Little Hillary and Ms. Hyde By Hunter S. Creek A little girl who discovers a way to become a, gulp, big girl Disclaimer notice: The following is a story about a little girl who discovers a way to become a, gulp, big girl. It involves growth, B.E., revenge, and the usual batch of stereotypical junior high school students. Rather than dwelling on explicit sex; the story leaves that to one’s own imagination. The story spends most of its time with some plot and character development (some pun intended); descriptions of the B.E.; how B.E. effects her; and how she learns to use it (and how it uses her). If you are under 18, feel that it might be illegal for you to read such material, do not like B.E., or do not appreciate B.E. without graphic sex or violence then, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you do read it, then I hope that you enjoy it. This is my first B.E. story so constructive feedback is welcome. Thanks, Hunter “Little Hillary and Ms. Hyde” By Hunter S. Creek © August 1997 Chapter 1: A Lousy Day Thirteen year old Hillary Jeckyll was crushed! All she could do was lean against her locker door and fight back the tears. The object of Hillary’s affection had just informed her that he could not take her to the Junior High Dance because he had already asked her sister: her younger sister, Becky. Hillary had planned her speech to Darren for days. She had never before asked a boy to or for anything. The way she felt now, she would probably never do so again. Hillary had not expected this. She thought that she knew Darren better. She thought that she knew her sister better too! She never saw it coming. Seating in their classes was always arranged alphabetically; Darren sat across the aisle to Hillary’s left in almost every class since the fourth grade. He was an early bloomer. Over the last year she watched him grow from a cute, skinny little runt into a tall hunk. Conversely, Darren has had nothing to watch on his right. Hillary remained a scrawny stick, topped by a very cute face: a very expressive face that was framed by blonde hair and punctuated by huge blue eyes. Hillary and Darren had always been friends. Lately, however, she hoped for more from him. Unfortunately for Hillary, so did every other girl in her class. It was not always like that. When Darren first transferred to Silicone Hills High, Hillary was the only one who befriended him. The other kids were a bit stiff and preferred to stay in their little cliques. Hillary felt sorry for him. At the time, she was one of the most popular kids in the class. She was cute and smart and funny. Over the next few years, however, the other girls developed more tangible assets: assets that were definitely more proficient at garnering attention, especially from boys. Darren would never forget Hillary’s kindness. He was also genuinely flattered by her invitation but, in his mind she would always be his friend. “Agggh”, she groaned, “life is so unfair!” Off she stumbled down the hall, blinded by tears. Becky was already on the bus when Hillary boarded. Becky was easy to spot. She was the well-built, redhead in the back holding court for a gaggle of pubescent boys. Hillary did not want to be anywhere near Becky just now, maybe not ever! Hillary just settled back against the green leatherette seat and daydreamed out the smudgy window. “Why Becky?” she whimpered to herself. Actually the answer to that question could be readily answered with even the briefest of glances. Becky was a babe; even by high school standards. Needless to say the junior high crowd had no peer. Hillary thought about last spring when she and Becky were the same size and started sharing clothes. That arrangement came to a quick end, however, when Becky’s hormones suddenly kicked-in to overdrive. Over the course of the spring semester and summer vacation, Becky’s body blossomed quickly and very noticeably. Her eleven year old, 4’8”, 26-22- 26, 70 pound frame transformed into a twelve year old 5’4”, 36C-22-32, 105 pound chassis d’extaordinaire. “And she is probably still growing!” thought Hillary. It was bad enough that Becky could now terrorize both her and her best friend, Laurie. What if Becky kept growing and we didn’t? “Why couldn’t I take after Mom?” she sniffled. “I got Dad’s brains and Becky got Mom’s body. Couldn’t the genes have been divided a bit more evenly?” Unfortunately, as Becky’s bust swelled, so did her ego. Hillary couldn’t help but, again pang from the irony. Hillary had always been the popular “big sister” whereas Becky had typically struggled in school and with friendships. Becky had always looked- up to Hillary but, now the roles were reversed; both physically and metaphorically; especially physically. The worst illustration of this fact was again about to present itself to Hillary. As they approached their house Becky waited for Hillary to get off first. Becky waited in the aisle for Hillary to get out of her seat. “Hi sis, anything big happen today?” Becky chirped. Hillary stood up and turned to face Becky armed with an especially well-barbed retort but, instead encountered a T-shirt full of sweater meat. Hillary then looked up, “hey, that’s my T-shirt! What are you doing with it? Why did you cut it like that?” Becky just smiled. “I didn’t think that you’d mind. Besides, I thought that you hated this shirt”, she said. Hillary did hate it. To her it symbolized the biggest injustice in her life. It was a black T-shirt with two strategically placed pictures of sunny-side-up eggs. On Hillary the shirt was a sad statement of the obvious but, stretched across Becky’s front porch, it was 3-D irony. Hillary ran down the sidewalk and into the house. In contrast Becky sauntered slowly away. She turned around to face the bus and waved her arm high over her head to bid “good-bye” to her fan club. As she did so she accidentally underestimated the size discrepancy between her chest and Hillary’s cropped shirt. It was soon obvious that it was a little too cropped. Again and again, with each wave, Becky gave the boys a hint of the amazing things that hormones could do for a young lass. Chapter 2: A Better Night That night Hillary planned to spend another Friday alone in front of the computer. Becky, of course had better plans. Hillary could hear a car roar up to the front of the house. She peeked through the blinds to watch Becky bounce down the walk and out to a Jaguar. It was just too much for her. “I would give anything to look like her”, she whimpered. Her mom then knocked on the