MAGGIE
by Solomon
A semi-sequel to "Lydia"
Update: 06/11/1997 to misc3


(A semi-sequel to "Lydia" -- again, originally posted on D.X. Machina's; 
again, episodic; again...enjoy)

'I hope all your wishes come true.' 

These were the last words Maggie and Lydia's mother had said to them. They 
were spoken in a whisper, right before she went out to get groceries. And 
never came back. 

Both Maggie and Lydia hadn't paid much attention to them then. Lydia even 
added: 'Don't forget the chocolate milk!' after their mother had already 
closed the door. But now those last seven words reverberated through 
Maggie's mind like sounds caught in an echo chamber, endlessly repeating. 

And this is what haunted Maggie, as she sat in her dorm room and stared out 
the window at all the other freshmen and their loving families. Parents' 
Weekend. Her roommate Jessica's parents, her father a lawyer and her mother 
a doctor, had picked Jessica up hours earlier, leaving Maggie alone in her 
room all day, staring out the window. 

''I hope all your wishes come true,'' Maggie softly muttered. 'Yeah, 
right.' 

Her ex-boyfriend Rob was in an insane asylum. His sister Stacy had been 
beaten up by some gang of thugs or something and was left handicapped and 
deformed and mute. Lydia's friend Debbie had tried to hang herself, but 
fortunately the ceiling fan she had tied the rope to was old, so when she 
leapt off her chair, the fan came down on her and only gave her a mild 
fracture on the skull and amnesia. 

And Lydia...who knew what was going on with Lydia? She had been dating 
Chris Sampson, one of the most popular guys in school, but then, last 
summer, as he was crossing the street, he was run over by an ice cream 
truck. Lydia had tried to bring him to the hospital, but she wasn't strong 
enough or fast enough, and he had died. Ever since, Lydia had become even 
more withdrawn and quiet than ever. 

'I hope all your wishes come true.' What a crock. 

Maggie walked around the room, and glanced over at Jessica's side. What a 
mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, mixed in with the occassional box of 
pizza or half-empty bag of chips. The stench would have been devastating 
had Maggie not had them keep the window open 24/7. So what if a rapist 
could climb in? At least they'd be able to breathe. 

Maggie half-heartedly sorted through her roommate's things. Three 
hairbrushes. Panty liner. A used tampon (ick). A vibrator. A pair of... 

A vibrator? 

Maggie looked it over. Sure enough, that's what it was. A long vibrator. 
Maggie pressed the on button and felt it purr alive in her hands. She 
giggled. She had had sex before -- with crazy Rob -- but she had 
masturbated before -- everyone girl did, didn't they --but she had never 
had battery-powered stimulation before. 

And Jessica would not be back for hours. She was probably out at some fancy 
restaurant, laughing with her two wealthy parents over a glass of wine and 
a plate of lamb. 

Maggie locked the door just to make sure. And she closed the blinds -- 
though not the windows. And then she took off her black pants and lay on 
the bed. Would it tickle? She wondered if she would even be able to orgasm. 
It had been over nine months since Rob had been put away. 

So she inserted the vibrator, turned it on, and began. Immediately, 
electric bolts of joy zapped through her body. Her pelvis thrust back and 
forth as the vibrator continued to massage and excite. Her breathing became 
erratic. She closed her eyes. Back and forth. Back and forth. The bed 
springs squeaked. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. 

Release! She sighed, relaxed. Release. 

So maybe she could still orgasm. 

She slid the vibrator out of her. 

'Oh, God,' she whispered with a half-smile. 'It's now all wet.' But then 
she looked over at Jessica's clutter. She deserved some kind of punishment 
for forcing Maggie to live like this. And what kind of punishment was this 
anyway? Maggie knew she didn't have any venereal diseases. At worst, when 
Jessica used her vibrator again, it would be sticky and incredibly 
uncomfortable. 

Maggie grinned and replaced the vibrator where she found it. Feeling a 
little better, she put her pants back on, opened the shades, and turned on 
some music. 

Jessica did return late that night, and Maggie was already asleep in her 
bed. Jessica turned off Maggie's stereo and sat down. 

It was a rare night of loneliness for Jessica. She had promised herself no 
boys this weekend, and she was going to uphold this promise. For her 
parents' sake. Heck, the two prudes thought their daughter was still a 
virgin. 

'I wonder what they'd think if they knew about the abortions,' Jessica 
wondered. Sometimes she wished she could tell them, but they still treated 
her like such a child -- and spoiled her -- and part of her still longed 
for that kind of innocence. 

But not right now. Right now, she longed for a penis inside of her. So she 
did the next best thing. She dug out her vibrator from under her pile of 
clothes. She knew it wouldn't wake Maggie up. Maggie had slept through 
Danny Potter and his 'CHEESECAKE CHEESECAKE CHEESECAKE!' moans. 

