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Well, I posted the beginning of this a few moths back on the Giantess Magic board, promising to re-visit it and complete at least the first "chapter." Randomly, in the midst of a really busy weekend, I chugged a couple cups of coffee at about 10:45 pm and suddenly got the urge to finish up the missing parts and post a bit more. The preview I posted before didn't get to any growth and stopped in the middle of Chapter 2. It's a slow growth story with some minor Breast Growth and possibly some other stuff. We'll see where it goes from there. . .

I had some formatting issues, as the indents weren't preserved from my MS word document. Hopefully paragraphs aren't too hard to follow. This is also posted over at the Giantesscity forum.

This is my very first story and it's been a long time coming (easily a year) and is still a work-in-progress. So I guess, without further ado:

Growing Into Herself
By Rob Classact
Chapter I

The bell rang and for Caitlin Landry it sounded like a blessing. Chem was her second to last class of the day and she hated every minute of it. Quizzes had just been returned and she had scored an 81%. She was horrible at Chemistry and this normally would have been a blessing, but her friend and lab-partner Maureen had scored a 98%. Though Maureen, out of courtesy, didnt rub it in, Caitlin still felt a fair amount of jealousy. She was, however, used to Maureen outdoing her in just about everything but was still grateful for her friendship. They had been friends since grade school and Caitlin really had no qualms about playing second (or even fourth) fiddle to her. They were in their final weeks of their junior year in high school, and concerns over Chemistry quizzes would soon be a thing of the past.
Jason Kline, turned around to swap scores with Maureen. He had a major crush on Maureen and had wagered with her that if he scored higher on the quiz, she had to go out with him Friday. He was grinning smugly as Maureen continued to load her school bag, casually pretending not to notice him.
So Ill be picking you up at 7:00? Jason grinned expectantly.
Maureen gave him a slight smile and continued to pack up her things. Confident?
Jason smiled bigger and nodded. Ninety-seven percent baby. What do you got?
Maureen had already put her quiz away and slid it into her bag. Ninety-six. Pick me up at 6:30.
Caitlin shot Maureen a quick look, but Maureen just averted her glance and continued chatting with Jason. Nice job. Now we see what it takes to get you to study. Maybe well make a higher stakes wager for the final. She said, tossing her bag over her shoulder. Jason laughed, then his eyes widened at the possibilities. Before the conversation could go on any further, Maureen nudged Caitlin toward the door, leaving Jason still gaping, barely managing a slight wave as the two girls left.
Maureen was one of those girls who seemed to be blessed with everything. She had what most considered to be the best smile in the school, along with dark brown eyes and thick brown hair. Her body wasnt stunning, but it was definitely nothing to sneeze at. She was a standout tennis and soccer player and naturally had great legs, the highlight of her athletically toned 56 body. To top it off, she was an excellent student, not quite taking AP classes, but stuck to a few honors classes that would guarantee her ticket to a quality university. Maureen was well aware of her high status in the school pecking order, and often used it to her advantage while being careful not to come across as bitchy or stuck-up. She was student council secretary, vice-president of honor society, and had been on homecoming court every year of high school. While she was friendly enough to everyone, she stuck to her inner group and enjoyed her status, knowing that it would eventually take her far in life.
Once they were well out of earshot of Jason, Caitlin whispered to Maureen, Didnt you get a 98?
Maureen grinned. Yeah, but hes cute. Regardless, I figured it wouldnt hurt him to put in an extra effort. The guys been averaging Cs all quarter. This way we both win.
I think hes a scumbag. Caitlin replied rolling her eyes.
A cute scumbag. Maureen continued.
Caitlin shook her head in disgust, but before she could dig up more reasons to hate Jason, they were interrupted by Alexis who, as always, couldnt seem to contain her excitement. Alexis was a different case entirely. From the very beginning Alexis attention deficit disorder and complete disinterest in all things academic made it obvious that she wouldnt be moving mountains with her intelligence. By the end of her fifth grade year, however, she had shed a large amount of baby fat only for it to slowly migrate to one centralized location in her upper torso. By the time she reached high school, she was not only sporting boobs on the upper end of Double D, but sported a derriere which had been dubbed by most of the student body as un-****ing-believable. She stood 59 with bright blonde hair and green eyes. Her mother, the widowed owner of a real-estate company provided Alexis with the most expensive exercise equipment and beauty products available, and the only knowledge Alex truly accrued was related to maintaining her looks. By age sixteen, Alexis had begun modeling in her spare time, but couldnt spell moisturize to save her life. While generally uncoordinated, Alexis near limitless energy and spunk (not to mention incredible body) easily earned her a spot on the varsity cheerleading squad. She was generally nice to everyone, too dense to be cruel but lacking the grace to overtake Maureen in popularity, but her money and unbelievable looks kept her in the popular crowd.
Youll never guess who asked me out! Alexis gushed.
Ben. Caitlin, replied without enthusiasm.
YES!!! Alexis replied gripping Caitlins shoulders and jumping up and down, setting her tube top in motion and getting the attention of every male within viewing distance. Caitlin flicked Alexis hands off of her continued forward.
Im thrilled, and Ill be shocked if he can navigate his way to your house. Caitlin said dryly.
Maureen stepped in. When?
In the gym. He came over and mumbled something about Friday. Alexis bit her lip and smiled. It was so cute! He could barely talk!
Are you sure he asked you? He could have asked your boobs and you might just be tagging along for the ride.
Caitlins venom was entirely lost on Alexis. You know, come to think of it, he did seem awfully interested in my new sports bra. You think I should wear it Friday?
Caitlin groaned. Ill see you guys later, and hastened toward her last class.
