Daisy and Dexter
by Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Dexter is ready to profess his love for Daisy, but she has some Big News first....


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This is a story that popped into my head the other day. It contains two of my
favorite themes - female transformation and the protective girlfriend. I hope
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It was the first day of school and Dexter was on a mission. He hadn't seen -
nor even spoken to - his best friend Daisy all summer. His parents shipped him
off to his grandfather's farm in Saskatchewan for the summer. His father hoped
that this would, "make a man out of him".

Dexter couldn't help being short, but it was true that prior to spending the
summer at his grandfather's farm he didn't get a lot of physical exercise. His
grandparents saw to it, however, that his time in Saskatchewan wasn't wasted.
Dexter had to admit that he was pleased with the results.

He'd actually grown two inches over the summer and put on fifteen pounds of
muscle. This meant that he was now 5'2" and weighed 128 pounds which was
actually at the lower end of the "normal" range for his height. This was a
first for Dexter.

The downside was, he was so cut off from the rest of the world that the only
way he was able to communicate with Daisy was via snail mail. For two
youngsters growing up in the digital age, this was excruciatingly slow and
primitive.

There were several reasons why Dexter was anxious to see Daisy again. The main
reason was because being separated from her all summer made him realize that
his feelings for her were deeper than he thought. He came to the realization
early in the summer that he was in love with his best friend. He didn't want
to tell her this in a letter, however. He wanted to tell her face to face.

Face to face was a problem, though. Before the start of the summer, Daisy was
5'8", a full eight inches taller than Dexter. Now that he had grown two
inches, she was only six inches taller than him. But it wasn't really the
added two inches as much as the confidence that Dexter had gained that made
the difference.

Dexter and Daisy had been best friends since sixth grade. She had always been
tall for her age and Dexter had always been short. They were also known as the
two biggest science geeks in the small town where they grew up.

Dexter had always thought of Daisy as pretty. She had pretty brown eyes and a
sweet, shy smile. She also had long, beautiful raven hair. She was what was
sometimes referred to as a "nerd hottie". It's true that she was very flat
chested and pretty much flat everywhere else to. The cool kids called her
"Olive Oyl", and in all fairness, her body closely resembled Popeye's
girlfriend including the oversized feet,

Dexter didn't care about any of that. He loved Daisy and he was finally ready
to declare his love. This was the start of their senior year in high school,
and it was about time he became a man instead of a mouse!

He couldn't wait to show Daisy his new, improved physique. Plus, in her last
few letters, Daisy wrote about having a big surprise for him. He had no idea
what the surprise could be, but he was anxious to find out.

So Dexter was trolling the halls on his mission to find Daisy and finally
confess his love for her. As he rounded a corner he ran face first into the
largest boobs he'd ever seen. "Oh, excuse me," he said nervously without even
looking up.

"Wow, Dex, what's your hurry?" a familiar voice asked. Dexter couldn't quite
believe his ears. He looked up, and there towering above him like never before
was Daisy's pretty face. Her usually pretty smile was beaming. She was clearly
glad that Dexter had literally run into her.

"Daisy! Is that really you?" Dexter asked, not quite sure he could believe his
own eyes.

"It's me, alright," she said, "All 6'8", 202 pounds of me!"

"But... HOW?" Dexter asked.

Daisy glanced down at her cell phone for the time. "Shit!" she said, "I'm
sorry, Dex, but I've got to run to class. I'll meet you in the bleachers for
lunch, okay? I'll tell you all about it."

"Oh...okay," said Dexter. He could hardly believe his eyes. Daisy was not only
taller, but she had the body of an Amazon goddess. Each one of her breasts was
as big as his head. As he watched her walk away, he couldn't help but be
mesmerized by the sway of her tight, round ass and sexy womanly hips. Though
she was tall, her body was perfectly proportioned. The rest of her body
finally matched her big feet.

Dexter had a hard time concentrating during his morning classes. All he could
think about was Daisy's amazing transformation. He wondered what this meant
for him. How could he confess his love for her now? It would seem like he was
only saying he loved her now that she'd become so beautiful. It also occurred
to him how out of his league she was now. "Damn! Why did I tell her I loved
her in a letter before I saw her?" he asked himself over and over.

Lunch could not come soon enough. Like a lot of the students at their school,
Dexter and Daisy brought their lunches and ate them while sitting in the
bleachers of the football field on days when the weather permitted. Today was
a fine sunny day.

When Dexter saw Daisy, he wasn't surprised to see that she was surrounded by a
group of seven or eight boys who all seemed eager to get to know her better.
Of course, these were the same guys that she and Dexter had been going to
school with their whole lives. These were the same guys that hardly spoke to
Daisy in the past, and if they did, it was only to call her Olive Oyl.