Jessica turned the machine on. It was her 18th birthday gift to herself, 
and she had been grateful ever since. She was still wearing her dinner 
outfit -- a suit, a blouse, a skirt, etc. -- so all she had to do was 
remove her panties, which she did. And she happily slid the throbbing 
device inside. 

It did not go in as smoothly as she was used to, but that problem was soon 
solved as her pussy began to moisten. The vibrator purred and pumped, and 
she softly exhaled pleasure. 

But then a new sensation joined her pleasure. An unfamiliar one. Was it the 
seafood she ate? She removed the vibrator and lay still on her bed. No, she 
felt strange. But not nauseous. But definitely uncomfortable. Her clothes 
felt tight, even her designer shoes. She kicked them off and massaged her 
aching feet. Then she unbuttoned her suit jacket. What was going on? Her 
bra straps began to irritate her skin, pinching. She sat up and looked down 
at her breasts. Was she hallucinating? They looked bigger. She cupped them 
in her hands. They were bigger. Fuller. No wonder her bra was tight. But 
she had heard arousal could temporarily increase breast size a bit, so she 
ignored it and lay back down on her mattress. 

Hair brushed against her lips. She grabbed a strand and looked at it. 'I 
guess I need another cut,' she thought. 'Oh well.' Then she stretched out 
to induce a yawn. Her feet kicked against the wall at the end of her bed. 
The white nylon stitching was stretched nearly clear on her feet and legs. 
Long legs. Really long legs. She stretched her legs out again just to see 
how long they were, and suddenly holes split open in the material around 
her calf muscles. And her lace bra was still getting tighter. 

'This isn't possible,' Jessica said, and with each breath felt her blouse 
squeezing her chest closer and closer. She could see her skin and bra 
through the now-wide openings between her buttons. And somehow she could 
see her stomach too -- her blouse had simply untucked itself from her 
skirt? Speaking about her skirt, the belt around her waist was killing her. 
Finally, she reached down to undo it before certain bodily harm. She 
grabbed the leather strap and yanked...and pulled the belt in two. 

Things were happening quickly now. Her blouse buttons were exploding away, 
one at a time, first the middle. Her swelling breasts, suffocating in the 
restrictive 36C bra, finally exhaled with relief as the back clasp snapped 
open. The cuffs on her sleeves were open, too, and they now only reached 
her elbows. The suit jacket became too small for her back, and burst open 
down the middle with a loud rip. Her stockings, meanwhile, were shredding 
very rapidly on her still growing legs, revealing more and more hard flesh. 
Her skirt, once one piece, was now more like seven or eight pieces, barely 
covering her thighs and pussy and ass. 

'Stop!' Jessica cried. 

And, coincidentally, it did. 

She slowly rose to her feet. Her large feet. Everything looked so small 
now. She looked down at her body. Two huge breasts sat in front of her. Two 
long legs stretched below her. 

Then Maggie, finally disturbed by all the ripping noises, opened her eyes 
and looked at her roommate. She rubbed her eyes. Five times. Turned on her 
night lamp. 

But there was her roommate, Jessica, almost seven feet tall. Or at least 
the face was Jessica's. Her red hair was different. Jessica didn't have 
this much hair. And Jessica certainly didn't have that size... 

'Holy shit!' yelled Maggie. 

'It just...happened. I was lying in my bed and it just...happened.' 

'Do you feel okay?' 

'Maggie...I feel great! I feel amazing! Look at me. I'm incredible! Of 
course, this was a Rubani outfit. Oh well. I'll just buy all new ones. I 
wonder if they make them in my size. I wonder what my size is. I wonder 
what my bra size is now! 48E?! Oh, I feel like I could conquer the world! 
Even my muscles have grown! Watch.' 

She bent over and lifted her box spring. With her right hand. 

'Oh.' Maggie stood up. Jessica was so much taller than her that Maggie, 
staring forward, ended up staring at her huge breasts. So Maggie looked to 
the window. And drew the shades. 'I've never seen anything like this.' 

'Maybe I'm special. Maybe I'm unique.' 

'And it just happened?' Maggie asked. 

'Just like that.' 

'You were thinking anything or doing anything?' 

'Well...' 

'What?' 

Jessica shook her head. 'It doesn't matter. I'm going to go have fun!' 

And she opened the door and skipped out of the room. 

'This can't be good,' said Maggie. She went over to fix Jessica's bed, 
which Jessica had left on its side. As she adjusted the mattress, Jessica's 
vibrator fell out and onto the floor. 

'The vibrator?' Maggie stared at it, puzzled. 

Meanwhile, Jessica, naked, had skipped over to the third floor. Deric 
Robertson's room. 

'So much for my promise,' she sighed, and knocked on the door. 

'Go away!' Deric's roommate Chester grumbled. 'It's one o'clock in the 
morning!' 

