Little Hillary and Ms. Hyde:
the expanded version

Thirteen year-old Hillary Jeckyll was crushed! All she could do was lean against her locker door and fight back the tears. The object of Hillary's affection had just informed her that he could not take her to the Junior High Dance because he had already asked her sister: her younger sister, Becky. Hillary had planned her speech to Darren for days. She had never before asked a boy to or for anything. The way she felt now, she would probably never do so again.

Hillary had not expected this. She thought that she knew Darren better. She thought that she knew her sister better too! Darren was not her type! She never saw it coming.

Seating in their classes was always arranged alphabetically; Darren sat across the aisle to Hillary's left in almost every class since the fourth grade. He was an early bloomer. Over the last year she watched him grow from a cute, skinny, little runt into a tall hunk. Conversely, Darren has had nothing to watch on his right. Hillary remained a scrawny stick, topped by a very cute face: a very expressive face that was framed by blonde hair and punctuated by huge blue eyes.

Hillary and Darren had always been friends. Lately, however, she hoped for more from him. Unfortunately for Hillary, so did every other girl in her class.

It was not always like that. When Darren first transferred to Silicone Hills High, Hillary was the only one who befriended him. The other kids were a bit stiff and preferred to stay in their little cliques. Hillary felt sorry for him. At the time, she was one of the most popular kids in the class. She was cute and smart and funny. Over the next few years, however, the other girls developed more tangible assets: assets that were definitely more proficient at garnering attention, especially from boys. Darren would never forget Hillary's kindness. He was genuinely flattered by her invitation but in his mind she would always be his friend.

"Agggh", she groaned, "life is so unfair!" Off she stumbled down the hall, blinded by tears.

Laurie soon came upon a scene that she had witnessed many times too often. The class bully, 14 year-old, 5'8", Chris Schimpfer, was kneeling with his head inside his locker looking for something on its floor. Hillary's best friend, Laurie Hyde, was just opening her locker door. Chris decided to pick on Laurie using one of his favorite stunts. He slowly stood up, turned around, and stepped forward pretending not to see her. In doing so he bumped his chest into the 4'8" Laurie's nose thereby knocking her off balance and causing her to drop her books. He then towered over the flattened Laurie and laughed.

Hillary helped Laurie up, gave her a hug, and ran for the bus home.

Becky was already on the bus when Hillary boarded. Becky was easy to spot. She was the well-built, redhead in the back holding court for a gaggle of pubescent boys. Hillary did not want to be anywhere near Becky just now, maybe not ever! Hillary just settled back against the green leatherette seat and daydreamed out the smudgy window.

"Why Becky?" she whimpered to herself. Actually the answer to that question could be readily answered with even the briefest of glances. Becky was a babe; even by High School standards. Needless to say, the Junior High crowd had no peer.

Hillary thought about last winter when Becky grew a bit and caught up to her. She and Becky thought it was kind of fun to share clothes. That arrangement came to a quick end, however, when a month or so later, Becky's hormones suddenly kicked-in to overdrive. Over the course of that spring semester and summer vacation, Becky's body blossomed quickly and very noticeably. Her eleven year-old, 4'8" (1.422m), 22-22-22 (0.559m), 70pound (31.82Kg) frame transmogrified into a twelve year-old 5'4", 36C-22-32, 115pound chassis d'extaordinaire. "And, she is probably still growing!" thought Hillary. It was bad enough that the current, much bigger, Becky could now terrorize both her and her best friend, Laurie but, Hillary wondered, "what if Becky keeps growing and we don't?" Hillary cringed.

"Why couldn't I take more after Mom?" she sniffled. "I got Dad's brains and Becky got Mom's body. Couldn't the genes have been divided a bit more evenly?"

Unfortunately, as Becky's bust swelled, so did her ego. Hillary couldn't help but, again pang from the irony. Hillary had always been the popular "big sister" whereas Becky had typically struggled in school and with friendships. Becky had always looked-up to Hillary but, now the roles were reversed; both physically and metaphorically: especially physically.

The most painful illustration of this fact was again about to present itself to Hillary. As they approached their house Becky wanted Hillary to get off the bus first. Becky waited in the aisle as Hillary climbed out of her seat.

"Hey sis, anything big happen today?" Becky chirped.

Hillary stood up and turned to face Becky armed with an especially well-barbed retort but, instead encountered a T-shirt full of still swaying sweater meat. Hillary then looked up and snapped, "hey, that's my T-shirt! What are you doing with it? Why did you cut it like that?" Becky just smiled.

"I didn't think that you'd mind. Besides, I thought that you hated this shirt."

Hillary did hate it. To her it symbolized the biggest injustice in her life. It was a black T-shirt with two strategically placed pictures of sunny-side-up eggs. On Hillary the shirt was a sad statement of the obvious but, stretched across Becky's front porch, it was 3-D irony.

Hillary ran down the sidewalk and into the house. In contrast Becky sauntered slowly. She turned around to face the bus and waved her arm high over her head to bid "good-bye" to her fan club. As she did so she accidentally underestimated the size discrepancy between her chest and Hillary's cropped shirt. It was soon very obvious that it was a little too cropped. Again and again, with each wave, Becky gave the boys a hint of the amazing things that hormones could do for a young lass.

That night Hillary planned to spend another Friday alone in front of the computer. Becky of course had better plans. Hillary could hear a car roar up to the front of the house. She peeked through the blinds to watch Becky bounce down the walk and out to an awaiting Jaguar. It was just too much for her. "I would give anything to look like her", she whimpered. Her mom then knocked on the bedroom door and entered with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies. Her mom was of course very saddened by the sight of her daughter slumped in front of the keyboard weeping.

Mrs. Jeckyll was very close to both of her daughters. Especially since her husband disappeared years ago. She tried to be a mom, a role model, a pal, and a father to both. Hillary loved her mom but also knew that she could not really relate to her particular problem. Mrs. Jeckyll had been a knockout since she was twelve. She was always very popular and could always have any guy that she wanted. She chose their father from a cast of thousands. And why not! He was an accomplished lady's man who was also on his way to becoming a brilliant Professor of Biochemical Engineering. Mrs. Jeckyll was much better at helping Becky deal with admirers than with helping Hillary attract them. No matter how hard she tried Mrs. Jeckyll didn't know what to say and always ended with the same line: "Don't worry there are lots of guys who will love you for the special person that you are, you just don't find many of them in the "..." grade".

Tonight, however, Mrs. Jeckyll stopped at the door and ended with: "You're probably just a late bloomer, your body will wake-up soon enough, sometimes it just takes time."

That thought echoed in Hillary's mind while she perused some of the old, archived files in the family's obsolete 8086 computer. It had been her dad's. No one had booted it up in years. She wanted to look for any of the old games that she remembered playing when she was younger. She and her dad often battled the fuzzy, low resolution Zombies that inhabited an entire Megabyte of the 20 Meg hard drive inside the clunky old IBM machine. Of course, that was all once state-of-the-art!