When Daisy noticed that Dexter had joined the crowd of boys around her she
said, "Okay, boys, Dexter's here, and we haven't seen each other all summer.
We want to catch up, so the rest of you are going to have to run along now."

This news was greeted with a lot of grumbles and a few muttered protests but
Daisy reminded them, "I told you boys that you'd have to go when Dexter got
here. You all agreed to that, now shoo!" There were more grumbles and
complaints, but they slowly meandered off.

Daisy looked at Dexter and said, "Wow, Dexter! I can see that farm live agreed
with you. You've gained weight, and aren't you a couple of inches taller?"

Dexter was flattered that Daisy noticed the changes in him, but he also felt a
little silly talking about the changes in him when the headline was clearly
her incredible transformation.

"Yeah," replied Dexter, "But my God, Daisy, what happened to you?!?"

Daisy flashed her pretty smile at Dexter. "Oh... you noticed then?" she asked.

"Come on, Daisy, cut the crap! How did you grow a full foot in height and gain
over sixty pounds and... all that other stuff in one summer?"

Daisy again smiled at Dexter and said, "Forty-three, twenty-four,
thirty-seven."

"What's that?" asked Dexter.

"That's 'all that other stuff' that I gained over the summer." She replied.
"And my bra cup which used to be a double-A in now a double-J."

"Oh" said Dexter. He took three or four seconds to process that information.
"But how?" he asked.

"Well, you know I went to work for my father this summer," she began. Her
father was a biochemist and a nutritionist. Three years ago he started his own
beverage company. His company specialized in healthy alternatives to standard
soft drinks.

"Yeah," Dexter said.

"And you know that my father has been trying hard to break into the health
drink market," Daisy said.

"Uh huh," Dexter agreed.

"Well, with my help, we achieved a major breakthrough!" Daisy concluded.

"You mean to tell me that a health drink did all this to you? That's
incredible!" said Dexter, "When can I try some?"

"Well, that's the thing. There seems to be something very unique about my
metabolism. While our new formula is very beneficial to the health of the
average person, no one else has responded to it with anywhere near the results
that I have," she explained.

"That's amazing," said Dexter.

"Believe me, Dex, you don't know the half of it. Watch this." Daisy stood up
and flexed her arms and her biceps suddenly grew to perfect sixteen inch twin
peaks. While Dexter was still staring slack-jawed at the new, improved Daisy,
she reached down and lifted up the Doctor Who t-shirt she was wearing to
reveal her totally ripped six-pack abs.

"You look really healthy," said Dexter in the understatement of the year.

"I AM very healthy," confirmed Daisy, "Healthy and strong."

"How strong?" asked Dexter.

Then, as if on cue, Lannie Sweeny came walking up. As usual, he had two of his
idiot friends with him. Guys like Lannie always seem to travel in packs. "Hey,
Dexter, aren't you going to introduce me to your new hot friend?"

"It's me, Lannie; it's Daisy. You already know me," said Daisy.

Lannie was the biggest, strongest, most athletic boy in their class, and he
never let anyone forget it. He was also the biggest asshole! Lannie was the
proverbial alpha male on steroids. For some reason, guys like Lannie always
have to find the smallest, weakest guy around to pick on. In the case of
Lannie, that was Dexter.

Lannie also had a history with Daisy. For reasons that she's still embarrassed
to admit, in seventh grade Daisy developed a major crush on Lannie. When he
found out, he made a point out of letting it be known that he wasn't
interested. He announced it loudly to anyone who would listen. He laughed at
the very idea that he would ever be interested in someone like Daisy. He went
out of his way to humiliate her, and in the process gave her the nickname
Olive Oyl. Giving Daisy that nickname was as close as Lannie ever got to being
clever or creative.

They were on different levels of the bleachers, but Daisy stepped down so that
they were even with one another. She wanted Lannie to see that she was now
three inches taller than he was. Despite her height advantage, Lannie and
Daisy weighed approximately the same amount.

"Damn, girl, you've changed," said Lannie, that silver tongued devil.

"Oh, Lannie, you noticed," she said with a mock flirtatious voice.

"O' course I noticed," Lannie responded. He was unaware that Daisy was mocking
him. He thought she was actually flirting. "Hey, Daisy, didn't you used to
have a crush on me?" He was too stupid to realize that this was the last thing
he should be bringing up if he wanted to impress her.

"I sure did, Lannie, and you know, I was hoping that I would run into you
today."

"Oh yeah?" the star athlete asked.

