This choice: Emily's POV - Your young 10 y/o sister. • Go Back...Chapter #3Emily's POV - Your young 10 y/o sister. by: Unknown Emily having returned from soccer approached the front door to her house to retrieve the ball her friend had just kicked. It was then that she spotted it, the ray gun. Was she to know then what it could do things may have turned out differently but alas perhaps in another life one could only wish that to have been the case. As she tripped over the gun itself her friend, Sophie, came to her aid helping her up off the ground.
"Are you alright Emily?"
"Yeah, I just tripped over that."
She point to the device laying on the lawn. Sophie picked it up and looked at it inquisitively. And then handed it to her friend.
"Must be your bothers."
"No way. He's far to old to be playing with stuff like this. It's probably some kid Mum babysits."
Emily looked at the gun for a moment not knowing who's it was or where it came from. It was heavy she thought to her self and it wasn't made of plastic either as a toy normally such as this would be. But what gasped her attention even more so was the dial on the side of it and the marking 'G' and 'S' At that point a thought drifted into her head but she had quickly dismissed it as nonsense. She looked to her friend.
"I'll just take it inside and show Mum she'll know who owns it."
"Okay, I'm gonna head on home then in that case, I'll see you later K?
"K?"
Little did Sophie know that she would see her later a whole lot of her later. Emily then walked in the house and called for her Mum but there was no reply. She looked at the gun again for a moment and turned the dial all the way to the G setting. It was hardly going to do anything but regardless she thought why not see just for fun. The playful ten year old shot the small cushion on the couch in front of her which was only about a foot square and then low and behold in front of her eyes the thing exploded in growth almost to five foot square. She stumbled back shocked and what had just occurred. Her mother then came in the back door of the house, as she had being hanging out washing to dry. With an empty basket in hand she entered the front room,
"You were calling for me Emily?"
Emily looked to her and then back to the gun and then to the cushion the shocked look on her face gasped the attention of her mother and she followed her line of sight as well. It was then that the huge cushion took her by surprise, but unlike Emily the source of it she could not pin to the supposed toy she say Emily holding.
"What in the hell?" He mother inquired slacked jawed with a ruffled brow. Emily began to snap out of it and an excited look came across the ten year olds face.
"Mum, mum look it a growth ray, a growth ray. It makes things bigger look!"
The whole time she was saying this she was making for her mother. Running carelessly with gun in hand. The poorly laid rug beneath her sealed her destiny, as it almost seemed to grab her foot purposely and send her soaring through the air. She seemed almost to be frozen or evening floating for seconds at a time but truth be told her gradual flight was immediately cut short as she began plummeting to the ground. She managed to bring the device close to her chest as she landed. It contacted with the ground first and then she made contact with it. A loud crack could be head with a huge flash being emitted from under Emily's chest not even a milli-second later. She cringed from the fall sudden sting but relaxed a but as the gun emitted a warmth throughout her. She quickly used her arms to prop herself up and as she looked under her chest she could then see the gun was in pieces as her Mother dragged her up the rest of the way to her feet. She then kneeled down and placed both of her hand on both of her shoulders.
"Are you alright sweet heart?"
"Mmm, yeah I just feel kinda funny."
"Funny how?"
"I feel real empty sort of, I don't know."
"Oh pet, you must be hunger after soccer, I'll fix you something to eat Okay?"
"Okay"
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I think so."
But she was far more than, ok. Her sudden fall had took her mothers attention away from the giant cushion in the living. But Emily was scared, scared of what might happen this feeling inside her now of emptiness was growing, not at any fast rate but gradually. And she hopped for her sake that it was her hunger and nothing else. She didn't know how right she was.