While Maureen and Alexis sincerely saw Caitlin as their friend, Caitlin always felt she got the raw end of the deal. She was neither as pretty nor as smart as Maureen nor was she anywhere near as drop dead gorgeous (or, thankfully, as dumb) as Alexis. She had light auburn hair and stood 54with a respectable figure and an attractive face which she often caked in makeup. She was fairly athletic, and played on the JV girls basketball team and varsity soccer team, but wasnt really a standout in either. Her inferiority complex around Maureen and Alexis only fueled her caustic temperament and she quietly bore the stigma of being the bitchy popular girl. This didnt bother her much, but many of her teachers resented her languid attitude in class. Maureen was thankful that Caitlin provided an outlet for her own occasional bitchiness, and Alexis was simply not bright enough to interpret Caitlins cynicism as anything but hilarious. Despite this, Caitlin valued both Maureen and particularly Alexis as close friends
Luckily for Caitlin, there was one class which she didnt particularly despise, and that was her advanced painting class. She had enjoyed drawing as long as she could remember and always looked forward to her art class at the end of the day. The advanced art teacher, Mr. Knightley often praised her work and encouraged her to submit her art to art shows and contests, but Caitlin would have none of it. Though she was proud of the fact that she was a good artist, she was not proud of the company of students in the advanced art class, which consisted of mostly goth kids and complete geeks which she neither wanted to compete with or be associated with. Most of the kids who took art resented Mr. Knightley because he wouldnt let art class be an easy A and few students outside the artistically inclined took the second year class. She knew that at least appearance-wise, she didnt really have the look of an art-geek, but she wouldnt let that stop her from enjoying her one tolerable class period.
Most of the students were working on their final design projects for the course and Mr. Knightley was doing little beyond coaching and advising the students in the final few weeks. Caitlin had simply settled on a landscape with a few trees. While the picture itself was not particularly challenging, she had opted to use acrylics, which she had little experience with. Next to her, Nicole Ryder, one of the stars of the art department, was pouring herself into what appeared to be an armless zombie and an inside-out horse acting out some kind of violent hardcore pornography. Ordinarily most students werent allowed to address such extreme subjects, but Nicoles work had appeared in three statewide galleries and she had earned a bit more freedom than most other students. Nicole also had the personality to match her works, sporting short, bright red cropped hair, a tattoo on her forearm, and more piercings than anyone could count.
Mr. Knightley, a tall, bald man wearing cargo pants and an old t-shirt stopped at Caitlins canvas and studied it carefully.
Youve done an excellent job with the sky, but you might try something different. He pointed out, with his head tilted to the side.
Its a blue sky. Caitlin replied. To my knowledge thats not uncommon.
Nicole chimed in. I think he wants you to paint like youre not some afroed schmoe on public television.
Dont you have a metal detector to set off? Caitlin shot toward her.
Mr Knightley cleared his throat, clearing the air and sending Nicole back to her work. He leaned in to Caitlin and asked her to see him after class and continued over to Nicoles canvas where Caitlin overheard him commenting on the color contrast of the kidney hanging out of the zombie to the blood spraying out of the horses open throat wound. She shuddered at the imagery and returned to her own work, working quietly and diligently until the end of class, not noticing an individual across the room who gave an admiring nod to her work and returned silently to his own canvas.
After class Caitlin tried to sneak out the door but Mr. Knightley called out her name and she grudgingly headed over to his desk in the corner.
This doesnt have anything to do with metalface does it?
Not really, Mr. Knightley replied, but I would like to talk about your work.
What about it?
Mr. Knightley clasped hands together and put them to his mouth (a gesture which Caitlin was quite used to with most of her teachers and had grown to hate). Caitlin, Ive been watching your work for the past two years, and I must admit you are quite gifted. The piece you are working on right now, for example, is quite good, but I think you could do more.
Is this about the sky? I can make it purple or orange or plaid if you want. Caitlin offered.
Its not about what I want. I dont feel like you are really choosing to express yourself. I feel that you have more to say but you arent letting yourself say it.
Are you saying that Im not creative?
No. Knightley replied. I know youre creative. I just think you are curbing your creativity. For example, your final project is a landscape of grass and trees. Granted, you are using acrylics, but an artist of your caliber could handle something much more challenging.
Caitlin got his message. So youre saying that my art piece isnt A material. Oh! Ok, well if you want me to draw a bull sodomizing the queen of England like Tank girl over there, Im sorry, Im going to have to decline.
You know what I mean Caitlin . . .
Sorry Mr. Knightley. Im not a prozac psycho like your little prize students. Ill put a house on the grass if you want, but its my final project and Ill do what I want. Caitlin headed toward the door, but then turned around quickly, shouting, . . . and you can give me a ****ing F minus for all I care! And with that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Caitlin rushed out of the studio nearly barreling through the individual who happened to be entering at the exact same time. He muttered a few words of apology but Caitlin, livid with rage, had hardly noticed him. Art was one of the few classes where she actually felt half-decent about herself and now she was an underachiever there too? The whole episode had given her a headache and she briefly considered stopping by the convenience store for some aspirin but decided she would rather head home as quickly as possible. She wanted to vent, but she knew that Alexis was at cheer practice and Maureen had an ASB meeting. Often she would stay after school and work in the art studio but this particular day she obviously wasnt in the mood for artistic expression, though she had to admit that at this particular time she could almost justify some of the gruesome **** that Nicole vented onto her canvas.

