps to her feet and braces herself against one of the shorter lockers.
"W, what the fuck did you give to me?" Melissa stammers. You are unable to answer, as flesh folds over the cloth of her clothes. This isnt normal swelling, you tell yourself. The girl appears to be growing, you've seen enough sci-fi to know that. Drops of sweat fall from her face as her body bulges again in mass.
5'4"? Was that how tall she was? She seemed to be a visiable two inches taller than when you last saw her standing.
Melissa grunts out something you didnt quite catch and falls back onto the bench, struggling with her shoes. Quivering flesh overflows from the rim as with a great deal of effort, she pulls the footwear off to reveal feet nearly bruised red from irritation. Melissa lets out a painful shriek. Another bulging sound that you can only compare to the stretching of leather catches her again, and she groans in pain. She stares at you breathlessly, unable to say anything except, "Son of a bi.."
Barefoot, she limps on sore wet feet over to you and weakly grabs your shirt. 5'8 1/2". She must be. This is... unreal!
"You dumb mother-fucking, monkey-ass licking bag of shit!" Melissa weakly says as another half an inch is added to her frame. "What the hell is this??"
You are dumbfounded. Trying to say anything as she seems to creep just below eye-to-eye you catch a glimpse of clevage, desperately trying to escape a sinking ship. Her nipples press viciously against her wet shirt. Her shorts dig into her thighs, making a deep red welt, almost to the point of bleeding. "M, maybe you should... uh... t, take off..."
*POW!*
Melissa slugs you with a force you didnt know a chick could give out. You slam against the lockers behind you. She is now as visiably as tall as you are, barefoot.
"Damn basterd!" Melissa shrieks, "Im gonna die before I give a peep show to a freak like you!"
Melissa grunts in pain and clutches a swelling gut. 6'1". She spots herself in the mirror, sweat soaking her hair and clothes thoroughly.
"Mother of god," Melissa says, holding back tears of pain, gazing into the full sized, mirror. Without another word she makes her way away from you as fast as she can and dissapears into the locker room office. You follow her slowly, dumbfounded and speachless.
Peaking through a slightly dirtied window, you spot Melissa inside, scissors in hand, cutting slits in the sides of her shorts, big enough to let some aching flesh out, but small enough to still keep somewhat of her dignity intact. 6'3"
She stomps out of the office, looking down at you. Sprouting another painful inch, she grabs you by your shirt and practically lifts you off your feet, slamming you against a wall.
"You better tell me what you did to me, you son of a bitch, or Im not kidding, I'll cut your fucking balls off with these scissors!"
Now this is too much. Not normally one to take threats from chicks seriously, this expanding teen is a tad more intimidating than you could have thought possible.
"I dont know, damnit!" you stammer, "I didnt tell you to drink the fucking thing!"
Melissa's eyes widen, as your feet bid the floor a found farewell. She must be 6'5" now, maybe larger. You feel a tad helpless as your feet dangle in the air. Sweat from Melissa's forehead gets in your eye, forcing you to wince slightly.
She is now quiet. She drops you on your ass and runs over to the door. Placing a foot too large for any normal chick against the jammed door, she grips the handle and pulls with all her expanding might. *twang* The handle pops loose from the frame, sending her onto her ass. Shrieking something that sounds like denial, a massive stretching noise forces her nearly into 6'8". Her small shirt can no longer take the pressure and tears from the slits cut into it, flying into the wall like a rubber band.
"Great!" Melissa shrieks loud enough for the whole school to hear, yet no one does, for some odd reosen. Once again she darts into the office and snatches up any towels she can find, clutching a perfectly figured buxom from your sight.
"Look away, damn it!" she bellows. You comply, with only a glance behind you. To see her working her way our of torn shorts. "Find some way our of here," she commands.
You slowly walk over to the only exit, handleless and hear another loud exclamation of pain as something impacts with the office doorframe behind you. What do you do now? Your mind is fogged. Will you...?
Sun Oct 3 15:49:16 1999