In the kitchen her mother had made a plain, simple, ham sandwich. She began to eat and thankfully for her she felt the emptiness growing better. Her mother had went outside again to hang up another batch of washing on the clothes line. Emily however just sat there eating content to herself, humming a childish rhyme that she made up as she went. But unbeknownst to her certain things where happening to her body's chemistry. Reactions were now taking place in her cells fuelled by the sustenance she had been eating. The energy that was emitted by the ray in that one fall was the entire power supply of the gun. As it entered her body her cells mutated to reproduce the twice the amount their energy intake, which there were currently doing. Unaware as to what was going on Emily's body was being pumped full of energy which was filling the emptiness she had felt moments ago. However this extra energy was too much for her ten year old self to handle so as a side effect of the ray her cells began to multiply and develop to accommodate the huge amounts of kelojoulles her cells were emitting. This then in turn became quite apparent in her physical self as she finished the sandwich she found herself growing. She quickly shot up to six feet in height and cringed as her clothing became unbearably tight. It was then that her body had begun to age itself her cell structure demand to be in its utmost prime to make use of their energy within her effectively ageing her to the end of puberty and as a young adult. He breasts exploded outwards to DD-cup and her hips widened and her as and thighs became more shapely. She moaned at this as it was pleasurable to say the least however the tightness she still felt from her clothing was becoming unbearable but the in a spasm. She fell off the chair she was seated and onto the floor and began to wreathe and wiggle and her body begun its final process. She began swelling with muscle everywhere and as she did her clothing began to tear of in revealing a figure that could only be described as a work of high renaissance sculpture. Her figure was as chiselled master piece. She stood as she continued to swell out and worriedly began to take herself in. She may have looked amazing but her mind was still that of a young ten year olds. Confusion as fright over took her she dropped to her knees and began to sob with both hands over her face. It was then that her mother had entered back in to the room.
"Hey honey are you feeling better? I was thinking... Oh my fucking God!"
"Mum please, *sniff, winge, sniff* help me."
"Oh my God, Emily whats happened to you?"
Despite her daughters distraught state Karen gazed in pure awe at the pinnacle of feminine beauty that was in front of her.
"I don't know Mum *sniff, winge, sniff* I just grew, *sniff, winge, sniff* Oh god I feel so empty."
Her Mother walked over beside her and put her arms around her as she knelt down beside her. She began to shush her as she continued to weep.
"It's ok sweet heart, it's ok. Now first of why to you think you feeling empty."
"Well I thought I was just hungry, *sniff, winge, sniff* cause it went away when I ate something, but then this happened, *sniff, winge, sniff*
"Well honey in that case you should have something else to eat if it makes you feel better."
Her daughter looked at her somewhat confused. Her Mother had a big warm smile on her face.
"What if it happens again though Mum. What if I get even bigger?"
He mothers face grew dreamier as that last word came out of Emily's mouth.
"Well you wouldn't be able to help it would you, It wouldn't be you fault now, silly."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"But look at me Mum, I'm a freak."
She began crying again but this time louder as her gut made a menacing noise. Her body needed more energy. Her Mother noticed this and began to get excited. Here was her daughter an absolute beautiful amazon before her and she couldn't come to understand it. Karen wanted her daughter to do great things and now she finally could. She pictured the world on its knees before her daughter worshiping her admiring her beauty and what she had become. It made tear up slightly as a lump grew in her throat.
"You're not." she whispered.
"What? *sniff, winge, sniff*
"I know you may not understand it but, this body you have now, this beauty. What I would give for it. You look stunning Emily and I'm so happy for you right now. You don't see this as a wonderful opportunity? You could do amazing things with this, amazing things. If you're hungry eat! Cause I'm sure you'll feel better and I don't think it'll happen again either. Because I'm sure that's not how it happened to begin with."
To Karen it probably wasn't she assumed now that it was just the device that had cause her daughters transformation. Alls she wanted now was to make her daughters feel better like and mother would.
"Really?"
"Really!"
Emily began to smile. What her mother had said had convinced her other wise the hunger now was stronger than before but she still managed to compose herself. Enough to stand up and hug her Mother.
"Thanks Mum!"
"It's alright now, just you sit here and eat what ever you want and I'm gonna call a doctor to come around and just make sure you a-o-k, alright?
"Okay"
They let go of one another a smiled momentarily to each other. Her mother began to walk in to the living room to get the phone, Emily made her way towards the fridge.
"Honey?"
"Yeah Mum?"
"You're the most beautiful women I've ever seen!"
The smiled to each other again for a moment, her mother then left the room as Emily opened the fridge door. Her stomach grumbled.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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