Heading back to her locker, Caitlin was doing her absolute best to avoid everyone she possibly could, dumping textbooks and binders into her backpack with little to no regard for what she actually needed. She had barely noticed the approach of Steve Rubins, the mens soccer captain. A prototypical sleazeball jock, he was searching for the soonest possible opportunity to get laid. Having already failed with Maureen and not being willing to compete with the all-state fullback on the football team for Alexis, he saw Caitlin as his best bet. Caitlin naturally knew of her place on the pecking order. Despite the fact that 90% of the female student body (and possibly 2.7% of the male student body) would have been glad to take him up on his offer, Caitlin hated him purely on the basis that she was his third choice.
Hey sweetie, whats the hurry?
Not in the mood to talk, Caitlin muttered some semblance of a reply through her teeth.
Stephen grinned and flashed a look of mock sympathy. Rough day?
Caitlin, still fuming, was fumbling to zip her bag and get as far away from him as possible. It made her miserable enough that she was third on his list, a fact made all the more painful that she had a huge crush on him.
Look hon. How about you and I. . . He trailed off as Caitlin turned to look him in the eye with a queer look. It was a mixture of intense rage and something else he couldnt place. Caitlin, in the meantime thought she was going to tell him off, but was distracted at how powerful her crush was on him. The longer she stood there staring, the more awkward it would get, so she said the first thing that came to her head.

Go blow yourself.

Her embarrassment from her encounter with Steve compounded with her irritation over Mr. Knightleys comments and sore spot from her comparatively poor score on the exam whirled through her head as she tossed her bag into her car. Her mind raced around with rage and self-consciousness as she sped home. Throwing caution to the wind, she let her subconscious do the driving as she seethed to herself, cursing her teachers, her classes, and even her friends. Why did Mr. Knightley love Nicoles work so much? How does Alexis get by so well having the IQ of a raccoon? Why does Maureen never EVER have any problems? Why doesnt anything good happen to HER!?!? She punctuated her last sentence with a slam on the accelerator which sent her car screeching forward at a speed most likely in violation of local speed laws. But Caitlin could care less about speed laws, and she also didnt have time to really care about the Nissan which pulled into the intersection. Caitlins small sedan clipped the front of the vehicle and sent her car spinning off the road. Luckily (?), her car was halted by the passenger side impact with a telephone pole. None of this mattered to Caitlin as her head slammed into drivers side window, rendering her instantly unconscious.

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Chapter II

Honey, I thought we were going to restrict reckless driving to highways and vehicular homicide.
Her mothers deadpan humor ushered her back into consciousness. Her whole body felt numb and her head, understandably, was throbbing. Looking around, she recognized the surroundings of a hospital room. She could see an IV in her arm, and she had the numb feeling of painkillers cruising through her veins. That was probably the only thing keeping her from freaking out at the moment. Caitlin groaned as her mother, a slight woman with graying brown hair rubbed her hand.
Dont try to move dear. Just relax. Youve got a couple bruises, but nothing too serious.
My car? Caitlin weakly.
Well talk about that later. In the meantime, get some rest.
Caitlin laid back just as her father came in, he was visibly worried. He looked at Caitlin, then at her mother.
Road rage? Her mother nodded in reply.
Her father sighed. First the garage, then Mrs. Peppers dog, then a newsstand. I swear, honey, you need to stop venting your frustration on the road. Dont they have tae bo classes at that school of yours?
Caitlin smiled. In an odd contrast to her fiery temper, her parents were the most even-tempered people she knew. Her father was a head editor for a nature magazine and her mother taught middle school. Caitlins older sister Tegan had been away at college for the past two years, following in her fathers footsteps as a journalist and taking summer internships. Caitlin, unfortunately, had yet to choose a direction and her parents didnt pester her about it. Mr. & Mrs. Landry had, as of late, been rather concerned for their daughters growing tendency to vent her frustrations on the road. In the meantime, however, their main concerns were for the safety of their daughter, so an exasperated Mr. Landry kissed his daughters forehead and slipped out. Caitlin swore she overheard the words anger management under his breath.
Caitlin was put out by her fathers comments, but was soon distracted by the fact that she was starving. It had probably been hours since she had a meal. As if on cue, a nurse came in with a small tray of food. Thrilled and starving, Caitlin didnt bother inspecting her turkey sandwich and soup, just digging into her meal. Before she knew it, her plate was empty and she was, to her surprise, still a little hungry. It seemed to take forever for the nurse to return. In her most pathetic sick-person voice, Caitlin politely requested another meal, the nurse smiled and returned her another tray. She ate with a bit more restraint this time through, but ended up finishing the food still quicker than she planned. The nurse was walking by and noticed her empty tray. With raised eyebrows, the nurse came to retrieve her tray.
Hungry?
Caitlin was a bit flustered and muttered a soft affirmative. She still felt a bit hungry, but didnt give it much thought as fatigue set in faster than she would have expected and drifted off.

