This choice: We're soon not alone in the halls... • Go Back... I consider asking what my best friend Sara would like me to do to help her out in this situation, or even just giving her a solution while trying to evade any suspicions she may have that I'm behind her growth. There are, of course, a ton of ways I could possibly help without giving myself away, but not all of them are likely to be appreciated by Sara. "S-sure, I-I can help. What are friends for, right?" I say as I start to settle on restoring her clothes.
However, just before I can enact my plan, we both hear a door open. We're not alone out here in the hall, and restoring Sara's clothes would be noticed. But who... "Well well well... Here we have the popular girls thinking they own the place and can do whatever they fucking well please." Shit. It just had to be her...
I turn around to face the scourge of my modern existence, Yasmin Foxworth. This 5'11" girl has hair one could set fire to and no one would notice, the ends dyed the color of charcoal not helping matters. Build-wise, she's okay, I mean she's not physically ugly in any way... but she's often gone around with a chip on her shoulder. If she decides she doesn't like someone, she makes it blatantly obvious. Case in point: me and Sara. I think I earned her hatred when I disagreed with her calling Sara Mars a slut, at least originally. In the reality of me being somewhat bustier than my blonde friend, it's entirely possible Yasmin has loathed me the whole time we've known each other.
Now, I could do a near infinite number of things to Yasmin. Many of them decidedly unpleasant. However, as a goddess - no, as a good person, I need to have restraint. So with a sigh, I turn and say, "I was headed for the washroom when my friend came bursting out of her classroom like this, Yasmin. My current class is history. I do surprisingly well in that class, so could you tell me why the fuck I would want to skip it?"
"Because you fucking can, for all I care!" Yasmin yells in response, adamant in her belief I would do exactly as she claimed or at least others would believe her rhetoric if she shouted it loudly enough. Again, I resist the urge to turn her into a puddle of goo, as much as it might just do the school a favor.
"You know... you could make a lot more friends if you change this whole attitude of belittling everyone you happen to hate you've got going on. It might also improve your health in the long run, as I hear stress tends to weaken the human body." I tell Yasmin honestly. I then wrap my arm around Sara's as best I can considering the currently half a foot difference and say, "Come on, Sara. Let's see if the nurse's office has some bed sheets to cover yourself with for the time being..."
With that, I walk with my friend down the hall towards the nurse's office, just as I said. The entire time, I could feel Yasmin's cold grey eyes burning into the back of my head as though she was hoping her glare would be enough to make me drop dead. We round the corner and out of her sight and earshot, but to make sure, I peek back around the corner to see Yasmin storming her way into the girls' washroom on this floor. No doubt she'll be waiting for me to make good on my excuse of needing it now, which complicates things considerably.
"No offense, Megan, but... being taken to the nurse's office wasn't quite what I had in mind when I asked for your help." Sara remarks quietly, "I was hoping you could restore my clothes to fit."
"Well Yasmin's thrown a monkey wrench in anything I could use my powers here for." I explain in barely louder than a whisper, "If I restore your clothes here, it will be noticed by everyone who saw you outgrow them as well as Yasmin. I might as well have the Odin follow me home like a gigantic, heavily armed puppy dog in that case."
"Yeah, and I can just imagine you putting on your best Tychus Findlay impression as you ask your folks, "It followed me home. Can I keep it?" It's probably about the size of a dog next to you at your true size, isn't it?" Sara muses with a chuckle, "I see your point though. You struggled enough just getting your family to calm down about what you are, and they're naturally inclined to love you. I can't begin to imagine even the hundreds of people here being as understanding... let alone Yasmin..."
"Pretty much..." I nod before the nurse opens the door. "My friend here needs some help... and something to cover up." I explain to the nurse, but I don't wait for a reply as I dash away to the girls' washroom so as to try and maintain my story.
By the time I enter the washroom, Yasmin is just leaving. Ignoring her cold glare, I lock myself within a stall, giving it a couple minutes before I come back out and return to class. Upon returning, I quietly inform my teacher what had taken me so long... leaving out some details that would more than likely distract him from his job, of course, (he wouldn't be the first teacher to be tempted with thoughts of Sara's naked body despite knowing full well it would doom his career to act upon them) then take my seat. As much as I doubted I missed anything all that vital, I arranged for a boy named Kevin to lend me his notes so I could catch up and keep up the appearance of Megan Allerton, the rich, pretty, but otherwise perfectly normal girl.
After the remainder of history class concludes, P.E. class is up. I briefly debate resuming a size large enough to be exempt from it, but ultimately decide to give it a chance. Besides, I'm interested in learning how the class views me... and even a goddess can use exercise. I head for my locker and meet Davis there as we both put our books away and claim our gym clothes, which for me includes a sturdy sport bra. "Hey, there's a rumor flying around about Sara... something about her tearing out of her clothes to fuck the nearest thing with a pulse before escaping out into the halls? Would you know anything about it?" Davis asks with a voice of concern.
"Well a part of it is true... but Sara outgrew her clothes and fled her classroom." I answer, "We kind of ran into each other. The rest Yasmin made up."
Davis sighs as he remarks, "That girl needs another hobby..."
We split up and enter the change rooms, then reunite once we've changed before entering the gym. "You know the drill. Give me three laps, Megan!" the teacher instructs. I shrug and proceed to give the man his laps, actually counting them this time. I learn as I run that he's making me do these just so he has an excuse to stare at my ass as I pass by him, though I remain silent on the matter. For now.
Not long after I finish my laps and class begins, I sense Sara about to undergo another growth spurt. As much as I want to excuse myself to witness it, that would seem suspicious, especially to my blonde friend unknowingly growing into a giantess. (not to mention if I have another run-in with Yasmin) So instead, I tap into her nervous system, feeling what she feels physically, while keeping my own body participating with the teacher's lessons.
I feel my friend's bones crack and shift as they start to grow longer and thicker, which from personal experience... feels very weird. I feel her panties digging ever deeper into her hips and... between her long, smooth (and getting longer) legs, causing a strange sensation of pain and pleasure until finally the garment gives out. And she's only barely begun to grow by the feel of it. Yet as this is going on, I can feel the air across her nipples, which makes me wonder why the hell is Sara still naked in the nurse's office?
As I climb the rope in the gym to the top, my best friend's body continues to slowly climb in height. I can feel her skin, which she prides herself in keeping as "smooth as a baby's bottom", stretching and gliding against itself. Her muscles bulge and swell just beneath the surface, as do her breasts and ass, keeping the proportionate growth I had subtly imprinted upon her. With a quick thought, I see through Sara's eyes and behold her nude form, which has often been described as a walking wet dream but here would push weaker-willed individuals over the edge, creep larger in all directions before she closes her blue eyes. I sense her mouth opening and something coming out, but I fail to catch what that is...
Soon after that, I feel Sara's growth spurt subside. I watch through her eyes, now opened again, as she saunters over to the scale in the corner. (she's very natural at that walk. Half the time she doesn't even realize she's doing it) After about a minute of fiddling with it, she manages to get it to stay still when she steps off to take note of her new height. 7'5", an entire foot taller than before she started growing. Oddly, I feel her face contort into a frown... Is she upset with her growth? It's gone before I can better discern what the face was for, but I cut off just before the amazon starts to... explore herself.
I have to admit, this experiment is going well. Almost too well. I hope I haven't started something that's going to snowball out of my control, as that might be bad. "She's grown again, hasn't she?" I hear Davis whisper in my ear, apparently able to recognize my slightly distant look. I can only subtly nod in reply, hoping to avoid drawing unwanted attention to us.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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