door and entered with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Her mom was of course very saddened by the sight of her daughter slumped in front of the keyboard weeping. Mrs. Jeckyll was very close to both of her daughters. Especially since her husband disappeared years ago. She tried to be a mom, a role model, a pal and a father to both. Hillary loved her mom but also knew that she could not really relate to her particular problem. Mrs. Jeckyll had been a knockout since she was eleven. She was always very popular and could have any guy that she wanted. She chose their father from a cast of thousands. And why not! He was an accomplished lady’s man who was also on his way to becoming a brilliant Professor of Biochemistry. Mrs. Jeckyll was much better with helping Becky deal with admirers than with helping Hillary attract them. No matter how hard she tried Mrs. Jeckyll didn’t know what to say and always ended with the same line: “Don’t worry there are lots of guys who will love you for the special person that you are, you just don’t find many of them in the “...” grade”. Tonight, however, Mrs. Jeckyll ended with “You’re probably just a late bloomer, your body will wake-up soon enough, sometimes it just takes time”. That thought echoed in Hillary’s mind while she perused some of the old, archived files in the family’s obsolete 8086 computer. It had been her dad’s. No one had booted it in years. She wanted to look for any of the old games that she remembered playing when she was younger. She and her dad often battled the fuzzy, low resolution Zombies that inhabited an entire megabyte of the 20 meg hard drive inside the clunky IBM machine. Of course, that was once state-of-the-art! As she opened one file after another she noticed a few of her dad’s old work-related files. Most described the chemistry and bioengineering experiments that had made him famous. Some she had remembered because she had helped him. Others were now new to her. A rather lengthy file described an experiment that would reveal and enhance the hidden potential in animals. She knew that this had been his last project. It made her sad to think about that time in their lives. He had just accepted a full professorship and was about to demonstrate the results of this project when he disappeared. His whereabouts are still unknown. It was assumed that he was going to test it one last time before the lecture and that, something went wrong. When they sifted through the charred remains of his lab on the third floor of the chemistry building they only found one body. It was not his. It was the corpse of a man much larger than Dr. Jeckyll was. The features were unrecognizable and a positive identification was never made. Both mysteries remain to this day. Hillary read the experiments and realized that Dr. Jeckyll’s work had progressed much farther than she had expected. She also learned, partially, what really happened to their pet monkey, Kong. “He did it!’ she exclaimed. “He pulled it off but, no one knew”! Page after electronic page detailed how he had been able to change the personalities of various animals by enhancing certain characteristics. On Kong he tried to take the next step and change his physical characteristics. The final results were not in the paper. “I’ll bet it worked”, she thought. “I thought that that new gorilla at the zoo looked an awful lot like Kong; and he arrived just after Kong disappeared”! She figured that the final results of Kong’s experiment were probably still in Dr. Jeckyll’s lab. She had to find out. Mrs. Jeckyll said goodnight and of course, Becky was not yet home. It was only 11 PM. Becky would often stay out all night, and she almost never returned with the same guy with whom she had left. “Little tramp!” Hillary scowled. Hillary crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. The door to the cellar was open but, the stairs squeaked so she had to be careful. The lab was in the east half of the cellar behind a locked door. Neither Hillary nor Becky had been inside since their mom had locked it years ago. Mrs. Jeckyll deemed it, “too dangerous”, because all of Dr. Jeckyll’s chemicals were still in place. It would have cost far too much to have the HazMat Team from the state remove them, so Mrs. Jeckyll decided to just ignore the room, its contents, and its memories. Hillary made it down the stairs and palpated along the wall for the light switch. She never did like the basement. It was big, dark, and damp. Without the overhead light, the small casement windows molded eerie shadows from the shafts of light generated by the halogen lamp in Mr. Thorndyke’s yard. Hillary could hear Thorndyke’s dog outside but she was too short to see him through the window. “Finally, I’d love to know who installed that damn switch so high up!” With the light finally beating back the shadows Hillary set to work. She picked the lock to the thick maple door. Once accomplished she took a deep breath and entered. She was surprised to find that the room was already lit. She had forgotten that all of the basement lights were on the same switch. The room was a mess! Bottles, papers, and empty cages of varying sizes were everywhere. She looked around and zeroed-in on the notebook in the corner rack of Dr. Jeckyll’s desk. The desk was in the corner across the room. The center of the room was dominated by a huge oak workbench that was covered with bottles, beakers, Erlenmeyer flasks, coils of glass tubing, and Bunsen burners. The notebook was dusty and each turn of a page provoked a cloud of dust and a sneeze. She found several references to Kong but, no final outcome. Tucked in the back, however, was an un-cashed check from the Zoo for $500.00. Apparently little fifteen- pound Kong had been subjected to a dose of the formula marked only as “More”, and then ended up in the zoo the size of a 400 pound gorilla. “Wow”, she thought. “I wonder if the body of the linebacker-type found in Dad’s lab was really Dad”? “Was his demonstration to the scientific congress going to be of himself”? “It worked but, the explosion and fire killed him before he could prove it”! Just then Hillary could hear a car roar up. She could not see out the windows in the lab but could hear Becky. “Becky”, she thought, “back from another great night just because she grew up and out so well”. Hillary was blind with jealousy. “Well, if I was built more like Becky, I would have a date every night too”! “That’s it”! “More like Becky”! “It worked on Kong, and Dad why not me”? Chapter 