Tim Doogan's Little Sister

"Oh, come on Mom!" Tim complained loudly with a nasal drone (Tim never "whined" per se).

"Timothy, I do not want to hear another word about it!"

"But, she's such a little brat!"

"Timothy Doogan, I'm warning you! That's not just your sister that you're talking about! That's my baby daughter too!"

"Why does she always have to follow me and my friends around? Can't she go shopping with you?"

"No! I told you that I'll be at least an hour at the beautician's and she'll have nothing to do there!"

"Well, Rick and Steve and me will be at The Arcade for two hours and she'll have nothing to do there either! She's not any good at any of the games. She's just a walking, whiny, waste of tokens!"

"Timothy William Doogan! One more word out of you and you're grounded! She's your only sister and you should be happy to be her big brother! Why don't you just take the time to show her how to play the games? She's a quick learner".

"Yeah, right!"

"That's two words, Mister! You are now grounded for two whole days! Get up to your room and do not even think of leaving it until I get home!"

Mrs. Doogan lowered her newspaper just a little too late to see Tim's silent, uni-digit rebuttal to her recently imposed sentence of confinement.

 A few moments later:

"Hi mom."

"Oh, good morning my little angel. I hope that your brother did not wake you."

In point of fact Tim Doogan's little sister had been awake and rifling through Tim's desk since he had gone downstairs thirty minutes ago.

"Well, mom, he was kind of loud" she pouted and affected a very melodramatic yawn.

"I'm sorry dear. Timmy just gets in these moods sometimes. Don't let him upset you".

"I'll try not to, mom."

Tim was livid! Not just because he was grounded but also because, as he entered his room, he noticed that his desk drawers were not as he had left them. He did not have to ponder long as to how they became so disheveled. Over the course of some time now, his sister had slowly shed her fear of possible retribution. His little sister was obviously becoming more and more brazen. She no longer bothered to cover her acts of espionage like she used to. To Tim, this was an ominous sign. She was essentially flaunting her deeds. He concluded that now they BOTH knew full well that she could do anything that she pleased and that Tim could not do anything about it.

Tim winced as he recalled what happened the last time that he had accused his little sister of "going through his things". As usual, his parents casted her as the innocent, wrongfully accused victim. In contrast, Tim was cast in the role of the tyrannical, irrational, and jealous, older brother. He was grounded for a week after that incident.

Tim checked under his mattress. It was still there! And, apparently untouched. Tim was relieved beyond measure.

Tim felt awkward enough just having a diary; let alone having anyone else read it: especially his little sister!

His diary and his pet mouse, Sisyphus, were Tim's only slices of solace in a house that seemed increasingly biased against him.

Tim was popular at the local school. His grades were consistently in the top ten of the Sophomore class. Tim was on the Under100 Pound football team. Thanks to his speed, he had a good chance of making Junior Varsity. Eventually, if Tim grew a little bit more; he might even make Varsity.

His natural, easy-going friendliness was noted by almost everyone that met him. Ironically, even though he was one of the more popular kids in his class, his deep-seated feelings of inadequacy prevented him from realizing that fact. Had he ever introspected on the subject; he would quickly realize that he had his parents to thank for that -- but he hadn't.

Sometime during his early childhood; his parents -- probably unconsciously -- began to realize that Tim was a gem and that his little sister was pyrite. In their attempts to even out their attention, affection, and praise they gradually set Tim's achievement bar somewhere between the ionosphere and the stratosphere and his little sister's somewhere below whale manure. As a result: Tim could essentially do no right and his little sister could do no wrong. Tim's little sister recognized this all too well: and, from a very young age. Tim's subconscious was probably aware of it too, but was afraid to let his ego in on it.

Tim's little sister was neither especially attractive nor bright. She was, however, a master manipulator and a consummate actress. She had an incredibly tireless, hyper-vigilant, but myopic, egocentrism and a knack for using every advantage for her sole benefit. Or, if not to her benefit, then at least to someone else's detriment.

Tim was only all too well aware of his little sister's "talents" and took great precautions to avoid being a victim of them. Unfortunately, unlike his little sister, his time was divided amongst things other than himself. He was frequently blind-sided by her antics. Conversely, when Tim would catch his little sister in a lie or a scheme; no one would believe him. To make matters worse; they would instead chastise him for "picking on her" or for "tattling".

A recent example: Tim had caught his little sister rummaging through his room for his diary two weeks ago. He had caught her red-handed. He complained to his parents. Their response was: "Now Timmy, tattling isn't nice ... no one likes a tattle-tale ... you know, two wrongs don't make a right". Tim's exasperation prompted a clever but unwise response, "True, but three lefts make a right".

 Once he reached his room Tim called Rick. Rick Stemper was not at all surprised to hear that Tim was grounded, again. He was also not surprised to hear the reason. Over the years Rick had actually studied the parental Doogans in detail. Rick had become fairly good at predicting their numerous penal decisions. Mr. and Mrs. Doogan seemed to have only a few flavors of punishment. Each flavor was determined by only two factors: length and visitation. Rick's only questions for Tim today regarded the length of confinement and whether or not it precluded visitors -- just to confirm his own prediction.

"Mom didn't say anything about visitors, Rick".

"OK Tim, see you in five!"

Tim then telephoned Steve. Steve Donaldson was not all that disappointed about the change in plans. He seemed almost glad that the three were not going to The Arcade; but not for the reason that Tim thought. Steve was a brilliant nerd. That may sound redundant, but he was a genius even by nerd standards -- Fellow nerds constantly marveled at how Steve could always remember to look both ways when crossing a street. Steve too was now on his way over to the Doogan's house.

Steve was the same age as Tim's little sister but was in the same grade as Tim and Rick. He was advanced a grade two years ago as an alternative to transferring to a school for gifted students. Such a school was something that his parents could not afford; and something that intimidated the hell out of Steve.

Steve did not like change. Steve was a pessimist who had no self-confidence -- EXCEPT when it came to science. When it came to science, Steve was like Pollyana -- so optimistic and hopeful that he would have everyone around him reaching for the Pepto-Bismol!

When it came to life, however; Steve assumed that any change would only make things worse than they already were. These two characteristics often led him into very negative, self-fulfilling prophecies. Once fulfilled he naturally concluded that his fears were confirmed and justified. He would thus further reinforce his pessimism and self-doubt.

Steve's biggest problem, however, was that he really liked Tim's little sister.

He liked her, not because she treated him well (she didn't); but because he thought that she treated him better than the other girls treated him. Steve was blinded by the fact that she recognized his flaws; and knew how to exploit them. Steve often unwittingly compromised his friend's plans in order to spend a few precious seconds with Tim's little sister. As usual, Steve was the one who had spilled the beans about the three of them planning to go to The Arcade today.

Rick arrived first. He greeted Mrs. Doogan and briefly tolerated Tim's little sister. He then wasted no time in joining his best friend up in Tim's bedroom.

"I can't believe that she ruined another weekend for me!" Tim moaned.

"I can't believe that you let her! Tim, man, you've gotta learn to just keep your cool when your parents are talking to you about your little sister," Rick advised.

"That sounds easy but it is just so frustrating!" Tim growled.

"Look, I know what she's like. I know that you keep getting shafted. I also know that you can't win until your parents see her for what she is."

"I've tried that!"

"No! No! No! You can't show them. They'll have to see it for themselves. She'll slip up some day. Until then, you're consigned to walking on eggs around a vicious tiger. It's either that or find a way to avoid her altogether."

Tim knew that Rick was right. He also knew, all to well, that there was no way that he could avoid his little sister. She always seemed to know when Tim was going to do something fun. Then, she'd always wanted to horn in on it; even if she didn't like the activity! Tim was convinced that his little sister would join his football team or the cheerleaders if, she could, just to drive him nuts. Actually, that would not be her only motivation. She was boy crazy and had secret crushes on at least two of Tim's teammates.

Much to her chagrin (and his relief), however, Tim's little sister was basically shunned by the team. They called her "T-R-M" which stood for: "The Rabid Mop". The name was quite accurate given the obvious physical resemblance and her personality. She was one of the best known Freshman in school; chiefly because of the admirable degree of her detestability.

She, of course, told her parents and blamed her brother. They responded by instructing Tim to "encourage" his teammates to like his little sister. Tim saw this as the rough equivalent of convincing a Jew or a Gypsy that Hitler was really a nice guy.

Tim decided to change the subject. He wanted to talk to Rick about someone whom he much preferred to his little sister. "By the way, Rick. How is your sister these days?" Tim nonchalantly inquired.

"Oh! They're BOTH doing alright, I guess." Rick answered with an exaggerated grin.

"Good! Good! Yeah, I meant 'sisters'" Tim sheepishly replied.

"I'll tell THEM that you were asking." Rick smirked.

Rick knew exactly what Tim was asking. He just liked to watch his friend squirm every once in a while.

Molly Stemper was the major reason for Tim's daydreams, and occasional drooling, over the last two years. Molly was only a year older than Tim and Rick but she appeared several years more mature. Molly was a Babe. She was very cute, 5'7" tall, and nicely thin, not skinny. Her biggest assets were her extremely well modeled sweaters. The fronts of which would precede her by several inches whenever she turned a corner. "Molly Mounds" was one of the best looking Juniors and getting better every day.

Tim had always liked Molly. She had always been cute, friendly, and fun. They liked to spend time talking to one another. They also would occasionally play one-on-one basketball in the Stemper driveway; especially whenever Rick was late getting home to meet Tim. However, Molly had grown a lot over the last two years and was now a good six or more inches taller than Tim. She could now consistently kill him playing one-on-one. Molly teased that it was more like playing "one-on-one-and-a-half". These days Tim lost, not just because of her height advantage, but because of the fact that Tim would become absolutely mesmerized watching her substantial, newly developed breasts wobble and bounce about beneath her shirt as she ran.

Molly liked Tim but never thought of him as someone to date. Tim was a late bloomer and Molly was blooming well all over. Rick and Molly got along fine but, in Molly's eyes, Tim still had the stigma of being her "little brother's friend".

In contrast, Rick's younger sister, Lauren, worshipped the ground upon which Tim treaded. Lauren was the same age and in the same class as Tim's little sister. The two Freshman girls also shared the same shape; or rather, the lack of same. Like almost everyone else in school; Lauren was not a friend of Tim's little sister. Lauren, however, disliked Tim's little sister more than most because she was not only a "malignant meany"; but, also because Lauren had been given a related nickname by Tim and Rick's teammates -- "Mini Mop". Lauren resented anything that would associate her with Tim's little sister, except, of course, Tim himself. Lauren was a good deal shorter than most of her classmates. Tim's little sister was the only other girl in their class that was Lauren's height, 4'2".

Lauren had already passed the age where Molly had started to grow so much and so well. She was beginning to wonder whether Molly had hogged all of the family's "Babe genes". Molly felt sorry, but not too sorry for Lauren -- You know how sisters can be sometimes.

 "When the hell's Steve going to get here?" Tim fumed in an attempt to change the subject and deflect Rick's teasing.

"You know him. He probably thought of a million or so things that he had to do before he could actually leave the house."

A few minutes later Steve finally arrived. Steve had actually been in the Doogan house since shortly after Rick arrived there; but he had been talking with Tim's little sister. Steve didn't want to tell Tim what he had been doing; so he just agreed with them that he was once again hopelessly distracted and deep in thought. Steve, Rick, and Tim then sat down and broke out Tim's "Risk" game.

Risk and Monopoly were their two favorite games. All three had board and computer versions of both games. The three preferred the board versions, however, because it offered each a chance to physically beat up on each other's pieces. During one battle, Tim was attacking Steve's Kamchatka >from Alaska. The battle spilled over from the board to the entire bedroom. Pieces, pillows and potato chips were scattered everywhere. Steve grabbed Tim and forced his face into his mattress. It was the first time that Steve had out-wrestled Tim. Tim was none too happy about it either.

"Geesh! I'll never have a chance to make the J.V. team if even you can take me!"

"Oh, come on Tim. Wrestling and football are two completely separate things!"

"That's not the point." Tim explained. "Those guys on J.V. and Varsity seem to get bigger every day. You guys are getting bigger too. I'm the exact same size that I was six months ago! I'll never move up if everyone else is passing me by! Shit, you're the same age as my sister, Steve! Soon even she might be able to take me!"

Steve and Rick were both taken aback by Tim's uncharacteristic outburst. It was true that Tim had once been first among three equals but, that had been slowly changing over the last half year. Tim's size was never really a factor in his success with the team because he was so quick and anticipated so well. He led the conference in interceptions. Rick, on the other hand, was becoming more successful at his position because he was getting bigger relative to the competition. Steve knew what football was. He watched his friends play, but he, himself, never had any interest in playing.

 "I've got to find some kind of edge before it's too late!" Tim exclaimed.

"Whoa! Wait a minute, Tim! You know how Coach feels about 'roids."

