A growing girl
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The bell had rung, signaling the end of the period, but the girls lingered in the locker room, still buzzing from the failed experiment. Sharon stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the makeshift bandeau top that barely contained her massive breasts, her reflection a testament to the pill's power—veins snaking over her biceps, abs etched like marble under tanned skin, quads flaring with every shift. Tammy pocketed the empty cartons, muttering about how "esto no funcionó como esperábamos," while Lily scrolled through her phone, already researching "experimental metabolism pills" in a quiet corner. Megan hovered close, her gym bag slung over one shoulder, eyes tracing the deep V of Sharon's lats with barely concealed longing.
"Alright, let's bounce before someone notices the missing milk," Sharon said, her voice a sultry rumble that echoed off the tile walls. She turned toward the door, ponytail swishing against her mid-glutes.
But then it hit.
A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips—low and throaty, like a lover's sigh amplified. She froze mid-step, one hand pressing against her lower abs.
The warmth started slow—a gentle bloom in her core, like sunlight filtering through water. But it spread quickly, tendrils of heat unfurling through her veins, coiling around her muscles, igniting nerves she didn't know she had. It was pleasant at first, a soothing glow that made her skin tingle. Then it deepened, turned electric—sexual, insistent, pooling between her legs and radiating up her spine.
"Oh… god," she moaned again, louder this time, throwing her arms overhead in a full-body stretch. Her shapely frame arched back, breasts thrusting forward, abs crunching into razor relief as she leaned into the sensation. Her tongue peeked out slightly, lips parting in ecstasy.
The girls whipped around.
"Shar? You good?" Tammy asked, gum paused mid-chew.
Lily dropped her phone. "Sharon? What's wrong?"
Megan's eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. "Are you—"
Before Sharon could answer—before she could even process—the growth began.
It started in her core. Her abs, already carved, thickened and deepened, the eight-pack swelling into a brutal, vascular slab that pushed outward with power while staying impossibly feminine. Veins bloomed like vines across her midsection, tracing down to her hips. Her obliques sliced sharper, creating a dramatic hourglass taper that made her waist look cinched by invisible hands.
Then her legs ignited. Her quads ballooned—teardrop muscles popping above her knees, hamstrings corded and full, calves diamond-hard and veined. Her legs lengthened inch by inch, bones stretching with a faint, audible crackle, thighs gaining sleek, feminine mass that screamed strength and sensuality. She surpassed six feet easily—six-two, six-three—her stance widening to accommodate the new power, feet planting firmly as her calves flexed involuntarily.
Upward the wave crashed. Her back widened into a sweeping V-taper, lats flaring like wings under skin that glowed with an inner luminescence. Shoulders capped into rounded boulders, delts striated and vascular. Arms thickened—biceps peaking into softball mounds, triceps horseshoed, forearms corded with veins that pulsed like rivers. Her hands flexed; nails grew longer, manicured to perfection without effort, tips gleaming.
Her breasts surged next—firm C-cups exploding into heavy, high DDs, then Es, then Fs—swelling with dense, gravity-defying tissue that made them sit impossibly perky on her broadening chest. Nipples hardened to aching points, skin stretching taut over the new volume, cleavage deepening into a chasm that begged worship.
Her face refined itself—cheekbones sharpening to model-like lethality, lips plumping to full, kissable perfection, eyelashes lengthening into dark, fluttering fans that framed brighter, more piercing blue eyes. Freckles faded slightly, skin smoothing to flawless porcelain with a golden tan overlay.
And her hair—oh, her hair. The long waves thickened, lengthened further, cascading past her perfect, heart-shaped ass in glossy sheets that brushed her calves. Strands lightened mid-growth, shifting from dirty-blonde to a radiant, sun-kissed platinum blonde that caught the light like spun gold.
Clothes couldn't hold. The makeshift bandeau ripped first—fabric splitting down the center as her breasts overflowed. The black leggings stretched, groaned, then tore along the seams, shreds falling to the tile like discarded skin. Only the bottom clung desperately—stretched translucent over her widened hips and rounded glutes, the material digging into her like a thong.
The girls were speechless.
Tammy's gum slipped from her open mouth, plopping wetly to the floor.
Lily's phone clattered from frozen fingers.
Megan felt it—a rush of heat between her legs, thighs clenching as arousal hit like a wave. Her breath hitched, hands trembling at her sides.
Sharon's transformation was stunning, a masterpiece unfolding in real time—muscular yet utterly feminine, powerful yet sensual, a fitness model sculpted by divine hands. Taller, broader, curvier, more beautiful than any mortal had a right to be. She embodied the pictures: tanned skin rippling over defined muscle, hourglass curves that screamed sex appeal, blonde hair framing a face that could launch empires.
The climax built.
Sharon's hips bucked. Her back arched sharply, head thrown back, blonde mane whipping. She screamed—a raw, sexual wail that echoed off the walls.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
Thick, sticky cum erupted, shampoo-like in viscosity, gushing down her long, shapely, muscular legs in rivulets that pooled at her feet.
She shuddered violently, every muscle flexing in unison—veins pulsing, abs crunching, quads quivering. Sweat dripped from her body in sheets, glistening like oil on bronze.
Then… stillness.
Sharon breathed deeply, chest heaving, massive breasts rising and falling. She opened her eyes—slowly, dazedly—and looked down.
Her friends seemed… smaller. Shorter by a head, their eyes level with her collarbones.
Realization dawned gradual, like sunrise over a new world. She straightened to her full height—six-foot-four now—legs endless, posture regal. She flexed one arm experimentally; the bicep peaked higher than before, veins thicker. Ran a hand over her abs—deeper, more defined. Cupped her breasts—firmer, heavier.