As she opened one file after another she noticed a few of her dad's old work-related files. Most described the chemistry and bioengineering experiments that had made him famous. Some she had remembered because she had helped him. Others were now new to her. A rather lengthy file described an experiment that would reveal and enhance the hidden potential in animals. Although she was not involved in it, she knew that this had been his last project. It made her sad to think about that time in their lives. He had just accepted a full professorship and was about to demonstrate the results of this project when he disappeared. His whereabouts are still unknown. It was assumed that he was going to test it one last time before the lecture and that, something went wrong. When they sifted through the charred remains of his lab on the third floor of the chemistry building they only found one body. It was not his. It was the corpse of a man much larger than Dr. Jeckyll was. The features were unrecognizable and a positive identification was never made. Both mysteries remain to this day.

As Hillary now read the experiments she realized that Dr. Jeckyll's work had progressed much farther than she, or anyone else had expected. She also learned, partially, what really happened to their pet monkey, Kong.

"He did it!' she exclaimed. "He pulled it off but, no one knew"! Page after electronic page detailed how he had been able to change the personalities of various animals by enhancing certain characteristics and minimizing others. On Kong he tried to take the next step and change Kong's physical characteristics. The final results were not in the reports, however.

"I'll bet it worked", she thought. "I thought that that new gorilla at the zoo looked an awful lot like Kong; and he arrived just after Kong disappeared"!

Hillary figured that the final results of the Kong experiment were probably still somewhere in Dr. Jeckyll's lab. She had to find out.

Mrs. Jeckyll had gone to bed and, of course, Becky was not yet home. It was only 11 PM. Becky would often stay out all night. And she almost never returned with the same guy with whom she had left. "Little tramp!" Hillary scowled.

Hillary crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. The door to the cellar was open but the stairs squeaked so she had to be careful. The lab was in the east half of the cellar behind a locked door. Neither Hillary nor Becky had been inside since their mom locked it years ago. Mrs. Jeckyll deemed it, "too dangerous", because all of Dr. Jeckyll's chemicals were still in place. Mrs. Jeckyll discovered that it would have cost far too much to have the HazMat Team from the state remove them, so she decided to just ignore the room, its contents, and its memories.

Hillary made it down the stairs and palpated along the wall for the light switch. She never did like the basement. It was big, dark, and damp. Without the overhead light, the small casement windows molded eerie shadows from the shafts of light generated by the halogen lamp in Mr. Thorndyke's yard. Hillary could hear Thorndyke's dog outside but she was too short to see him through the window. "Finally! I'd love to know who installed that damn switch so high up!" With the light finally beating back the shadows Hillary set to work. She picked the skeleton lock to the thick maple door. With that step accomplished, she took a deep breath and entered.

She was surprised to find that the room was already lit. She had forgotten that all of the basement lights were on the same switch. The room was a mess! Bottles, papers, and empty cages of varying sizes were everywhere. She looked around and immediately zeroed-in on a notebook in the corner rack of Dr. Jeckyll's desk. The desk itself was in the corner across the room. The center of the lab was dominated by a huge oak workbench that was covered with bottles, beakers, Erlenmeyer flasks, test tubes and test tube racks, coils of glass tubing, and Bunsen burners.

The notebook was dusty and each turn of a page provoked a cloud of dust and a sneeze. She found several references to Kong but, no final outcome. Tucked in the back, however, was an un-cashed check from the Zoo for $500.00. Apparently little fifteen-pound Kong had been subjected to a dose of the formula noted only as "More", and then ended up in the zoo the size of a 400pound gorilla.

"Wow", she thought. "I wonder if the body of that linebacker-type found in Dad's lab was really Dad"? "Was his demonstration to the scientific congress going to be with himself as the guinea pig"? "The experiment apparently worked but, the explosion and fire killed him before he could prove it"!

Just then Hillary heard a car roar up. She could not see out of any of the windows but could hear Becky. "Becky", she seethed, "back from another great night! All just because she grew up and out so well". Hillary was overwhelmed with jealousy.

"Well, if I was built more like Becky, I would have a date every night too"! "That's it! More like Becky! It worked on Kong, and Dad why not me?"

 She scanned rack after rack of dusty, old bottles looking for "More". She found chemicals of every description including one labeled "Less". Then, there in an old, gallon-sized, brown glass bottle was "More". Almost two quarts remained in the dusty jug.

Based on the notes, Hillary calculated that she would probably need 20cc or four teaspoons to provoke a significant response in someone her size. She untwisted the cap, wiped off a spoon, filled it, and downed the first portion. "Yucccchhhh"! " I hope that this stuff hasn't spoiled or decomposed"!

Hillary quickly downed the last three wishing that she had had a chaser. She then sat and waited. Nothing in the notes indicated anything about the timing of onset or the duration of action.

She was a little concerned because she knew that she had to be out of the basement by 7 AM. That was when her mom would wake-up. Hillary certainly didn't want Mrs. Jeckyll to know about her nocturnal activities.

Hillary could hear Becky rooting around in the hall closet and then head for the kitchen. "Oh no! She'll see the basement light"!

Hillary suddenly felt light-headed. She wanted to run to the light switch but, couldn't. Meanwhile Becky noticed the light coming from the cellar. She was scared to death of the basement and never went down there. This time Becky solved the problem with a well-aimed kitchen towel. "Click!" -- Hillary was in darkness.

The light-headedness seemed to sweep over Hillary like a warm but smothering blanket. She trembled and shook amongst the eerie shadows that had reclaimed the entire basement. She was scared! She was also experiencing a growing, painful ecstasy. Her thighs and calves cramped terribly. Her little, boy-like buttocks were on fire. The worst, however, was her chest. She gasped for breath as a vice-like pressure mounted on her sternum.

The discomfort in her buttocks stopped but, not the feeling in her legs. She could feel the cuff of her jeans begin to ride up her toothpick legs. Higher and higher they rose as her legs grew and grew, longer and longer. Hillary didn't notice right away because of the pain but now she perceived that her shadow was different. "Oh, no!" I've got a pair of stilts for legs". Amongst the twisted shadows she could see that her once stork-like legs were now more giraffe-like. Now she was in pain AND horrified. "I look like a freak". Soon, however, that portion of her legs that was still contained within her jeans felt compressed: as did her butt. Her jeans were getting tight! Too tight! They had started to fill-out! The cuff and seam of one pant leg split ... and ... then, ... the other. She doubled over in pain and noticed that the bench top was no longer even with her navel but, with her upper thigh!

Looking over at her shadow she could almost make out the bulge in her thorax atop her long, nicely muscled gams and shapely butt. Within moments the burgeoning bulge was not at all that hard to notice in the shadows. As her B's bulged to C's her shirt felt confining. "I'm the same size as Becky!" she thought. As her C's increased to D's, the shirt was getting snug. "I'm the same size as Mom"! When the D's ballooned to DD's, it was downright tight! The lonely, overstressed button at the top was put to the test! Moreover, her shirt quietly began to un-tuck itself from the front of her tattered jeans. "My god! How big am I going to get"?

 Her question was soon answered. She shuffled over to the window and could see a car slowly cruising up and down the street. It was the Jag. Richard was the one that had picked-up Becky earlier that evening. He was probably planning either to catch a glimpse of Becky in her window as she dressed; or was gathering courage to talk to her. No matter! Hillary had a plan of her own. Hillary sliced off the tattered, lower portion of her jeans with a paring knife that was on the table. This left her with really short, shorts, which exposed just a hint of butt: a butt that was now hard enough to crack walnuts! Luckily, her tennis shoes still fit.