"So?! Who says that he has to know!"

"Well, for one thing; the school's gonna test us all this season; that's how! Besides, where you gonna get them even if you are crazy enough to take them?" Rick wondered.

"Are you blind or do you just play a blind man in real life? They're everywhere!"

"Ok, fine! So you get them and you take them -- Then what? They'll ruin your life, Tim!"

Steve then interrupted, "What are "'roids"?"

"They're pills that make you put on muscle." Tim snapped.

"Just muscle?" Steve asked in his deeply inquisitive way.

"What do you mean, "just muscle?" Tim asked.

"Well" Steve began, "It seems to me that you wouldn't want just more strength".

"Yeah, go on." Tim and Rick chorused.

"Well, if you want to make a team that has older, taller, and stronger guys than you; then you need more than just increased strength. You'd need more height-size, too. Right??" Steve asked.

"OK, Einstein, sounds good. But, how?" Rick sarcastically barked.

"Well, we just need to find out which hormones and factors go into making someone grow."

"OK." Tim and Rick nodded with less than full understanding.

"Then, we increase the amounts of the factors available by synthesizing greater quantities of each. It's then just a simple matter to give the material back to the person. Since he is getting more than normal, he should grow more than what would otherwise be normal for him."

"I think that you've lost me, Steve." Rick confessed.

"Look! You used to watch "Family Matters", right?"

"Yeah".

"Well! Do you remember how Steve used to turn into Stephan?"

"Yeah.". Rick and Tim began to see the light.

"Remember how Steve took a sample of his blood, isolated his "cool" gene, replicated it a few million fold and then gave it all back to himself. We are going to do the same thing. The only difference is that we will concentrate on the factors that determine a person's size instead of on "cool" genes."

"Sounds great!" Tim shouted.

Tim's little sister heard the commotion caused by the battle between Alaska and Kamchatka and had been on her way to tell her mother about it. However, as she passed Tim's room; she was disappointed by how abruptly the excitement had stopped. She put her ear to the door in order to gather evidence against them. Instead of evidence to be shared she hung on every one of Steve's words and kept them secret.

"What we need to do is find someone who is growing really fast right now and get a sample of their blood." Steve said. "We need to know not only the types but also the relative amounts of the factors. For our purposes; someone having a growth spurt will not only have a greater concentration of factors but also a better, more efficient proportion of those factors. This way too, it will be 'all natural'. It won't flag a urine test!"

"Great idea, Steve. I only have four questions about it though -- Who?, How?, Where?, and Are you friggin' nuts?"

The three of them then decided to check the school's infirmary in order to review the school nurse's records. These records would contain heights and weights and such stuff for every student. They could compare this year's data to last's and create a list of the best candidates. They could not, of course, just walk in and ask Nurse Wretched for the information. In addition to being a sadistic, humorless, unhelpful, and bloated nurse she was also a sadistic, humorless, unhelpful, and bloated beast. She would never cooperate with something legal; never mind something like this.

A week later; after doing their best secret agent impersonations; they gathered a list of the three top potential candidates. As it turned out; Rick's sister, Molly, had grown the most of anyone in the past year. For reasons that were obvious to the three of them at that time, they skipped her and went to the first male name on the list. Jim Stewart was on Tim and Rick's team. Jim was a nice guy but, neither the brightest nor the sharpest Crayola in the pack. And, Jim was not very fond of needles either. Jim was not going to just let some classmates stick him for some of his blood. However, after eventually conning Jim into believing that Nurse Wretched wanted a sample of everyone's blood to test for the recent outbreak of Microcephalic mouthbreatherosis the three were on their way to the next step.

 Steve Donaldson had a chemistry set in his basement and a Father who was a Biochemistry professor at the university across town. Dr. Donaldson liked to think that Steve would follow in his footsteps and into the world of hi-tech biochemistry. As a result, he encouraged Steve's curiosity and allowed him some space in his first floor laboratory at the university. Given all of the above; Steve was able to separate and replicate all of the factors in Jim's blood that they would need for their drug.

Tim Doogan's little sister was aware of the progress enjoyed by the threesome; thanks to Steve's poor perception of people in general and of Tim's little sister in particular. Steve had kept her informed, almost daily, since she first had approached him a few days after she learned of their plan through Tim's bedroom door. Tim's little sister was also aware that Jim Stewart's name was not at the top of her brother's list. Molly's was.

Tim's little sister knew Molly all too well. She hated the Stemper girls. She was jealous of them both; but for different reasons. Molly was beautiful and built -- Tim's little sister was neither. Lauren was cute and very bright -- Tim's little sister was neither. Tim's little sister resented the fact that Molly was so popular. She incorrectly assumed, however, that Molly's popularity was based on her looks. In Tim's little sister's eyes: Molly's popularity increased in direct proportion to the exceptional growth of her chest and legs.

After several more weeks had passed; the boys were confident that they had found their Holy Grail. Unfortunately, the liquid had a rather putrid odor and a greenish-yellow color that was rather gross. Rick made use of his two years worth of "D's" in German class and named it -- "Gross-Saft". Tim and Steve didn't get the pun but humored Rick anyway. They eventually shortened the name to "GS".

Having something that you think is going to work versus trying it to see if it actually does work are two different matters separated by a huge chasm of fear and uncertainty. In order to bridge the gap they would need a volunteer. The trick was to find out whom that would be. None of the three were eager to test GS. Tim wanted the results more than anyone, but not the risks. For an entire month, at least; the three of them would stare at the flask of GS and just, ... well, um, ... STARE!

One night Tim was returning from the lab and noticed Molly's silhouette against the brick wall in front of her house. She was with a guy who was obviously planning to kiss her goodnight. He didn't succeed. Molly then noticed Tim and called over to him. Tim joined her in a flash. As they leaned against the wall, chatting; Tim noticed how much bigger she was than him. That certainly had not always been the case. Molly looked absolutely gorgeous. Tim could not help but to notice how the moonlight cast such incredible shadows from and upon her impressive curves. Molly felt completely comfortable with Tim. She had no reason to suspect that he felt any differently about her than she did about him. After all, they had been neighbors and friends for years. Tim, however, was not thinking about friendship. After a bit, Molly mentioned that she was "getting kind of fed up with guys whom only want to date me for my looks". She explained how "built" girls are also perceived to be "easy" by many guys. Tim listened with rapt attentiveness as Molly detailed her experiences as they related to her "growing up so much" over the last two years.

Tim was not alone in his attentiveness, however. Unbeknownst to Molly and Tim; his little sister was spying from the other side of the wall. Unlike Molly, Tim's little sister saw Molly's experiences as great! She thought it very desirable to be so desirable. The reason or reasons why didn't matter to her. The bottom line for Tim's little sister was: someone that was attracted to her could be manipulated by her all the more easily.

As the hour grew late and their conversation wound down; Tim could not help but start to wonder what it would be like to kiss Molly goodnight. He knew the fate of the guy that had actually spent money on her tonight, but he was different. Tim was beginning to love her for the entire "her" not just her great body. He thought that she must obviously see that!

Molly then stood up straight and turned squarely toward Tim.

"Oh, Boy! This is it! This is going to be great!" he bellowed within his own mind.

Tim looked up at her. Molly looked so awesome standing in front of Tim with her short blonde hair, those big blue-green eyes, those long, shapely legs, and that big bulging sweater. As she stepped closer he closed his eyes and anticipated nirvana. What he got was a gentle forward tilt of his head and peck on top of it. He looked up again with a look of utter disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Molly asked.

"Uh, well, nothing." Tim pouted.

"No, really. What's wrong?"

"Well, ... I ... I ... that was great ... and, and all ... but ..."

"Great? It wasn't meant to be great! I was just trying to be sweet? What are you talking about, Tim?"

"Well, um ... I, ... I, ... um, ... I was sort of hoping for something a little ... um, ... more."

 Tim was as pale as Molly's overburdened sweater. He was also shaking and sweating more than he had ever experienced before. Molly was caught completely off guard. She did not know what to do. She did not want to hurt him but, she did not want to encourage anything either.

"I see." she said. "Tim, don't you think that I'm a little old for you?"

"Well, only by a year and a few months."

"True. But, don't you think that that is a long time at our age?"

"No. It's only a year."

"Well, Tim, sometimes it's not the years; it's the mileage."

"Huh??"

"I mean, it's not what the calendar says; it's what happens during that time."

"Like what?"

"Well, um, Tim, do you think that we look like we are only a year apart? Tim, most girls your age can see their feet when they are standing. I can't. I'm obviously not a little girl anymore." She again smiled down at him.

 Tim stared up at Molly. Her kind, smiling face was in stark contrast to Tim's pale, sweaty one. He then looked at the two large bulges just above his chin. He got the point.

"You're right, Molly. I feel foolish. I just thought that maybe ... you liked me."

"I do, Tim, but not like I like the guys my age that I'm attracted to."

"I see."

"Look, you're a great kid! I think of you as one of my best friends. We just aren't at the same place in life right now."

"Well, then I'll just have to catch up!" Tim mumbled.

 Molly either did not hear or did not pay any attention to Tim's mumbled comment. She still felt bad about his disappointment but she felt that she had let him down as easily as she could. It was his problem if he was still disappointed. She squatted down a bit to look at him eye-to-eye; and smiled.

"Like I said: You're a great kid, Tim. You'll be a great man someday. Promise me that you'll come back when I don't have to bend over or squat down to kiss you."

Tim blushed. "Oh, I wouldn't want you to have to come all of the way down to my lowly level anyway."

Molly then had a whimsical thought. "OK, Sport! How's this then."

Molly then grabbed Tim under the arms and lifted him up and back against the wall. He thought that she had flipped. He was terrified by but also incredibly excited by her size and power.

"Two years ago when you were dusting my skinny little butt in basketball; I'll bet that you never thought that I'd ever be able to do this to you. Did you ... little man?" Tim wasn't sure if he was going to cum or wet himself.

Molly then smiled a reassuring smile, gently pressed her bountiful bust against him, pecked him on ... the cheek, and put him down.

"Was that any better than the first one?" Molly rhetorically inquired, coyly. "Sorry, but that's as good as I can do for now. Besides, Lauren would kill me if I were to ever kiss you before she did."

Tim was blissfully discombobulated. He didn't comprehend a word that Molly had just said. He could only smile and nod. He continued to do so even for several minutes after Molly had left him.

Meanwhile, Tim's little sister headed for home so that she could get there ahead of her brother. She was almost as excited by what she had seen as Tim was by experiencing it. She was very impressed as to how Molly could not only completely mesmerize Tim with her looks, but she could have also easily beat the snot out of him!

 On his way home Tim decided that he would have to try the GS. He was so horny from his experience with Molly that; even though he was hung like a bee, he had difficulty walking in a straight line without tripping.

The next day, Tim met with Steve and Rick as usual. He announced that he wanted to try the GS. Steve tried to talk Tim out of it but was not successful. Later, they discussed delaying until they could first test it on some non-human animal. It would have to be something cheap, small, and friendly. That way, if it worked, they could still keep their secret hidden. They also would not have to worry about any problems with getting close enough to it to examine it afterwards. If it didn't work, then it would be easy to bury.

They decided to try GS on Sisyphus, Tim's mouse. This time, however, "They" only included Steve and Rick. They knew that Tim would never agree to the idea. Rick would stall Tim for a couple of days while Steve would sneak some GS to Sisyphus during his next visit to Tim's room. The trick was going to be to weigh the mouse, calculate a dose, and get Sisyphus to drink it. Mice like foul smelling stuff, but GS could gag a bullemic maggot.

The first part of the plan worked well. Tim was impatient about waiting for the GS but he did wait. Rick explained to Tim that Steve did not make much of it at any given time because of the odor.

The second part of the plan had a glitch. Tim was oblivious to Steve's experiment on Sisyphus but his little sister was not. She had a keyhole-side seat from which to watch Steve as he tried to grab the little mouse >from his wheel. Steve never understood the deal with the wheel. "What was the point"? What was the point of endlessly running up an incline only to end up where you started? At least this Sisyphus didn't have to push a boulder along the way.

Steve weighed the mouse, made a few calculations, and brought out the vial of GS. Tim's little sister thought that it was automotive antifreeze and that Steve was going to poison the "little shit". She, herself, was petrified of mice and would like nothing more than to see it feet up and stiff in the corner. She also hated the constant squeak, squeak, squeak of the wheel and the constant squeak, squeak, squeak of the mouse. It would often keep her up nights. One of Tim's few pleasures was knowing that his sister could hear Sisyphus' wheel but that his parents could not.

Steve then placed a few drops of the GS into a shot glass of wine. Steve knew that Sisyphus loved wine. To his amazement (and relief), the GS smell disappeared as soon as it was mixed in the wine. He then emptied one of the mouse's two water bottles and poured in the GS. Steve then crept out of Tim's room as his little sister scurried into her room and quietly closed the door.