3: Hillary’s Big Decision She gleaned over rack after rack looking for “More”. She found chemical after chemical of every description including one labeled “Less”. Then there, in an old, gallon-sized, brown glass bottle was “More”. There was almost two quarts left in the dusty jug. Based on the notes, she calculated that she would probably need 20cc or four teaspoons to provoke a significant change. She twisted the cap, wiped off a spoon, and downed the first. “Yucccchhhh”! “ I hope that this stuff hasn’t spoiled or decomposed”! She quickly downed the next three and wished that she had had a chaser. She then sat and waited. Nothing in the notes indicated anything about the timing. She was a little concerned because she knew that she had to be out of the basement by 7 AM. That was when her mom would wake-up. Hillary didn’t want Mrs. Jeckyll to know about her nocturnal activities. She could hear Becky rooting around in the hall closet and then head for the kitchen. “Oh no”, she’ll see the basement light”! Hillary suddenly felt light-headed. She wanted to run to the switch but, couldn’t. Meanwhile Becky noted the light. She was scared to death of the basement and never went down there. Becky solved the problem with a well-aimed kitchen towel. “Click!” -- and Hillary was in darkness. The light-headedness seemed to sweep over Hillary like a warm but, smothering blanket. She trembled and shook amongst the eerie shadows that had reclaimed the entire basement. She was scared! She was also experiencing a growing, painful ecstasy. Her thighs and calves cramped terribly. Her little, boy-like buttocks were on fire. The worst, however, was her chest. She gasped for breath as a vice-like pressure mounted on her sternum. The discomfort in her buttocks stopped but, not the feeling in her legs. She could feel the cuff of her jeans begin to ride up her stork-like legs. Higher and higher they rose as her legs grew and grew, longer and longer. She didn’t notice right away because of the pain but now she perceived that her shadow was different. “Oh, no!” I’ve got a pair of stilts for legs”. Amongst the twisted shadows she could see that her once stork-like legs were now more giraffe-like. Now she was in pain AND horrified. “I look like a freak”. Soon, however, that portion of her legs that were still contained within the jeans became tight: as did her butt. Her jeans were getting too tight! She had started to fill-out! The cuff and seam of one pant leg split ... and ... then, ... the other. She leaned over in pain and noticed that the bench top was no longer even with her navel but, with her upper thigh! The pain in her chest then abated as a feeling of ecstasy swept over her. She could feel a strange power well up within the nubbins that had long cruelly substituted for the breasts that she had always wanted. They began to swell and Swell and SWELL! Nubbins soon grew into molehills. A’s swelled to AA’s which quickly grew to B’s. Her extra-small tennis shirt slowly started to fill. She was delighted! And getting horny! Looking over at her shadow she could almost make out the bulge in her thorax atop her long, nicely muscled gams and shapely butt. Within moments the burgeoning bulge was not at all hard to notice in the shadows. As her B’s bulged to C’s her shirt felt confining. “I’m the same size as Becky!” she thought. As her C’s expanded to D’s, the shirt was getting snug. “I’m the same size as Mom”! When the D’s ballooned to DD’s, it was downright tight and the lonely button at the top was put to the test! Moreover, her shirt quietly began to un-tuck itself from the front of her tattered jeans. “How big am I going to get”? Chapter 4: Hilly Her question was soon answered. She shuffled over to the window and could see a car cruising up and down the street. It was the Jag. Richard was the one that had picked-up Becky earlier that evening. He was probably planning either to catch a glimpse of Becky in her window as she dressed; or was gathering courage to talk to her. No matter! Hillary had a plan of her own. Hillary closed the lab’s door and stumbled over to the stairs. She tried to ascend them but was having a bit of trouble adjusting to her height and more anterior weight distribution. After a few moments she got the hang of it and crept and jiggled her way up the stairs and into the kitchen. Hillary’s increased weight made the stairs creak a bit louder than usual but no one heard her. At the last step she tripped but caught herself by grabbing the top of the doorway with her right hand. In the kitchen Hillary finally got a look at herself. She certainly no longer needed a stool to see herself in the reflection in the window over the sink. She was a sight! Her jeans were in shreds below her butt revealing two incredibly long and shapely legs. Her taut, flat stomach was uncovered, as was the bottom portion of her E- sized breasts. The rest of her tennis shirt was stuffed to capacity. Her hair was longer and lighter. Her face too, looked slightly different. Her cute features were enhanced by higher cheekbones. The bottle was right; it had given her more of everything. Richard was still cruising in the street. Hillary sliced off the tattered, lower portion of her jeans with a paring knife. This left her with really short, shorts, which exposed just a hint of a butt that was now hard enough to crack walnuts. Luckily, her tennis shoes still fit. Hillary decided to have some fun with Richard and maybe with Becky. She left the kitchen via the back door and climbed the back fence. Richard had never really met Hillary but, she knew who he was. Hillary will never forget the night that the sixteen year old rich boy first came to pick up twelve year old Becky. Mrs. Jeckyll almost stroked. He was basically a microcephalic mouth-breather but Hillary thought that he was cute. She also liked the fact that he was 5’10” and played varsity football. As Hillary turned the corner back onto her street she noticed Richard’s car coming her way. She froze. “Do I really want to go through with this?” she thought. “Was this worth making Becky jealous? It sure was!” Besides, More had made her horny as hell! As she pondered, she happened to be standing in profile. Richard did not miss a beat. “Who the hell is that?” he thought. As he sped toward her, Hillary knew that she was committed. Richard stopped the car and sprang over to the leggy, busty goddess. “Hey babe!” he shmoozed, “what’s a fox like you doing out here at this hour?” Hillary did not know what to