- - -

Whatd you hit this time?
She recognized Maureen immediately and blinked her way into consciousness. She felt like shed slept for half a day but the clock indicated it had only been a couple hours. Bitch. She said, smiling. Im feeling well, thanks.
Maureen set down a small pot of flowers on the table next to her bed. Here. Its pretty plain in here. Thisll spice things up a bit. She gestured across the room. Along with those. She suddenly noticed a bouquet of nearly a dozen oddly colored balloons adorned with messages ranging from Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary to Mazeltov! and Good luck which bore Alexis calling card.
Hm. Its nice to be thought of. Caitlin said.
Maureen sighed. Yeah, youd think shed be able to at least find one with get well on it. Shed be here, but I think she has cheer or something.
The very idea of Alexis bounding into the room made Caitlin queasy, a fact not lost on Maureen.
Dont worry, I doubt shell be in today. Speaking of which. How long you gonna be in here?
Caitlin shrugged. Dunno. I dont think its anything serious. I think dad wants me in anger management classes.
Maureen couldnt help but smirk. Truth be told Cait. . .
Hey, dont even start with me now. Caitlin glared. Ive had a rough day.
Yeah? Well, relax. Thats all you can do at this point. That and not think about it.
Caitlin grumbled and tried to make herself comfortable. She still felt a bit off kilter from the accident, but nothing she felt a few aspirin couldnt fix. I actually think Im going home tomorrow. The doctors got a few x-rays to look at and Im supposed to get as much rest as possible.
I think thatd do you good. Take a couple days off, do a few finals, and its going to be beaches, bathing suits, and baking in the sun for the next couple months.
Caitlin half-grinned. Yeah, well this is the most relaxed Ive been in months.
Ill let you relax then. Will we see you tomorrow?
Probably. Caitlin replied, but she was suddenly distracted by sudden pangs of hunger which nagged at her belly. I. . . uh. . . Ive been feeling better.
Maureen looked at her quizzically. I dunno. You look kinda pale to me. You eaten today?
Yeah. . . just not much. I guess I should probably eat. Caitlins hunger pangs were really starting to get to her. Can you get the nurse? She asked Maureen before she had a chance to think.
No prob. Honestly, youd think theyd be treating you better. Maureen stepped out. Caitlins hunger pangs were really getting to her and she couldnt understand why. After what seemed like an eternity, the nurse came back in with a tray of food, which Caitlin dug into heartily. She hadnt even noticed Maureen still hovering in the doorway.
Wow, are they going to bleed you after they starve you?
Caitlins attention was divided between the need to satisfy her hunger and listen to her friend. She swallowed a large gulp of food in her mouth. She wished she could agree, but this was her third meal in three hours. While the hospital meals were paltry, but she knew that she would never typically have eaten that much in such a short amount of time. In less than a couple minutes she had cleaned off her plate, much to the surprise of her friend. Caitlin was a bit embarrassed, but felt great following her meal. In fact, even her headache had eased up a bit, but had be replaced with an overwhelming tiredness. She waved at Maureen, and Maureen smiled and returned her wave. A warm comfort spread over her body as she, again, drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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Ive never seen such a miraculous recovery. The doctor continued. Your injuries were far from serious, but youve recovered from them much faster than I would have expected. All the tests came back negative. If I hadnt known better, Id say you havent even been in an accident.
Caitlin certainly felt great, but the doctors explanations was boring her already. Hed been talking continuously for about ten minutes, just enough time for Caitlin to call her mom to come pick her up, and she looked forward to getting away from the hospital as soon as possible.
. . . the bruises, the internal injuries, its all completely gone. Ive simply. . .
. . . never seen such a miraculous recovery. Caitlin finished. Great, Im glad to be the high point of your career. She said, digging through her purse for a hairbrush.
You dont understand, this is totally unprecedented, Ive never seen anything like it. I really think itd be in your best interests to stay here longer.
Im not staying here any longer than I have to. You said it yourself, Im fine.
. . . but we really should . . .
Thanks for the help. Caitlin sped out of her waiting room as fast as possible, not wanting to hear the doctors voice any more, though she could hear his audible sigh from down the hallway. She set to work checking her messages, and sure enough there were at four from Alexis asking if Caitlin had received her balloons. She smiled at her friends concern, but deleted the messages without listening to anything past Hey Cait! Guess what Ben said to me today! She was still a bit stiff from laying down so long, and her body felt awkward with the sudden amount of movement. She rotated her shoulders and stretched her arms, only to have the similar awkward feeling continue to nag at her. She couldnt quite place exactly what she was feeling, but she definitely felt uncomfortable. Her first impression was to inspect her body, but everything seemed normal enough. Her mom was waiting for her in the hospital waiting room.
Youre looking better. Her mother smiled. I guess you just needed a car accident to clear your head.
Her mom launched into a lecture about reducing stress and constructive ways of dealing with anger, but Caitlin was hardly in the mood for it. As they settled into the car, she let the seat back some so she could either sleep or make it look like she was sleep so her mother would stop talking. It was only a couple minutes to her house, but she figured she pass it off as fatigue from the hospital. Regardless. . . her mother continued.