Tim was awakened that night by an unfamiliar silence. Sisyphus was, like most mice, nocturnal. He did most of his exercising at night. Tim appreciated the squeaking as a kind of "white noise" that drowned out some of the other household sounds. It was also rhythmic, like a reassuring metronome. Silence was not good.

Tim jumped out of bed, closed his ajar bedroom door, and turned on his light. After a moment of pupil adjustment Tim stared in awe at Sisyphus' wheel. It was motionless all right but for an unexpected reason. The center of the wheel was stuffed full of Sisyphus! His little mouse now filled so much of the interior of the wheel that he could no longer move within it! It took only a nanosecond or two for Tim to figure out what must have happened. His only priority at this point was to rescue his mouse before breathing became a problem. Tim tried to extricate his pet; but Sisyphus was jammed in there tight. The spokes were too close together relative to Sisyphus' dramatically expanded body. There was no way that he could be pulled out that way. Tim would have to cut the wheel open. Tim needed a sort of a "Jaws of Life" for rodent wheels. He removed the wheel from the cage and was immediately impressed by the weight of it and its occupant. Sisyphus was looking more frightened and was having difficulty. He was losing the battle for breath. Tim found his wire cutters and set to work. Just then Sisyphus shuddered, tensed and SPROOIINNNGGG; the wheel exploded. Tim cut his thumb on the shredded metal.

Sisyphus jumped free and landed onto Tim's bed with an uncharacteristic "THUD". Tim grabbed a towel for his thumb and then rushed over to check his pet. Sisyphus seemed fine, just huge. Sisyphus did look kind of odd though. He was shaped differently -- disproportionately. He now looked more like a miniaturized bull than like a greatly enlarged mouse. He reminded Tim of the "Tom and Jerry" cartoon where Tom tries to poison Jerry but instead, his mixture makes Jerry grow huge and bulked up. Sisyphus squeaked contentedly as Tim stroked his head. Although, "squeak" no longer seemed to accurately describe the louder, lower toned noise that the much larger Sisyphus now made.

At the first hint of a commotion; Tim's little sister was quick to jump out of bed and post herself outside of his keyhole. She expected to see a grief-stricken Tim mourning his poisoned pet. Instead, she was both terrified and excited by what she saw. The idea of an icky mouse becoming guinea pig-sized and living in her house did not make her very happy but the idea of her becoming Molly-sized, ... or ... even bigger, certainly did.

Tim straightened up the mess as his sister quietly dashed back to her room. She just had to get her hands on that stuff that Steve had! Actually, better yet, she would have to get Steve to make a formula for girls. Given what she knew about the boys' list; Molly would have to be used as the means for her own eclipse. Somehow she would have to get some of Molly's blood, get it to Steve, and convince him that he should make a formula for girls. Actually, she had to convince Steve to make a formula for just one girl -- her. "Piece of cake" she chuckled.

The following morning Tim left for school early. He wanted to meet up with Steve and Rick as soon as possible. He also had to buy a bigger, stronger cage for Sisyphus.

He first encountered Rick. Tim was livid. He could not believe that they would endanger his pet like they had. Rick lost no time in explaining to Tim how they did it for his own good. Rick eventually convinced Tim that they cared more for him than he did for his mouse. They decided to evaluate Sisyphus after school and then, if he was still ready and willing, try it on Tim. First, however, they had to find Steve. It was unlike him to not be around hanging with his two buddies.

Tim was not really angry with Steve but, thanks to Tim's little sister; Steve thought that Tim was going to kill Steve. She had spotted Steve first that morning and told him that Tim knew what he had done; and was looking for him. She also told him that Rick had told Tim that he had known nothing about Steve's plan. She went on to convince Steve that Rick had volunteered to help Tim find him!

She convinced Steve that the two of them should meet after school. She assured Steve that if he told her the whole story, then she would be able to speak to her brother on Steve's behalf. While Steve was thinking about how grateful he was to her; she was thinking about what a naive sap he was. She then smiled and imagined how, after she got the formula, every guy will be happy to serve her, just like Steve does now.

Tim's little sister's next quest was to get a sample of Molly's blood. Since Molly was two years ahead of her, they had no classes together. Since they hated each other, they didn't know each other's schedules. They did, however, have lockers across the hall from each other.

Molly held court at her locker twice a day. She was a guy magnet and acted like she enjoyed the attention more and more. Tim's little sister certainly did not appreciate it.

As the final bell rang and everyone began to head for the buses; Tim's little sister found Steve. She learned all about GS and how he would only need a small amount of blood to make any future batches because he already knew the most important factors -- thanks to Jim's sample.

By the time that they had checked-out Sisyphus; Tim and Rick were getting worried. They had not seen Steve all day. They could really use his expertise regarding Sisyphus because only Steve knew how much he originally weighed and how much GS he had received. They called his house but Steve had told his parents that he was "not home".

Tim's little sister devised a scheme to get a bit of Molly's blood. It involved a tack and a sheet of paper and bare feet in the girls' locker room. She succeeded.

Once in hand she brought the sample to Steve's house later that night. He had skipped school that day and was extremely flattered that she had come over to "check on him".

Tim's little sister then really poured on the charm. Actually, she did not have much charm; so it was more like she "sprinkled" on the charm. It did not matter. Steve was smitten and she was playing him like one of those magnetic fish in the fishing pond at the fair.

Steve was convinced that he was going to get "lucky". In Steve's mind, however, the definition of "getting lucky" was wholly confined to getting kissed. Tim's little sister soon put her deal in the open.

"Steve, you know that I like you a lot and all, right?"

"Yeah, of course, and I really, really like you a lot!"

"Well, I don't like myself that much. I'm too small and skinny." She took Steve's hand and demonstrated how he could encircle her upper arm with his thumb and fingers. She continued, "And, if I don't like myself, then how can I feel comfortable with anyone else?"

"Uh, yeah, I can see where that might be a problem."

"Well, I was just thinking; you could help me with my problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, your GS stuff; well, you could help me like myself better." she whispered in a compellingly pouty voice. "And, if you do, then I can certainly make it worth your while."

"Oh? Oh! Yeah, I see!" Steve didn't though.

Before he knew what was happening; Steve was on his way to the lab; in tow behind Tim's little sister. Steve asked her about the blood. She had told Steve that the sample was her blood, of course. She didn't want him to know that she had essentially stolen it. She also didn't want him to know that the material was much more potent than he would think it to be.

Once at the university; Steve used his pirated copy of his Dad's lab key. Once inside the lab; he selected one of the dozens and dozens of lab tables and set right to work.

Making GS involved lots of steps. Tim's little sister watched but was soon bored.

Tim's little sister had brought a set of larger-sized clothes in anticipation of big things to come. She ducked into the lab's closet to change her clothes but found it to be too small, too confining in there. She instead dashed down the hall to the lady's room. She put on a pair of cutoff shorts and one of her brother's sweatshirts. When she returned; she watched Steve from the touchline in giddy anticipation. It was not long before he was finished.

Steve asked her how much she weighed and she told him. Unfortunately, for her and fortunately(?) for Steve; she lied. She thought that if she understated her weight that she would receive more GS because she would obviously need more. Steve, however, calculated proportionately based on the starting weight so she actually got less volume than someone else her size would have received. However, Steve was still unaware of the true source of the sample; so she was actually getting a more concentrated mixture than he expected.

Before she downed the GS Steve asked her for a good luck kiss. Steve was about 5'2" to her 4'2". She replied, "Only if you did a good job with this stuff". Tim's little sister then gulped it down with a loud, "bbbllllleaccchhh"!

Suddenly, Steve heard the guard outside of the lab door! Steve had permission to be in the lab, but only when his Dad was there. He quickly killed the lights and dragged Tim's dazed, almost catatonic, little sister into the tiny closet. It was the only place in the lab in which they could hide.

It was pitch black in the cramped little closet. There was no room for either of them to move around inside. Even when it was empty; the closet had barely enough room for one person. Steve knew that if they did try to move around there was a good chance that one of them would bang into a bucket or a mop. Steve held his breath as he saw the laboratory lights flash on beneath the closet door. The intensity of his fear was broken only by the strong Pinesol-like odor in the closet. This in turn was exceeded only by the smell of the dank, moldy mop heads.

Neither said a word as the guard moved about inside of the lab. Steve could hear Tim's little sister breathing, however. It was quick, quiet, and shallow at first but it soon started to get slower, louder, and deeper. She was also beginning to fidget. He whispered for her to, "hold still". She did not say a word. She just kept panting. After a few moments she began to fidget more and pushed back against him. She felt stiff as a board.

She had been standing with her back to the door and was uncomfortably pressed between Steve behind her and the wall in front of her. Steve was standing with his back to her and his face to the door. Her panting seemed almost like grunting as the security man checked the widow locks. Steve felt bad that he was crushing Tim's little sister but the closet was simply too small for two people.

Steve tried to carefully turn around in the dark to see if she was OK. He had some difficulty, as there seemed to be something unexpectedly large and heavy in his way. He reached out to feel what it was and brushed his hand against some hair. Steve was confused by this because Tim's little sister was only tall enough for her hair to came up to his chest. He reached out again; this time cautiously sweeping both arms from his sides to the area in front of him. Steve's arms were immediately met with firm resistance and an increase in grunting. He groped about and discovered that the GS was obviously having an effect on Tim's little sister. He could feel her arms but noted that he could no longer encircle the upper part of her arms with his thumb and fingers as he once could. Steve worked his hands a little further up. As he did; he could feel her shoulders rising up and expanding out. Where once there was only skin and bone there was now some meat, solid meat. He could also feel that she was still growing.

Steve slowly lowered his hands and followed them along the inward slope to her waist. He noted nothing soft, only firmness. He continued down along a gently outward slope until he could feel a pair of firm, round glutes. They were slowly rising up further and further from the floor. He could also feel the bottom edge of her sweatshirt slowly slip upwards relative to her hips and buttocks. It no longer completely covered her entire butt. It was now approaching her waist! Meanwhile her hips were approaching the level of his own! He could feel the incredible tautness of her cutoffs as she swelled within them. Steve could now also hear the occasional sound of cotton being stretched.

Steve then tried to turn her around but there was no room. He tried again by reaching to her head. He would try to have her help him but needed to show her what he was trying to do. He planned to gently turn her head but as he reached in front of where he thought her head should be; he instead encountered two lumps of softer, non-muscle tissue. She let out another groan and grabbed his two hands with a stiff, jerky effort. She then clamped his hands onto her still small but rapidly expanding breasts. Steve had never felt a breast before. He could not believe how soft yet firm they were. The sensation got even better as they steadily ballooned beneath his palms. At first they were the size of tennis balls but soon they swelled to softballs. He unconsciously started to make his hands massage them as they continued to billow bigger and bigger.

Steve could hear the guard walking away from the windows. This closet that was tiny to begin with; was becoming smaller and smaller. There was less and less room for Steve as Tim's little sister grew bigger and bigger, swelled larger and larger, and expanded more and more and more.

When he first threw her into it; it was Tim's little sister that had been uncomfortably pinned against the closet wall by the, then, larger Steve. Now, Steve was the one submitting to a superior force. Steve had become squashed with his back flat against the door by the time that the guard clicked off the light and locked the lab. He was the one having difficulty breathing now. It was a situation that steadily worsened. Tim's little sister slowly crushed back against him as she continued to grow ever bigger. Steve could not get either arm around to grab the doorknob because they were pinned beneath hers. He could feel the door press against his spine. Meanwhile, the backs of his hands were being pressed against the closet's back wall as her rib cage expanded, her pecs thickened, and her breasts swelled beyond DD. Steve was trapped and he was getting scared. He kept asking her to either release him or to turn them around so that she could maybe reach the knob and open the door. She could not do either; she seemed to be almost frozen. It seemed that she did not seem to have much voluntary muscle control as she grew. Steve continued to struggle to get a hand free but as she became bigger and bigger the side walls pressed her arms tighter, crushing Steve's arms between her bulging biceps and her increasingly muscular and busty chest. Steve asked her to try to get her hand to the knob. He could tell that she was trying but without success. She then managed to stutter, "B-B-B-Brace y-y-yourself!"

Steve could then feel Tim's little sister's powerful new body tense and thrust backwards. The latch yielded and the door sprang open. Steve still had his arms around Tim's little sister's chest as their momentum sent them crashing to the laboratory floor. Because of how they were oriented in the closet; she of course landed on top.

Steve was unconscious for several minutes after the landing. After a few more minutes; Tim's little sister was able to climb to her feet. She groped around in the dark to find Steve and the light switch. She made it to the lights as Steve woke up. She helped him to his feet and held him up by standing behind and wrapping her arms around him. Steve looked around, dazed, and tried to figure out what had happened and where his friend's little sister had gone.

"Wh ... wh ...what happened?" Steve inquired.

"Your GS worked. I'm huge. You're not. That's what happened. End of story."