say. This was all new for her. “Geez!” she thought, “he looks so cool standing there in those jeans and T-shirt”. “I’m bored and looking for some fun”, she said. “Well, I’m fun, come here”, he demanded. Hillary slowly strutted over to Richard. He was now leaning back against the hood. She took her time, both for effect and for balance. She knew that if he was interested in Becky, then he was a tit man; and she was going to give him some time to stew in the view. As he watched her wobble toward him he got really horny. To make matters worse, Becky apparently had left him with a dreaded case of semen build-up. Hillary stopped directly in front of him. His eyes were transfixed straight ahead at the jiggling joy mounds. When he stood up it was the first time that Hillary noticed how tall she had become. They could look at each other square in the eye but, instead, quickly settled their glances onto other, more prominent anatomical landmarks. “I’m Richard but, my friends call me, “Dick”. Even in the shadows, Hillary could appreciate why. She then started to shift her stance nervously; creating rhythmic waves of tit-flesh. “I’m”, geez should I tell him my real name, “Hillary”. “Let me guess, your friends call you “Hilly”, he said. Actually Hillary had never been called that but, she liked it! Hillary nervously tugged on the bottom of her shirt. That was the last straw. The solitary button at the top finally escaped the strain. The experience of popping a button with her impressive, bulky bust really got her hot. It was a fantasy come true; and made her incredibly horny. It certainly did a lot for Dick’s namesake too! Hilly wanted him now! She aimed the cleavage exposing gap directly at Richard’s nose; arched her back; and breathlessly moaned, “yeah, Hilly”. Dick could hardly contain himself. “Well Hilly, when I see a girl as big as you I do not believe in small talk”. With that they embraced. Dick had never fondled breasts so big and firm nor an ass so compact and tight. Hillary had never been fondled, period. They squeezed into the Jag and explored into the night. Before sunrise Hilly crept out of the car and into her bed. “I had better get some sleep”, she thought, “I have a big day ahead of me”. Chapter 5: Hillary’s First Morning After That morning Mrs. Jeckyll decided to surprise her daughters with a nice Saturday breakfast in bed. Hillary did not hear her until she had already entered the room and awoke with a start. She was not ready for her mom to see “Hilly”. She twisted herself in the blanket and pulled it tight to her neck. “Oh, no!” Hillary suddenly realized that she had nothing to fear. Hilly was gone. She was Hillary again! She tried to behave as if nothing was bothering her but, it was difficult to say the least. Mrs. Jeckyll was in a chatty mood and just did not seem to ever leave. Hillary’s mind raced in a combination of bitter disappointment and confusion. “Had I dreamed it all?” she thought. “It seemed so real! It seemed so wonderful!” Just as Hillary was about to resign herself to the fact that it had all been a dream, her Mom inquired as to how her jeans had become torn. She also assured Hillary that she would replace the button on the tennis shirt tossed on the floor. “It wasn’t a dream! My God, it really happened! But, what happened to my huge bust and fabulous legs?” Hillary assumed that More was not permanent or that she just did not take enough of it. “But Kong is still in the zoo and he still weighs 400 pounds. More must somehow at least have the potential for permanence! Hillary decided that she would have to investigate further. She enjoyed last night’s results far too much to have them linger as only a memory. Mrs. Jeckyll announced that she was taking Becky shopping for most of the day and then going to a movie with her friends. Hillary also knew that Becky had, of course, made another date for that night. “Perfect”, Hillary thought, “I’ll have the house to myself”. Hillary anxiously awaited their departure and then scampered down into the lab. It was much less intimidating in the daytime. The little windows had to be covered, however. The last thing she wanted was for Mr. or Mrs. Thorndyke to see her in the lab as they gardened about outside of the windows. After securing the windows she set to work. The hours flipped by slowly with the old pages before her. There was no mention anywhere about a problem with the longevity of the formula’s effects. Hillary assumed that time might have simply eroded More’s potency. If she could find a way to stabilize it, or to make a new batch, she could be Hilly permanently! The memories of last night burned in her sharp mind and in her moistening vagina. It was almost 8 PM and she was alone in a dark cellar lab with men on her mind but none in her life. “I could easily change that”, she thought. “If four teaspoons could make me grow to about 5’10” and 40E, I wonder what five will do for me”? “Paper research will just have to take a back seat to fieldwork for the rest of tonight!” she decided. This time she was prepared. She quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a special, large T-shirt that she had just purchased. She was a strange sight as the huge shirt draped over her 4’10”, featureless body. As she downed the first of the five vile tasting teaspoons she realized that she had forgotten the chaser. “Next time”, she thought. After a few minutes it started again. First her legs slowly lengthened. Longer and longer they grew, stretching out further and further. As Hillary leaned over the bench in pain she could feel it become lower and lower relative to her torso. As her legs reached their maximum length she could again feel them start to fill-out. She delighted at the feeling of raw power that swelled through them as they muscled. The vice-like pressure soon welled within her chest and her tiny nipples slowly started their journey outwards, away from her chest and into the T-shirt. As they grew larger and Larger and LARGER she could feel her nipples push outwards along the inside surface of the shirt. The shirt felt wonderful against them as it rode further and further up and out. The feeling was accentuated even more as the shirt filled. The increasing pressure stroking against them brought her to the edge of orgasm. The exquisite pleasure caused her to hyperventilate. This only served to make her EE’s jiggle and rub all the more. Wave after orgasmic wave enveloped Hilly; she was in heaven. She could feel her juices moisten her shorts and trickle toward her feet. It was a long way. Chapter 6: Hilly Steps Out After finally gaining control of herself, she dashed up to her room to change her panties and shorts. She took a long look at herself in the mirror. “The boys won’t stand a chance”, she thought, as she strutted and posed. For a moment she thought that she might need to buy some bras but, her new tits were so firm that they didn’t sag. She tried to tuck-in the bottom of her shirt but, there was no use. Every time she took a breath her shirt would spring free from the shorts; and again, her abs would become exposed. She decided that if she were ever to get a handle on More then, she had better start to take a bit more of a scientific attitude. She decided to start by quantifying the results thus far: Baseline: 4’8”, 75 #’s, 26(no cup size)-22-26. 