Jessica placed her palms against the door and pushed with the slightest 
effort. The hinges snapped open and the door fell forward, into the room. 
Jessica entered, flicked on the light, turned to Chester, and said: 

'You get out. Now.' 

Chester got out. Deric -- handsome, intelligent history major Deric -- had 
been sitting up in his bed, reading a magazine. Now he was just staring at 
Jessica, his jaw having fallen around his ankles. 

'Let's,' Jessica ordered succintly, and she climbed onto Deric's bed. He 
did not move a muscle. She looked down at his jeans and tossed away the 
magazine, revealing a huge, hard bulge underneath his zipper. 

In seconds, she had his most of his pants on the other side of the room. 
Mere seconds later, she was on top of him. And, unfortunately for her, mere 
seconds later, he had done what she had wanted him to do...only not quite 
so quickly. 

He removed herself from him. He had not changed his position at all. He 
still stared forward. His jaw was still at his ankles. It was as if every 
cell within his body had just suddenly froze with, what, terror? Fear? 
Shock? Complete and utter joy? 

Who knows. 

'It's never as good as you think,' Jessica complained, and as she began to 
scan her mental rolodex for more companions, a sudden wave of dizziness 
passed over her, and her body began to compact. 

'Oh, great,' she snarled, as she felt her power rapidly ebbing away from 
her body. Her breasts returned to their normal, normal size. Her mighty 
muscles were gone. Even her lust had dissipated. Jessica sighed and crawled 
into Chester's bed and pulled the blanket over her naked 18 year-old body, 
and, mere seconds later, fell asleep. 

The next morning, Maggie woke up and wandered her dorm looking for her 
missing roommate. Eventually, she reached the third floor, where a small 
crowd had gathered around Deric and Chester's room. 

'What the hell happened to their door, man?' someone asked, between 
spoonfuls of Frosted Flakes. 

Maggie pushed the others aside and stepped into the room. Jessica was still 
asleep in Chester's bed. Deric was missing, as was Chester. 

'Jessica? Jessie?' Maggie rubbed Jessica's arm. 

Jessica slowly stirred. 'Maggie? Hi. I had the strangest dream. I dreamt 
I...' 

Jessica saw the congregation outside the room. Deric's room. 

'Leave,' she growled. 

'Please,' Maggie added. 

The congregation went away. 

'Wow. So it wasn't...' 

Maggie shook her head. 

'Wow. I...can you get me some clothes from the room?' 

Maggie complied, and brought her roommate a t--shirt and shorts. 

'Where's Deric?' Jessica asked, slipping into her new clothes. 

'You don't know?' 

Jessica shook her head. 'Where's Chester?' 

'Who?' 

'The guy whose bed you slept in.' 

'Oh. Eeeewww!' Jessica bounced to her feet. 'I'm going to now go take a 
long, long, long shower.' 

'Jessica.' 

'Yeah, Maggie?' 

Maggie wanted to ask Jessica why she had lied. Why she hadn't mentioned the 
vibrator. Of course, people don't usually talk about such things, but last 
night was not a usual night. Still... 

'Have a good shower,' she said. 

Jessica left. For some reason, she was certain this had something to do 
with the vibrator. But then why hadn't she transformed? She had used the 
vibrator. She had even orgasmed... 

Chester had spent the night in the basement bathroom, masturbating. Deric, 
on the other hand, after Jessica had left, put on some new pants, snuck 
out, and went across the quad to visit his girlfriend Tanya in another 
dorm. 

He tapped on her window. 

'What are you doing here?' she asked. 'It's three o'clock in the morning!' 

He tapped again. Finally, she opened the window and let him in. 

Tanya had a single for the weekend, because her roommate's parents had 
taken her roommate out to L.A. until Monday. She sat up in his pajamas and 
kissed her boyfriends on the lips. 

'What's wrong?' she asked, closing the window behind him. 'And why the heck 
didn't you use the front door?' 

'It's locked after midnight. You know that.' 

'You could've called. I would've let you in.' 

'Anyway,' Deric said, 'you'll never believe what just happened to me. And 
I'm going to tell you now because I don't want to feel guilty, because it 
really wasn't my fault in the first place.' 

Tanya eyed him suspiciously. 'What?' 

And he told her. After he was finished, he added: 'She raped me, Tanya! It 
wasn't my fault. See.' 

'Some giantess broke into your room and ripped off your clothes and raped 
you.' 

'Yes! You've got to believe you.' 

'I believe you.' 

'You do??' 

'Sure. Why would you make up a story like that? I mean, the only reason I 
can think of is to cover up the fact that you cheated on me with some girl 
you're too afraid to mention, and you acted stupid, or maybe you were too 
drunk and 'not responsible for your actions', and now what's left of your 
pathetic little conscience is egging some form of guilt on you, and so, you 
concocted the wildest story you could come up with -- which surprises me, 
Deric, because I didn't think you were this imaginative -- and then told me 
it, expecting me to be too exhausted to argue with you about it or poke 
holes in it like a balloon.' 

