Fiona sat nervously, her legs crossed beneath her, as she and Doug sat on the green grass adorning the side of the theater hall. It was a lovely day, with a warm sun and a cooling breeze, and the two of them snacked on simple sandwiches and chips they had bought from the cafeteria. Even sitting on lower ground than he was, Doug still had to look up to see Fiona's smiling face. She was happy and talkative, her sicken hair allowed to stay away from her beautiful face as the shyness that was once there seemed to be melting away.
"So, you like theater?"
"It's my favorite class!" Her blue eyes sparkled, fist in excitement, then glancing away to seem coy. "I get to take it with ... umm, people I really like."
Fiona looked Doug up and down, her heart pounding as she struggled to hold her building joy; if her breasts had been larger, they would be jiggling with the racing of it. She moved slightly forward, her white dress pressing against her front as it stretched about her slender frame. Doug sighed to himself, not believing he was having lunch with a girl as pretty as her.
"And, I'm glad you did, you're not in any of my other classes."
"Of course not," she sighed, possibly afraid of what she was about to say, "you're a junior and I'm just a ... freshman."
"You're a freshman!?!" Doug leaned back a bit on his hands, possibly trying to take in all of her in his shock. A look of discomfort was suddenly across her cheek, taking the pink flush away from them. He didn't take heed of this, though, still reeling from the sudden knowledge that he was working on his head. "That would mean that you're only ... fourteen!?!"
"Twelve, actually," Fiona was slouching again, saddened by the sudden turn. "They put me ahead a year when I was in grade school, though my birthday is pretty soon."
There was silence between them, Fiona not bothering to look up, and Doug with suddenly nothing to say. He felt foolish, cursing himself for his inconsiderateness. He realized she was self-concious about her height, especially for being so young. He should have known better, being shorter than most boys his age. Glancing about for a way to make her feel better, Doug was at a loss and felt that their lunch was ruined when she glanced back up and asked simply.
"Is that bad?"
"No," he replied sheepishly, "why would it be?"
Hope blossomed back onto her face and Fiona smiled once again. Straightening back up, she leaned back forward and Doug thought me saw the firming tips of her nipples quietly poking out from the white of her top.
"Good! I know I can be ... intimidating. I don't want to be like that with you."
"You ... you don't?"
"No," Fiona admitted, "I ... I kinda like you."
It was Doug's turn to blush, his heart starting to pound. His tongue felt like it was swelling up in his mouth and all he could do was grin a goofy grin.
"Do you ... like me, too?"
"Yeah," it was almost a nervous laugh, and the smaller boy struggled to form his words, "I've thought you were pretty ever since we started school."
Fiona sat up tall, excited with pride, and she loomed ever taller. Doug's mouth opened wide in astonishment, but the taller girl no longer took offense at the gesture. There was a stretching sound, she grunted lightly to herself and shifted. A sudden bulge had appeared in her lap and Doug quickly knew that it wasn't made by folds in the cloth. Fiona grunted again and the stretching sound turned into a tearing as the lump between her legs lurched upward. The girl suddenly realized where his eyes were and she quickly unfolded her legs to stretch them out in front of her before she tried to smooth out the skirt of her dress. She thrust her feet at him and the shift broke Doug from his reverie.
"Sorry, it ... it does that sometimes ... I ... I can't help it."
"I have two sisters, "Doug shook his head to dispel her embarrassment, "I understand."
Looking down, remembering something off during theater class, he suddenly noted that her sandals seemed too small for her large feet. The lengths of her smooth toes jutted over the edge of the bases and her heels hung off the back about the same distance. Doug could see her skin turn a light red where the leather was pinching her. He swallowed visibly and looked back up to Fiona's face.
"I ... I think you've outgrown your shoes."
Fiona looked down and wiggled her toes with a shrug.
"Yeah, they've been getting tight the last few weeks. Mom says it's the start of a growth spurt."
"You're getting even ... bigger?"
She looked up, expecting fear in his eyes, but only saw a bit of excitement in his eyes. It made Fiona feel better than she had in a long while. Putting her large hands on the ground, Fiona began to stand. She did it slowly methodically, allowing her long shadow to creep over the boy below her. Doug looked up and up as she stood, watching her whole body stretch higher into the sky. When she stood up to her full height, he couldn't help but notice the front of her skirt as something just behind the cloth bounced up and down. Fiona's cock was obviously not fully hard, but at half mast it still pushed outward a good distance and Doug realized he wanted to see how big the meat was on this giant, and still growing, twelve-year-old girl.
"So, uh … Doug …"
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