More Growth Fantasies

I noticed the slight edge the liquid provided to my shape and I couldn’t help but allow myself a rather innocent beam, the realisation filling me with quite a fair amount of excitement.
“I grew…”, I whispered softly my eyes falling at the little bottle I was holding moments ago. I grew, and it was all thanks to the potion. Obviously, the changes were minor, and I mainly noticed them because I was focusing… but still, they were apparent, and I had a handful of the serum left, even in this single vial. My grin only evolved further as I thought about the possibilities that I couldn’t even think about moments before. I had power, power to change things around here quite drastically. And I already knew where to begin, or more precisely, whom to begin with…
Without any further hesitation, I quickly placed the plug back onto the phial, closing the precious liquid for good, and hid it deep inside my bag along with four or five of its siblings just to be well-prepared. Next, I hid the remaining bottles beneath my bed, being already on my way out of the dorm and towards the teachers’ lounge with rather hasty steps. I am not sure whether it was an effect of the serum, or the thrill I felt, but I couldn’t help but notice that I was kinda horny. Obviously though, it was totally understandable: I was tall, I had quite a handful of jiggle added to my shape, and I felt massive energy circling in my veins… I was over the top with excitement that I barely managed to cover up, feeling as if I had no time to waste. Roughly five minutes later I had already found my way inside the room, sneakily not to rise the slightest bit of attention. At my ultimate fortune, the room was all empty, everyone being in the canteen for lunch.
I stepped to the desk at the far edge on the right. A simple table, but a ladder to my goal. There was a half empty bottle of water and the realisation brought a grin to my lips and a pair of roses to my cheeks. Bingo! Without any second thoughts, I rushed to the table with my bag in my left and my right in its pocket. After a moment of searching, I had the half empty phial in hand. After another second, the bottle was already empty, its contents perfectly assimilated with the water inside the one on the desk. I allowed myself a victorious beam. It was plain sail, and I couldn’t wait for the results to occur. I knew exactly who’s drink I was spiking. The desk, and therefore the bottle I spiked belonged to Mr. Tobias Anderson, my handsome PE teacher. A man in his early twenties with a smile that could melt whole icebergs, and a heart of pure gold and benevolence. A man with a shape any elite athlete could envy for, although by no means could he ever be considered too bulky for my taste. A man whom possessed a mere, single flaw, namely that he was only 5’4 in height, even shorter to me now, that I added a few extra inches to my previously 5’6 shape. Fortunately though, I had the perfect solution for this minor discomfort, if I was allowed to call it that way, and taking a glimpse at the bottle of water, I was pretty confident that soon enough he will become tall enough to hold my body in those gentle, muscular arms. Maybe once this occurs I will also be able to take a few steps to raise our relation from casual teacher-student amity to something… more personal.
This had to be the moment that the two of them entered the room. I heard a giggle from behind added up to what could be the last couple of words of a friendly conversation I couldn’t understand, and turning towards the entrance, I just barely had time to sink my empty phial into my pocket, when the tutors arrived. On the right, there was Mr. Anderson, charming as ever with his brilliant golden curls floating into his azure gaze, and his lips dancing in a toothy grin as he glanced with awe and excitement at his colleague. I followed that gaze with the sensation of a knife slipping into my heart, and I noticed her…
Patricia Wilkins was a rather attention grabbing young lady in her mid 20s or early 30s, just a couple of years older than my precious Tobias. She possessed dark chocolate strands dyed in spiral curls in a borderline kinky manner, curls that reached down to her shoulders. These locks and her flawless ebony skin were the most significant treats, that put her heart-shaped face in the category of a model, the whole being toned by her auburn eyes and plump, slightly pouty lips that wielded a never fading grin of joy during the conversation. Her nose was petite, her frame elegant and charming, reaching to a height of 5’6 putting her on equal terms with my own improved self. The woman was the possessor of long set of legs and entrancing thighs that were characterised by natural athleticism and gentle curves. She possessed her own set of jiggles, namely in her pair of D’s and especially in her ample rump, with two perfectly curved cheeks that usually stretched out any jeans the woman was wearing, though that could very well be a side effect of her rather tight manner of clothing. Because that’s how she was dressed like, always elegant and appealing paying possibly heavy attention to mark her shape even in the shabby college uniform of sailor blue shirt. She was a teacher of mine of course, teaching science for the fourth consecutive year now, and I actually had a summer project with her last semester, that I still owed her an essay about. But right now I had other things to be concerned about , namely her possible connection to Mr. Anderson that left a sour taste in my mouth.
Perhaps the taste didn’t exist solely in my mouth, as I was quickly welcomed by the professors, whose gazes were immediate to fall upon me.
“Amanda! What are you doing here? Are you feeling alright? You look rather pale and distressed, dear…”, Mr. Anderson asked in a quick manner with Miss Wilkins being immediate to agree.
“Is there anything we can help you with?”, she asked with concern, her previous smile turning to camphor in mere seconds.
“Y-Yes…”, I lied in response my brain already working hard on trying to figure out a believable story, when my gaze met with Patricia’s.
“Yes, actually I was hoping I could perhaps have a talk with you, Miss Wilkins. I have several questions about my project work and I am afraid I got stuck with my essay…”, I lied with enough confidence in my voice to sound convincing. Apparently, I had succeeded as I took notes of a beam reappearing on the woman’s lips.
“Of course. Let’s go to an empty classroom, shall we?”, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for the next lines.
“Ahh, my bottle, it looks like I forgot it on your desk, Tobias. Thanks god, I’m dying of thirst!”, and before I could make any foolish attempts to stop her from doing it, the woman had already grabbed the spiked water, taking several big gulps from it.
“Mhmmm, much better…Now, shall we go?”, she asked with an inviting and encouraging beam, but I failed to notice that as her other body parts took hold of my attention…