'Holes? What holes? It's the truth!' 

'Holes?' Tanya echoed. 'Well, let's see, how about: nobody can rip a door 
off its hinges? How about: there are no seven foot women wandering naked 
anywhere except on the internet? How about: you're an idiot, Deric, and a 
terrible liar.' 

'Please. Look: she even cut me!' 

And he showed her his legs, which had indeed been cut when Jessica had torn 
his pants right off his body. 

'Proof!' he cried. 

'Go home, Deric. How far is the walk to Hell now, anyway?' Then the 
telephone rang. 'Jesus! Why are people awake at this hour? Hello?' 

Deric watched her as she spoke on the phone. Slowly, her face of anger 
shifted. She glanced at Deric, then hung up the phone. 

'That was my friend Maggie over in your dorm. She called to ask if I'd seen 
you. She said the door of your room was knocked off its hinges.' 

'Told you so,' Deric pouted. 

'Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry.' She embraced her. They kissed. Then she 
bent down. 

'Uh, Tanya, what are you doing?' 

'Kissing your wounds and making them better.' And she started planted three 
kisses on each of his leg cuts. After the ninth kiss, though, she sat up 
and wiped her mouth. 

'What's wrong?' he asked. 

'I tasted some of your blood. Ick.' 

'I guess that makes you a vampire now.' Deric leaned forward. He whispered 
into her ear: 'Why don't you suck me, vampire? Why don't you suck me dry?' 

Tanya laughed and pushed Deric away. 'Go home, Rimbaud.' 

Deric opened the window. 

'The front door isn't locked on the inside, genius.' 

'Oh.' Deric closed the window and left the room. 

Tanya sighed, shook her head, and lay back to sleep, dreaming of 
giantesses. 

Tanya's alarm went off at 10:00 a.m. She blindly reached over and slapped 
it quiet and, groaning, sat up. Deric had caused her to miss out on 
valuable weekend sleep time. 

She threw off her blanket and sat up. 

'Ooh, where's the chill coming from?' she muttered. Hadn't she closed the 
window? 

But then she opened her eyes and realized the chill was coming from the 
fact that she was barely dressed. 

Her pajama top was wide open, revealing her breasts to the world. And its 
shoulder seams had somehow split during the night, as had the seams on her 
pajama pants up to almost her crotch. 

'What the fuck?' she declared. She tried to button her top back up, but 
then noticed that all of the buttons were gone. 

She stood up. Her clothes had not shrunk, and she had not grown. How had 
this happened? 

Across the quad, Jessica was getting dressed for another day out with her 
parents. Maggie was sitting on her bed in her t-shirt and jeans, skimming 
through biology notes. 

As Jessica finished buttoning up her blouse, Maggie suddenly asked her: 
'Why didn't you tell me about this?' 

And Maggie took out the vibrator from underneath her pillow. 

'Well, Maggie, I don't mind sharing clothes with you. I don't even mind 
sharing some of my jewelry with you. I'm a philathropic person. But some 
things roommates don't share. Buy your own.' 

'You used this last night, didn't you?' 

'So? Give it back.' 

'It happened when you were using it, didn't it? The transformation.' 

'Transformation. Christ, you'd think I turned into a goat or something.' 

'Am I right?' Maggie asked. 

'So what. It was a coincidence.' 

'No, I don't think so.' 

'Yeah? Well, I don't care. Give it back.' 

'I think this has something to do with it. I think this has everything to 
do with it.' 

Jessica shrugged her shoulders. 'What if it does? It's mine.' 

Maggie wanted to tell her that it hadn't worked when she had used it, when 
Maggie had used it hours earlier. Which completely went against the 
argument that the vibrator was the cause. Unless she was somehow immune to 
it, like it was a virus or something... 

Or maybe... 

'Holy shit,' Maggie whispered. 

Jessica snatched her vibrator and put it back in her closet. 'Have a nice 
day reading,' she snickered, and went out. 

She peeked her head in the doorway and added: 'And don't you even think of 
touching it.' 

Then she left. 

'This is crazy,' Maggie thought. 'I mean, if I did somehow pass on 
something to the vibrator when I orgasmed, then why didn't I have it in the 
first place. I mean, why can't I transform like that?' 

And she returned to her biology notes. She started rereading something in 
her notebook when an energy suddenly filled her chest. She gasped. The 
notebook fell to the floor. 

It all happened in a daze. Her muscles ballooned underneath her clothes 
like growing bubbles. Her legs, her arms, her entire body swelled and 
stretched. Even her breasts filled, and faster than the rest of her. Pretty 
soon, her suffocating body had its release, though, as her clothing burst 
open. 