Hillary closed the lab's door and stumbled over to the stairs. She tried to ascend them but was having a bit of trouble adjusting to her height and more anterior weight distribution. After a few moments she got the hang of it and crept and jiggled her way up the stairs and into the kitchen. Hillary's increased weight made the stairs creak a bit louder than usual but no one heard her.

At the last step she tripped but caught herself by grabbing the top of the doorway with her right hand. In the kitchen Hillary finally got a look at herself. She certainly no longer needed a stool to see herself in the reflection in the window over the sink. She was a sight! Below her cut-off jeans were two incredibly long and shapely legs. Her taut, flat stomach was uncovered, as was the bottom portion of her E-sized breasts. The tennis shirt was stuffed to capacity. Her hair was longer and lighter. Her face too, looked slightly different. Higher cheekbones further enhanced her cute features. The bottle was right; it had given her more of everything.

Richard's Jag was still cruising the street.

Hillary decided to have some fun with Richard and maybe with Becky. She left the kitchen via the back door and climbed the back fence. Richard had never really met Hillary but she knew who he was. Hillary will never forget the night that the sixteen year-old rich boy first came to pick-up twelve year-old Becky. Mrs. Jeckyll almost stroked.

Richard was basically a microcephalic mouth-breather but Hillary thought that he was cute. She also liked the fact that he was 5'10" and had muscles. Hillary liked muscles.

As Hillary turned the corner back onto her street she noticed Richard's car coming her way. She froze. "Do I really want to go through with this?" she thought. "I this worth making Becky jealous? It sure is!" Besides, More had made her horny as hell!

As she pondered, she happened to be standing in profile. Richard did not miss a beat. "Who the hell is that?" he thought. As he sped toward her, Hillary knew that she was committed. Richard stopped the car and sprang over to the leggy, busty goddess.

"Hey babe," he shmoozed, "what's a fox like you doing out here at this hour?"

Hillary did not know what to say. This was all new for her. "Geez!" she thought, "he looks so cool standing there in those jeans and T-shirt".

"I'm bored and looking for some fun", she said.

"Well, I'm fun, come here", he demanded.

Hillary slowly strutted over to Richard. He was now leaning back against the Jag's roof. She took her time, both for effect and for balance. She knew that if he was interested in Becky, then he was a tit man; and she was going to give him some time to stew in the view. As he watched her wobble toward him he became incredibly aroused. To make matters worse, Becky apparently had left him with a dreaded case of semen build-up.

Hillary stopped directly in front of him. His eyes were transfixed straight ahead at the jiggling joy mounds. When he stood up straight, it was the first time that Hillary really noticed how tall she had become. They could look at each other square in the eye but, instead, quickly settled their glances onto other, more prominent anatomical landmarks.

"I'm Richard but, my friends call me, 'Dick'." Even in the shadows, Hillary could appreciate why. She then started to shift her stance nervously; creating rhythmic waves of tit-flesh.

"I'm", geez should I tell him my real name, "Hillary".

"Let me guess, your friends call you 'Hilly', right?" he asked.

Actually, Hillary had never been called that but, she liked it! Hillary nervously tugged on the bottom of her shirt. That was the last straw. The solitary button at the top finally escaped the strain. The experience of popping a button with her impressive, bulky bust really got her hot. It was a fantasy come true! It certainly did a lot for Dick's namesake too! Hilly wanted him now! She aimed the cleavage-exposing gap directly at Richard's nose; arched her back; and breathlessly moaned, "yeah, ... Hilly". Dick could hardly contain himself.

"Well, Hilly, when I meet a girl as big as you I do not believe in small talk". With that they embraced.

Dick had never fondled breasts so big and firm or an ass so compact and tight. Hillary had never been fondled, period. They squeezed into the Jag and explored into the night. Before sunrise Hilly crept out of the car and into her bed. "I had better get some sleep", she thought as she bounced up the stairs, "I have a big day ahead of me".

 That morning Mrs. Jeckyll decided to surprise her daughters with a nice, Saturday breakfast in bed. Hillary did not hear her until she had already entered the room. Hillary awoke with a start! She was not ready for her mom to see "Hilly". She twisted herself in the blanket and pulled it tight to her neck. "Oh, no!" she feared.

Hillary suddenly realized that she had nothing to fear. Hilly was gone. She was Hillary again! She tried to behave as if nothing was bothering her but, it was difficult to say the least. Mrs. Jeckyll was in a chatty mood and just did not seem to ever leave. Hillary's mind raced in a combination of bitter disappointment and confusion. "Had I dreamed it all?" she thought. "It seemed so real! It seemed so wonderful!" Just as Hillary was about to resign herself to the fact that it had all been a dream, her Mom inquired as to how her jeans had become torn. She also assured Hillary that she would replace the button on the tennis shirt tossed on the floor.

"It wasn't a dream! My God, it really happened! But, what happened to my huge bust and fabulous legs?" Hillary assumed that More was not permanent or that she simply did not take enough of it. "But Kong is still in the zoo and he still weighs 400pounds! More must somehow at least have the potential for permanence! Hillary decided that she would have to investigate further. She enjoyed last night's results far too much to have them linger as only a memory.

Mrs. Jeckyll announced that she was taking Becky shopping for most of the day and then going to a movie with her friends. Hillary also knew that Becky had, of course, made another date for that night.

"Perfect", Hillary thought, "I'll have the house to myself".

Hillary anxiously awaited their departure and then scampered down into the lab. It was much less intimidating in the daytime. The little windows had to be covered, however. The last thing she wanted was for Mr. or Mrs. Thorndyke to see her in the lab as they gardened about outside of the windows. After securing the windows she set to work. The hours flipped by slowly with each of the old pages before her.

There was no mention anywhere about a problem with the longevity of the formula's effects. Hillary assumed that time might have simply eroded More's potency. If she could find a way to stabilize it, or to make a new batch, she could be Hilly permanently!

The memories of last night burned in her sharp mind and in her moistening vagina. It was almost 8 PM and she was alone in a dark cellar lab with men on her mind but none in her life. "I could easily change that", she thought. "If four teaspoons could make me grow to about 5'10" and 40E, I wonder what five will do for me"? "Paper research will just have to take a back seat to fieldwork for the rest of tonight!" she decided. This time she was prepared. She quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a special, large, T-shirt that she had purchased earlier that day. She was a strange sight as the huge shirt draped over her 4'8", featureless body.

As she downed the first of the five vile tasting teaspoons she realized that she had forgotten the chaser. "Next time", she thought. After a few minutes it started again. First her legs slowly lengthened. Longer and longer they grew, stretching out further and further. As Hillary leaned over the bench in pain she could feel it become lower and lower relative to her torso. As her legs reached their maximum length she could again feel them start to fill-out. She delighted at the feeling of power that surged through them as they muscled.