Your father was thrilled you were coming home this weekend. I was surprised with your speedy recovery, but he chalked it up to his good ol Landry genes. I swear the next thing you know hell be taking credit for your painting. I swear that man couldnt draw a stick figure. Do you think it came from your Aunt Becky? She was quite the artist, and quite the lesbian. And she wonders why she doesnt have children. . .
Caitlins mother was unusually chipper and talkative, and in her lethargic state it annoyed her. Her body felt odd. She couldnt quite describe it, as she had never actually had the feeling before.
Seemingly noticing her daughters unresponsiveness, her mother chimed in, Need anything honey?
Caitlin was about to decline when something stopped her. She did need something. Im hungry. She said.
How hungry? her mother replied. Caitling thought about it and replied. Pretty hungry.
Well theres a Subway right over here. One turkey sub coming up! Her mothers energy continued.
Her mother pulled into the parking lot and as they exited the car she noticed her hunger was a bit stronger than she initially realized. She was tempted to almost run into the Subway, but she kept her cool and tried to stay composed as she slowly began to realize that at that moment she wanted a six inch turkey sub more than anything else in the world. The couple minutes it took to take their order seemed like an eternity, and fortunately her mom opted to eat in. It was extremely strange. She was used to cutting the turkey sub in half, but after eating her usual amount, she didnt feel full, and continued to eat the whole thing. It was only six inches, but she was surprised at her appetite. Her mother had noticed her daughters larger than normal appetite, but said nothing. Feeling full?
Oh yeah. Caitlin replied, but in actuality she was lying. She was still hungry, if not more so than she had been before she ate. She felt odd about asking for more food though and did her best to hide her hunger. Im actually feeling a lot better mom. I was thinking about stopping by Alexs on the way home so I can just walk from here.
Her mom seemed surprised. Are you sure dear? That appointment seemed to really take it out of you.
Alexs hunger was beginning to bite at her and she was anxious to send her mother on her way. Yeah mom. I really could use some fresh air. After all, its the first sunny day of the summer. Despite some reservation Alexs mother left, reminding her not to stay out too late. Alex went to the bathroom in order to hide the fact that she hadnt left Subway, but in fact she was pacing trying her best to handle the unusual hunger pains.
After no longer than a minute, she exited the bathroom and after a quick glance to the window to see if her mother was still around, she got back in line. She ordered a footlong steak & cheese sub, knowing she couldnt possibly eat it all and she could always just take some of it home. As she said this she waited impatiently for her sandwich to be made. As the employee asked her about toppings she found herself growing increasingly impatient and hungry and she was thankful to have cash. Though she had planned not to stay and let the employees assume the sandwich was for her, she quickly sat down and tore into the sandwich. She couldnt recall the last time a sandwich, or even food period, had tasted this good. Much to her surprise, she completed not only half the sandwich, but the whole thing in less then five minutes. Even more to her surprise, she was still hungry!
Oh my god. She said quietly to herself. Whats wrong with me? She remembered what she had learned a year ago in health class about the body taking some time to realize it is full and she left the subway waiting for that knowledge to kick in. Unfortunately it never happened and not even two blocks from the subway she found herself in a Burger King eyeing the value menu. She figured if she ordered enough, the employee would assume she was ordering for her family. She had a ten dollar bill in her pocket and she figured that she would buy more than she needed just to be sure. She ended up ordering four cheeseburgers, two orders of chicken nuggets, two small fry orders and two apple pies.
After receiving the order she immediately began snacking on French fries, and decided to take the back way home so that no one she knew would see her, Caitlin Landry, walking down the street pigging out on a large bag of Burger King. In the privacy of the back road, she stopped and opened up a cheeseburger, digging into it ravenously. Four large bites and a big gulp later she was working on the second burger. She had quickened her pace in an attempt to get home but could only move so fast while still scarfing down fast food. In the back of her head she was still wondering, What the hell is wrong with me?
Eight minutes, an apple pie, three burgers, and seven chicken nuggets later she was making her way up the back balcony as quietly as she could. The last thing she wanted to have to do was explain the extra-large Burger King bag to her mother. She slipped in the back door and headed up to her room where she shut her door and began finishing her meal. She finished the rest of the fries and the last burger before she finally began to feel full-ish. She had never felt so grateful to feel full, but at the same time she looked at the leftover wreckage from her meal and wondered to herself how she could have possibly eaten over four pounds of food in a half hour.
She suddenly felt extremely tired, and she eyed the clock. It was around four in the afternoon, and her need of a nap didnt strike her as unusual, especially considering her recent food binge. She went to recline on her bed but couldnt get comfortable. Her jeans were constricting her a bit more than normal. She groaned, imagining the damage shed probably done to her figure. There was no doubt about it, her pants were choking her legs and theyd have to come off. After some effort she managed to peel her jeans off of her legs. She examined her legs for excess cellulite or dimples, but, to her surprise found her legs to be just as firm as she remembered. Odd, she thought to herself. While bending over and examining her legs she even felt the fabric bunching a bit under her armpits, but at this point she was way too tired to be even thinking straight. She considered the tautness in her shirt, but decided to lie down anyways. Despite her mild discomfort, she was asleep in seconds.