A smug smile curved her perfect lips.
"…Perfect."
Option 1: The girls dress Sharon up and sneak her out of school.
Option 2: Someone saw the transformation and confronts them.
"Alright, let's bounce before someone notices the missing milk," Sharon said, her voice a sultry rumble that echoed off the tile walls. She turned toward the door, ponytail swishing against her mid-glutes.
But then it hit.
A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips—low and throaty, like a lover's sigh amplified. She froze mid-step, one hand pressing against her lower abs.
The warmth started slow—a gentle bloom in her core, like sunlight filtering through water. But it spread quickly, tendrils of heat unfurling through her veins, coiling around her muscles, igniting nerves she didn't know she had. It was pleasant at first, a soothing glow that made her skin tingle. Then it deepened, turned electric—sexual, insistent, pooling between her legs and radiating up her spine.
"Oh… god," she moaned again, louder this time, throwing her arms overhead in a full-body stretch. Her shapely frame arched back, breasts thrusting forward, abs crunching into razor relief as she leaned into the sensation. Her tongue peeked out slightly, lips parting in ecstasy.
The girls whipped around.
"Shar? You good?" Tammy asked, gum paused mid-chew.
Lily dropped her phone. "Sharon? What's wrong?"
Megan's eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. "Are you—"
Before Sharon could answer—before she could even process—the growth began.
It started in her core. Her abs, already carved, thickened and deepened, the eight-pack swelling into a brutal, vascular slab that pushed outward with power while staying impossibly feminine. Veins bloomed like vines across her midsection, tracing down to her hips. Her obliques sliced sharper, creating a dramatic hourglass taper that made her waist look cinched by invisible hands.
Then her legs ignited. Her quads ballooned—teardrop muscles popping above her knees, hamstrings corded and full, calves diamond-hard and veined. Her legs lengthened inch by inch, bones stretching with a faint, audible crackle, thighs gaining sleek, feminine mass that screamed strength and sensuality. She surpassed six feet easily—six-two, six-three—her stance widening to accommodate the new power, feet planting firmly as her calves flexed involuntarily.
Upward the wave crashed. Her back widened into a sweeping V-taper, lats flaring like wings under skin that glowed with an inner luminescence. Shoulders capped into rounded boulders, delts striated and vascular. Arms thickened—biceps peaking into softball mounds, triceps horseshoed, forearms corded with veins that pulsed like rivers. Her hands flexed; nails grew longer, manicured to perfection without effort, tips gleaming.
Her breasts surged next—firm C-cups exploding into heavy, high DDs, then Es, then Fs—swelling with dense, gravity-defying tissue that made them sit impossibly perky on her broadening chest. Nipples hardened to aching points, skin stretching taut over the new volume, cleavage deepening into a chasm that begged worship.
Her face refined itself—cheekbones sharpening to model-like lethality, lips plumping to full, kissable perfection, eyelashes lengthening into dark, fluttering fans that framed brighter, more piercing blue eyes. Freckles faded slightly, skin smoothing to flawless porcelain with a golden tan overlay.
And her hair—oh, her hair. The long waves thickened, lengthened further, cascading past her perfect, heart-shaped ass in glossy sheets that brushed her calves. Strands lightened mid-growth, shifting from dirty-blonde to a radiant, sun-kissed platinum blonde that caught the light like spun gold.
Clothes couldn't hold. The makeshift bandeau ripped first—fabric splitting down the center as her breasts overflowed. The black leggings stretched, groaned, then tore along the seams, shreds falling to the tile like discarded skin. Only the bottom clung desperately—stretched translucent over her widened hips and rounded glutes, the material digging into her like a thong.
The girls were speechless.
Tammy's gum slipped from her open mouth, plopping wetly to the floor.
Lily's phone clattered from frozen fingers.
Megan felt it—a rush of heat between her legs, thighs clenching as arousal hit like a wave. Her breath hitched, hands trembling at her sides.
Sharon's transformation was stunning, a masterpiece unfolding in real time—muscular yet utterly feminine, powerful yet sensual, a fitness model sculpted by divine hands. Taller, broader, curvier, more beautiful than any mortal had a right to be. She embodied the pictures: tanned skin rippling over defined muscle, hourglass curves that screamed sex appeal, blonde hair framing a face that could launch empires.
The climax built.
Sharon's hips bucked. Her back arched sharply, head thrown back, blonde mane whipping. She screamed—a raw, sexual wail that echoed off the walls.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
Thick, sticky cum erupted, shampoo-like in viscosity, gushing down her long, shapely, muscular legs in rivulets that pooled at her feet.
She shuddered violently, every muscle flexing in unison—veins pulsing, abs crunching, quads quivering. Sweat dripped from her body in sheets, glistening like oil on bronze.
Then… stillness.
Sharon breathed deeply, chest heaving, massive breasts rising and falling. She opened her eyes—slowly, dazedly—and looked down.
Her friends seemed… smaller. Shorter by a head, their eyes level with her collarbones.
Realization dawned gradual, like sunrise over a new world. She straightened to her full height—six-foot-four now—legs endless, posture regal. She flexed one arm experimentally; the bicep peaked higher than before, veins thicker. Ran a hand over her abs—deeper, more defined. Cupped her breasts—firmer, heavier.
A smug smile curved her perfect lips.
"…Perfect."
Option 1: The girls dress Sharon up and sneak her out of school.
Option 2: Someone saw the transformation and confronts them.
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