After finally gaining control of herself, Hillary dashed up to her room and changed her panties and shorts. She took a long look at herself in the mirror. "The boys won't stand a chance", she thought, as she strutted and posed. For a moment she thought that she ought to buy a bra but her new tits were so firm that they didn't sag. She tried to tuck-in the bottom of her shirt but that was no use. Every time she took a breath her shirt would spring free from the shorts; and again, her flat abs would become exposed.

Hillary decided that if she were ever to get a handle on More then, she had better start to take a bit more of a scientific attitude. She decided to start by quantifying the results thus far:

Baseline: 4'08", 24" inseam, 75pounds, 22(no cup size)-22-22.

4 Tsp.: 5'10", 36" inseam, ???pounds, approximately 40E-22-34, horny

5 Tsp.: 5'11", 37" inseam, 150pounds, 42EE-22-36, very horny.

It was almost 9 PM and she needed a man! She decided to head over to Vinnie's Place. She had heard about it in school and had been there only briefly once. It was "the" place for the school's "in-crowd", especially on a weekend. All of the school's athletes would certainly be there.

As Hilly approached the dimly lit front door she could see a fairly large crowd inside. The building was originally an old hotel with a beautifully ornate bar on the first floor. It had been abandoned for almost 30 years before Vinnie Martucci decided that it would make a great alcohol-free party palace for teens. He renovated the kitchen and dining room and converted the bar into a soda fountain. He did a great business. Hilly didn't know what, if anything; he had done with the rooms up on the other two floors.

Hilly peered in through the window for several minutes. She was looking for anyone that she might not want to encounter. More had certainly drastically changed her body but her face was only a bit different. The blonde hair was blonder, and her cheekbones were higher. Her lips were fuller. Her blue eyes were deeper. She was fairly confident that only someone who knew Hillary well would recognize her in Hilly. From what little Hilly knew about guys, no one would probably spend much time looking at her face anyway. Hilly opened the glass door and strolled inside.

Needless to say, it did not take long for her to become noticed. Within minutes she was surrounded by dozens of pre-, peri-, and post-pubescent guys. Half of them couldn't take their eyes off of her extraordinary gams and ass. The other half stood and stared - mesmerized, slack-jawed and salivating -- watching every breath that stirred and bobbed within her bulging shirt. When one of them finally gathered the wherewithal to inquire as to her name, she coyly pointed to the printing on the front of her shirt. Stretched tautly across the front of her new, black T-shirt was a single white lettered word: "Hilly".

Hilly was enjoying every minute of it. As time passed her fan club grew. Meanwhile the ad hoc "We Hate Hilly" group also grew. The cheerleader-types were not in the habit of being left alone or of being jealous. There would be hell to pay!

At about midnight Hilly noticed Becky enter with Darren. Hillary panicked. Should she disappear or simply try to keep a low profile? The second option was not really an alternative given the crowd around her. She decided instead to take the bull by the horns.

Whether Darren would recognize her or not, Hilly could extract a bit of revenge on her sister. Hilly noticed where they sat and waited for Darren to fetch them some food. When Darren did finally walk over to the bar, Hilly made her way for him. He seemed a bit distracted as she approached him from behind. Hilly slid up to the bar and leaned over it next to him.

"A penny for your thoughts", she purred.

Darren slowly looked up and over toward the voice. He was not in a great mood because he had been getting the feeling that Becky was about to dump him for the night. What he saw, however, changed his spirits considerably.

"Hi. I'm Hilly!"

"I can see that!" Darren gasped. He was completely stunned by the divine apparition before him.

She blushed and turned her head. Although Hilly could effortlessly command a crowd of strangers, Hillary was downright shy and self-conscious with Darren. She really liked Darren. The other guys were only objects for Hilly's ego and amusement. Darren was someone that Hillary admired and respected. He had really hurt her yesterday, but she also knew that he probably did not realize how much she wanted them to be more than friends.

Darren was a bit puzzled. Before him stood the most gorgeous girl that he had ever seen and yet, she was the one who seemed a bit nervous. Over the last year or so he had slowly become accustomed to being a babe magnet but he never thought of himself as more than an 8 or 9. This goddess broke the scale. She was way past 10 even on the Richter Scale!

"H-hello, I'm Darren, Darren Roberts. You must be new around here."

"Well, yeah, sort of", she hedged.

"You don't go to Silicone Hills High School, do you?" he said as his eyes absently lowered to her magnificent mounds. "I'm sure that I would have noticed them ... er ... you!" he corrected as his eyes guiltily shot back up to meet hers.

"No, not yet", she mumbled. She was extremely self-conscious now!

"Oh? Are you moving to this area or something?"

Hilly couldn't tell him that she was still only in Junior High. Given the body that she was wearing, that would be a bit too unbelievable. Darren was 14 years old. Hillary was 13. Darren could pass for 16; Hilly could probably not pass for anything much less than that.

"Sort of", she squirmed.

She had to change the subject while she tried to think of a good cover story. She decided to pepper Darren with question after question about him, his family, the school and the town. It was not easy, as she, of course, already knew all of the answers.

Meanwhile Becky spied the pair leaning over the bar. She also noticed Darren and Hilly talking. Becky thundered over to confront him. What followed was a typical Becky blow-up, complete with ranting, foot stomping, and a specialized vocabulary projected at a very high volume. She barely looked at Hilly. She was too angry with Darren and way too jealous of Hilly to even acknowledge her. If there was going to be any two-timing then, Becky was going to be the one who did it, not Darren. Darren tried to stammer an apology. In his mind he was just being friendly. He had had no intention of abandoning Becky (despite his suspicions about her). Becky didn't want to hear it and stormed out. Darren just sighed and leaned on the bar just in time for the two burgers to arrive.

"Could I interest you in some food?" he asked Hilly. "I don't think she'll be back for it".

"That would be great!" Hillary cooed. "That girl seemed pretty steamed. I'm very sorry about the trouble that I caused you," she sighed. She then softly leaned against him.

As they ate and talked, Hillary wanted Darren more and more. About an hour later, she and Darren discovered what Vinnie had done with the rooms upstairs: and she approved.

When she awoke she noticed that she was Hillary again. Fortunately Darren was still asleep. Hilly had really worn him out! Hillary gathered her clothes and crept out.

 "Damn, it wore off again"!

Hillary's mind raced all day as the three Jeckyll's spent that Sunday, as usual, as a family. As Becky became more popular the idea of spending an entire day with only her mother and sister was becoming too much to bear. But, she toughed it out. It was one of the few times during the week that Hillary had a chance to really talk with her sister. Becky was a grade behind but several social groups ahead of Hillary in school; so they never saw each other there. Hillary was especially interested in hearing what Becky might have to say about the previous night's activities.

Hillary was not to be disappointed. Becky went into great detail about the "bitch" who thought that she could steal Darren. Becky ranted about the "tall, trashy showoff" with the "padded bra" and the "fuck me legs"! Hillary was amused watching Becky walk a fine line between feigned indifference and seething jealousy. Hillary became convinced that Becky really hadn't decided yet how she felt about Darren. Hillary on the other hand definitely knew how she felt about him.