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Chapter III

Caitlin slowly began to feel herself drift back into consciousness, but along with that came a glaring feeling of discomfort. It was getting dark and the clock read 9:17. Shed slept for nearly fourteen hours! Her mind snapped back to her discomfort as she noticed that her breathing was somewhat constricted. Her shirt was still on and it was gripping her body tightly. Still kind of groggy, she attempted to slide her arms into one of the sleeves, but found that she could not do so. There simply was not enough room for her to complete such a maneuver. She glanced down at her midriff noting that more was showing than should have been, especially in her seated position. She took hold of the bottom hem and peeled the shirt upwards. This maneuver worked much better and she felt notable relief at getting the shirt peeled off from around her chest. She slipped the remains of it over her head and guided her arms through the sleeves. She tried to take a deep breath but noticed that her bra continued to give her discomfort. She rotated her arms a bit, letting her previously constricted shoulders and arms get some needed circulation, but something felt . . . different. It was still dark in her room, but noticed that she didnt feel quite right. She struggled to find the right words. She almost felt bloated, but it didnt come with the typical nauseous feeling. As she stood up, she felt even more disoriented, but she still couldnt place why. She reached for the lamp and flicked it on.
Immediately one thing was obvious to her. Her bra looked rediculous. Her boobs were filling the cups and then some. She was clearly wearing an undersized bra, yet she knew that could not possibly be the case. She knew her bra size like she knew her birthday and would never buy the wrong size. Caitlin then considered the possibility that she put on weight. Heading over to her mirror she inspected herself for evidence of the 4000 calories she consumed before she went to bed. Oddly enough she didnt look particularly different outside of the fact that her bra was clearly a size too small. She removed it and checked the tag, though it read 34B just as she expected. Eyeballing herself in the mirror, she noted that she definitely didnt look like a B-cup. Perhaps a C, but definitely not bigger than that. She put her fingers to her chest to check for anything unusual. No pain which would have indicated swelling, no lumps, no nothing. She was about to head to her closet to grab a larger shirt when she looked once more at her reflection. Something else did seem to nag at her but she couldnt quite place it. It became more apparent as she attempted to get dressed. She had changed out of her capri pants which she had soiled with mustard and ketchup and had slid into her jeans only to have the cuffs slip up to nearly her ankles.
Okay, what the ****? She muttered under her breath. Why the hell would my pants be too. . .
The answer didnt take long to come up with, but it would take some time to process. She was at least an inch or two taller. Her perspective in her closet mirror wasnt unfamiliar, it was what she was used to, when wearing heels. However, she was at the moment barefoot and standing half undressed with her pants unbuttoned and her capris nearly reaching her knees. She could also feel that, in addition to the ill-fitting cups, her bra generally was constricting much more than her boobs, but her entire torso and shoulders. Confirming her suspicions, she reached up to grab her towel from the top of the doorframe and found it noticeably easier to reach. She instantly broke into a cold sweat and stumbled backwards onto her bed. She was almost dizzy with anxiety.
What. . . the. . . ****? She asked no one in particular as her breathing came shallower. She felt on the verge of passing out when her phone started ringing with the Maureens characteristic ringtone. Her mind was still whirling, and it took three rings for her hand to subconsciously reach out and grab her cell and flip it open before she even realized what she was doing.
Hey stranger, whats up? Maureens voice chirped. Its like we havent seen you for days.
Caitlin, taken off guard, searched for words. Um . . . yeah, you know. Ive been feeling kinda' . . odd lately, getting out of the hospital and all. She glanced down over her chest to her tight capris. I havent been feeling myself lately.
Maureen wasnt sure what to make of Caitlins queer demeanor, but shrugged it off. Feeling a little under the weather huh?
Yeah, Im pretty sick. Caitlin agreed, liking the sound of that excuse. Ive been all bloated, and generally nauseous. I feel like I can barely walk. She was being fairly truthful at this point. Im definitely in no condition to leave the house, she said, almost chuckling to herself at this point at her honesty.
Wow, bummer. You know, Alexis is over here, we might just stop on by. . .
No! Caitlin cut her off suddenly. There was an awkward pause, and Caitlin searched for a way to resolve it. The doctor says I may be coming down with the flu. . . from . . . being so weak and . . stuff. Id really hate to make you guys sick. The flus a real killer. She was determined to deter Maureen, but she knew that it was futile at this point.
You kidding me? You think I fear the flu? Dads gotten me more flu shots than I can even remember in the past year. Itd take the elephant flu to get past my immune system at this point, and the flu might do Alexis some good. She could use some slowing down.
You know I really thi. . .
Dont worry! Well be over in a sec! Well bring soup and stuff. Caitlin could hear Alexiss voice in the background.
Does she need my heating pad? How about my leg weights? I have a thigh-master. Maureen sighed heavily. I gotta go, Alexis needs the difference between influenza and cellulite explained to her. See you in five!