'Oh, God, oh God, oh God,' she whispered, and slowly rose. Rags of cotton, 
which used to be her t-shirt, slipped to the floor on top of her notebook. 
Strips of denim, which used to be her jeans, fell on top of her t-shirt. 

She stood up straight, and bumped her head on the ceiling. She had to be at 
least 7 feet tall. Without having to move, she reached over and closed the 
shades. 

'Well,' Maggie said, 'that answers that question.' 

Then the telephone rang. 

Maggie picked it up. The receiver was smaller than her hand! 'Hello?' 

'Maggie, hi. Are you awake yet?' 

It was her little sister. Lydia. 

'Hi, Lydia. I, um, can't really talk right now. Can you--' 

'Guess where I'm calling from?' 

Maggie frowned. 'The house?' 

'Nope. The front door of your dorm. Surprise!' 

Maggie dropped the phone and it exploded all over the floor. 

Lydia waited outside for her sister to open the dormitory's front door. Her 
left hand carried a suitcase, her right hand carried her bus ticket. 

'This school is so beautiful,' Lydia thought, gazing around at the leaves, 
already browning and reddening with the onset of October. 'I wish I were 
old enough to...Lydia, you moron, stop! You know what happened last time 
you wished for something. And all the damage that did. Although I 
could've...I could've saved Chris's life if I hadn't wished my powers away. 
I could've reached the hospital in plenty of time. Oh...life sucks.' 

'Hey, babe,' squeaked a voice. 

Lydia turned around. 

'I'm Chester,' the gawky, apparently color-blind 18 year-old said, sticking 
his hand out into her face, waving it back and forth. It looked like a 
fish. 

Lydia reluctantly shook it. 'Hi.' 

'I haven't seen you around before. You must be new.' 

Normally, Lydia would have been flattered to have been mistaken to be older 
than she actually was. She was 14, but people always thought she 'had to be 
a cute 10 or 11.' But for this sweaty argument against Darwin's theories to 
mistake her for a college student... 

'Do you know what room Maggie Webb lives in?' she asked, desperately trying 
to avoid his lecherous gaze. 

'Oh, sure. Maggie and I are, you know...' Chester showed Lydia two of his 
fingers and slapped them together. Then he began to have one finger move up 
and down the other, wrap around the other, tap against the other again and 
again and again... 

'Great. Which room is she in?' 

'I'll do more than tell you, babe. I'll show you.' 

Chester unlocked the front door and escorted Lydia through the colorful 
first floor of Maggie's dormitory, down the 'East Wing' to a pink door. 

He rapped an odd beat on the door. 'Oh, Maggie, Chester is here. And with a 
very attractive guest.' 

'Hi, Maggie,' Lydia said through the door. 

'Uh, can you wait a second, Lydia?' came the reply. It was Maggie's 
voice...sort of. Did she have a cold? 

Lydia looked at Chester. He was drooling. 

'Uh, no, um, Maggie. I don't think I can wait a second.' And Lydia grabbed 
the knob and pushed open her sister's pink door. 

'Hi,' Maggie said, from under her covers. 

'Hi, Maggie,' said Chester, entering first. 

'Wow. And Dad says I'm the late sleeper.' 

'I haven't been feeling like myself lately,' Maggie replied. 

'Hi, Maggie,' Chester repeated. 

'No. You do look...different.' 

'So where's Jessica?' Chester frothed. 

'Out,' said Maggie. 

'Why don't you join her?' Lydia added. 

So Chester shuffled out. Lydia slammed the door shut behind him. 

'What species was that?' she asked. 

'No one knows.' 

Lydia sat on Jessica's bed. Stared at her sister. 

'So, aren't you happy to see me?' she asked. 

'Sure. Of course.' 

'I figured you'd be lonely this weekend. Dad wanted to come up but...you 
know.' 

'Sure.' 

'So...' Lydia frowned. There was something definitely different about her 
sister. She looked like she was rolled up into a ball underneath those 
covers. Could she be that cold? 'Maggie, what's going on?' 

'What do you mean?' 

'What are you hiding?' 

'What am I hiding?' 

Then Lydia's mind clicked. 'But how could it be possible!' her mind 
screamed. 'It's all over! Maggie wasn't even involved!' 

Finally, Lydia spoke: 'How did it happen?' 

'How did...oh, fuck it.' And Maggie stood up. Her blankets fell away, 
revealing her massive, muscled, beautiful 7 foot frame. She looked down at 
her tiny sister. 'Surprise.' 

'I wish it were,' retorted Lydia. 

'You don't look surprised.' 

'Well, I think I got a surprise for you, too. Have a seat.' And Lydia told 
Maggie everything that had happened to her last year, about her wish to be 
tall and beautiful and how it had come true and everything that happened 
after that. After she was finished, the two sisters sat in silence for a 
long time. Finally, Maggie broke the silence: 

'Rob's not crazy!' 

'No.' 

'Well, that's good. I guess. I suppose.' 