"Huh?"

"Here. Wait. I'll show you, Shorty."

"Sh - Shorty?"

"Yeah! Shorty!"

 Tim's little sister then sat Steve down onto a lab stool and walked around in front of him. He groggily looked up at her. As he started to focus he suddenly snapped to alertness. She was incredible! Tim's little sister had grown from a 4'2" zero-chested, scrawny, muscle-less waif into a 5'9" 44EE-22-34, big and buff, Babe-us Maximus. Steve rubbed his eyes and stared in speech-less awe at what Tim's little sister had become.

"Well? What do you think, Stevie?" Steve hated being called "Stevie" and she knew it.

 To help him decide on an answer; she struck a profile position and thrust out her chest. This was followed by a series of biceps contractions. Steve didn't know what to look at first! Tim's little sister now had it all: long, shapely legs; firm compact butt; well-toned, muscular arms; and a very large bust. Last but not least -- thanks to Tim's too small sweatshirt -- Steve could also see that her flat abdomen rippled.

"Please don't call me that. OK?"

"OK Stevie, if you do not want to be called Stevie, then I won't call you Stevie ... for the next ten seconds."

"No, really, please don't call me that."

Tim's little sister then slowly reached her arms high up over her head. This caused the bottom of her brother's sweatshirt to creep higher; exposing the bottom curves of her bulging breasts. She then stopped posing and told "Stevie" to come over to her. He cautiously obeyed. As Steve got closer it was increasingly apparent that Tim's little sister was now much taller than he was. As he approached, she looked down at him and said, "I really don't think that you are in a position to ask me for anything, Stevie." She told Steve to hold up his right arm and "make a muscle". She then did the same, placing her arm next to his. Her arm was clearly the bigger of the two. She then stood directly in front of Steve and demonstrated what he already knew. She was a good seven inches taller than he was. "A few minutes ago you were a head taller than me. Now I'm a head taller than you, ... Shorty." She then giggled, almost cackled, "Stevie, you're about an inch taller than my stupid brother; aren't you?" Steve nodded. "Great! I can't wait to see the look on that little creep's face when he realizes that the top of his head won't even come up to my chin!"

Steve gulped. Tim was not going to like this. Not only did he not deliver his friend's GS; but now he's made Tim's biggest nemesis even bigger; physically and metaphorically. Steve began to realize that he had created a Babe Monster.

Tim's little sister then grabbed Steve's hands and placed them firmly onto her wonderfully bloated bust. "It felt really good when you were doing this in the closet." she said as she started rubbing his hands against them. "You don't mind helping me work off a little pent-up energy and frustration do you, Stevie? You see, all this grooowwwwing has really made me hot ... and ... horny."

An hour later; Tim Doogan's little sister rolled over and whispered, "I told you that I'd make it worth your while, little man." An exhausted Steve could only groan a very cautious sigh of contented affirmation.

They began to leave. However, while Steve fiddled with the alarm that had been activated by the guard; Tim's little sister quietly stole the formula for GS.

Tim's sister had watched Steve through most of the many complicated steps that were required to make GS. She bet that Steve would not be able to remember them all. She also knew that Steve was rather secretive when it came to his science so, he rarely made copies of anything. Tim's sister also knew that, for a variety of reasons, at least two of the ingredients were difficult for Steve to obtain. She decided to hedge her bets. She dumped them into drain.

"Where the hell is Steve?" Tim bellowed to Rick.

"I don't know, man. He's never this unreliable."

"I've got to get home. My parents are going to kill me if I break curfew."

"Yeah, me too. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

Tim headed home and zipped directly up to his room. Sisyphus was parked on his bed. He had busted out of his cage and decimated Tim's secret stash of peanut butter cookies. Tim had to pee but he first quietly cleaned up the mess. As he did; Tim could hear someone coming up the stairs. It sounded like his Dad's footsteps. Tim listened as they passed his door and went into the bathroom. "This is strange." Tim thought. Tim's Dad and Mom's bathroom was on the main floor; so was their bedroom. It was rare for either of them to use the upstairs bathroom. "Oh, well!" he thought, "Mom must be in the one downstairs".

After several very long minutes had passed Tim's interest in the bathroom became more acute. His Dad never took this long. Tim finished cleaning up after his mouse and started to pace. He knew that there was no point in going to the bathroom downstairs because if his Dad was up here then, the downstairs one must be occupied.

Several more minutes passed before Tim decided to let his Dad know of his needs. He crept down the hall; past his little sister's room and listened at the closed door. He could hear some movement (Not that kind of movement!). Tim gently rapped on the door. Tim was all too aware of the penalty for waking his little sister.

No response. Tim rapped again. The sounds of movement abruptly stopped ... but still no response. "Dad, I've really got to go!" No response. "Are you going to be much longer? I've really got to go!"

Tim could hear motion toward the door. Then the latch unhooked. Then the door slowly opened. Tim slowly looked up. However, instead of seeing his 5'10" Father's chest; Tim saw an obviously very female chest. His lips gapped as his chin dropped further and further while his eyes slowly climbed higher and higher. Instead of meeting with his Father's friendly green eyes he was met with his sister's menacing brown ones.

"Well, hiya little bro'!"

Tim gulped. "H-H-Hi sis." he squeaked.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where Mom put the extra bottles of shower gel; would you? You see, this one's empty. I've had a very BIG night and I'm kind of sweaty and sticky."

"Um, yeah! It's ... it's on t-top of the medicine cabinet."

Tim watched his little sister effortlessly reach up and grab the gel. Tim had to use a stool; or stand on the toilet for those rare occasions when he would have to get anything from up there.

She then moved to stand directly in front of Tim. He looked up with a substantial fear welling up behind his eyes. She pressed up against him so that Tim had to bend his neck all the way back and cock his head all the way up. If he didn't he would have been smothered by his own little sister's bountiful bust.

"I hope that you don't mind but, I may have ruined your little sweatshirt. It might be a little baggy on you now. I'm afraid that I may have stretched it a little too much."

"Oh, well, yeah, I c-c-can see how that might happen. Don�t worry about it."

"Oh, rest assured brother dear: I'm not going to worry about anything anymore".

 Tim then watched helplessly as his little sister stepped inside and closed the door. Tim didn't wet himself but, strangely, he didn't have to go anymore either. He bolted back to his room and hid beneath his covers.

Tim did not sleep a wink all night. He kept imagining that his sister was going to burst into his room any second and beat the snot out of him.

Tim left for school very early. There was no way that he was going to deal with his sister this morning. His little sister was not a morning person. Mornings with her were dangerous enough when she was a little, scrawny, Rabid Mop -- Now; who knows what sibling dangers awaited him.

Tim's first priority was to find Steve. He knew that Steve was the only one smart enough, naïve enough, and bone-headed enough to empower his sister like that. Tim only hoped that Steve was OK. His sister was capable of anything even before she was capable of anything.

Steve was not in school. He was completely exhausted by his encounter with Tim's little sister and could not even get out of bed. Tim feared the worst and cut class to go to Steve's house. Both of Steve's parents worked; so he was home alone.

"What the hell were you thinking? How could you do this to me? To all of us? My sister's a bully! Thanks to you; now she's a BIG bully!"

"I-I-I didn't mean for her to get so big, Tim! I'm just as surprised as you are!"

"Well? Then what happened?"

"I don't know! She gave me a sample of her blood, I asked her how much she weighed, and next thing I knew; she got huge! Based on my calculations; your little sister should have never grown so BIG! She never should have become any bigger than either of us!"

Tim and Steve then sat down to ponder their options and decide their next move.

Then a thought occurred to Tim. "By the way; how the heck did you get any of her blood? She's scared to death of needles and has no veins!"

"I didn't. She did. She already had a sample when we got to my Dad's lab!"

"Steve. Now think. This is really important. How do you know that it was her blood?"

Steve didn't. It didn't take long, however, for Tim to figure out whose blood it was.

 "OK! OK! Just make some GS for me so that I don't have to be afraid of her anymore!"

"I can't."

"What?!"

"I can't, Tim. I can't make anymore. The formula is gone and so are some of the key ingredients! I can't make anymore of either kind of GS."

Life for Tim could not be worse. Not only was his "little" sister suddenly his "big" sister but over the next few weeks she was also becoming very popular at school. She was literally head and shoulders above all of her Freshman classmates. However, when compared to the entire school; she was neither the tallest girl, nor even the strongest girl. She was, however, easily the bustiest! Taken as a whole; Tim's sister wore the best package of physical assets of any girl in the school. She had accomplished her goal of eclipsing Molly.

To Tim's chagrin, his sister's popularity soon extended to his teammates. Tim's little sister was no longer --"T-R-M" or "The Rabid Mop"; she was now simply -- "The Babe". She was still rabid; but guys didn't seem to notice that anymore. To Tim's ultimate horror -- several of the Varsity players insisted that she become ... a cheerleader!

For Tim's little sister the irony could not have been more delicious. She had spent her entire school life jealously scorning the "RAH-RAH-Retards". Now, no one could stuff the top of a cheerleader uniform like her!

It was not long before Tim had to endure watching his sister induce the stares, drool, and wolf whistles of every guy at every football game. Their team had a losing record but that did not matter. For most of the male spectators; watching the team was secondary to watching Tim's sister's sweater. It constantly and enticingly bounced throughout her very athletic routines. Thanks to their impressive size; there was not a bad seat in the house -- one could often see her breast bulges peek out at her sides -- even from behind.

Life at home was not unlike that at the 38^th parallel in Korea. Tim lived in constant fear that his sister would suddenly use her significant size advantage to his acute physical detriment. Strangely, their parents never said a word about what had happened to his sister. Equally strange was the fact that she never did anything to physically hurt Tim. This only made the situation all the more unbearable for Tim. He would rather that she just beat him up and get it over with. However, Tim's sister was too smart for that. She knew that if she did something overtly bad to Tim, then she would risk shifting her parents' sympathies from her to him.

Tim's sister never missed an opportunity to stand close to her brother and lord her superior size over him. She enjoyed standing toe to toe with him; thereby forcing his head and neck back. She would also occasionally hug her brother; something that her parent's thought was sweet but that Tim knew was anything but. ... It intimidated the heck out of him.

His sister also enjoyed "borrowing" Tim's shirts and sweatshirts. Tim's clothes were too small for her but; then again, she could not even begin to squeeze herself into her own old clothes. Tim's were just small enough now where she could achieve the right sexy effect for herself while, at the same time, ruin more and more of Tim's wardrobe for him.

In short: His sister's nonverbal messages were as clear to Tim as they were opaque to his parents.

Little by little Tim found himself assuming more and more of his sister's chores. This was partly do to extortion and partly do to the fact that she spent more and more time socializing. "The Babe" was becoming the most popular piece of equipment in the gym.

Tim tried to spend less and less time at home. Luckily, he was well liked by his friends' parents. Fortunately, spending more time at Rick's house meant more time around Molly. Unfortunately, spending more time at Rick's house also meant more time around Lauren. Molly had an active social life that often took her outside of her home -- Lauren did not.

One Saturday; while Tim was at Rick's house; his mother called home from the mall. Her car wouldn't start. Rick was very mechanical but did not have a license to drive. Molly could drive but did not know a monkey wrench from a wing nut. Their Mom asked that Molly drive Rick over to check out the car. She did not want to just get a ride home and have to leave the car there overnight. Given the size of Molly's car and the number of people involved; Tim was asked to stay with Lauren.

Tim actually did like Lauren ... in small doses. She was bright, sort of cute, and sweet. Tim felt sorry kind of sorry for Lauren. He understood how she felt. Tim could see the ironic parallels between Lauren's crush on him and his own crush on Molly. Both were unfulfilled. However, Molly's stunt in Chapter 5 did provide Tim with many nights of pleasant memories as he cowered from his own "little" sister.

Lauren seemed overjoyed that she was left alone with Tim. She started to refer to Tim as her "babysitter". Lauren, of course, was old enough not to really need a sitter but, she obviously enjoyed this game and of being submissive. What made it especially ridiculous for Tim was that they were only a year apart. Tim rolled his eyes and patiently, if not reluctantly, played along. However, he drew the line when he refused to pick her up and carry her in his arms. Physically, he would have no problem doing it; but it was just too "ridiculous" a notion.

Tim was then surprised when the "babysitter" game took a twist. Lauren started to go on and on about how she needed a babysitter at school too. Tim inquired as to what the heck she was talking about. Lauren got strangely quiet as she described to Tim how life in the Freshman class had become so troubled since his sister had suddenly and mysteriously "grown". She detailed the abuse and the bullying experienced by the other girls at the hands of his sister. She also described how no guy in her class would even look at a girl other than Tim's sister; and how they were so easily manipulated by her looks and saccharine charm. Tim was well aware of his sister's meanness and how it had usually been held in check because of her small size. He could well imagine that life in the Freshman class could be even worse than his own at home. At least at home his sister still respected/feared their parents. Supervision at their school was not nearly as thorough. Tim reassuringly placed his hand on her tiny, bony shoulder as he empathetically listened.