One point struck a chord in Hillary. Becky told her that the cheerleaders were outraged and that they were going to "look for this Hilly bitch". Hillary became angry. "The nerve of those superficial, plastic-faced shrews", Hillary thought. "Every day they act as if they own the school. The second that they get a little competition they get nasty. They constantly demand more and more homage from the innocent masses while they strut around like god's gift!" Hillary decided that enough was enough and resolved to do something about it. She decided to introduce them to Less.

That night Hillary crept into the lab and turned her attention to a different bottle.

Less almost filled its jug. Dr. Jeckyll apparently had had more appreciation for Less' counterpart. Hillary found the notes that related to Less and planned her vengeance. The next day was the class picnic. Perfect! As Hillary calculated the amount of Less required for a 5-gallon cooler she hatched an even better idea.

Hillary thought that the only thing more perfect than robbing the fortunate bitches of the "in-crowd" of their popularity (i.e. their curvaceous bodies); would be if she could, at the same time, also empower all of the other unfortunate late-bloomers, like her! "Too bad Darren is out of town with his parents all this week," she pouted.

Hillary finished her plans and dosage calculations. Even though it was a Sunday, could not resist another night as Hilly. She decided to stay with the same dose as last night because there weren't too many six-foot-plus guys in High School: none in Junior High. The novelty of seeing them gawk at her almost eye-level breasts while they talked with her was beginning to wear off.

This time she brought some milk to kill the taste. She mixed five teaspoons of More into the 8-oz. glass and downed it. The idea worked. It killed the taste pretty well. She hoped that Kuhl-Aid would provide the same ability to mask More's flavor tomorrow.

"What the hell happened," she groaned as she slowly regained her feet. She leaned over on the bench to ease the weight on her back but since she couldn't see over the front of herself she knocked over some test tubes. She felt weak. She could barely stand and tried to set her hands on the bench for support. This attempt presented two problems: (1) her arms were kept abducted, out to her side, by the enormous girth of her breasts; and (2) she cut her left hand on the broken glass. "The milk must have multiplied More's effect on my breasts", she thought. She was too upset to think about it now. No matter how horny she felt, she could not go out tonight; not like this! It would take her forever just to lug her chest one block! She wobbled up the stairs, grabbed some "D"-batteries and plopped into bed.

Fortunately (unfortunately?) for Hillary the effects wore-off by morning. She leaped out of bed. There was no time to lose. She had to get to the picnic area in time to spike the Kuhl-Aid coolers with the correct formulas before anyone would arrive to see her.

Mr. Greene, the principal, had just arrived with the refreshments as Hillary entered the park. Hillary would have to act quickly. She decided to strike between his trips back and forth from his car and the picnic area.

From past experience Hillary knew that the cheerleaders and jocks would hangout on the upper half of the meadow while the others grazed and frolicked below. The Chess Club was usually left with the picnic bench between the two groups: kind of a "nerd-man's land".

Hillary mixed the calculated amount of Less into the cheerleader/jock containers and the More into the others. She did not see a cooler at the middle table. She would have to attend to the chess club later. She used to be a member and still knew, and liked, them all pretty well. As a matter of fact, her best friend, Laurie Hyde, was a member. Hillary wanted to be sure to take especially good care of them!

The school buses soon arrived and disgorged their hyperactive contents into the 90-degree heat. As usual, the herd quickly segregated. Hillary watched from the trees across the meadow.

It didn't take long for the fun to start. First, was Muffy Johnston: rich bitch and then some. Soon all of the cheerleaders and jocks quenched their thirsts. Meanwhile, the other coolers were also becoming popular. Michael Black was especially thirsty today. The third group was oblivious, staring intently at the little plastic pieces on the chessboards before them.

Unlike Hillary's own experiences with More, this batch seemed to take a while to kick-in. "Maybe being diluted in the Kul-Aid would slow its onset", she thought, "or maybe I did not put enough in the coolers to do anything." Hillary had no experience or idea as to how Less would behave. She soon found out though!

The jocks were playing volleyball when some of the guys noticed that they could neither spike the ball as well, nor as hard as before. "Stretch" Stevens couldn't reach the top of the net anymore! A din of confusion and panic started to build. Muffy shrieked as her 36C-bikini top, strangely, became obviously loose. It soon hung mockingly empty beneath her withered nipples. Muffy not only lost her bust but, also at least six inches of leg length and most of their well-toned definition too!

Pandemonium soon set in as one-by-one the early-bloomers -- unbloomed.

The commotion up-hill was soon noticed downhill. They ran to see what was going on. As they did, some of the girls began to find it a bit awkward to run. Many were finding that they were suddenly not too sure-footed. Lizzie Smith stumbled and fell because of a cramp in her legs. She then looked on in amazement as her little girl legs stretched and thickened; taking on a long, lean, athletic shape. She also couldn't believe that large, firm lumps were rapidly forming beneath her printed blouse. She didn't know whether she should be petrified or ecstatic. Calling for help would not have helped because all around her other girls were having the same experience.

The guys were also experiencing More. Four-foot eight-inch Michael Black was the male runt of the class. Hillary always thought that he was a sweetheart. He was also the number one male target for bullies. Hillary always felt sorry for him. She tried to look out for him. Within a few minutes his multiple draughts at the cooler paid-off. Hillary watched lustfully as More morphed him into a 6'2", 240-lb. god.

The chess club finally noticed that something unusual was transpiring. They left their pieces, boards, and "Kasparov" lunch boxes and loped over toward the excitement. Hillary noticed that none of them had yet been near the Kuhl-Aid! "Darn! My buddies are going to miss out on all the fun," Hillary thought. This was her chance to fix that. She crept over to their table and rifled through their lunches. Her goal was the drink containers inside. Curiously the guys all had drink boxes and the girls all had thermos bottles full of ... milk! This was great! Knowing the bonus effect of More when mixed with milk, she knew that she would be able to generate really big responses for her friends. Hillary quickly added a calculated amount of More into each thermos. Laurie's was easy to find because hers was the only "Deep Blue" lunch box. "I can't wait to see how Laurie will handle being 5'8" and EE," Hillary thought as she then quickly crept back to the trees. She was disappointed that she could not do much about the boys' sealed drink boxes.

Back at the lower half of the meadow -- Sarah, Jenny and Tina were each growing beautiful, long, lean legs and large, perky breasts. Several other girls were having difficulty maintaining any sense of modesty as their legs lengthened and their brand-new breasts busted free. Of course, the girls who wore jeans and snug shirts were more likely to have a breakdown in modesty than those girls who wore shorts and loose tops were. Regardless, with an average height growth of six inches (almost all leg) and an average breast expansion from "nothing" to "D", most of the clothing worn by these 13 and 14 year-old girls didn't stand a chance.

Unbeknownst to Hillary, her buddy, Laurie had been busy at the lower Kuhl-Aid cooler and was just now returning from it. Despite multiple generous draughts of the More-laden Kuhl-Aid she was still parched. Laurie made directly for her lunch box. She was the first (and only, as it turned out) chess player to open her milk that day.