Maureen clicked off and Caitlin was left staring dumbfounded at her phone. There were no secrets among them and Maureen knew Caitlins body probably better than Caitlin herself. While two inches and a cup size may have seemed trivial, Caitlin knew that to Maureen, and particularly Alexis, it was the rough equivalent of her growing a coat of purple fur and a second eye in the middle of her forehead. She searched around her room. Her need to hide her predicament was currently trumping her worry about the predicament itself. She considered wearing shorts which, the way she cut them, never really looked long anyways. That didnt hide the problem of her being suddenly two inches taller. Then there were the boobs. A bra was definitely out of the question, as her new boobs wouldnt look right at all exploding out of it. No bra wouldnt fly either. Her new perkiness would be like a neon sign to Maureens hawk eyes.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway snapped her to attention. In a sudden flash of panic she grabbed her two largest sweaters and stuffed herself into them and yanked a down comforter from the top shelf of the closet. The padding would be her best bet. Nothing like a little padding to hide a little more padding she thought. The only problem now was looking like she actually was in need of all the insulation. Her anxiety, combined with the layers and the eighty-five degree heat outside were immediately posing a problem. It still beat the alternative though.
Just as she settled in, Alexis burst in, all giggles and bright eyes, followed closely after by Maureen carrying a handful of items, including a few DVDs, a thermos, a small bag of ice, a couple of pill bottles, a teddy bear, magazines, and what appeared to be a thigh-master.
Guess who made head cheerleader! Alexis shouted, clearly unable to hide her joy. She shot one leg in the air and launched into an impromptu cheering session. ALEXIS! ALEXIS! A-L-E-X OW!!! She was stopped short by a sudden shove to the ground by Maureen who seemed anxious to be rid of her burden of gifts.
Hey girl, Maureen said, stepping over Alex. Feeling under the weather?
Caitlin feigned a groan, and let her face voice the discomfort of being way too hot. Maureen carefully placed each of the items on Caitlins nightstand, including the teddy bear which appeared to be holding a bottle of pills.
I brought you a sniffle kit. Maureen announced. Everything youll need to be on your way to feeling better.
. . . and having great thighs! Alexis chimed in, getting to her feet and gesturing toward the thighmaster.
Caitlin smiled at her friends effort, but continued to make her best show of looking as miserable as possible. Every time Maureen looked at her she felt paranoid that despite all the layers she would somehow notice that the circumference of her chest was an inch and a half greater than before. Alexis she worried less about, since she was more caught up in explaining the proper form for using the thigh-master and the surprising variety of ways in which it could be used. Maureen rolled her eyes and stacked the magazines and books by her bed.
I brought you a few movies too. Figured if you were too sore to move then you could just lie there and let your eyes do the work. Maureen instinctively started picking up clothes and tossing them into the laundry bin, not seeming to suspect that anything was out of the ordinary. This made Caitlin relax a bit and simply enjoy the company of her friends. She even allowed her attention to go to Alexis and her demonstration of how the thigh-master could be used to work her triceps.
. . . what the hell happened to your shirt? Maureen suddenly chimed in. Immediately detecting urgency, Caitlin spun over to look at Maureen holding her mini-polo. ****, she muttered under her breath at Maureens open mouthed stare at the state of her shirt. The stress lines were evident and she would have to think quickly.
I dont know, Caitlin spit out quickly, I think my mom must have worn it.
Well Id be pissed if my mom got mustard on my shirts. Shed have hell to pay. Anyways, I can see were obviously not going to entice you to get out of bed and go anywhere. You look a mess. Well come by tomorrow to check on you. Maureen headed toward the door. Caitlin was relieved that her friends hadnt noticed anything out of the ordinary, and actually felt sorry to see them go.
See you guys, Caitlin choked out in her best sick/misery voice.
See ya Caitlin! Alexis chimed, heading toward the door. As it was about to shut she popped her head back in. On the plus side your boobs have gotten bigger! Caitlins eyes went visibly wide and she felt anxiety rush blood to her cheeks.
W. . .wh . . .what? Caitlin let out, stuck between confusion and surprise. Maureen rolled her eyes. Whatever Alex, Im sure the thighmaster will even her out, Maureen winked at Caitlin. And dont worry about Alex, she seems to be confusing the flu with cosmetic surgery. Come on Alex. Alex seemed unaffected by the responses around her and her mind quickly wandered to another subject. I wonder if my boobs will grow if I get the flu. She pondered out loud. Can I stay with Caitlin for a little longer? Maureen grabbed her arm, gave a slight wave to Caitlin and yanked her out, shutting the door. Caitlin heard Alexis chattering all the way down the stairs and even out to the car, clearly picking up the word boobs repeatedly.
She lay in bed and waited for the sound of Caitlins Dodge Neon to disappear before checking the window and getting up. She peeled off her sweaters, which, for various reasons, was soaked with perspiration. Once again, she was greeted with the unfamiliar sight of her chest which hindered her downward view more than she was accustomed to. Well, Ive got to do something. I cant just sit in my room topless all day, she thought to herself. She figured that what would serve her best would be a sojourn mall to grab some clothes that would at least give her some comfort for the time being. She then realized that, chances are, someone she knew would see her at the mall and she wasnt quite ready for that, so she tried to imagine where she could get clothes where no one she knew would see her. It didnt take her long to figure that one out. Wal Mart, here I come, she smiled to herself.