4 Tsp.: 5’10”, ?” inseam, ? #’s, approximately 40E-22-34, horny 5 Tsp.: 5’11”, 40” inseam, 130 #’s, 42EE-22-36, very horny. It was almost 9 PM and she needed a man! She decided to head over to Vinnie’s Place. She had heard about it in school and had been there once. It was “the” place for the school’s “in-crowd”, especially on a weekend. As Hilly approached the dimly lit front door she could see a fairly large crowd inside. The building was originally an old hotel with a beautifully ornate bar on the first floor. It had been abandoned for almost 30 years before Vinnie Martucci decided that it would make a great alcohol-free party palace for teens. He renovated the kitchen and dining room and converted the bar into a soda fountain. He did a great business. She didn’t know what, if anything; he had done with the rooms up on the other two floors. She peered in through the window for several minutes. Hilly was looking for anyone that she might not want to encounter. More had certainly drastically changed her body but her face was only a bit different. The blonde hair was blonder, and her cheekbones were higher. Her lips were fuller. Her blue eyes were deeper. She was fairly confident that only someone who knew Hillary well would recognize her in Hilly. From what little Hilly knew about guys, no one would probably spend much time looking at her face anyway. Hilly opened the glass door and strolled inside. Needless to say, it did not take long for her to become noticed. Within minutes she was surrounded by dozens of pre-, peri-, and post-pubescent guys. Half of them couldn’t take their eyes off of her extraordinary gams and ass. The other half stood and stared slack-jawed: mesmerized by every breath that stirred and bobbed within her bulging shirt. When one of them finally gathered the wherewithal to inquire as to her name, she coyly pointed to the printing on the front of her shirt. Stretched tautly across the front of the black T-shirt was a single white lettered word: “Hilly”. Hilly was enjoying every minute of it. As the hours passed her fan club grew. Meanwhile the “We Hate Hilly” group also grew. The cheerleader-types were not in the habit of being left alone nor of being jealous. There would be hell to pay! At about midnight Hilly noticed Becky enter with Darren. She panicked. Should she disappear or try to keep a low profile. The second option was not really an option given the crowd around her. She decided instead to take the bull by the horns. Whether Darren would recognize her of not, she could extract a bit of revenge on her sister. Hilly noticed where they sat and waited for Darren to fetch them some food. When Darren did finally walk over to the bar, Hilly made her way for him. He seemed a bit distracted as she approached him from behind. Hilly slid up to the bar and leaned over it next to him. “A penny for your thoughts”, she purred. Darren slowly looked up and over toward the voice. He was not in a great mood because he had been getting the feeling that Becky was about to dump him for the night. What he saw, however, changed his spirits considerably. “Hi. I’m Hilly!” “I can see that!” Darren gasped. He was completely stunned by the divine apparition before him. She blushed and turned her head. Although Hilly could effortlessly command a crowd of strangers, Hillary was downright shy and self-conscious with Darren. She really liked Darren. The others were objects for Hilly’s amusement. Darren was someone that Hillary admired and respected. He had really hurt her yesterday, but she also knew that he probably did not realize how much she wanted them to be more than friends. Darren was a bit puzzled. Before him stood the most gorgeous girl that he had ever seen and yet, she was the one who seemed a bit nervous. Over the last year or so had slowly become accustomed to being a babe magnet but he never thought of himself as more than an 8 or 9. This goddess broke the scale way past 10. “I’m Darren, Darren Roberts. You must be new around here.” “Well, yeah, sort of”, she hedged. “You don’t go to Silicone Hills High, do you? I’m sure that I would have noticed them ... er ... you!” “No, not yet”. She was really self-conscious now! “Oh. Are you moving to this area or something?” Hilly couldn’t tell him that she was still only in Junior High. Given the body that she was wearing, that would be a bit too unbelievable. Darren was a 14-year-old, Hillary was a 13-year-old. Darren could pass for 16; Hilly could probably not pass for anything much less than that. “Sort of”, she squirmed. She had to change the subject while she tried to think of a good cover story. She decided to pepper Darren with question after question about him, his family, the school and the town. It was not easy, as she, of course, already knew all of the answers. Meanwhile Becky spied the pair leaning over the bar. She also noticed Darren and Hilly talking. Becky thundered over to confront him. What followed was a typical Becky blow-up, complete with: ranting, foot stomping, and a specialized vocabulary projected at a very high volume. She barely looked at Hilly. She was too angry with Darren and way too jealous of Hilly to even acknowledge her. If there was going to be any two-timing then, Becky was going to be the one who did it, not Darren. Darren tried to stammer an apology. In his mind he was just being friendly. He had had no intention of abandoning Becky (despite his suspicions about her). Becky didn’t want to hear it and stormed out. Darren just sighed and leaned on the bar just in time for the two burgers to arrive. “Could I interest you in some food?” he asked Hilly. “I don’t think she’ll be back for it”. “That would be great!” Hillary cooed. “That