PERSONAL GROWTH

by Rapscalion

  "Look who left her locker open!" Sara shouted.

  Several of the girls in the locker room came over to look.

  "Mega?" Allison asked.

  This intrigued them, but none more than Allison. The locker belonged to Meg Palmer, a freshman girl who was widely known as "Mega" because of her impressive size. She was a beautiful dark-haired girl who stood 5'11", but it was her big breasts that probably bothered the other girls more.

  Allison was fairly obsessed with Mega. She was so tall, so busty, so beautiful. Allison was only 5'2", and almost totally flat-chested. That Mega was in the ninth grade while Allison was in the eleventh seemed like an insult. She resented that Mega was dating Mike Tanner -- not the quarterback, not the bully, but a nice, intelligent guy that Allison had had a crush on for two years. And perhaps most of all, Allison hated Mega for being so damned nice to her. She never flaunted her big boobs. She sat down to talk so that the shorter girls weren't intimidated by her height. Allison wanted to justify her hatred, but Mega wouldn't let her.

  Right now, Mega was swimming. Allison knew that. Which meant that the item that most intrigued her had to be in that open locker. She looked in and took it out -- Mega's bra.

  "Look at the size of that thing," one of the girls remarked.

  "Put it back," Allison's friend Jenny said.

  Jenny and Allison were best friends, and along with their friend Sara made up what the guys called 'The Titless Trio.'

  "Put it back," Jenny repeated, "before Mega comes back."

  But Allison was too obsessed. She checked the size. "40DD!" she exclaimed. The other girls were in awe.

  Allison looked around. Then she put Mega's bra on, over her shirt.

  "What are you doing?" Jenny demanded. Allison was amazed. The empty cups of the bra hung way out from her flat chest. Allison couldn't imagine being big enough to fill them. She fantasized about having the sort of breasts that would push so far out, that would create incredible cleavage between her two big boobs. She stuck her fantasy chest out and spun around.

  There, standing before her, was Mega. She was so tall that Allison was staring right at the cleavage she was dreaming about, Mega's big big breasts outlined perfectly in her clingy, wet bathing suit. Allison looked up. Mega seemed a little embarrassed and a little confused. Allison was mortified. If she didn't hate Mega enough before, she certainly did now.

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  Allison had read on the Internet about the effects of bovine growth hormone on a woman's breasts. The thought excited her, but she always dismissed it quickly. She didn't really believe the reports that it could make breasts grow, just because some horny geek with computer access said it did.

  She'd dismissed the idea completely by the time the family went up to her Uncle Mike's place. Mike had divorced two years before, but had kept up the annual Thanksgiving dinner. He owned a dairy farm upstate, and had two daughters, Danielle (15) and Cindy (13). And, much to Allison's chagrin, they were both stacked. It amazed and frustrated Allison how big Cindy's had gotten in just a year. All during dinner, those four big breasts bounced by her face, seeming to taunt her.

  And then Allison made the connection that only an obsessed teenager could -- it was that cow hormone! The girls were taking it! How else could Danielle and Cindy be so chesty, while she was so flat?

  And so that night, at 3AM, Allison snuck out and searched the grounds for any sign of the stuff. The sun was just creeping up when she found something in one of the barns. There were several vials with the word "somatotropin" plus a lot of other words she didn't know, with the explicit instructions, "not for human consumption." This had to be the stuff.

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  Allison called the Titless Trio to her place just after New Year's. "I baked some brownies," she said.

  "We came all the way over here for brownies?" Jenny asked.

  "These brownies," Allison added, "have a secret ingredient." She explained the whole story. Jenny and Sara were skeptical, with Jenny refusing for quite some time to even consider it. But finally, Allison's enthusiasm won them over. What could it hurt to try?

  "How much do we have to eat?" Sara asked.

  "I don't know," Allison answered. "The cows get it once a week. How about a brownie every Friday?" And with that, they each ate one. If nothing else, they tasted damn good.

