The Second Dose
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The locker room had quieted. Most of the other girls had already showered, changed, and drifted off to their next classes, leaving only the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional drip from a distant showerhead. The four of them remained in the shadowed corner, huddled in a tight circle like conspirators.
Tammy had mostly calmed down. She still slipped into Spanish when she got excited, but the full meltdown was over. She leaned against a locker, arms crossed, eyes flicking between Sharon’s reflection in the mirror and the jar of white pills sitting innocently on the bench like candy.
“Okay, okay,” Tammy said, switching back to English laced with Spanglish flair. “So we’re doing this, ¿verdad? We’re gonna push the experiment. Sharon’s already a maldita diosa—now we gotta see how much further this shit can go. I’m not waiting months. I want results yesterday.”
Megan fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, glasses slipping down her nose. “We should be careful, though. Like… really careful. Don’t just dump everything on her at once. She might freak out if it hits too fast. Or worse—something bad could happen. We need to go slow, track everything, maybe write it down.”
Lily was silent longer than usual. She sat cross-legged on the bench, elbows on knees, chin in hands, staring at Sharon’s midsection—the deep, shadowed cuts of her eight-pack, the faint veins that traced upward from her hips toward the navel piercing like delicate rivers. Finally she spoke, voice low and deliberate.
“Sharon. How many pills did you take today?”
Sharon, still basking in the afterglow of the volleyball massacre, shrugged one massive shoulder. “Just the one. Same as always. Popped it this morning with water.”
Lily nodded slowly. “And yesterday you took the first one after school. So… roughly twenty-four hours between doses.”
Tammy tilted her head. “¿Y qué?”
Lily’s eyes narrowed. “What if we double it? What if she takes another one right now? See if an overdose accelerates everything. The body changes, the brain boost—maybe it’s dose-dependent. Maybe more pills = faster results.”
Sharon’s head snapped toward Lily. For the first time since the transformation, something like genuine excitement—almost hunger—flashed across her face.
“You mean… stack them?” she asked, voice dropping to a purr.
Lily shrugged. “It’s science. Controlled experiment. One variable changed. We watch. We record. Worst case, nothing happens. Best case…” She gestured at Sharon’s entire sculpted, vascular, hyper-feminine physique. “…you become even more unfair.”
Tammy’s eyes lit up. “¡Sí! ¡Eso! Let’s do it. But she needs fuel, ¿no? All that dairy. I say we raid the cafeteria kitchen. They always have those big cartons in the back. We stuff her until she pops—or glows. Whatever comes first.”
Megan bit her lip. “That’s… a lot. What if someone sees you?”
Tammy waved her off. “I’m quick. And sneaky. I’ll be back before the next bell. You three stay here, keep watch, keep her calm.”
Sharon flexed her biceps absentmindedly—peaks rising like softballs—and grinned. “Go. Bring me everything. Chocolate, vanilla, whole, skim—I don’t care. I’m starving again.”
Tammy didn’t need to be told twice. She slipped out the side door like a shadow, ponytail swinging.
The remaining three waited in heavy silence.
Megan kept stealing glances at Sharon’s arms, her abs, the way sweat still glistened in the deep grooves of her physique. Her breathing was shallow; she pressed her thighs together and looked away.
Lily broke the quiet. “You’re really okay with this? Doubling the dose?”
Sharon met her gaze in the mirror. “Lily. Look at me. I was already the queen. Now I’m the goddess. If one pill did this…” She ran a hand down her side, tracing the razor-sharp obliques. “…imagine what two will do.”
Minutes ticked by—agonizingly slow.
Then the door creaked.
Tammy burst back in, arms loaded: two full half-gallon cartons of whole milk, a pint of chocolate, and—miraculously—a tub of vanilla ice cream she’d swiped from the freezer.
“¡Misión cumplida!” she panted, dumping everything on the bench. “The lunch ladies were on break. Easy grab. Now drink, reina. Let’s see the show.”
Sharon didn’t hesitate.
She twisted the cap off the whole-milk carton, popped the second pill onto her tongue, and washed it down with three massive gulps—throat working visibly, milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand, eyes gleaming.
Then she attacked the chocolate pint. Then the ice cream—scooping it straight from the tub with her fingers, licking them clean. The girls watched, rapt.
Sharon finished the last of the whole milk in one long, continuous pull, Adam’s apple bobbing, then set the empty carton down with a soft thunk.
She exhaled slowly.
They all stared.
Nothing.
No heat wave. No sudden flex of muscle. No electric jolt. Just Sharon standing there—already impossibly beautiful and powerful—breathing normally.
Tammy groaned. “¿En serio? Nothing?!”
Lily frowned. “Maybe it takes longer. Or maybe the second dose needs more time to bind or something.”
Megan let out a shaky breath. “Or maybe it’s already maxed out. Maybe this is… it.”
Sharon rolled her shoulders—delts and traps flaring dramatically—and smirked. “Or maybe I just need more milk. And more time.”
She flexed her abs once, hard—eight bricks popping into brutal relief—and laughed low.
“Either way… I’m not complaining.”
The bell rang in the distance.
They still had the rest of the day ahead.