"Yes, Lannie... so that I could do this." Daisy suddenly snatched Lannie by
the collar and lifted him into the air. She quickly flipped him around so that
she was lifting the two hundred pound boy over her head with one hand under
his chest and another on his right thigh.

"What are you doing, you crazy bitch? Put me down!" Lannie cried.

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Daisy. She tossed Lannie several feet
through the air so that he landed in the grass beyond the bleachers. She
jumped down and began to slowly walk towards him.

"Grab her!" Lannie shouted to his two flunkies who obediently obeyed their
leader. They each grabbed one of Daisy's strong arms. "Hold her there," Lannie
ordered as he sprang to his feet and went over and punched Daisy with a hard
right to the stomach. Lannie was an experienced fighter and took out many
opponents his own size and even bigger with one punch.

"Shit!" Lannie cried as he began to shake and massage his right hand. "What
are you wearing under that shirt, you bitch? Body armor?"

"No, Lannie, that's just my steel-hard abs," Daisy replied with a smile.

"Well, fuck that," said Lannie and this time he threw a left cross to Daisy's
jaw. Now he had two badly bruised hands. Meanwhile, Daisy never stopped
smiling.

"Are you finished?" she asked.

"What are you, you crazy bitch, some kind of Supergirl or something?" Lannie
asked.

"That's right," replied Daisy "I'm a Supergirl." She slowly began to raise her
arms up lifting Lannie's two lackeys into the air as she did. They weighed
around two hundred pounds each, and Daisy lifted them like it was nothing.

Once their feet were high enough off the ground, Daisy simply shook her arms
hard once or twice, and the two toadies fell to the ground. They looked up at
Daisy who looked down at them and made a sudden movement towards them and
said, "BOO!" rather loudly. Both boys jumped up and ran off. Neither one were
seen at school for the rest of the day.

Daisy went over to Lannie and said, "Now, Lannie, you have a choice. You can
promise to never bother Dexter or me ever again, and you can walk away with
nothing more serious than two bruised hands. If you don't like that choice,
I'm going to have to make sure that you never bother Dexter or me ever again
anyway."

Lannie looked up at Daisy and said, "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm
Lannie-fucking-Sweeny! Nobody talks to Lannie-fucking-Sweeny that way and gets
away with it. The stupid boy was stupid enough to swing his bruised right fist
at Daisy again.

This time, Daisy caught it and squeezed. Lannie screamed out in pain.

"Goddamn! Please, stop, you're crushing my hand," the strong boy shouted.

"Get on your knees," Daisy demanded.

Lannie dropped to his knees. "Please, let go of my hand. I...I promise that I
w-won't b-bother you or D-Dexter ever again," he sobbed.

Daisy stood there and calmly said, "No, Lannie, that's not good enough
anymore. Now you have to swear to God that you will never pick on anyone else,
ever again for the rest of your life."

"I...I swear to God t-that I w-will n-never pick on a-anyone else f-f-for the
r-rest of m-m-my life," Lannie promised. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Daisy let go of Lannie's fist. "Okay, then; I'm glad we got that settled." She
casually strolled back over to Dexter. "That's how strong I am now," she said.

"Did you break his hand?" Dexter asked.

"No, but I could have if I wanted to," replied Daisy. "I could have mashed his
hand into pulp if I wanted."

Dexter did not know how to respond to that. He was impressed by Daisy's new
power, but he was also impressed with her restraint. Finally he concluded,
"I'm glad you didn't."

Daisy reached out and grasped Dexter under his arms. She lifted him up to her
lips and planted a big, juicy kiss on his mouth. While still holding him up
she said, "Dexter, there's something I've wanted to tell you for the longest
time."

"What's that," he said, still staggered by her kiss.

"Dexter, I love you, and I think that we should become boyfriend and
girlfriend," she said.

"YES!" Dexter shouted, "Yes! I accept. I mean, I agree, I mean...YES!"

Daisy put him back down. "We better start heading back to the main building
now, it's about time for the bell to ring," Daisy observed.

As they walked hand-in-hand Daisy said, "Dex, do you want to come over to my
house after school?"

"Sure," replied Dexter.

"Good! My parents won't be home until late. I was thinking that we could go to
my room and you could really get to know my new body."

"Really?" asked Dexter.

"Yes, Sweetie, I want you to explore all my peaks and valleys," said Daisy.

"Heh heh, I guess more one will be calling you 'Olive Oyl' anymore," Dexter
observed.

"No, I guess not," agreed Daisy. "It's really kind of ironic."

"Why?" asked Dexter.

"Didn't I tell you?" said Daisy, "The main ingredient of the health drink I
helped my father develop is spinach!"

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