Laurie was probably one of the few girls in town that was even smaller and scrawnier than Hillary: certainly the only teenager in that small category! Laurie came from a poor family. She was the youngest amongst a sister and two brothers. Her mom was a hypochondriac. She was constantly shoving vitamins, various extracts and protein supplements into her own mouth or into her kids. Hillary was Laurie's best, and possibly only true, friend. Laurie was a nerd - brilliant but, sometimes oblivious. She was also painfully shy and extremely self-conscious. She had a gap between her front teeth that would sometimes cause her to whistle her "W's" when she spoke. When her name was announced at daily roll call the bullies invariably would yell, "WHO?" (Complete with whistle). Her only extracurricular activity was the swim team. She was very good: no resistance in the water. The only time a guy ever spoke with her was to announce a chess move or to demand her lunch money.

Laurie quickly drained her milk along with the usual handful of tablets and capsules from her mom. She then wiped her glasses on her well worn, side-walk flat, white, hand-me-down T-shirt; swiped a fly off of the table; returned the empty thermos to her lunch box; and then stared straight ahead -- while she contemplated her next chess move. Hillary then lost track of her friend in all of the surrounding commotion.

The upper meadow crowd was in anguish! Most of their self-esteem vanished along with their looks. Right now they felt lower than whale shit. They were also furious. They knew that this didn't "just happen"! There had to be a reason! Someone was going to pay dearly! As they descended the incline they met the other group ascending. There were double takes all around as former victims now towered over former bullies and former flat-chested, plain Jane's now bulged more prominently than the cheerleaders had ever done. There was about to be trouble when Michael Black stepped forward.

"Who is that hunk?" Muffy whispered.

"My god! I think he's Michael Black!" Buffy answered.

"That's little Blackie?" Muffy squealed.

"Now wait a minute!" Michael bellowed. "I don't know what happened here but, if we don't all work together we will never figure this out"!

Everyone nodded. Despite the way that they had been historically treated the new "haves" actually felt sorry for the new group of "have-nots". They decided to work together to find a solution.

By the next morning, however, it was almost a moot point. Most of the cheerleaders were again sporting perky breasts and the football players were again hitting the tackling dummies.

Hillary was disappointed but not surprised. She had hoped that the effects of More and Less would have lasted a bit longer this time. Hillary thought that it was odd, however, that no one talked about what had happened at the picnic or afterwards. "Had they somehow forgotten or were they simply trying to forget?" she wondered. However, she did notice that the school seemed a bit less segregated than usual.

Hillary spent a good portion of the day trying to find her best friend, Laurie. Laurie had been the only one whose effects Hillary did not see and she was extremely curious to learn about Laurie's experience with More. Hillary also wanted to know what Laurie thought about what had transpired with everyone else. Most of all, however, Hillary was dying to talk to Laurie because no one else would. Hillary grew concerned as the day wore on. Hillary thought about asking for information about Laurie from her classmates; but from experience, she knew that few of them even knew who Laurie was. Her classmates also seemed to be too distracted by some gossip about some new girl to be of any assistance.

After school Hillary had no luck telephoning Laurie's house. Hillary decided to go to the Junior High School swim meet. She knew that she would see Laurie there because Laurie was on the team and they always went for a soda after home meets. Becky joined Laurie so that she could scope the guy swimmers. It was one of the few teams at school that she had not yet conquered.

When the two sisters arrived, they could not believe it. There was a long line of guys with binoculars waiting to get inside! No one ever went to the Junior High meets! Hillary and Becky eventually made it through the crowd, climbed up the bleachers, and settled into their seats at the far end.

Hillary glanced over to look at the scoreboard. "Darn, I'll never get a chance to talk to Laurie before her race now!" Laurie moaned as she realized that they had missed the first two races. Silicone Hills Junior High had a good team and it was doing well so far tonight. Hillary assumed that that explained the buzz in the crowd.

Hillary again began to fret about Laurie. If she was not in the next race, Laurie's first scheduled, then Hillary was going to go over to Laurie's house. As the next event, the "Girls 100-meter Breaststroke", was announced the mostly male crowd went bonkers!

Neither Hillary nor Becky could see any reason for all of the commotion. As the crowd finally settled a bit, the announcer introduced the first two of the six contestants. He then announced the third -- "Laurrrieee Hyyyde" - and bedlam ensued again.

"Oh ... my ... God!" Hillary exclaimed in awe and disbelief. "Becky! Becky, quick, look! Look at this!" Hillary urged. Becky grumbled briefly but climbed to her feet. Becky then reluctantly followed the line-of-sight from the tip of Hillary's extended index finger and gasped, "Who the hell is that?! Do we have an exchange student from some other planet?"

"No. Not another planet." Hillary tried to contain a mischievous smile. "She's actually from much closer to home than you might think."

"Oh, come on now! You're not trying to tell me that a wimp like you actually knows a monster like that, I mean, her; are you?" Becky demanded.

"Becky, you're not going to believe this but, that's my friend, Laurie, Laurie Hyde; you know, the one that you always torment," Hillary announced with much satisfaction (and some barely contained residual awe).

Becky tried to blink away her amazement. She then shook her head vigorously and snapped, "Laurie Hyde is a skittish little insect! I know her! I see her with you all the time after school! That twerp's as small as you are -- so this certainly ain't her!"

"I'm telling you, it is her!" Hillary insisted. Then Hillary coyly added, "Come to think of it, Laurie did tell me that she was going to start drinking more milk and working out!"

"Becky, I'm telling you! It's her! It's Laurie!" Hillary could not resist tweaking Becky just one last bit, "Yeah! That's right! I distinctly remember now! She said she wanted to drink more milk and exercise more. She wanted to build herself up so that she wouldn't have to be afraid of bullies like -- you!" Hillary then melodramatically craned her neck in front of Becky to see Laurie and cooed, "I'd say that she's getting the hang of it. Wouldn't you, Becky? ... Becky?"

Becky's jaw dropped! Then she became very pale and quiet as she mutely stared again at Laurie, the Monster Babe. Hillary just smiled a knowing smile. More seemed to have found a worthy recipient. For Becky's sake Hillary hoped that her sister was smart enough to give Laurie a wide berth from now on.

 The goddess formerly known as Laurie totally dominated the starting area as she towered at lane marker 3. Her tallest competitor was 5'6" (1.676m). None of the coaches or officials was over 6'1". Laurie stood 6'3", barefoot (1.905m).

Laurie's one-piece, red, swim uniform was impossibly tight with two humungous bulges in the front. From where Hillary sat the school name was not readable on the fronts of the other girls' suits. It was easily readable, however, tightly stretched across Laurie's bountiful bust. Hillary wondered how Laurie could have packed herself into it in the first place. Hillary then realized that the sides split or were slit thereby allowing some of her breasts to spill out laterally. Framing her taut, red suit, at the sides and above, one could see mounds of barely constrained, firm, tit flesh. The vast amount was still beneath, however, straining to bust free. Laurie's thumb tip-sized nipples were doing their best to bore through the attenuated material. Laurie had always been nervous at swim meets. Despite the fact that she was very good; self-confidence, or rather, the lack of it, had always been a problem for her. For obvious reasons Laurie was much more nervous than usual tonight. She was not yet able to even begin to deal with her brand new frame and fans -- now that there was so much of both she was even more self-conscious.