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  At the end of February, they all felt a bit foolish. They'd abandoned their Friday ritual a couple of weeks before, and were embarrassed that they'd ever believed that brownies could ever do anything but maybe make them fat.

  And then, one Sunday morning, Allison got a call from Jenny.

  "You'll never believe this!" Jenny said excitedly. "All last night, my chest was itching. It was driving me crazy! And then this morning, in the shower, I looked and I realized, my boobs are growing! Not a lot, I mean, they're small. But they're bigger than before!"

  Within two weeks, Sara was reporting the same thing. Meanwhile, Jenny's were still growing. Allison was in agony -- she was still as flat as ever. In utter frustration, she ran home, grabbed the remaining tray of brownies out of the fridge, and pigged out, downing an entire tray in just a few minutes. That night, she felt quite sick.

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  A few weeks later, Sara and Jenny were delighted with the results. They were still small, but they were making remarkable progress. Allison hated them. So the two girls showed up early on Saturday to try to patch things up. Allison came down to see them, groggy from oversleeping. Jenny looked at Sara.

  "Do you see what I see?"

  Allison realized the date. "April fool, eh? Very funny." But her friends insisted, and Allison looked up at the mirror. To her utter amazement, she had sprouted! Her breasts were small, of course, but they were definitely there. This called for a celebration! To the mall!

  Allison ran upstairs to change. Her pants had shrunk in the wash, but she managed to squeeze into them. She bounded downstairs and exclaimed "Let's go to Victoria's Secret! I want to pick out what I'm going to get when they're huge!"

  But their first stop at the mall was the Gap. Jenny needed some new jeans. "Look how short these ones look," she said. "Of all things, I've grown!" At 5'8", Jenny was easily the tallest of the three, and was quite content at that height.

  Sara gasped. "I thought my clothes had been shrinking!"

  This struck a nerve with Allison. They all looked at each other. "You don't suppose...?"

  They measured themselves at the Gap. Jenny had grown a half inch. Sara, at 5'4", was close to an inch taller. Allison's growth wasn't measurable, but her pants indicated she'd gotten bigger, too.

  "Okay," Allison said over lunch, "so we're growing a little. Is that so terrible? I've always wanted to be taller."

  "Sure, you have" Jenny replied. "But look at me! If I get any taller, I won't be able to wear heels around the guys!"

  Sara laughed. "Oh come on, Jen, this is the nineties! Girls can be as tall as guys. They like tall girls! At least college guys do."

  They all laughed, imagining bigger boobs, longer legs, and college guys.

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  It was the third of September. The girls had all spent their summers elsewhere, but they'd made a pact to meet this day, the day before school started, to see what had developed over the summer.

  When Sara saw Jenny, she was astounded. Jenny now stood six feet tall, with big breasts. "36C," Jenny announced proudly. Sara's growth was equally impressive. She stood 5'8", and her chest, she revealed, had swelled to "36D!"

  But it was Allison who had transformed the most. She'd grown to 5'10", with a spectacular pair of 38D breasts! She grabbed one in each hand. They were certainly more than handfuls.

  "Wait until they get a load of us!" Allison laughed. The others agreed. They felt too great to even be concerned about growing too big. Jenny liked the sound of "six feet tall," and said it as often as possible.

  At school, the talk was of nothing else. The three of them owned the school, and were gawked at everywhere they went. It felt great.

  And then, in the lunchroom, they bumped into Mega. "Hi Jenny, Allison," she said sweetly. Allison looked at her with hatred. She'd grown too! Not as much, of course. But she definitely stood about a half-inch taller than Jenny! Allison seethed.

  That night, she whipped up another batch of the brownies.

  "What, are you nuts?!" Sara demanded when Allison told her. "Look at us! We own this school! Jenny's six feet tall! And I don't know about you two, but I'm still growing. It's great, being tall, and voluptuous, and everything. But enough is enough!"

  Allison was disgusted to learn that Jenny felt the same way. When she got home, she helped herself to a brownie.

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