While Lauren continued her saga; the telephone rang. It was Steve. He was whispering very nervously.

"I'm up at the lab, Tim. You've got to get over here right away!"

"Why? What's up?"

"It's your sister! She tricked me into coming up here and now she wants me to make her some more GS!"

"No! You can't! Just tell her that you don't remember how and that you still don't have all of the ingredients!"

"I tried that! But, somehow she knew that they had come today ... she knew that I was lying!"

"Steve! Just get out of there!"

"I can't, Tim! She'll kill me!"

"If you help her get any bigger; she'll be able to kill you more easily than now anyway! Wait a minute! How the hell can you make more GS if you can't remember the formula for replicating the factors?"

"Your sister has it! She had it all along!"

"Shit! I'm on my way, Steve! Stall her!"

 Tim then turned to Lauren. She could tell that something had just upset him terribly. And, that in itself upset her.

 "I've got to go Lauren."

"I'm going too!"

"No! Please don't! You don't want to be there!"

Besides the potential danger to her; Tim had another reason for not letting her come. Hardly anyone, including Lauren, knew anything of GS and Tim wanted to keep it that way. Tim dashed out of the house and raced to the university.

Steve returned to the lab. He had ostensibly gone to the men's room. Tim's sister was obviously growing increasingly impatient.

"What the hell took you so long, Stevie?"

"Well, I had to find it first!"

"I believe it! You're not exactly hung like a mule, you know."

"I meant: I had to find the room! The one down here is out of order. I had to go up to the second floor to find another one."

 Steve continued with the preparation of the GS but in the most inefficient way possible. Tim's sister caught Steve sneaking peeks at her peaks and decided to encourage Steve's efforts with milk and honey instead of boisterousness.

 "Seriously, Steve. You know, I really enjoyed that night together on the floor over there."

"Yeah. ... Um ... Me too."

"Just imagine how much more fun you could have with these puppies if I became even ... bigger."

 Steve's hands started to shake as more and more blood was diverted to his small, but, engorging manhood.

 "Here Steve. Let me help you with that."

 She sauntered over to Steve; breasts at full wiggle and wobble.

 "I never really thanked you for what you've done for me."

"Oh! But you certainly did!"

"No, Steven. That night was nothing -- just wait -- I've learned a few things since then."

 Tim's sister then walked close behind the seated Steve. She then firmly, but gently, pressed her bountiful bust into the back of his neck as she reached her hands around in front of him. However, the drape of her shirt pulled her breasts down as she leaned further forward. This was not the effect that she wanted.

She decided to regroup. She then backed off a bit and pulled up on her shirt in order to give it more slack at bust level. She then pressed gently forward again: a little further this time. She continued to gently advance until Steve's head caused her big, bra-less bulges to separate a little. She then made a final push until his head was firmly cradled and each breast was resting on each of his shoulders. Steve's hands were really starting to shake.

"Comfortable, Steven?"

"WHAT??" he shouted. He could not hear her with his ears blissfully engulfed by sweater meat.

"Here let me help you." Lauren said as she gently used her hands to spread the top portion of her breasts; thereby opening some airflow to Steve's ears.

 "Steven, I asked if you were comfortable."

"Oh, ... goodness, ... YES!!" he exclaimed.

"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it for you, Steven."

"I r-r-really l-l-like it when you c-c-call me ... "Steven".

"Well, good. I'm just here to make you happy, Steven. Just think how much happier it can be for you once you finish this batch for me."

Steve froze.

"Don't be nervous." she continued. "Just enjoy the moment ... but be sure that you make enough."

 Steve began working at a frantic pace. Except for the occasional, unsuccessful attempts at turning his head he focused on the GS. Steve could feel every breath that Tim's sister took. He could feel the weight of her substantial mammaries pressing down on his very happy shoulders. He could also feel the warmth of her skin beneath the white, cotton shirt that now cradled and lined the back of his head -- from temple to temple.

Steve was nearing the final steps in the synthesis of the female GS when Tim began pounding on the laboratory door. Startled, his sister suddenly turned to face the door. She almost tore Steve's head off in the process. Steve fell onto the floor.

"Hurry! You've got to finish this stuff -- NOW!"

 Steve was too stunned to respond. His neck was killing him. He had obviously suffered a severe case of tit-lash.

Tim continued to try the door as his sister frantically searched Steve's papers for the final steps to the formula. It was all Greek to her, however. She had no idea what steps Steve had already completed or where to go from here.

Then as suddenly as it had started; Tim's pounding stopped. His sister froze; straining to hear what he might be up to now.

"Come on! Come on! You've got to finish this for me!"

"I can't move."

"That's no excuse! Come on!"

 She hoisted Steve off of the floor and planted him back into the lab stool.

 "Where'd you leave off??"

"Huh?"

"The GS! The GS! Where'd you leave off?"

"The last step." Steve groaned.

 Tim crashed through the nearest window just as his sister found the spot in the notes. Startled, she let go of Steve. The limp and barely coherent Steve collapsed to the floor.

 "Get away from me, brother dear!"

"I can't let you do it, Sis!"

"How're you gonna stop me; you little twerp!"

"You may be able to beat me up now; and you'll be able to beat me up after the GS is through with you; but..."

"But, what? ... Junior!"

"Steve told me how long you were frozen the last time you took this stuff. I'd have plenty of time to give you the antidote and undo ALL of the doses that you've ever taken. I can't wait to see you 4'2" again!"

 She knew that Tim was right. She would be completely vulnerable while she grew. However, she did not know that he was partially bluffing about an "antidote".

She knew that she would have to finish the formulation and then get out of there with it before she could drink any.

The two siblings were in a standoff of sorts. Tim carefully crept closer to the chemicals as his sister slowly backed further away with the two flasks.

After a few cautious steps; Tim figured that he was close enough to lunge forward and knock the stuff out of his sister's hand. As he prepared to lunge they heard the lab door open! Tim spun around in time to see Lauren bolt through it; keys in hand. (She had stopped off at Steve's house to grab Dr. Donaldson's keys.)

While Tim was momentarily distracted; his sister completed the last step; emptying the contents of one flask into another. She then discarded the empty flask toward Tim (at high speed). His sister then made a dash for the door. Unfortunately for her, she forgot about the pile of protoplasm, formerly known as Steve, which was on the floor in front of her. Tim lunged and ducked just as his sister tripped over Steve. Both watched anxiously as the flask hurtled away from them and towards. ... little Lauren.

Lauren never saw it coming. Crash!! GS was all over her hair, her little Rugby shirt, and her jeans. Lauren was knocked back and landed -- sitting -- on a lab bench that was perched against the wall.

Tim saw that Lauren seemed OK. She was propped up against the wall. However, he saw that his sister and Steve were pretty well tangled up with each other. He tried to unravel them but neither was able to cooperate. Tim didn't really see what had happened to Steve but he knew that his sister had probably hit her head either on one of the many closely spaced tables and stools. Both were "out" but breathing OK.

Tim carefully scooted over to Lauren. Glass shards were all over the floor. He helped his little friend to her feet. She seemed dazed but OK.

"My feet and legs feel like lead." she whispered.

"You're OK Lauren. Just relax."

"I don't feel so good. Am I gonna die?"

"No! What kind of talk is that? You just got hit on the head; that's all?"

"What's that god-awful smell, Tim?"

"Don't worry about it."

"No! Really! I don't want to die without at least getting one little kiss from you."

 Tim rolled his eyes and blushed but what could he do. He didn't want to tease her like Molly had done to him. Hell, for all Tim knew, maybe Lauren was dying. It was not comfortable; but it was not the time for games either. He gently pressed his lips against hers. To his surprise he found it to be remarkably pleasant! Tim then gazed at her. He then noticed, for the first time, that Lauren was actually, downright cute.

Lauren again passed out. Tim gently rested her on the lab bench and ran down the hall to get some smelling salts from the first aid kit. When he returned; Steve and his sister weren't stirring at all, just breathing. Lauren was still out. But, not for long; the pungent ammonia smell in the white capsules overcame the diminishing odor of the GS and she woke up. Tim helped her to her feet. She was a bit unsteady so he had to hold her close. Strangely, he noticed that Lauren was already completely dry. She also seemed heavier than when he had held her up just a few minutes ago.

"Can GS be absorbed through the skin?" Tim thought. Tim then noticed that little Lauren was slowly getting bigger and Bigger and BIGGER! Lauren, like his sister before, started off at 4'2". And, Lauren too, had been completely devoid of anything that even remotely resembled a chest ... until now!

Tim didn't know what to do! This was all new to him! Tim decided to use the nearest table to help him drag Lauren over to Steve in order to try to get his advice. It seemed like a simple enough plan but Lauren was essentially dead weight.

"Lauren! Lauren! Can you hear me?"

"Y-Yeah." she quietly groaned.

"You're going to be alright. You're going to be OK! You just have to help me get you over to Steve.

"I f-f-feel like I'm on f-f-ire, Tim."

 Tim tried; but it became apparent that he couldn't safely negotiate the strewn lab equipment and shattered glass. He held Lauren close and leaned back against the lab table. He could do nothing but support her as she continued to grow and Grow and GROW!

After a few moments; Tim could feel the mid-portion of the back of Lauren's head slowly creep up his chest. It wasn't long before it brushed past his chin; and then his nose.

Tim had no idea how big Lauren would become but, he decided that he would hold her and protect her as long as he could.

He remembered the conversation that he had had with Steve soon after his sister had taken the GS. Tim thought about the importance of dose as it related to body weight, chemical compatibility with the source, and the levels of hormones in the source at the time the sample was taken. Lauren threw all of that out of whack because she didn't drink it. Tim also could not assume that the source for this batch was again, Lauren's sister, Molly.

Tim could now feel Lauren's twig-like arms firm and thicken. Her shoulders also solidified as they slowly and steadily broadened. As she grew; Tim had to slowly readjust where he held onto her. He started out with his fingers locked together and his arms around her shoulders; but soon his arms were sliding down. Tim's forearms were soon embracing two small, breasts. He could feel them slowly and steadily swell beneath them. Forearms don't have such a great sense of touch, however. His arms were also starting to get a little too short to maintain his present arrangement. He'd have to change his position.

Tim was torn. He started the day respecting Lauren only as Rick's little sister. However, ever since they kissed and she started to grow; he was starting to have other feelings and motivations. Given her current helpless condition; he felt responsible to protect her, even from himself. Sometimes Tim wished that he did not have to deal with such conflicts of morals versus wants. Things would be so much easier if he was without a conscience: like his sister.

Tim leaned back against the lab table edge in order to help ease his burgeoning burden; and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, there appeared to Tim: a little angel that looked like Rick and a little devil that looked like his sister.

"What are you waiting for you gutless eunuch? Grab the breasts!" chided the little sister devil. (actually a redundancy)

"No! No! She's an innocent, helpless girl! Grab her by the waist!"

"Bullshit! You'll never get another chance like this! Grab those squash balls!"

"No! You'll never forgive yourself! Grab her waist!"

"Don't listen to that goody-two-shoes fairy of a Fairy! Grab those racquet balls!"

"Tim! Don't you dare! What would Rick and Molly think? Grab her waist!"

"Tim! You don't want to turn into a wussified feathered, wing-ding freak like him do you?"

Tim impressed that the real devil was much less vicious than his sister would have been.

"Tim! You might be able to cop a cheap thrill now but you'll never truly enjoy them until she willingly offers them to you!"

"So?? What's the problem? Enjoy now ... AND ... truly enjoy later!"

"If you do, she'll never trust you again, Tim! Wait 'till she's ready for you!"

"Yeah, but Tim, remember, if you wait for that; they won't actually be grooowwwing anymore. ... Will they?! So, hurry up and grab 'em!"

"NO!"

"Grab those baseballs! Grab them NOW! You're going to miss the best part! She's already starting to stretch her little shirt!!!!"

Tim's daydream(?) vanished with a start! The thighs and legs of Lauren's jeans had finally succumbed with a series of loud ripping and tearing sounds.

Tim now noticed that Lauren's shoulders were even with his own. Tim continued his supportive encircling embrace around Lauren's chest. He could feel the firm but enticingly soft breast-flesh expand against the wrists of his locked fingers. Her rhythmic breathing wonderfully accentuated the effect of her breasts' slow, steady expansion.

Tim was now losing ground to Lauren. She now had greater height and greater circumference than Tim did. Between her bulging back, arm, and chest muscles and her expanding breasts; Tim could no longer lock his fingers together.

He carefully unlocked his fingers and slipped each arm, one at a time, beneath Lauren's arms. Lauren then suddenly grabbed his hands in hers and firmly planted each of Tim's hands onto a breast.