Naturally, clothes would be a necessity. She had stuffed herself into a sports bra and a large t-shirt, which actually made her look normal sized, for her anyways. Despite achieving the effect she desired, it was way too uncomfortable for practical usage. Pants were trickier, since her sweats fit but looked oddly undersized. She tried shorts, only to discover that her growth hadnt been limited to her height and chest. She knew she had some that would probably fit, but the only clean pair she had was a little too snug. In the end she settled for a long purple skirt which looked odd with the grey t-shirt, but she figured she couldnt be overdressed for Wal-Mart. She slipped on a pair of sandals and a large pair of sunglasses to complete her off-beat ensemble and made her way.
She took a forty-five minute drive across town to the next closest wal-mart, just to ensure that the chances of someone she knew seeing her were slim. The Northshore Wal-Mart was fairly empty, as it was 10:00 in the morning. There was a coffee shop next door and she stopped in for a drink since she had yet to eat anything. The barista, a skinny kid with black dyed hair and plugs in his ears mistook her bohemian look for a beatnik and chatted with her. She even noticed him take a couple casual glances at her boobs; nothing too creepy, but the kind that told her that she had new attention-getters on display. In the past she occasionally wore a push-up bra if she wanted to turn heads, but she was slowly realizing that she should probably get used to it.
She was not yet convinced that all of her clothes would not fit her, so she felt she should limit herself to only a few purchases, namely bras. Taking a handful of sizes to the fitting room, she discovered that she was now a slightly smaller C-cup compared to the average B that she had been since the eighth grade. She wasnt sure how to feel about this. She was most certainly bigger than she used to be, but compared to the school as a whole she wasnt anything particularly special. After all, it wasnt as if she never wore push-up or padded bras anyways. If she switched to a normal bra, hardly anyone would notice. She considered buying a larger push up bra, but after trying it on she realized it would make her to conspicuous and the whole school would be convinced she had implants. She settled on a few Cs and, on a whim, grabbed a D that was a little big.
After being in the sports bra all day, the new bra felt amazingly comfortable. She admired how she properly filled it out and how well her new boobs looked in the bra. She looked at her t-shirt and remembered her undersized mini-polo at home that Maureen had gaped at. The thought of having clothes that fit was appealing in the face of a wardrobe that would be largely slightly small, and she went back out to the sales floor (still in her new bra) to find more clothes that fit. Feeling a growing confidence in not only her new stature and safety in her unfamiliar location, she felt safe to experiment a little. She grabbed a pink polo and some black form-fitting jeans (both slightly larger than she was used to) and was on her way back to the dressing room when she thought of her ill-fitting sandals.She made her way over to the shoe department and perused the rows of shoeboxes. Her size was only a bit larger than she had previously been, and she spied a pair of platform sandals. The heel had to be at least three inches, and she grabbed them as well, taking them back to the dressing room. Inside, she slipped on the pants, shirt, and finally the shoes. When it was done, she stood back and looked at her reflection. She was taken aback.
While her previous height had been a modest 54 with the shoes and her two new inches, she stood a statuesque 59. Leaving the dressing room, she walked out onto the sales floor, and immediately noted her new perspective. She was awestruck as she looked around and admired the view. So this is what it feels like to be Alexis, she thought to herself as she moved about. Though Alexis often wore heels for modeling, she rarely wore them otherwise because she lacked the proper grace to walk in them without falling frequently. She couldnt believe how good it felt to be taller. She felt confident, and most notably, sexy. She headed back to the shoes and dug around for another pair of platform sandals, and found another pair of with four inch heels and a one inch platform. She paid for her purchases, and, before leaving changed into her new bras, shoes, and pants, and made her way out.
On her drive home her mind was going a mile a minute. She thought about her sudden change, and what this really meant to her life. Two inches and a cup size seemed trivial, but that would make her as tall as Maureen and somewhere in the league of (but still significantly below) Alexis legendary bust. While that all seemed exciting, she knew that even if she were to suddenly sprout six inches and three cup sizes, she would just be the hot bitchy supermodel who hangs out with Maureen and Alexis. Suddenly her changes didnt seem as exciting, but almost seemed as if they could be just a bigger wall keeping her as she always was. She thought of the punk emo coffee shop employee and how he chatted it up with her just because he thought she was a hippie. It felt kind of nice to have a little genuine conversation as opposed to the gossip and biting sarcasm that she normally stuck to. She imagined walking into school the next day with her platforms, black pants, purple tank top and students simply dismissing her as just trying to get attention. When she got home, she had convinced herself that the idea of reinvention just wasnt viable to her and she tossed her bag into the closet and dialed up Maureen to gossip about Jill Stevens eating disorder and Megan Wollerys ugly red braces.

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Well, hopefully it won't take me another year to keep it going. Let me know what you think. I'm pretty new to this process!

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Thank you for sharing your cool story, robclassact!

Tschuss!
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Looks great so far, Rob! Keep up the good work!

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excellent beginning. hope there's more to come!

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Thanks for the encouragement! More shall come, though I can't say how quickly. I can say it shouldn't take the year the last bit took.

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