Option 1: Nothing happens for now and they continue with their day.
Option 2: Sharon starts to grow into a fitness model before their eyes.
Tammy had mostly calmed down. She still slipped into Spanish when she got excited, but the full meltdown was over. She leaned against a locker, arms crossed, eyes flicking between Sharon’s reflection in the mirror and the jar of white pills sitting innocently on the bench like candy.
“Okay, okay,” Tammy said, switching back to English laced with Spanglish flair. “So we’re doing this, ¿verdad? We’re gonna push the experiment. Sharon’s already a maldita diosa—now we gotta see how much further this shit can go. I’m not waiting months. I want results yesterday.”
Megan fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, glasses slipping down her nose. “We should be careful, though. Like… really careful. Don’t just dump everything on her at once. She might freak out if it hits too fast. Or worse—something bad could happen. We need to go slow, track everything, maybe write it down.”
Lily was silent longer than usual. She sat cross-legged on the bench, elbows on knees, chin in hands, staring at Sharon’s midsection—the deep, shadowed cuts of her eight-pack, the faint veins that traced upward from her hips toward the navel piercing like delicate rivers. Finally she spoke, voice low and deliberate.
“Sharon. How many pills did you take today?”
Sharon, still basking in the afterglow of the volleyball massacre, shrugged one massive shoulder. “Just the one. Same as always. Popped it this morning with water.”
Lily nodded slowly. “And yesterday you took the first one after school. So… roughly twenty-four hours between doses.”
Tammy tilted her head. “¿Y qué?”
Lily’s eyes narrowed. “What if we double it? What if she takes another one right now? See if an overdose accelerates everything. The body changes, the brain boost—maybe it’s dose-dependent. Maybe more pills = faster results.”
Sharon’s head snapped toward Lily. For the first time since the transformation, something like genuine excitement—almost hunger—flashed across her face.
“You mean… stack them?” she asked, voice dropping to a purr.
Lily shrugged. “It’s science. Controlled experiment. One variable changed. We watch. We record. Worst case, nothing happens. Best case…” She gestured at Sharon’s entire sculpted, vascular, hyper-feminine physique. “…you become even more unfair.”
Tammy’s eyes lit up. “¡Sí! ¡Eso! Let’s do it. But she needs fuel, ¿no? All that dairy. I say we raid the cafeteria kitchen. They always have those big cartons in the back. We stuff her until she pops—or glows. Whatever comes first.”
Megan bit her lip. “That’s… a lot. What if someone sees you?”
Tammy waved her off. “I’m quick. And sneaky. I’ll be back before the next bell. You three stay here, keep watch, keep her calm.”
Sharon flexed her biceps absentmindedly—peaks rising like softballs—and grinned. “Go. Bring me everything. Chocolate, vanilla, whole, skim—I don’t care. I’m starving again.”
Tammy didn’t need to be told twice. She slipped out the side door like a shadow, ponytail swinging.
The remaining three waited in heavy silence.
Megan kept stealing glances at Sharon’s arms, her abs, the way sweat still glistened in the deep grooves of her physique. Her breathing was shallow; she pressed her thighs together and looked away.
Lily broke the quiet. “You’re really okay with this? Doubling the dose?”
Sharon met her gaze in the mirror. “Lily. Look at me. I was already the queen. Now I’m the goddess. If one pill did this…” She ran a hand down her side, tracing the razor-sharp obliques. “…imagine what two will do.”
Minutes ticked by—agonizingly slow.
Then the door creaked.
Tammy burst back in, arms loaded: two full half-gallon cartons of whole milk, a pint of chocolate, and—miraculously—a tub of vanilla ice cream she’d swiped from the freezer.
“¡Misión cumplida!” she panted, dumping everything on the bench. “The lunch ladies were on break. Easy grab. Now drink, reina. Let’s see the show.”
Sharon didn’t hesitate.
She twisted the cap off the whole-milk carton, popped the second pill onto her tongue, and washed it down with three massive gulps—throat working visibly, milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand, eyes gleaming.
Then she attacked the chocolate pint. Then the ice cream—scooping it straight from the tub with her fingers, licking them clean. The girls watched, rapt.
Sharon finished the last of the whole milk in one long, continuous pull, Adam’s apple bobbing, then set the empty carton down with a soft thunk.
She exhaled slowly.
They all stared.
Nothing.
No heat wave. No sudden flex of muscle. No electric jolt. Just Sharon standing there—already impossibly beautiful and powerful—breathing normally.
Tammy groaned. “¿En serio? Nothing?!”
Lily frowned. “Maybe it takes longer. Or maybe the second dose needs more time to bind or something.”
Megan let out a shaky breath. “Or maybe it’s already maxed out. Maybe this is… it.”
Sharon rolled her shoulders—delts and traps flaring dramatically—and smirked. “Or maybe I just need more milk. And more time.”
She flexed her abs once, hard—eight bricks popping into brutal relief—and laughed low.
“Either way… I’m not complaining.”
The bell rang in the distance.
They still had the rest of the day ahead.
Option 1: Nothing happens for now and they continue with their day.
Option 2: Sharon starts to grow into a fitness model before their eyes.
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