In front of him Tim could hear a blissful sigh of contentment. Meanwhile, somewhere in the back of his mind, Tim could also hear an exuberant little voice shout, "Yesssss!".

The feeling was incredible! Lauren was not saying anything or moving much but; Tim was certainly delighted that Lauren was able to accomplish what she had just done!

At first Tim noticed that his palms barely covered Lauren's warm, firm, steadily swelling breasts. With each moment he could feel them distend more and more. He intensely monitored their steady expansion as they pushed further out from her chest and further across the surface of his hand.

After a few moments; Tim noticed the back of Lauren's head pass from his straight-ahead gaze. He estimated that Lauren was about a half-a-head taller than he was. And, ... she was still becoming bigger and bigger with every passing second. At this time; Tim also noticed that his entire hand could barely span each of her wonderfully bloated chest orbs. From wrist to finger tips; Tim's hands were now in tactile overdrive!

It was not long before Lauren's balance was becoming increasingly difficult for Tim to manage. She was now almost his sister's size. Tim estimated that Lauren easily outweighed him by sixty or so pounds. Lauren was partially aware of what was happening to her but was unable to do much.

Soon Lauren could feel Tim's support waning. It was harder and harder for him to maintain the position of his hands (a position that they both enjoyed so well). This was due in part to the fact that her chest muscles and breasts were still expanding more and more; and that his arms were not that long.

The problem was further complicated by the fact that; because she was growing taller and taller, her breasts were also getting further and further from the floor. That meant that Lauren's increasingly larger center of gravity was also getting increasingly higher relative to Tim's center of gravity. Lauren's incredible breast expansion also meant that her center of gravity was getting further and further out in front of Tim. In short, they were in danger of toppling forward and onto the floor.

Both Tim and Lauren recognized the potential problem. In her present quasi-catatonic state; Lauren most likely would be unable to protect herself if they fell forward. And, because Tim's arms were pinned under hers; he would not be able to protect the entangled pair either. Lauren was not so worried about the relatively much smaller Tim landing on top of her as she was concerned about the impact of her face into all of the glass scattered on the floor. As Lauren eased up on Tim's arms; he dropped them out of the way; she then spastically spun her body around 180 degrees. Tim caught Lauren as she folded over onto him.

"Now what?" Tim thought. He was really pinned back against the lab table now. Given their combined weight; Tim was glad that the two-foot wide table was solidly up against the wall. At least he wouldn't have to worry about it suddenly slipping backwards. Tim briefly imagined what if would be like to have the HUGE-Well-Built-Babe-formerly-known-as-Mini-Mop suddenly fall on top of him. He imagined that it would take more than all the king's horses and all the king's men to scrape him up off of the floor.

With Lauren still incapacitated, but now facing him; Tim had a new set of problems with which to deal. Relative to the 5'1", 99-pound Tim; cute "little" Lauren was gradually becoming absolutely monstrous! The top of Lauren's inseam was already at Tim's navel and was approaching whatever that little nubbin thing at the bottom of the front of one's rib cage is called. Her jeans were shredding more and more with each subsequent burst of growth. After a while, only the waistband remained intact.

Lauren's little Rugby shirt did not fair much better than her jeans. Back when Tim still had his hands on her ballooning breasts; he could feel the material become ever more taut. He could also hear the sound of cotton stretch as the material was pushed beyond "taut". Now that same exquisitely enlarged chest was mashed into the top of Tim's head.

Since Lauren first turned to face Tim; he had been supporting her by holding on to her waist with both hands and balancing her bust with the top of his head. They were fortunate that GS had rendered Lauren stiff and not floppy. Even though Tim had not absorbed any GS himself; its incredible effects on Lauren had indirectly rendered at least one part of him stiff; not floppy, too.

As Tim's neck strained under the increasing load; he recalled a scene >from "The Blob" in which the Blob oozed down onto some guy's head and then slowly engulfed it. Tim kind of felt like he was becoming slowly engulfed as Lauren expanded all around his him; but especially his head. The difference was; except for the physical pain in his neck, Tim was very happy to have her engulf the sides of his head like that.

Tim shifted his hands down to Lauren's hips. Her board-like abdomen was now too high up for him to support effectively. Tim marveled at how thick and solid Lauren's hips and thighs had become. Tim wanted to inspect them visually but because of the wonderfully effective obstacle created by Lauren's huge front porch; Tim had to settle for the Braille method.

Tim then heard a "THUD". He assumed that it was either Steve or his sister but, when he called over to them, there was no response. Tim then noticed that Lauren's weight had become remarkably less. He was puzzled. She got lighter and lighter. After a few moments she pressed against him with almost no weight at all! Tim slowly let go of Lauren's hips. She didn't move, she didn't fall, and she didn't crush his head. Tim ducked his head out from under Lauren's massive, firm breasts and looked around. Tim then carefully slipped out from under her.

 Gosh, she looked so huge to Tim. Lauren had grown so much and was now so much taller than Tim -- the crown of her head was leaning against the wall up behind where he had just been. Between that and the GS-induced stiffness of her muscles; Lauren was essentially an immense log leaning against a wall: self-supporting. She was a remarkable sight! For the first time since Lauren had surpassed him -- Tim could see all of her.

Tim stood in slack-jawed awe as he stared at Lauren. Lauren could not move her head much but she could see Tim out of the corner of her eye. She knew that she was growing but still had no idea of how much; i.e. how tall or big she had become. All she knew was that Tim looked "kind of short".

Tim marveled at what little was left of Lauren's jeans. He could see from the tag that they were boys, 20"x22" Levi's. Only the waistband was intact around her; and even that was getting a little "iffy". Lauren's jeans were now so small, relative to her legs, that they almost looked like she had shredded a pair of shorts instead of a pair of pants. The ruptured cuffs at the ends of the pants now ended around her knees!

Tim followed her fabulous form upward with his pair of boggled eyes. Lauren's tiny Rugby shirt looked like someone had painted it onto her.

RRRRRIIIIIP!! Tim flinched as her shirt suddenly split across her back and down both arms.

Tim could now see the rigid undulations of massive muscle that were generously bulging from her shoulders, back and arms.

After her rugby shirt exploded; the only thing preserving Lauren's modesty was the fact that the neck band still supported a flap of material which draped over the top half of her incredibly huge, bulbous breasts. It looked so preposterously small; it barely covered out to her nipples. Tim had no experience judging breast sizes. He knew for certain, however, that he had never seen breasts this large outside of "Ladybumps" "Wren's" or the "Breast Expansion Archive". He could tell that they were definitely much, much bigger than Molly's or his sister's. Tim estimated that each was at least as big as his head. And, they appeared to be swelling still larger!

Tim was apprehensive but wanted to confirm his suspicion about them still growing. Tim was very nervous because he did not know what Lauren would think of his plan. He gingerly cradled her right breast between his two hands. He was impressed by the heft and firmness of it and the velvety softness of its skin. Its incredibly seductive warmth soon melted his anxiety. It was not long before Tim could feel it gradually spread his hands apart. The sensation of feeling Lauren's breast engorge and swell was so sublime for Tim that a powerful force seemed to overcome him. For a few moments, he too was virtually frozen. Tim had already been quite excited for some time, however, it now seemed as if the same super-human expansion that was occurring in Lauren's breasts was briefly transferred to his own formerly bee-like equipment.

After the rush in his BVD's ebbed; Tim released her breast and took a moment to catch his breath. He then took a second to adjust his accoutrements. Tim was thrilled (and not ungrateful) about what had happened to him, however, right now he was much more interested in the many ongoing, wonderful changes that were occurring to Lauren's body than he was in the one that had just briefly occurred to his own.

Lauren was bent over a bit at the hips and waist so a true height comparison between the two of them was not possible. Tim guessed that she had to be about as tall as his 5'10" Dad.

Tim began to move behind Lauren. Her huge, thick back literally rippled with power. He had rarely seen any Varsity guys with a back as broad as Lauren's; certainly he had never seen a girl this big before. Tim stood closer in behind the statuesque and statue-like Lauren. Her legs were incredible! They were loooonnnnng, powerful and very shapely. Tim estimated that each of Lauren's thighs were about as big around as his waist.

Tim leaned into her solid, muscular, but wonderfully shapely buttocks and rested his chin gently onto the small of her back He recalled that Mini Mop had often been teased for having a very narrow, bird-like pelvis and bony hips. Tim could see that Lauren's beautiful buttocks were now wider than his own shoulder span. Tim then wrapped his arms as far around her powerful upper thighs as he could. He then cautiously set his palms upon their incredible bulky firmness, and sighed ... awed and content.

Before long; Lauren started to fuss. Tim could tell that something was bothering her but he could not see what it was. Tim was certainly concerned for her welfare; but he was also hoping that it wasn't something that he had done that was upsetting her. He didn't exactly have permission to examine her breast or thighs, or to lean on her like he did.

Lauren still did not seem to be able to talk very well. He climbed up onto the bench to see if she could perhaps whisper her concern to him. Tim then noticed that her hair was being pulled. The crown of her head was firmly pressed, by her entire body weight, against the wall. Because she was still so stiff; as her height continued to rise relative to the wall; the crown of her head slid against it. Tim would have to relieve the pressure in order to help her.

He slipped his body into the space between her right shoulder and the wall. The gap, which was the same width as her head and neck were long, was plenty big enough for Tim to maneuver. He then placed his back firmly against the cold, painted, cinder block wall. Tim also placed both hands onto her enormous right shoulder. He was deeply impressed by the fact that it was broader than his hand was long! Tim pushed forward as forcefully as he could. Nothing. Lauren was just too massive for him.

Tim contorted himself down and around so that he could look into her face. When he saw her pleading, soulful, blue eyes he knew that he just had to try again! He just had to help her. He tried again. He puussssshhhed as hard as he could. He didn't budge her much, or for very long but, it was enough.

Tim again looked into her face. He was so happy to see the relief reflected in her eyes. He then noticed her stiff, quivering lips pathetically trying to smile ... or ... maybe she was trying to pucker.

He couldn't just ignore her -- or them. It was a bit awkward; but Tim was able to again contort himself and managed to get his lips to meet hers. Tim decided that he could almost get used to this but still didn't feel all that comfortable about kissing his friend Rick's little sister. Tim could then hear Lauren whisper; "I-I'm scared. P-Please hug me some more."

Tim was eager to oblige her. He was also very relieved to learn that she was not angry that he had done it earlier. Tim jumped down off of the bench top. He actually briefly considered sliding down using Lauren's back but decided against it. As he resumed his previous position; Tim could hear Lauren give a contented sigh.

While standing behind her like that; Tim could sense that the top of Lauren's inseam now came up to about his own nipple line. Using his own height as a guide; Tim figured that Lauren must have about doubled her original 22" inseam. Tim changed his estimate of Lauren's overall height -- His cute little friend had to be significantly taller than his Dad. Little Lauren must now be a good six-foot ... or more.

Tim then heard Steve call over to him. He pecked Lauren on her right buttock and whispered, "I'll be right back Lauren". He then rushed over to Steve.

Steve was still lying on the floor but seemed OK. Tim's little sister appeared to still be out cold.

"What the heck happened, Tim?"

"Steve, you wouldn't believe me if I told you; so, ... I'll show you."

 Tim helped Steve to his feet. Steve was a little unsteady at first. Tim stabilized his friend and slowly turned him so that he could face Lauren.

"What the?!? Who the heck is that?!?"

"Lauren."

"Lauren? Rick's little sister?"

"Yep"

"Rick Stemple's little sister, Lauren?"

"Yeah! You know, Mini Mop!"

Despite her present condition; Tim could still see Lauren cringe at his utterance of that nickname.

The two walked over to Lauren.

Steve was flabbergasted! Lauren was his age but she sure didn't look like it now!

Lauren was relieved to hear that Steve was OK. However, she didn't appreciate the fact that they both seemed to spend much of the next several moments whispering behind her: out of range of her peripheral vision.

Tim then demonstrated to Steve how the length of Lauren's wonderful legs compared to him. Tim assumed that there would have been a change from a few minutes ago; but there was not. Lauren must have finally stopped growing; or at least, her legs were not getting any longer.

After Steve completed his own extremely invigorating visual survey; the two decided to get a broom and sweep up the glass.

"Alright you little maggots!" Steve and Tim both jumped. "I'm gonna fix you both for good for ruining my plans!" Tim's sister bellowed.

Before either of them could run; she had grabbed them both by their belts.

 "You two are first going to mix me up some more GS. Then you're each gonna watch as I pummel the shit out of the both of you! And, then, while you're helplessly lying in a heap; you can watch me grow even BIGGER; and then I'll pummel you again!!"

 All three of them were facing away from the front of the lab when Tim's little sister suddenly felt something grab the waist of her jeans from behind. "What the f-f-f...??!!" She released the boys and spun around just in time to bash her neck and face into two huge breasts. She literally bounced backwards from the rebound of her impact. Tim had been correct: Lauren had finally stopped growing. And now, not only was she unfrozen; she was boiling mad!