Hillary started to feel guilty as she watched Laurie anxiously pace (with an extraordinary combination of flexing and wobbling) while she awaited the race. Hillary recognized that she had contributed "big time" to her friend's anxiety. Hillary began to feel even more guilt as she realized that unlike her own three experiences with becoming Hilly; Laurie's sudden, tremendous growth would have been completely unexpected, unexplained and, knowing Laurie, not really wanted or welcome!

Hillary then gazed at her magnificently gam'ed, mam'ed, and muscled friend and knew that Laurie would eventually be very pleased. Hillary felt a little better.

Hillary then tried another method to rationalize her guilt away: i.e. the "It's not really my fault" strategy.

Hillary had carefully calculated the doses of More for the Kuhl-Aid. She intended that More would provoke significant responses in her classmates, but to a lesser degree, than it did for "Hilly". It achieved exactly that. Her calculations had all been correct: with, apparently, one tremendous exception. Laurie had grown much, much bigger than Hillary had planned. "How was I to know that a given dose would do so very much more for her than for me?" Hillary pondered. "Whatever the cause it obviously hasn't worn off either! What's different? It's probably not a simple matter of dosage," she decided. Hillary then came to the real point of her fascination, "But, what I really don't understand is -- where did those muscles come from? 'Hilly' was never wimpy-looking but, Laurie -- WOW!"

Hillary then wondered about what kind of supplements her mom might have put in Laurie's lunch.

She also became curious as to where Laurie was, whether she was alone, and what she was thinking when, and while, More kicked-in. "Did it happen at the park or on her way home or at home? Has her family seen her?" Hillary wondered. "Goodness, what did they think about her if they did? If she was lucky, her mom would attribute her incredible transformation to her supplements and that would be the end of it." Hillary hoped that maybe Laurie's older brothers would stop being such asses to her now. "Where did she sleep last night?" Hillary couldn't imagine Leviathan Laurie sleeping in her own little, twin bed. "There's no way that she'd fit! Although, if she tried she would certainly be a sight lying there with her shoulders overhanging on either side and with her feet, ankles, and distal calves all sticking out the bottom. She'd absolutely not have any room for her usual menagerie of stuffed animals!"

Laurie then speculated as to whether or not More would have started before Laurie went to bed. Since the temporary version wore-off over night, perhaps the permanent version works over night! "Laurie might have left the picnic, gone home, had an uneventful evening and them gone up to bed." Hillary then imagined little 4'8", 70pound Laurie getting into her Wonder Woman® pajamas and climbing into bed only to awaken eight hours later as 6'3", 280pound Über Laurie! "Nah, my transformations were too painful and invigorating; she would had to have woken up! The bed would have collapsed, her pajamas would have been torn to shreds and her stuffed animals would have been flattened or strewn everywhere." Hillary concluded.

Hillary also wondered what her own family, especially Becky, would think of having a "Hilly" at home full-time. Actually, Hillary already knew what Becky thought of Hilly.

The crowd started to settle down.

Hillary gathered bits and pieces of the day's events from classmates sitting around her. Hillary learned that Laurie arrived at school late this morning and apparently had tried to quietly sneak into her first class. As she entered the room, however, each and every penis immediately saluted her quicker and stiffer than a tetanic Private at a General's convention. Beginning with that first sighting, word spread quickly throughout the school's male population that their collective wet dreams had become personified. Hillary could only imagine their surprise when they eventually discovered who this goddess was!

"What did Laurie wear to school today?" Laurie wondered. "She certainly could not have worn her own clothes. Laurie always wore pants. She never exposed her toothpick legs except for the minimum amount of time required at swim meets. Pants were out of the question because even her brothers' would only be long enough to cover half of her calf. At best she might have been able to squeeze into a pair of her mom's or older sister's stretchy shorts. I can not remember the last time that I saw Laurie in shorts. Also, a bra her size would have definitely been impossible to obtain in only one day. Then again, given their apparent firmness, maybe she did not need one. What did she do for a top? That would have been her biggest challenge!" Laurie's dad and brothers were not as big as Über Laurie; so, one of their T-shirts or tennis shirts was out of the question. "Maybe she crammed herself into one of Jeff's oversized (Jeff was a large but liked to wear xxx-large) sweatshirts" Hillary speculated. Hillary giggled as her mind's eye envisioned Laurie's biggest brother, Jeff (6'0", 200pounds), struggle to help his little (he always called her "Peanut") sister barely squeeze into his largest sweatshirt.

Somewhere between the first and third period of school, without making any effort to do so other than to occupy space and reflect photons, Laurie became the most popular, most desired, girl in school: a far cry from her painfully-long status as a non-entity. She was not accustomed to receiving the attentions of any one guy: never mind 275!

Hillary could not help but wonder about the reaction of one specific guy -- the bully, Chris Schimpfer. His only non-evil claim to fame was that he bragged that he could bench-press 180pounds: not bad for a 14 year-old. Not only had Laurie apparently grown much more massive than 180 but, she was also probably big enough to bench-press that much and him. Doing that would never occur to Laurie, however. She was a gentle soul but, he did not know that. Despite the fact that their lockers were side-by-side Chris had always been too busy bullying her to actually get to know her. Hillary cringed as she recalled Chris' mean prank against Laurie at their lockers last Friday. She then snickered to herself as she imagined how the encounter might have gone different today:

Hillary knew that if anything like that did occur then, knowing Laurie, she would have apologized for knocking Chris down and probably would have bent over to help him up ("stand" up, that is).

The crowd finally settled down and the officials continued the introductions.

Considering the reaction that she received at school while clothed, Laurie certainly did not want to go to the swim meet! Laurie knew, however, that her only chance of going to college was with a swimming scholarship. Given her family's financial situation, she had no choice.

It had not yet occurred to Laurie that she could now have any guy that she wanted; and that that might be a good thing. As Laurie saw it - once the first testosterone molecule infected the class, her life was all down hill. Guys who were old enough to like girls only caused her pain.

Hillary was fascinated by the size and power exuded by her friend. Here was a shy, skittish, wimpy little prepubescent girl who now sported a very sexy, very womanly, and very powerful body; and, who held the rapt attention of almost every guy at school. However, Laurie-the-Shy was terrified! Standing on the starting block, surrounded by hundreds of binocular-wielding, wolf-whistling, testosterone-crazed penis-heads, she saw herself as a lamb being put on display prior to some horrible fate. Hillary saw her friend as a female "Brain" operating a robot from within: except that she was trapped inside and it was in the shape of a tremendously busty and immensely muscular supermodel! (She also didn't have "Pinky") Almost everyone else in the natatorium saw her as THE goddess and they sophomorically prostrated themselves before the divinity perched high on her dais. Hillary wondered how much they all now regretted ever ignoring or bullying little Laurie.

The officials were almost ready to begin the race.

As Laurie stood at her marker awaiting the start, Hillary sized Laurie up against the others. Next to Laurie, at marker number 4, stood her 5'3" teammate, Cindy Fielding. Cindy was understandably distracted by, and obviously in awe of her huge neighbor. Hillary wondered what it must be like for Cindy to compete with a classmate who had suddenly become so improbably big. Laurie used to give Cindy a run for her money in races before! Only 36 hours ago Cindy was 7" taller and a good 30 to 40pounds heavier than Laurie was. Today, Laurie's bust alone probably weighs that much. Hillary estimated that Laurie's long, generously muscled, sexy legs probably had at least a 44-inch inseam! In contrast, Hillary was only 56 inches tall!!