'But that doesn't explain this. How did this happen to you, Maggie?' 

So Maggie explained her story, from the vibrator to the broken door to what 
had happened to her body only a half hour earlier. 

'It all makes sense,' Maggie said. 'Somehow, our vaginal juices--' 

'DISGUSTING!' 

'Whatever. But I tried to turn back to normal after you called.' 

'Maybe you were under too much stress. Try again now.' 

So Maggie closed her eyes and thought about her normal body and squeezed 
her fists together, which did little more than erect a thick vein across 
her biceps. But then she wished harder, and began to feel her size 
diminish. She opened her eyes and watched the posters on the wall drift 
higher and higher. Her feet, which had previously occupied almost two floor 
tiles each, contracted back to their regular, one tile length. Her shapely 
leg muscles seemed to vanish back into the flesh of her shrinking legs. And 
her breasts returned back to a size that could fit into a brassiere -- in 
Maggie's case, 35B. 

She felt a lot weaker, and a little dizzy, but Maggie knew she was herself 
again. She danced around and immediately put on some clothes. 

'So if I wish for this never to happen again, it won't, right?' Maggie 
asked Lydia. 

'Well, I don't know. I mean, you didn't wish for it to happen in the first 
place, and your roommate grew.' 

'Oh, God. Do you think she can still...OH GOD!' 

'What?!' Lydia asked, suddenly alarmed by the look of terror on her older 
sister's face. 

'Jessica slept with Deric!' 

'We have to find the both of them. Now.' 

'And do what?' 

'We'll figure that out when we get there,' Lydia replied, and they were 
off. 

Jessica and her parents was at Chez House, the local beachside silver spoon 
restaurant. 

'No, dear,' her mother said to her father, 'we met the Wilsons at the 
Hamptons with the Birches over by that cluster of elms. Don't you 
remember?' 

'Darling,' Jessica's father volleyed back, 'we met the Wilsons at the 
Vineyard with the Carters. And the Elms have that summer house in the 
Hamptons. The Birches live on Nantucket.' 

'You know, I once knew a man from Nantucket...' Mom began, and as she 
continued in her story, Jessica could not help but notice the busboy by the 
kitchen. He looked foreign. Jessica liked them foreign. Domestic was good, 
too, actually. She winked at him. He winked back. 

'Jessica, is something the matter?' her father suddenly asked her. 

She looked at him. Wait a second. Something was the matter. That warmth 
from last night... She could already feeling her clothes closing in on her 
body. 

'Um, I have to go use the little girls' room,' Jessica said, and 
immediately stood up. As she rose, her blouse untucked itself from her 
skirt. She bolted for the bathroom. 

Fortunately, there was no one there. Jessica stared at her swelling 
reflection in the mirror. Her red hair had already grown five inches and 
was hanging down in long mess. The spaces of revealed flesh between her 
blouse buttons was growing, too, and Jessica could make out part of her 
straining bra. 

'Oh, this is bad,' she muttered. Her large fingers fumbled with the small 
buttons on her blouse, but she managed to pull it off before ruin ensued. 
She was too late for her shoes, though, and watched with teary eyes as her 
designer pumps split open on her widening feet. She pushed her skirt down 
her rapidly-muscling legs and was about to work on her bra when the 
bathroom door opened. 

'Hola,' the waiter grinned, locking the door behind him. 'Oooh. You're all 
ready for me.' 

Jessica stared down him. He sure was attractive. And would probably last 
longer than mere seconds, unlike some quickshooters she knew. 

'I sure am,' she replied, and pulled him close to her. His face buried in 
her expanding breasts. He wrapped his arms around her to attempt to undo 
the bra from the back, but he couldn't reach the entire way. Just as well: 
the back snaps popped on their own moments later. The waiter, engulfed in 
flesh, paid no attention. 

He took down his pants, noticed she was not wearing any panties anymore, 
shrugged, and buried himself into her deep pussy. As he rocked back and 
forth, she picked him up and matched his motions with her own girations. He 
wrapped his bare legs around her ass and pushed and pulled and pushed and 
pulled and pushed and pulled and pushed and pulled.. 

Jessica was squeezing him tight now, lost in the passion of the moment. She 
could feel him throbbing within her. He was lighter than a basketball in 
her arms, but most of his body was now irrelevent. The only thing that 
mattered was already doing its job like a factory piston, and wonderfully. 
She squeezed her arms tighter, embracing him with all the carnal love she 
could muster. 

Push and pull and push and pull and push and pull and push and pull and 
CLIMAX...and then a rather odd cracking noise. 

Jessica opened her eyes. What the hell was that? She stared at the waiter. 
The waiter was staring at her. A strange, sort of vacant stare. Still 
holding him with her left hand, she waved her right hand in front of his 
eyes. He did not even blink. 

'Oh, shit,' she groaned, and let go of her waiter. He fell to the floor 
with a dead thump, and began to drool blood out of the corner of his mouth. 

'Honey, are you all right?' her mother asked from the other side of the 
door. 'Your lobster is getting cool.' 

Jessica looked to the wall. A window! Well, a small window. A window she 
may have been able to fit through when she was five. Or maybe five feet. 
But it didn't matter. Jessica reached up and gently tugged the frame off 
from the rest of the wall. Then she began to make herself a bigger hole, 
grabbing chunks of wall surrounding the opening and tossing them aside like 
baseball. 

'Uh, honey? That doesn't sound too good.' 

'Oh, go fuck a hamster,' Jessica muttered, and crawled out of the bathroom, 
out into the rear parking lot of Chez House, overlooking the beach. 

And there was something going on down at the beach. Something very unusual.

While Jessica had been lunching it up with her parents in Chez House, Deric 
and Tanya were enjoying their Sunday at the beach. 

'I bet those could glow in the dark,' Tanya quipped, referring to Deric's 
florescent green bathing trunks. 

'The bathhouse's right over there if you're really curious.' 

'Curiosity killed the cat.' 

'Ooh,' Deric purred. 'Kinky.' 

They sat back on the warm white sand and watched the waves tiptoe up the 
beach, then bashfully scamper away. It was a gorgeous Indian-summer day. 

And the beach was fairly vacant. There were mostly young couples and their 
younger children. All the older couples were out driving, and the college 
students were home with their families. So it was quiet and peaceful. 
Perfect. 

Tanya patted her blue one-piece and enjoyed the sunshine. Absolutely 
perfect. 

'Nobody's looking,' Deric whispered in her ear. 'Let's hickey each other to 
death.' 

'We're obsessed with this sucking motif today, aren't we?' 

And they kissed each other on the lips. Long. Hard. French. Slowly, they 
moved away from the lips and began kissing each other on the body, on the 
flesh. Tanya licked Deric's chest. Deric pressed his lips against Tanya's 
neck. Then he began to move further and further down. Down the side of her 
chest. Across her chest. Over her left breast. He heard her giggle. Below 
her left breast. Her stomach, through the bathing suit. And then below. 

'Deric,' she muttered, but didn't stop him. 

His lips found her hips, and then her thighs, and then back up again, 
slowly. Slowly. 

She began to tremble. Deric smiled. He was better than he thought. He 
continued on her thigh. Since when was she so muscular there? She must be 
working out, Deric concluded. Her trembling intensified. Deric stopped, sat 
back. 

'Tanya?' 

And suddenly, just like that, her one-piece was a two-piece. The top split 
from the bottom with a loud pop, revealing incredibly textured stomach 
muscles. 

'Tanya?' 

But the top was soon becoming too tight for her growing breasts. Some flesh 
began to slip underneath the top, and over the top, her cleavage stretched 
out beautifully, all the while complemented by an increasing muscle tone 
all across her upper body. Her shoulders widened. Her arms became thick. 
Strong. 

As did her legs below. Pubic hairs began to peek out from the sides of her 
'shrinking' bottom. And the seams themselves were showing undeniable signs 
of strain. 

She was like a volumptuous Playboy model wearing an 8 year-old girl's 
bathing suit, and the suit couldn't take it anymore. The top ripped open 
down the middle, splling out her breasts, and the bottom exploded moments 
later. 

'Tanya?' 

Then the ruckus on the beach began. First, a six year-old boy noticed her. 
And pointed. Then his mother, spanking her son for impolitely pointing, 
noticed her. Within a minute, the entire beach began to either curiously 
approach Tanya and Deric, or run far, far away. 

'Tanya?' 

She was gigantic. Over seven feet tall. And beautiful. And in a definite, 
numbing state of shock. 

Deric began to have flashbacks to the night before. To Jessica, ripping 
down his door, tearing off his pants, molesting him. 

'Tanya?' he asked again, but now his voice was tinged with fear, and 
hesitation. He began to crawl backward, away from his girlfriend. 

'DERIC!' 

Deric froze. That wasn't Tanya's voice. He gazed up, and saw naked, massive 
Jessica slowly approaching down the sandy hill from Chez House. 

And she looked very, very unhappy to see him.

'If they're not here, where could they be?' Lydia asked Maggie as they 
walked around the lovely campus. 

'I don't know. And you know, there's still one thing about this whole mess 
I don't understand. When you 'wished' your power gone last year, why did 
Debbie Dugan turn back to normal? I mean, if this thing is like a virus, 
then...you know what I mean?' 

'Maybe it was psychological,' Lydia replied. 'Debbie knew she couldn't 
change without my help. So when I took it away, her mind just rationalized 
that she had lost her powers, too.' 

'You know, this means you can still grow, if you wanted to.' 

'Those are the operative words, aren't they? 'If I wanted to.'' 

Maggie snapped her fingers. 'Wait! Deric probably took my friend Tanya down 
to the beach!' 

And she and Lydia crowded into Maggie's breadbox-sized Volkswagen. 

'I see you're keeping the car up nicely,' Lydia chirped, knocking on the 
dashboard. The dashboard knocked back, and Lydia shut up. 

On the beach, Tanya watched, still paralyzed, as Jessica towered over 
Deric. His entire body fit in her 'thin' shadow. 

'You disappointed me, Deric. And I don't like to be disappointed.' 

She wrapped her hand all the way around his neck and lifted him up three 
feet off the sand. 

'Don't worry. I know you like it quick.' 

'...help...me...' he gasped. '...tanya...' 

Tanya blinked. The world began to crystalize for her again. Yes, she was on 
a beach. It was a gorgeous day. A Sunday. And she was on the beach with... 

'Deric!' She rose. 'Oh my God! How did I get to be so big? Where's my 
bathing suit?!' 

'Oh, shut up, Tanya,' Jessica grunted. 

'Hey. Let him go.' 

'In a minute,' Jessica replied through her thin smile, as she began to 
apply pressure to Deric's neck. 

'I said: let him go!' 

And Tanya rushed at Jessica, knocking both she and Deric into the water. 
Deric rolled away from Jessica, and a few of the passive onlookers grabbed 
him and carried him away from the two giantesses. 

Jessica reached out with her hands. She grabbed Tanya's E-cup right breast 
with one hand, and picked her up in her pussy with the other, and threw the 
poor girl thirty feet into the sea, where Tanya helplessly landed with a 
violent splash. 

'Bitch,' Jessica muttered. 

'Jessica!' 

Jessica looked to her left. 'What do you want, little girl?' 

'Jessica, please. You've already killed one person. You're going to jail!' 
Maggie cried. 'Don't make this any more difficult!' 

And Jessica saw policemen also beginning to gather on the beach, taking out 
their pistols. 

'Oh, please,' Jessica said. 

'Jessica, it has to stop now.' 

'You know, Maggie. I've always not liked you. You snore. I hate people who 
snores.' 

And she took a giant step toward Maggie. 

'This is the police! Please stop moving and put your hands up!' 

Jessica took another giant step toward Maggie. 

'Uh, Maggie, maybe we should leave,' Lydia suggested. 

'No. I'm not leaving until Jessica leaves. A normal-sized Jessica.' 

'Don't hold your breath, Maggie,' Jessica chuckled, and grabbed Maggie by 
the shirt. 

'Don't shoot!' someone yelled. 'You'll hit the girl!' 

Jessica lifted Maggie up over her head. 'I wonder how hard I can throw you 
down. I wonder just how many bones I can break.' 

'Maggie, you've got to change!' Lydia screamed. But Maggie was too 
frightened to hear her sister. All she could think about were her bones, 
shattering, and the fact that all this was her fault. 

Lydia looked down at the water. Tanya was slowly crawling her way back to 
land. Ordinary Tanya. Unable-to-stop-Jessica Tanya. 

And then Lydia saw Chris, running across the street to meet her, carrying a 
bouquet of flowers. Chris, who had noticed her and accepted her for who she 
was. Chris, who she could not save. 

Who she did not save. 

'That's not who I am,' she thought. 'I can't just let this happen all over 
again. I can't! This is a part of me. This is part of who I am.' 

And Lydia grew. Her immature breasts filled with power. Energy that had 
been storing up for almost a year coarsed madly through her veins. Her 
clothing burst to pieces on her tall, beautiful body. And she continued 
growing, accepting her power and her strength willingly. This was a part of 
who she was, and she was very proud of it. 

And she was also very pissed off at Jessica. 

When Lydia finished growing, she was eight feet tall. All that stored up 
potential had just exploded within her, and now she was bigger than even 
Jessica. 

'Put her down, punching bag,' Lydia demanded. 

'What?' asked Jessica, confused. 

So Lydia explained, and sent a massive punch right into Jessica's jaw. 
Maggie fell harmlessly onto the sand, and Jessica also fell, suddenly, 
completely unconscious. 

'Maggie, are you okay?' Lydia asked, kneeling beside her sister. 

'Yeah. Thanks.' 

The police began to cautiously surround them. Several officers still had 
their guns pointed at Jessica, who was quickly shrivelling back to normal, 
and a few of the officers were aiming their pistols at Lydia, not knowing 
what to expect. 

So Lydia shrank herself back to her ordinary 14 year-old self. A policeman 
covered her nudity with a beach towel. 

'Thanks,' she said. 

Maggie and Lydia followed him to a squad car, for questioning. While 
waiting to be taken to the station, Lydia turned to Maggie and asked: 

'So. Now what happens?' 

'Who knows?' Maggie replied, smiling at her sister. 'Anything can happen. 
Whatever we wish.' 

THE END