Lauren lost no time in again grabbing Tim's little sister again. She struggled but Lauren was just too big and powerful for her to break lose.

Tim and Steve were now extremely impressed by Lauren. Tim's sister had a good nine inches on him; and a good eight inches on Steve; but Lauren towered over her.

Tim noted that Lauren was bigger than his sister was in every way. She was not only taller; but she also had muscles that were bigger and much better defined. Lauren was proportionately leggier, like a model, than his sister. Lauren was also obviously much bustier. Tim estimated that Lauren's breasts had to be twice the size of his sisters. In Tim's mind; Lauren's face was also much, much cuter.

Tim's sister yielded to Lauren's powerful grasp. Standing there together; the two made a mighty impressive foursome; especially when you consider that it wasn't that long ago that they did not have so much as a microgram of breast tissue between them.

Tim cautiously walked up to his sister. "Well? What are we going to do with you?"

"F... off little brother! And, take Paula Bunyon here with you!"

"Now, you know that I can't trust you as far as I can throw you. I would, however, like to see how far your classmate, here, can throw you though."

"Ha! Ha! Very funny! Now, get her off of me!"

"Look. Here's the deal. We can't safely make you shrink back to normal but, Steve, here, is going to fix it so that you'll stay this size."

"Bullshit! You can't do that to me!"

"Actually, we can. I don�t know why you're so upset. You're already taller than average and certainly much bigger than you would ever have become on your own."

"Just being above average is not nearly good enough, Bucko! I want to be like Sequoia-girl, here. No matter what it takes!"

"Well, sorry. You can't. You see; Steve came up with a growth receptor blocker. It has a permanent effect. It will block GS, other artificial growth steroids, and the growth hormones that your own body might naturally make. That means you'll never get any taller and all of the exercise in the world won't make your muscles any bigger. So, you see, even if you do manage to get your hands on some GS some day; it won't ever work on you."

A little while later; Steve completed the growth receptor blocker. Steve and Lauren pinned her down while Tim forced the liquid down her throat. Steve cautioned her that it was absorbed instantly so trying to barf it up would only be a waste of puke.

Tim's little sister stormed out of the lab as soon as they released her. However, they all knew that she would not let things end where they were. The boys would still have to deal with her again someday. The only questions were -- "What would she try to do and when would she try to do it?"

Tim and Steve agreed to meet again tomorrow in order to work on some GS for Tim. Lauren could not get very far "wearing" her clothes. Because of how small and shredded as they were; they did not leave her much coverage.

Tim and Lauren decided to use Dr. Donaldson's key ring to get into the athletic center in the next building. Steve cleaned up his mess and left last.

Once they were inside the gym; Tim rummaged through the men's locker room. He was looking for some clothes that might fit Lauren. She hid in the coach's office. They both knew that there was no point in looking through the woman's locker room for anything her size.

Tim eventually put together a clean set of sweats for her. While she donned them; Tim could not help but to mentally review his incredible day. Lauren was certainly no longer the short, scrawny waif whose inner beauty he had ignored.

Tim liked big breasts and breast expansion. He also liked to surf the Amazon and Giantess sites. His favorite stories and art were those that contained female growth with subsequent comparisons to the newly overmatched guys. He had certainly enjoyed those fantasies, today, in real life! However, he began to fear that today would be his last chance to spend any time with Lauren. Once the rest of the world, particularly the male half, got a look at her; she would never have any more time for a small guy like him.

Lauren came out of the room wearing the sweats. They barely fit -- that made her look all the more unbelievably awesome! She walked over to Tim and sat on the bleachers beside him. He immediately stood up and asked her to do so too. He then placed himself directly in front of her so that he could make a couple of height comparison with her. Lauren seemed uncomfortable standing up straight with Tim somewhere down below in front of her. Tim, however, was becoming too aroused by the experience to really notice.

Lauren couldn't really see what Tim was up to while he stood in close to her front. Her hugely ballooned breasts eclipsed her view of him. Lauren couldn't see him but she soon could feel Tim's forehead and face gently press up into the bottom half of her incredibly ballooned bra-less bust. Tim then reappeared with a huge smile. He then ran to her side and asked her to rest her chin in her hand and then put that elbow on top of his head. Tim would have killed for a camera just then.

Tim then asked her to pick him up and cradle him in her arms. Lauren winced at the irony. Unlike Tim, however, who had refused her similar request at her house earlier; she obliged him. She seemed to be not enjoying this at all. Tim was!

Tim was disappointed when Lauren declined to join him in the weight room. He had so badly wanted to watch, and hopefully feel, her muscles in action.

So, instead, Tim took Lauren's considerably larger hand and led her to the doctor's scale that he had spotted across the gym. Tim was dying to know how tall she was and how much she weighed. Her much longer legs easily outpaced his as they strode across the wooden floor. He was completely fascinated by what his little friend had become. He mentioned that he wanted to eventually measure everything about her. Lauren seemed a bit reluctant, however. Tim had difficulty properly adjusting the measuring device on the doctor's scale because of the huge height differential between them. Lauren did it herself; but only after Tim requested. Tim did manage to work the scale without much difficulty.

Tim couldn't have been more thrilled. Lauren looked increasingly depressed. This dichotomy became even more apparent when Tim announced to Lauren that she was now 6'4" and weighed 250 pounds. This was certainly a far cry from her original 4'2" and 55 pounds.

He further pointed out that Lauren's growth spurt had changed their relative sizes from her being 11 inches shorter than him to her now being 15 inches taller! Tim also pointed out that the little friend who had once weighed about half of Tim's body weight had swelled up to 2.5 times his body weight. Tim was obviously jazzed by the comparisons. Lauren remained quiet.

They walked back over to the bench and sat down. Tim finally noticed that Lauren did not look very happy.

"What's wrong Lauren?"

"I finally got a good look at myself in the locker room earlier."

"Well, then you should be thrilled!"

"I'm not." she sadly intoned.

"OK. I'm sorry, Lauren. Why not?"

"I don't like being this BIG!" she sobbed.

"Why not? Most girls would kill to be as tall as you, or as big as you, or as busty as you."

"I'm not most girls; now am I, Tim?"

"Well, of course not. You're very special. You always have been."

"No! I'm not special! I'm a freak!"

"Lauren, you're not a freak."

"Then why are you treating me like one?"

"What?"

"Ever since we left the lab you've been measuring me; and testing me; and telling me how much you like the fact that I'm so huge now; but you've never even made any attempt to learn how I feel about what's happened!"

"I just assumed that you'd really like wearing such a big and incredible body."

"Why? Why would you assume that? Remember Tim, I didn't ask for this to happen."

"True but, you're cute, you're tall, and you have an incredible body! Face it Lauren; you're perfect! You're a huge, busty Amazon with a cute, little angelic face."

"Tim. If you think that I'm so "perfect" then why haven't you tried to kiss me since I've stopped growing?"

"Well, ... I didn't know if you'd let me."

"Baloney! You're lying! You really think that I'm a freak, Tim!"

"No. Really. I just assumed that as soon as I was through helping you find some clothes; you'd go off without me. I figured that by tomorrow you'd start looking for hunks more your size."

"I don't want to go looking for a guy! I don't feel attractive! This whole size thing makes me feel weird."

"Weird? What do you mean, Lauren?"

"Well, I used to really like the fact that you were always so much bigger than me. I would fantasize what it wold be like for you to pick me up and cradle me in your arms. I liked the fact that, when during those rare times when we would hug, I could press my cheek against your chest."

"See! I knew it! I knew that you'd want to go out and find yourself some big, bridge abutment type of guy now!"

"Tim, you didn't let me finish. ... I-I just never dreamed of it ever being the other way around. When you asked me to pick you up; I didn't want to. But, ... once I did it ... I got troubled by how it made me feel."

"How was that, Lauren?"

"I felt a surge of power! I felt kind of dominant. I had never felt that way about anything in my life. It was kind of a thrill."

"So, ... what's the bad part?"

"You don't understand, Tim. I also felt a flush of guilt wash over me as I held you because I suddenly realized how much bigger I was than you; and how much smaller you were than me. I could have done anything that I wanted to you. And, you wouldn't have been able to do anything about it."

"You were very gentle, Lauren."

"I'm not a mean person. I'm just not used to this feeling of physical superiority. I'm afraid that I'll grow to like it."

"Lauren, I've got to be honest; I'd be disappointed if you didn't, ... at least a little bit."

"Huh?"

"Lauren, some guys like the idea of being associated with, even dominated by, a larger, more powerful woman."

Lauren paused a moment and then coyly inquired, "Are you like that, Tim?".

Tim laughed excitedly. "Let me put it this way: having you grow so big while leaning against me will probably be the greatest thrill I'll ever have."

Lauren sat silent for a moment. Tim did not say a word either.

She then stood up and gave Tim a little Mona Lisa smile. She then leaned over Tim and in a purposefully lower toned voice whispered, "You think so, huh? ... Little Timmy."

Tim was a little surprised. "Well, let's not overdo it."

Lauren stood in front of the seated Tim and said, "Ok, sorry, Tim. BUT, if you care about me at all; AND you're sure that you really like me like this; then you're going to have to help me cope with it."

Tim mustered his most caring and sincere smile. "No problem, Lauren. Anything."

Lauren again stood silent for a few moments. Tim could tell that she had something on her mind.

"Tim, could you do me a little favor?"

"Sure, Lauren. What?"

"Just for a little while, just for today; could you call me ... "Mega Mop"?"

"Uh, sure. If you say so."

"I've hated "Mini Mop" so much that I might as well purge it out of my system."

"By the way, Mega Mop. "Timmy's" OK, but I'm not sure that I want to hear much "Little Timmy" at least ... not just yet."

Lauren then grabbed the still seated Tim and effortlessly stood him up. "Timmy, do you still want to go to the weight room?"

Tim and Lauren had the room to themselves. The entire gym was usually closed at this time on a Saturday evening. Lauren had never been in a weight room before now. Tim had to show her how the machines worked and how to properly do the exercises.

For his size, Tim could usually hold his own with his teammates in the weight room. Tim could not wait to jump in and continue making comparisons with Lauren. However, now that he knew her feelings, he did not want to push her too much.

Gradually, Tim and Lauren compared themselves in everything from leg press to bench press. Tim could bench press 140 pounds; about forty pounds more than his own body weight. Lauren could bench forty pounds more than her own weight too. But, she benched 290. Tim's favorite exercise was watching Lauren on the butterfly machine. He stared for minutes on end; watching her huge bust cyclically rise and fall with each effortless rep.

With time Lauren seemed a little more relaxed with their size difference. Tim sensed this and convinced Lauren to rip the sleeves off of her sweatshirt for the biceps curl. Tim enjoyed watching her do that exercise almost as much as the butterfly. Eventually, Lauren even let Tim clasp his hands on either side of her right biceps so that he could feel her power cycle through it.

When Tim went to the water fountain; Lauren grabbed him from behind and held him high over it. She then gently lowered his head into position.

Tim did whatever he could in order to see that Lauren's confidence and comfort level; with both her body and with him, continued to grow. He loved being a little boy toy to his cute, massive, incredibly stacked friend.

Eventually Lauren fully joined in the spirit of things. Tim was delighted! He decided to get her to help enact another of his Amazon fantasies. Tim asked her to hold an arm stiff out to the side from her shoulder so that he could do a pull-up using her forearm as the "bar". Tim knew that she would have no trouble supporting him. He knew it because he had noticed that she had had no trouble with much more weight than his own body weight of 99 pounds when she was doing lateral pull-ups earlier. While into his pull-ups; Lauren started to slowly raise and lower that arm as if to shake off an insect in slow motion. Tim hung on.

After a few dozen reps; Lauren announced that her shoulder was getting tired but that he could do a few more. She became curious about one aspect of their height difference. She wanted to see if Tim was doing the pull-ups with his knees bent or if he had enough ground clearance to keep them straight throughout each cycle. It was as he finished that Lauren first noticed the disproportionately large bulge in Tim's pants.

Lauren had liked Tim for a long time. However, she herself would occasionally giggle when the other girls would speak of Tim's reputation of being "kind of small where it counted". That did not seem to be the case from Lauren's present vantagepoint. She decided that she had to solve this apparent conflict of information. Lauren was far too shy to take a direct approach, however.

Tim was surprised when Lauren suggested that he spot her for some pushups. The catch was that Tim had to lie on the mat beneath her as she did them. Tim was game! Tim lied down on his back as leviathan Lauren slowly first straddled him and then assumed the position. There was not much clearance between Tim and her hugely bulged bosom. Tim certainly didn't mind!

As soon as she began to descend; her breasts pressed against Tim's chest. As she descended more; they began to squash and flatten a bit. Their considerable mass spread out in all directions as she continued lowering herself. Lauren moved down onto Tim very slowly. She had strategically aligned herself with two goals in mind. First, was that when she reached the lowest part of the pushup; her breasts would have spread enough upward to block his vision (and breathing!). The other was that she wanted to feel Tim's bulge press against her exposed stomach. It worked. Lauren loved the effect. Tim loved it even more!