Laurie's leg length/height gain was only one part of her astonishing development. Her huge breasts were ... well ... er ... um ... HUGE! Also, when Laurie and her coach stood together Hillary could see that Coach's thighs were about the same diameter as Laurie's arms. Hillary then thought about how much bigger Coach was than she, herself, was and realized that her own thighs were probably much smaller than Laurie's forearms.

Because of the delay in getting the "100 Meter Breaststroke" started some of the other swimmers started to stretch-out in order to remain loose. Most of them used their towels. They would grab one end with each hand and then bring the towel up and down over their heads to loosen their shoulders and pecs. Laurie watched. She had never tried that before. She never had anything to stretch. Laurie watched Cindy closely. It appeared that Cindy had to tug firmly on the towel in order to get it back down behind her head and then to her waist without letting go of it. Cindy was already into her third rep before Laurie picked up her own towel and put it up over her head. Laurie then mimicked Cindy. Cindy tugged on her towel and Laurie tugged on hers. Cindy completed the maneuver without difficulty; Laurie completely ripped her towel.

She didn't exactly know why but Hillary suddenly wanted to be near Laurie. Hillary was not attracted to women but she did like muscles. Hillary wanted to place her hands on either side of one of Laurie's arms. She wanted to see how far around she could get her fingers and thumbs. She was very certain that she would not be able to get the tips to come anywhere near touching each other. She would then ask Laurie to slowly flex so that Hillary could feel her hands being forced farther and farther apart. She'd then have Laurie repeat the cycle over and over. Hillary imagined how incredible it would feel to have so much raw power fomenting between her hands; and, how Laurie might feel possessing it! Even if she did not want it, yet.

However, Hillary knew Laurie well enough to know that she was so shy and self-conscious that she would not want Hillary to talk about her new body, let alone play with it. "Hell, she had probably never seen herself naked: especially not now! I'll bet that she has not taken one second to actually explore or savor or play with what she has!" Hillary thought. Hillary then remembered that Laurie was scheduled to stay at her house Thursday through Sunday while Laurie's folks went across state. "Given the right set of circumstances, I wonder if Laurie would be amenable to ... "

Hillary started to feel slightly aroused but also somewhat maternal. In a way, Hillary was the one who had given birth to the new Laurie.

"What will I say to her when we meet later?" Hillary wondered "How will she react to me? Should I try to carry on as if nothing had happened?" Hilary wondered.

"Yeah, right! Like I could pretend that Laurie wasn't more than a foot-and-a-half taller and four times bigger than when I last saw her! I'll have to say something! I'll also have to play dumb: act surprised."

"Should I tell her what happened? Hell NO!!" Hillary decided that Laurie might not react too well to that bit of news just yet. "Besides" Hillary continued, "Laurie's a smart kid; and she was at the picnic, if she knew about More then she would readily deduce that there was a Less and make me change her back."

While she waited for the race to begin, Hillary was again vaguely aware of Becky's renewed tirade about Laurie.

Hillary's mind drifted again. This time she became amused by the fact that only last Friday, when they last saw each other, Becky was 8 inches taller than Laurie but now Becky is 11 inches shorter.

Hillary wondered if Becky realized that if she and Laurie were to now encounter each other: instead of Laurie's head coming up to Becky's shoulder; Becky would now look her former prey directly in the ... chest! Of course, "chest", was not a very precise anatomical description when referring to Über Laurie since two huge mounds of firm breast tissue now covered powerful pecs almost completely from collarbones to navel.

Until yesterday morning, Laurie had been just a smidgen shorter than Hillary. It now occurred to Hillary that when she and her best friend next meet -- the top of her head would only come up to Laurie's navel! Also, Hillary could probably stand with one shoulder beneath Über Laurie's crotch ... without touching!! "Giving Laurie a victory hug might be a bit problematic," she decided.

Hillary's attention snapped back to the race as the official signaled that all was ready.

Another cascade of cheers and wolf whistles erupted.

Laurie had leaned into the starting position, just as she usually did, but this time she lost her balance. The thirty to forty pounds of breast flesh bulging out her front; and her new, much higher, center of gravity may have had something to do with it. The crowd loved it!! Poor Laurie!

The officials stood awestruck as the cold water caused Laurie's nipples to poke through her suit. The unexpected shock of the cold water also induced her to hyperventilate and the tight suit made it even more difficult for her to catch her breath. She began to panic. Every other time that Laurie had ever been in the pool the 5' deep water had been over her (4'8") head so she instinctively and frantically began to tread water!

It took her a moment or two to realize that now all she had to do was stand up!

As Laurie stood the water only came up to her stomach. Everyone could see that her rapid breathing was causing the already taut letters across the front of her suit to cyclically expand even more with each breath.

The suit exploded and her tremendous breasts burst forth in all of their glory!

She stood dumbstruck. The water only came to the bottom of her firm, unfettered breasts so there was quite a show! Laurie tried to duck back under the water but her enormous pontoons kept rising to the surface. Panic-stricken from embarrassment she quickly waded and wobbled over toward the ladder. Her coach met her at the edge and extended his hand to help her out. Unfortunately, in their haste neither took their size differential into consideration. Laurie effortlessly yanked him in with her. She quickly fished him out of the water, tossed him up onto the edge (while apologizing profusely), bounded up the ladder, and dashed into the locker room.

The standing ovation seemed to last forever.

Laurie tried competitive swimming only one other time after that meet. She found that even with a custom-made, reinforced swimsuit she was a disaster: too much resistance in the water. The other swimmers also complained about the wake.

Laurie instead turned her ample talents to a very lucrative career in modeling and beauty pageants. It did not take her long to become -- "Miss Just-About-Everything".

Hillary was never jealous of the new-and-improved Laurie, but rather, she was very proud, supportive, and happy for her. It did her heart good to watch shy, little Laurie's old anxieties shrink as she gradually grew into her Über body.

However, it was more than a bit awkward for the two best friends to have to talk face to waist. Hillary also tired of getting a stiff neck from looking up so much. Conversely, whenever they would try to talk, Laurie would have to bend waaayyyy over to see Hillary down beneath the horizon of her impressively ballooned bust. And, if Laurie wasn't careful, she would sometimes knock Hillary over in the process. During one rainstorm, however, the two friends discovered one benefit of their considerable size disparity: Hillary could stand beneath Laurie's substantial, firm, well-buttressed overhang and not get wet!

As for More, the mystery, the unknown key to its affect being permanent, was solved: the sucrose in Kuhl-Aid plus the lactose in milk stabilized More nicely.

For a time Hillary fought her temptation to use More. She had hoped that everyone, including herself, had learned a lesson about judging a book by its cover, etc. However, after a month or so of dealing with "Mutt and Jeff" jokes and of having a stiff neck every time she hung with Laurie, Hillary finally decided, "what the hell"! Hillary was never interested in swimming or running anyway. Laurie certainly would not mind a little competition and she would also have someone with whom she could share clothes.

And, besides, ... Hillary still had a Darren to catch.