girl seemed pretty steamed”. “I’m very sorry about the trouble that I caused you”; she sighed and softly leaned against him. As they ate and talked, Hillary wanted Darren more and more. About an hour later, she and Darren discovered what Vinnie had done with the rooms upstairs: and she approved. When she awoke she noticed that she was Hillary again. Fortunately Darren was still asleep. Hilly had really worn him out! She gathered her clothes and crept out. Chapter 7: ( . )( . )P’s! “Damn, it wore off again”! Hillary’s mind raced all day as the three Jeckyll’s spent that Sunday as a family. As Becky became older and more popular the idea of spending an entire day with only her mother and sister was becoming too much to bear. But, she toughed it out. It was one of the few times during the week that Hillary had a chance to talk with her sister. Becky was a grade behind and several social groups ahead of her in school; so they never saw each other there. Hillary was especially interested in hearing what Becky might have to say about the previous night’s activities. Hillary was not to be disappointed. Becky went into great detail about the “bitch” who thought that she could steal Darren. Becky ranted about the “tall, trashy showoff” with the “padded bra” and the “fuck me legs”! Hillary was amused watching Becky walk a fine line between feigned indifference and real jealousy. Hillary became convinced that Becky really hadn’t decided yet how she felt about Darren. Hillary, on the other hand definitely knew how she felt about him. One point struck a chord in Hillary. Becky told her that the cheerleaders were outraged and that they were going to “look for this Hilly bitch”. Hillary became angry. “The nerve of those superficial, plastic-faced shrews”, Hillary thought. “Every day they act as if they own the school. The second that they get a little competition they get nasty. Every day they demand more and more homage from the innocent masses!” Hillary decided that enough was enough and resolved to introduce them to Less. That night Hillary crept into the lab and turned her attention to a different bottle. Less almost filled its jug. Dr. Jeckyll apparently had had more appreciation for Less’ counterpart. Hillary read her father’s notes that had related to Less and planned her revenge. The next day was the class picnic. Perfect! As Hillary calculated the amount of Less required for a 5-gallon cooler she had an even better idea. The only thing better than robbing the girls of the “in-crowd” of their popularity (i.e. their curvaceous bodies); was if she could, at the same time, also empower all of the other poor late-bloomers like her! Hillary finished her plan but could not resist another night as Hilly. She decided to stay with the same dose because there weren’t too many six-foot plus guys in high school: none in Junior High. The novelty of having them all stare at her almost eye-level breasts while they talked with her was beginning to wear off. This time she grabbed some milk to kill the taste. She mixed five teaspoons into the 8-oz. glass and downed it. The idea worked. It killed the taste pretty well. She hoped that Kuhl-aid would provide the same flavor mask tomorrow. Hillary’s transformation soon began but, something was different. Her legs grew just like before but her bust was much different. As before, her tiny molehills grew and Grew and GREW into mountains but, they didn’t stop at EE! Instead, they kept swelling and expanding. As her FF’s grew even bigger, the rugby shirt became very tight! The tough material began to strain and become a bit threadbare but, it held. Stuffed within its confines, her sweaty, burgeoning breasts became smashed together as they continued to grow. They made a loud sound, like two latex toy balloons stretching. As HH’s swelled to basketballs she couldn’t breathe! The shirt was yielding but, not quickly enough. Her huge breasts were pressing too hard on her chest! “What the hell is going on?” she screamed within her panicked mind. She suddenly remembered the paring knife that she had used the other night to cut her jeans. Hilly quickly slit the front of the shirt and the two beach ball-sized jugs busted out. The sudden shift in weight caused her to topple forward to the ground but, at least she could breathe! “What the hell happened,” she groaned as she slowly regained her feet. She leaned over on the bench to ease the weight on her back but since she couldn’t see over the front of herself she knocked over some jars. She felt weak. She could barely stand and then tried to set her hands on the bench for support. This attempt presented two problems: (1) her arms were kept abducted, out to her side, by the enormous girth of her breasts; and (2) she cut her left hand on the broken glass. “The milk must have multiplied More’s effect on my breasts”, she thought. She was too tired to think about it now. No matter how horny she felt, she could not go out tonight like this! It would take her forever just to lug her chest over there. She wobbled up the stairs, grabbed some “D”- batteries and flopped into bed. Chapter 8: The Big Day Fortunately (unfortunately?) for Hillary the effects wore-off by morning. She leaped out of bed. There was no time to lose. She had to get to the picnic area in time to spike the Kuhl-aid coolers with the correct formulas before anyone would arrive to see her. Mr. Greene, the principal, had just arrived with the refreshments. Hillary would have to act quickly while he was walking back toward his car between trips. From past experience Hillary knew that the cheerleaders would hangout on the upper half of the meadow while the others grazed and frolicked below. The chess club was usually left with the picnic bench between the two groups; kind of a “nerd-man’s land”. Hillary mixed the Less into the cheerleader/jock container and the More into the other. She did not see anything at the middle table. She would have to attend to the chess club later. She used to be a member and still knew, and liked them all pretty well. Her best friend, Laurie, was still a member. She wanted to take good care of them! The school buses soon arrived and disgorged their hyperactive contents into the 90- degree heat. As usual, the herd quickly segregated. Hillary watched from the trees across the meadow. It didn’t take long for the fun to start. First, was Muffy Johnston, rich bitch and then some. Soon all of the cheerleaders and jocks quenched their thirsts. Meanwhile, the other cooler was also getting popular. Michael Black was especially thirsty today. The third group was oblivious, staring intently at the little plastic pieces on the chessboards before them. Unlike Hillary’s own experiences with More, this batch seemed to take a while to kick-in. “Maybe being diluted in the Kul-aid would slow its onset”, she thought. Hillary had no idea how Less would behave. She soon found out! The jocks were playing volleyball when some of the guys noticed that they could not spike the ball as well, nor as hard as before. “Stretch” Stevens couldn’t even reach the top of the net anymore. A din of confusion and panic started to build. Muffy shrieked as her 36C bra became loose and soon hung empty beneath her withered nipples. She not only lost at least six inches of leg length but, most of their well-toned definition too! Pandemonium soon set in as one-by-one the early-bloomers, unbloomed. The commotion up-hill was soon noticed downhill. They ran to see what was going on. As they did, some of the girls began to find it a bit awkward to run. Many were finding that they were suddenly not too sure-footed. Lizzie Smith stumbled and fell because of a cramp in her legs. She then looked on in amazement as her little girl legs stretched and thickened; taking on a long, lean shape. She also couldn’t believe the lumps that were rapidly forming beneath her printed blouse. She didn’t know whether she should be ecstatic or petrified. All around her, other girls were having the same experience. The guys were also experiencing More. Four-foot eight-inch Michael Black was the runt of the class. Hillary always thought that he was a sweetheart. He was also the number one target for bullies. Hillary always felt sorry for him. She tried to look out for him. Within a few minutes his multiple draughts at the cooler paid-off. Hillary watched lustfully as More morphed him into a 6’2”, 240-lb. god. The chess club finally noticed that something unusual was transpiring. They left their pieces, boards, and Einstein lunch boxes and loped over to the excitement. This was Hillary’s chance. She crept over to their table and rifled through their lunches. Her goal was the drink containers inside. Curiously the guys all had drink boxes and the girls all had thermos bottles full of ... milk! This was great! Knowing them, she should have expected it though. She quickly spooned some More into each. Unfortunately, she could not do much about the boys’ sealed drink boxes. Back at the lower half of the meadow -- Sarah, Jenny and Tina were each growing beautiful, long, lean legs and perky, large breasts. Several other girls were having trouble maintaining any sense of modesty as their legs lengthened and their breasts busted free. Of course, the girls who wore jeans and snug shirts were more likely to have a breakdown in modesty than those who wore shorts and loose tops. Regardless, with an average height growth of nine inches (almost all leg) and an average breast size between C and D, most of the clothing worn by these 13 and 14 year old girls didn’t stand a chance. Hillary’s buddy, Laurie Hyde, just returned from the lower cooler and was still parched. She was the first (and only, as it turned out) chess player to open her milk. Laurie was probably one of the few girls that was even smaller and scrawnier than Hillary. Laurie came from a very poor family. Hillary was her best friend. Laurie was brilliant but, painfully shy and self-conscious. She had a gap between her front teeth that would sometimes cause her to whistle her “W’s” when she spoke. When her name was announced at daily roll-call the bullies invariably would yell, “WHO??” (complete with whistle). She was, however, a good swimmer: no resistance in the water. The only time a guy spoke with her was to announce a chess move or to demand her lunch money. Laurie took several long deep gulps of her milk; wiped her glasses on her well worn, side-walk flat, white, hand-me-down T-shirt; swiped a fly off of her seat; and contemplated her next chess move. Hillary lost track of her friend after that. The upper meadow crowd was in anguish! Most of their self-esteem vanished along with their looks. Right now, they felt lower than whale shit. They were also angry. They knew that this didn’t “just happen”! There had to be a reason! Someone was going to pay dearly! As they descended the incline they met the other group ascending. There were double takes all around as former victims now towered over former bullies and former flat-chested, plain Jane’s now bulged more prominently than the cheerleaders had ever done. There was about to be trouble when Michael stepped forward. “Who is that hunk?” Muffy whispered. “My god! I think it’s Michael Black!” Buffy answered. “That’s little Blackie?” Muffy squealed. “Now wait a minute!” Michael bellowed. “I don’t know what happened here but, if we don’t all work together we will never figure this out”! Everyone nodded. Despite the way that they had been historically treated the new “haves” actually felt sorry for the new group of “have-nots”. They decided to work together to find a solution. Chapter 9: Where’s Little Laurie? By the next morning, however, it was almost a moot point. Most of the cheerleaders were again sporting perky breasts and the football players were again hitting the tackling dummies. Hillary was very disappointed that the More and Less had not lasted longer. But, she did notice that the school seemed a bit less segregated than usual. One thing still bothered Hillary. Where was her friend Laurie? Hillary looked for her most of the day. That night Hillary and Becky decided to go to the swim meet. They couldn’t believe it. There was a line of guys with binoculars waiting to get inside! No one ever went to the junior high meets! Hillary and Becky settled into their seats at the far end. Silicone Hills had a good team and were doing well so far tonight. Hillary again began to fret about Laurie. If she was not in the next match, Laurie’s first scheduled, then she was going to call Laurie’s parents. As the next event, the 100-meter breaststroke, was announced the mostly male crowd went bonkers! Neither Hillary nor Becky could see the source of all of the commotion. Laurie Hyde’s name was announced and bedlam ensued again. Hillary stood on her seat to get a better view across the natatorium. There, standing on Laurie’s starting block, absolutely dwarfing all of the other swimmers, was an incredibly stacked and nicely muscled Amazon. “Becky, quick, look at this!” Hillary urged. Becky grumbled but climbed to the top of her seat. “Who is that?!” Becky demanded, “Do we have an exchange student from some other planet?” “Becky, you’re not going to believe this but, I think it’s my friend, Laurie Hyde; you know, the one that you’re always tormenting”! “Laurie Hyde is a skittish little insect! I know, I see her with you all of the time after school!” Becky snapped. “I’m telling you, it’s her!” Hillary insisted. Then Hillary coyly added, “She told me that she was going to start drinking milk and working out!” “Well, that’s ridiculous! What the hell happened to her! She’s huge! You can’t go from “nerdlet” to “Amazon” over a weekend; no matter how much milk you drink!” Becky was almost foaming at the mouth as her resentment raged. Hillary just smiled a knowing smile. More seemed to have found a worthy recipient. For Becky’s sake Hillary hoped that her sister was smart enough to give Laurie a wide berth from now on. Chapter 10: The Goddess Formerly Known as Laurie The goddess formerly known as Laurie towered at marker 3. None of the coaches or officials was much over six-foot. For obvious reasons, she was much more nervous than usual. Apparently she had unsuccessfully spent the day trying to hide at school. She was not yet able to deal with her new frame and fans. Now she was surrounded by hundreds of binocular-wielding, testosterone-crazed penis-heads. Laurie did not want to come to the match but she would eventually need a scholarship if she ever hoped to attend college. Hillary was clearly fascinated by the size and power exuded by her friend. Here was a shy, skittish, wimpy little prepubescent girl now sporting a very powerful, yet incredibly womanly body; and holding the rapt attention of almost every guy at school. Hillary wondered how many of them now regretted ever ignoring or bullying her. She didn’t know why but Hillary suddenly wanted to be near her. Hillary felt slightly aroused and somewhat maternal. In a way, Hillary was the one that had given birth to the new über Laurie !! Next to her, at marker number 4, stood one of her classmates, Audrye Fielding, who, only last week, was 6” taller than Laurie. Laurie was now almost 6’3” (75 inches). As Laurie nervously paced, Hillary could see that her firm, well muscled, and toned legs were probably at least 46 inches long. In contrast, Hillary was only 56 inches tall !! While she waited for the race to begin, Hillary was vaguely aware of Becky’s ongoing tirade about Laurie. Hillary’s mind drifted and she became amused by the fact that only last Friday Becky was 9 inches taller than Laurie but now Becky was 10 inches shorter. Hillary wondered if Becky realized that if she and Laurie were to encounter each other: instead of Laurie’s head coming up to Becky’s shoulder; Becky would now look her former prey directly in the ... chest! Of course, “chest”, was not a very precise anatomical description since mounds of firm breast tissue now covered Laurie almost completely from collarbones to navel. If they weren’t so solid, if they were to ever sag, Hillary could only imagine that they might touch her knees. Until yesterday, Laurie had only been an inch shorter than Hillary. It now occurred to Hillary that if she and her friend were both standing: Hillary could probably stand with a shoulder beneath über Laurie’s crotch ... without touching!! Laurie’s one-piece swimsuit was impossibly tight with two humungous bulges in the front. The school name was easily readable on the other girls’ suits but was too distorted to read on Laurie’s. Although, come to think of it, the “L” and the “C” were rather stretched rather large and were prominently displayed. Looking back, several of the guys in the audience recalled thinking of Sesame Street, and how every show was, “Brought to you by the letter ...”. It was always either two letters or numbers. “L” and “C” are still the two favorite letters at Silicone Hills High. Framing the red suit, at the sides and above, one could see billowing mounds of firm tit flesh straining to bust free. Hillary wondered how Laurie could have squeezed into it in the first place. Laurie’s thumb sized nipples were also doing their best to bore through the material. The starter signaled that he was ready. The girls leaned into their push-off positions and ... SPLASH !! Another cascade of cheers and wolf whistles erupted. Laurie had leaned into the starting position, just as she usually did, but this time she lost her balance. The thirty to forty pounds of breast flesh bulging out her front; and her new, much higher, center of gravity may have had something to do with it. The crowd loved it!! Poor Laurie! The officials stood awestruck as the cold water caused Laurie’s huge nipples to poke through her suit. Furthermore, the brand new suit began to shrink in the water. Laurie stood up just in time for a loud, “FFFOOOMM!!!" The suit exploded and her huge tits burst forth in all of their glory! The water was only five-and-a-half feet deep so it was quite a show! Laurie tried to duck under the water but her beautiful, huge pontoons kept rising to the surface. Panic-stricken she gathered up her huge boobs under both arms and bounced over to the stairs. The coaches then helped her into the locker room. The standing ovation seemed to last forever. Epilogue Laurie gradually grew into her über body but she tried swimming only one other time after that meet. She found that even with a custom-made swimsuit she was a disaster: too much resistance in the water. The other swimmers also complained about the wake. Laurie Hyde instead turned her ample talents to a very lucrative career in modeling and beauty pageants. It didn’t take her long to become -- “Miss just-about-Everything”. As for Hillary, the mystery of More’s longevity was solved: sucrose plus lactose stabilized More nicely. For a time Hillary fought her craving for More. She had hoped that everyone, including herself, had learned a lesson about judging a book by its cover. Hillary was never jealous of the new and improved Laurie, but rather was proud. However, it was a bit awkward for the two best friends to talk face to waist. Laurie would have to bend waaayyyy over to see Hillary down beneath her ballooned boobs. If Laurie weren’t careful they would sometimes knock Hillary over in the process. Hillary also started to get a stiff neck from looking up. Hillary finally decided, “what the hell”! She was never interested in swimming or track anyway. And, besides, ... she still had a Darren to catch.