Lauren decided to create a better, if not less subtle, opportunity to feel Tim's bulging manhood against her. It had been years since Tim had sat on top of anyone's shoulders. Once he was up there; Lauren immediately became convinced that the rumors about Tim were definitely wrong.

Tim eventually announced that he was exhausted. Lauren wasn't but was willing to quit anyway. She had obviously been working hard. Her sweats were soaked with perspiration. This allowed the front of the sweatshirt to cling wonderfully to her hugely ballooned breasts and the bottoms to cling to her massive, solid, and very powerful glutes and thighs.

Lauren announced that she was going to take a shower and suggested that Tim do the same.

They disappeared into their respective locker rooms. Tim was warming the water when he heard the door open. Tim wasn't supposed to be there and he had nowhere to hide. Even if he tried; he was too wet and would leave a trail of water right to him. Tim decided to just take the bull by the horns and get it over with.

"Hello. Who's there?"

Silence.

"I said, who's there?"

More silence.

"I know I'm not supposed to be her but, I'll be right out!"

"No. ... No, you won't, Little Timmy."

Tim gulped. "Lauren, is that you?"

"No. It's not Lauren. It's Mega Mop and I've come to make a clean sweep ... er ... mop ... of you."

 Tim froze, then scanned. Tim could overlook Lauren's messed-up metaphors but he still wanted to see what she was up to.

He could hear her moving but he could not see her in the shower mist. He strained his eyes and his ears. Tim then saw the overhead lights go off ... one bank at a time. They started at the door at the far end of the locker room and worked their way to the shower. Only one shower light remained lit --- the one directly above Tim.

Tim could then here loud, thumping footsteps getting closer. Actually, after a few of them it sounded more like someone thumping the end locker of each row as it was passed. Closer and closer the sound came towards him.

 "Come on Lauren! What are you doing?"

"I told you Timmy; I'm not Lauren. I'm Mega Mop."

"W-W-What do you want M-Mega Mop? Did you need some soap?"

"No, Timmy. In fact I've brought some with me."

"W-W-Why?"

"Mega Mop's here to ... um ... get you very clean."

 Tim was relieved that Lauren abandoned the idea of trying to use another metaphor; but he wasn't sure if he was enjoying her hide-and-seek game or not. Lauren was starting to worry him. He still couldn't see her through the mist.

 "Face the shower and start washing, Timmy." she commanded.

"Um, ... OK."

 Tim did as instructed. He nervously began to soap up.

Suddenly, he felt another bar of soap against his back. He jumped and spun around. All Tim could see was Lauren. She dominated his entire view. Goodness! She looked even bigger naked. Five foot one inch Tim slowly soaked up the entire view of the 6'4" 230 pound Lauren's beautifully tailored birthday suit. When his eyes finally met hers; she looked stern. Tim gulped!

But then, ... Lauren winked, ... and briefly smiled down at him. She then again made her face appear serious.

"Hello, little man."

"H-Hi M-Mega Mop."

Lauren slowly moved Tim back against the wall just to the side of the showerhead's flow. She pushed him solid against it with her body and then pushed in just a little bit more. She could feel the fore and crown areas of his head press more firmly against the underside of her breasts as she pushed forward. Lauren continued until Tim had no room. He was completely blocked in by her huge, muscular, and busty body. Pressed against Tim she could feel every contour of Tim's body pressing (weakly) back against hers. She could also feel something poking her in the leg. For his part; Tim felt totally awed as Lauren once again engulfed him.

 Soon, however, oxygen was becoming an issue for Tim. Lauren could feel him struggle.

"Did I scare you, Timmy?" she asked as she backed off a tiny little bit.

From beneath her gargantuan gazongas; Lauren could hear Tim's muffled response, "Geez, Lauren; ... I mean, ... Mega Mop; you sure did!"

"I'm sorry. Here, let me make it all better."

 Lauren then stepped back further, leaned forward, and kissed Tim on the forehead. As she did so her huge firm breasts swung forward and crashed into Tim. When she straightened back up; they bounced and jiggled like huge bowls of gelatin.

 "Did that help?"

"Well, yeah. A little."

 Lauren then leaned forward again and kissed Tim full on his lips. She took his breath away.

"Was that better?"

"Yes, a little better."

 Lauren then took a step back and took in the full view of Tim. Other than her brother, Rick, Lauren had never really seen a guy naked before. She noted that Tim was in good shape for a guy his size. She was especially intrigued by what she assumed had caused Tim's pants to bulge so impressively earlier and had apparently poked her in the leg just now.

"Tell me, Timmy..." she seductively cooed, "... are guys like turkeys?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean do those things pop up like that when you're done; like the ones that they put in a Christmas turkey."

Tim chuckled. He was not sure if she was serious or not. "No. Actually, Mega Mop. When it pops up; it means that I'm just getting ready to begin."

 Since Tim was playing along; Lauren decided that she was going to make the most of her act. She was a little naïve, but certainly not stupid. She knew what went where and why; she just didn't have any real hands-on experience. She again leaned forward to kiss Tim's lips.

Lauren then slowly kissed her way down the front of his neck, chest, and stomach. He placed his hands on her broad, powerful shoulders and gently pushed down. Tim didn't want her to stop. However, he assumed that she would stop at his waist.

As Tim expected, she paused there but to his surprise, she didn't stop there. Tim tensed as she gingerly kissed his tip and then grabbed him fully in her powerful hand. She then gave him a gentle squeeze. Tim was about to close his eyes in bliss when he noticed her eyes directly before his. She kissed his ear; gave a gentle little tug with her hand; and whispered, "Do you mind if I have a closer look at this?" Tim nervously nodded his permission. He wasn't all that experienced either.

Lauren then ducked down below again. Tim rested back against the warm, wet, shower wall. He couldn't believe the incredible feeling of pleasure that he experienced as her long, powerful fingers delicately walked up and down the shaft. She then gently stroked the side of the tip with her left index finger. As she did so; Lauren noticed a small amount of fluid. She paused.

Tim noticed the pause and opened his eyes in time to see hers twinkling eagerly once again before him.

"Hey! ... Little Timmy. ... Don't tell me that this is all I get. ... Is it?." While still half-squatting; Lauren then pressed her mammoth, left breast firmly into the right side of Tim's chest. Its surface area spanned most of his trunk. Meanwhile she brought her huge right arm directly in front of his nose. She then slowly contracted her bicep up into a massive, tremendously powerful mound while at the same time she whispered, "Please don't tell me that I've spent all afternoon doing all of this grooowwwwing just for you; and all I get in return is ... a ... little ... tiny ... drop."

Tim loved the way that Lauren said the word -- "growing". They both knew that it had all been an accident but he really liked this new twist. The truth itself was incredible enough for him; but the fantasy element that Lauren was apparently suggesting was even more erotic. The idea that she grew so huge just for him added a wonderful bit of extra seasoning to the experience. He hoped that Lauren would stay with it, ... even after today. Later, in retrospect, Tim would also wonder if maybe there had possibly been an element of foreshadowing in her comment.

Tim cleared his head and refocused again on reality. He then chuckled reassuringly and explained, "No, no, Mega Mop. Of course not! That's not all you get. That stuff's only there to give some lubrication."

Lauren nodded her apparent understanding; and went back down below to work.

A few moments later she was back up to Tim's eyes. "Why does it need lubrication?" she wondered.

Tim kissed her and explained, "It needs lubrication because you don't just stick it into something, let it sit there, and expect something to happen. It's not like sticking a meatloaf into an oven and setting a timer. You have to have a bunch of in and out motions. The lubrication makes it slide easier; otherwise it would hurt."

Lauren nodded and went back to the task in her hand. She tried to get a gentle, rhythmic motion started with her left hand but she just couldn't get the hang of it. She then asked Tim, "Honey, ..."

Tim's eyes widened with a combination of surprise, abject terror, and joy. "Did she just say, "Honey"??!" he thought to himself.

"... besides the obvious; is there another way that I can give you the ... um ... proper "in and out motions"?"

Tim correctly assumed that Lauren wanted to remain a virgin for at least the time being; so he listed every other option that he had ever heard of or could imagine. Two of them struck Lauren as downright disgusting. The one option that really intrigued her was a "breast job".

Because they were brand new; so huge, and hadn't really been used for anything practical yet; Lauren was more than eager to put them to work for her Honey.

Lauren attempted to bring her marvelous mountains down to Tim's level but it was too low and too awkward for her. Tim was no help. He thought that it would be fun for a while to just rest back against the shower wall and see what Lauren would come up with. Lauren tried and tried to get down to Tim's level but it simply was not working. She knew that she could always just lie down on her back. However, although it looked clean; she thought of the athletes foot fungus and plantar warts and spit that might still be down there and quickly scratched that option.

Without warning, Lauren's powerful hands grabbed each side of Tim's pelvis. She then hoisted him up. Way, way up! Up, until Tim's pelvis was level to her substantial stacks of firm, warm breast flesh. "I couldn't bring the mountains to you; so I brought you to the mountains." Lauren giggled proudly to an obviously startled (and overpowered) Tim.

Lauren gently set Tim's back against the smooth, wet wall again. He felt extremely excited by the vice-like force that Lauren was generating on either side of his pelvis in order to hold him securely in place. Lauren then lifted Tim a bit higher so that she could kiss him on the tip. Bang! ... She had struck Tim's head against the ceiling.

She looked up apologetically at Tim; gave her mighty shoulders a shrug; and kissed the tip as originally planned. All things considered; Tim certainly did not seem to mind the ceiling thing. Once kissed; she then lowered him a little until he was nestled gently, but firmly, within her colossal cleavage.

Tim was the most turned-on, luckiest guy in the world! He felt completely dominated as she then effortlessly lifted and lowered him over and over.

After a few up and down cycles; Lauren pressed her forehead forward into Tim's abdomen. She then quickly reached over and directed the shower stream toward the top of her breasts. She then again steadied Tim's pelvis with a powerful two-handed grasp.

Lauren soon had the hang of this. She knew exactly how much, and how quickly, to raise and lower her big little man. She continued raising and lowering Tim's entire body again and again and again ... !

Lauren was starting to become very excited by what she was doing ... and feeling. She had Tim totally surrounded by many pounds of warm, very sensitive flesh.

Given the incredible power of Lauren's huge body (amply demonstrated to Tim as she effortlessly and repeatedly lifted and lowered his body); and the pressure, warmth, and motion that he felt within the deep cleavage created by her massive mammaries; Tim could not hold back for long.

The actual event took Lauren by surprise. She froze.

Despite all of the water from the shower; she could still feel a sudden increase in warmth deep within her titty-Timmy-titty sandwich. And, much to her delight; she could also sense Tim's every quiver and pulsation as he spurted his special sauce into it.

Lauren's breasts shivered immediately after Tim's initial quiver. The feeling intensified with each of Tim's subsequent pulsations. Before long, the shiver grew and grew and soon swept throughout her entire body. It was like nothing that she had ever felt before! Lauren shivered so powerfully that Tim feared that she would either drop him, or crush him! It had really excited her!

Lauren pleaded for more but Tim was spent.

Lauren held their positions for several more moments so that she could revel in the afterglow of the incredible sensation that Tim had just given her. She then kissed his stomach and sighed very contently. Lauren then lifted Tim up and out of her cleavage and gently set him back down onto the shower floor.

Lauren appeared absolutely blissful as she stood there letting the shower stream rinse Tim's deposit out of her cavernous cleavage. Lauren noticed that it had a unique, but pleasant odor. She liked it.

As she promised when she first entered the men's shower; Lauren then washed Tim until he was "very clean".

Tim and Lauren gathered up their things. Tim walked Lauren home. Lauren would most likely have some explaining to do to her parents, brother, and Molly. They decided that it would be less complicated if she did it by herself. Lauren knelt down to kiss Tim goodbye. After she stood again, and before he headed for home; Tim looked up at his huge Honey and asked Lauren how she would feel if -- after tomorrow -- they were the same size.

At first Lauren didn't say a word, however, she did manage to answer his question anyway. -- She effortlessly scooped Tim's body up into her mighty arms and gently mashed his face into her firm, massive mounds. Lauren then sighed softly into his ear, "It would certainly change how we do ... some things. ... Don't you think, Timmy?"

Tim wasted no time in calling Steve as soon as he arrived home. He told Steve that he wanted to cancel their lab appointment tomorrow. Steve knew enough about his friend not to ask questions.

Given what he had done to his sister earlier in the day; and given their respective sizes; Tim would normally have had to worry about some possible retribution. However, before Tim left her; Lauren wrote a note for Tim to give to his sister.

Lauren's note was as short and to the point as it was potentially ominous: