Big Girl's Club

Written by Hiker Angel

Commissioned by Vespairr

Nikki felt the hard, wooden boards of the hallway floor collide with her back as she was literally picked up and tossed without warning. She blinked twice and groaned, her glasses having fallen off her face somewhere in the vicinity. As her dazed body struggled to recover, she heard laughter from within the classroom she had just been tossed out of.

“Whoops, sorry there, shrimp. I didn’t mean to throw you that hard,” came a sarcastic tone from above her. “Perhaps that’s karma for trying to enter our group at only five-foot-two, haha.”

Nikki then heard the door shut, then lock. Her body ached as she slowly and painfully picked herself up off the ground. Those girls were so mean! Always picking on her because of her meek and diminutive size!

But her introspection was cut short when her ears detected a certain voice coming around the corner. Oh no, that was Chandler! Her crush since middle school! If he saw her like this, she’d never have a chance with him! She quickly got to her feet and stood as still as a statue. Her glasses were still somewhere on the floor, so she hoped that her lack of proper vision wouldn’t ruin this interaction.

And then, Chandler walked right past her, the dialogue with his friend unceasing as his blurry vistage passed from the left side of her vision before disappearing to the right. She was completely ignored by him.

In a way, the lack of a response felt worse to Nikki. Her body was so tiny and uneventful that she couldn’t even garner a glance from him. That was the last straw. No more Ms. Nice Nikki! She was done playing by the rules. It was time to fight dirty.

Retrieving her glasses and running to the nearest janitor closet, Nikki retrieved a strange, ancient book from her backpack. She had found it in her attic, clearly some relic from a dead and buried prior homeowner. She didn’t care. It was as good as hers now!

A sneeze escaped her nose upon opening the strange tome. This thing hadn’t been opened in years! Dust caked every part of the outside, making the dirty broom closet even dirtier. She wasn’t sure exactly what was in store for her upon reading the book, after all, she didn’t speak latin nor could she read it. To her, this book seemed to be no more than incomprehensible gibberish! She sighed in defeat. Who knew what any of these spells did? And the very few photos there seemed to be crude and/or faded from age.

However, just before Nikki was ready to give up, a particular oddity of the book caught her eye. A separation in between two pages. Dust. Lots of it, wedged within the paper. That meant whatever was on that page had to be something important! Why else would it generate so much ancient human traffic?

Flipping to the page, she was greeted by several strange sights. One was a two-part picture that seemed to depict a crude drawing of an ancient stick figure zapping another ancient stick figure. The second character—who was roughly two heads shorter than the first character—appeared to be the assailant, striking the taller figure with a flash of… light? Magic? It was stick figures on a page, the actual actions in question weren’t very specific.

Alongside this drawing and its latin incantation were other spells without stick figures to accompany them, all written out in different colored inks. Nikki recognized a few similar words between the majority of them. Perhaps these spells complimented each other? Maybe the incantations needed to be said one after the other? Without any basis to go off of, Nikki was leaning toward the latter.

With nothing left to lose, she threw caution to the wind, her mouth contorting unnaturally as she recited the forbidden, dark truths of the world, calling upon the eldritch forces that be from their eternal resting place. The universe shivered as hell and heaven both ceased to exist…

…but for Nikki, nothing seemed to change.

She looked in the closet’s mirror—even in the dim light, her unimpressive body shined through. She’s still the same 5’2 shrimp she’s always been. Her breasts are still a-cups, barely registering as bee stings even with a bra on. If asses had cup sizes, Nikki’s would match her unremarkable chest. No one wanted a waifish girl with no flavor. She was no better than a communion wafer.

“Ugh, stupid fucking book. I knew it was all a bunch of bullshit, anyways.” She chucked the book at the trash can. It missed. She performed the slow, humiliating act of retrieving the book only to slam it into the bin properly. Her anger, now reaching its peak, caused her to storm out of the closet at top speed, only to run head-first into a fellow classmate, Holly.

Though perhaps “fellow” was putting it lightly, Holly was not exactly thrilled to find Nikki’s face suddenly smothered within her far larger breasts, her towering height over her classmate meant that such an outcome was inevitable should the two’s paths ever cross without them looking carefully.

“Nikki! You wannabe slut! Get your face outta my tits!”

Pushing herself off of Holly, Nikki flapped her hands wildly like a muppet, as if she were caught within an invisible cobweb. She finally found her bearings, only to be pushed aside as she was still in Holly’s way.

“You’re lucky I don’t report your perverted ass to the principal,” Holly said as she strutted away. Nikki wanted to retort, but no such words found her train of thought. Holly had everything over her, height, beauty, tits. Boys were drooling over her. Sure, she may not have been in the same league as the Big Girl’s Club, but Nikki silently wished she had even a fraction of Holly’s beauty.

And then, Nikki did.

It started with a warm feeling in her stomach, slowly increasing the voracity of her breathing as she slowly moved a shaking hand to grip her chest. What her fingers then clenched was foreign to her.

It was as if her beestings of breasts had initiated an allergic reaction, her bosom swelling until she could cup one of her thickening tits like a baseball. She bit her lip as her hand kneaded her supple flesh—since when had her nipples been so sensitive? All her life, Nikki had hated her breasts for their seeming lack of nerve endings that made masturbation a pain, but now, she was halfway considering falling to her knees and engaging in the act in the middle of the hallway.

She nearly stumbled as she found her legs changing mid-stride. They were lengthening, thickening, piling on inches that wobbled with desire. She paused, gripping her tense, throbbing sex as it pulsed in erotic agony. Her sex drive was already rather high as a kissless virgin, but it was as if she had just added someone else’s sex drive atop it, complete with their own deep, dark desires.

Unbeknownst to Nikki, that very thing had occurred. Bits and pieces of Holly’s desires, body and personality had been stripped of her, grafted on to the pale redhead’s form. Holly was left feeling dull, a less interesting person overall, struggling to recall key details that had been ripped from her mind.

Nikki’s mind, alternatively, had become enriched. “Beauty” was an interpretive phrase, and the spell spared no expense in providing every single interpretation. A wealth of knowledge exploded within her mind, tactics on how to implement more subtle, sultry movements to her stride, tips for good oral and “butt stuff,” as well as a powerful and secret fetish shoved deep into the back of her unconscious where it festered and spread.

Holly, before her late bloom, wanted nothing more than to be tall. It manifested itself as a fetish later in her life, one that had been rather unceremoniously ripped from her mind and placed into Nikki’s.

Now, Nikki didn’t just want to be a little taller, she wanted to be a lot taller. She wanted to command everyone’s attention, force the school to architect higher ceilings so that she may walk amongst her peers without complication.

Her moans reached a rhythm as she pleasured herself, increasing in intensity. Her knees shook—their increased firmness sparing Nikki the humiliating fate of collapsing like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. She was prepared to spend all day feeling herself in the middle of the school hallway, classes be damned!

Yet, just as her grandiose pleasure was reaching its peak, it ceased. Nikki’s growth had halted, leaving her at a mere 5’11, just under the threshold of what was considered tall for a man. Sure, she had grown almost a full foot of height from her diminutive size, but that was nowhere near enough to what she now knew to be satisfactory.

She felt her new breasts. Certified C-cups. Still not good enough. Did the fashion magazines settle for Cs? No! They wanted the girls with fake breasts larger than their heads! Nikki would do them one better, those tits they wished for would be all-natural from her! Well, as all-natural as dark magic could be.

Her attention returning to her surroundings, she glanced around nervously. Sure enough, several students playing hooky had watched her transformation unfold before their very eyes. No longer possessing a forgettable body, this wealth of attention was all too new to her. But she wasn’t fearful. She loved the new exposure. Even if she wasn’t at her proverbial peak yet, she knew these loser flunkies didn’t know that.

Nikki followed the few sight lines that didn’t match up with her, noticing Holly’s frozen body behind her. Ugh, even with my new assets people still can’t help but stare at my rivals, Nikki thought to herself, that drive of jealousy welling up within her once more. She doesn’t look nearly as beautiful as she once did, anyways. Holly definitely fell off.

Without that one hundred percent validation that she so craved, she set her sights elsewhere.

The Big Girl’s Club.

~

Strutting down the corridor, a new sense of determination filled Nikki’s mind. She couldn’t quite explain why she needed to return to the girls that literally lifted her up off the ground and chucked her five feet away.

Her confident stride faltered as she reached for the door handle. This was her last chance to turn back. Despite her hesitation, her hand continued to reach forward ever so slowly. The quiet hallway was filled with the creaky echoes of the opening door, but the classroom beyond it appeared to be equally as empty.

Had the meetings been adjourned early? No, that couldn’t be. Stella and Paisley, the two heads of the club as well as its only members, weren’t known for doing something like that. They spend most of their afterschool time shirking responsibility with their bogus club, why would they suddenly leave?

Once Nikki realized the trap she had just walked into, it was far too late. Stella and Paisley were hiding on either side of the door, ready to ambush their smaller adversary, predicting she would try and return. They each grabbed one of Nikki’s arms, dragging her kicking and squirming body into the center of the classroom before finally releasing her.

Nikki was now trapped. The two busty, tall girls traced a circle around their prey, stalking the smaller girl like lionesses in the wild. Nikki, against her better judgment, found her wandering eyes staring longingly at the superior girl’s achingly perfect breasts.

“Well, well, well… Look who we caught snooping around the Big Girl’s Club again,” said Stella, her painfully thick lips parting to allow a bright pink bubble to expand between them, only to be clenched back within her mouth in one smooth motion. Her unique dyed purple hair was a calling card to all her victims and she was eager to make Nikki another taped outline on the concrete.

Nikki’s confidence and determination immediately faltered, her demeanor reduced to that of stuttering and sputtering when faced with these two far superior girls.

“...Um, well, I was just… um…”

“Oh Nikki, you’re nothing if not pathetically predictable,” Paisley added, putting her hands behind her back and leaning forward to inspect Nikki as if she were a gem to scrutinize for its value—a particularly small, worthless gem at that. She brushed the blond tresses out from her face, allowing Nikki to bear witness to the full size of her ruthless smile. “You must have a humiliation fetish if you thought you’d get anything else out of coming here.”

“Face it, you’ll never win over Chandler with that tiny body of yours,” Stella then went for the gut, somehow knowing exactly who Nikki was fawning over, once again interrupting any potential comeback she was trying to set up. “Though with those wandering eyes, perhaps your bicuriousity is getting the better of you. I suppose I can’t blame you.”

“Exactly. You’re a 5’9 womanlet and that’s all you’ll ever be,” Paisley added again. Nikki couldn’t find the words to tell her that she was actually two inches taller than that. An overbearing noise was growing around her, as if the dark magic was collecting its dues on her. They were mocking her. Her! Nikki! This was supposed to be her moment! Yet all her wandering eyes could do was stare at their stupid tits!

“I’m not sure why you even stepped into this classroom to begin with,” Paisley finished, preparing to—rather literally—throw Nikki out of the room again.

“I-I came to this classroom…” Nikki began to answer the question posed.

She finally found her words, her opening, her desire. All the noise was gone. It all clicked together for her in one perfect moment. Within a rock and a hard place, both Stella and Paisley standing on either side of her, she saw opportunity.

“...to do this!”

Instead of trying to ignore the call of their succulent breasts, she gave in, thrusting both her hands outward and latching on to her objects of desire like the tentacles of a greedy octopus. A flash of light erupted between the three of them, informing Nikki that whatever she was doing was working. The growing redhead attempted to steady her breathing between lightheaded laughter as she felt a devastating amount of power flowing into her body.

Unlike in the hallway with Holly, a wish without contact could only do too much. But with physical touch, more elements of the interaction could be controlled. Paisley and Stella attempted to fight back, but they found themselves unable to budge from their recoiled positions of shock.

“Ah… cannuh… uuuuve…” Stella spoke, roughly translating to “I can’t move,” a phrase quite difficult to enunciate when one’s teeth and tongue would not budge. Nikki couldn’t parse what she was saying, but nothing would change even if she could. She wanted everything that these girls had. Their beauty, their size, their voluptuous breasts—and she was going to steal all of it.

Her hands sucked at their essences like leeches, not determined to stop until every inch of their beauty had been stripped from them and added to Nikki.

“Heh heh heh…” Nikki chuckled darkly, basking within her well-deserved retribution. “I can already feel myself changing for the better!”

Accompanying her gloating was the distinct sounds of polyester and cotton beginning to tear. Her tank top and short pants simply couldn’t accommodate for all the woman she was becoming. As Stella’s sizable breasts filled out her bra and Paisley’s delectable curves rounded out her ass, her clothes were literally hanging on by threads.

Now in the nude, Nikki could not bring herself to care. She wasn’t thinking about the ramifications of being caught violating dress code, much less the laws of indecent exposure. She wanted some random to bask in her glory, to witness her blooming body ascend to impossible heights. She was ignored in the past, but there would be no way to ignore her now from even a mere glance.

Breaching seven feet of height, her breasts ballooned outward. The pairs of supple flesh and pink areola expanded beyond the sizes of Stella and Paisley’s heads, or at least what they could see of it. Her breasts disappeared thanks to their rapidly diminishing height and her rapidly increasing height, as if the two of them were descending in an elevator with window access to the outside world.

Nikki stared Stella down with hungry eyes—the purple haired girl began to shrink faster. Her once-striking hair became dull and lifeless, as a violet highlight of hair streaked down Nikki’s luscious, lengthening mane.

She turned her devilish grin to Paisley, not wanting to play favorites with her victims. She always found the blonde haired girl’s sense of style to be quite aesthetically pleasing, of course, she would mix and match what she liked to create attire that was wholly her own.

The remaining shreds of her clothing began to grow and fuse together, expanding like a mythical tapestry as the dark magic crafted a whole new set of superior fashion for Nikki’s second puberty that day.

As Paisley rapidly disappeared into her clothing, her clothing began to disappear all the same. Her vibrant flannel patterns on her skirt and suit jacket became a muddled mess of melted hues. Meanwhile, Nikki’s sprightly patterns created a delightful feast for the eyes. With a combination of the two formerly tall girl’s colors, she generated a rich magenta dress and a tastefully thick white shirt—which the two shrinking girls could not even register as their frozen lines of sight put them just under her succulent thighs. It was all they could see, to them, the skin under her skirt was an endless expanse of supple, tan flesh.

“Don’t be so dower,” Nikki spoke up, sensing their negativity towards her from within. “I’ll be sure to put all this height to much better use than you two. Y’know, I suppose it’s fitting that you girls acted like petulant children, because now you certainly look the part!”

When the transition finally ended—only because their chests were now too flat for her to get a good grip on—Nikki stood at an absurd 14 feet of height, both Stella and Paisley reduced to a pitiful 4’5 and 4’7 respectively.

But Nikki wasn’t complaining, this size worked for her. Her thick hair brushed the ceiling, her endless legs and short skirt created a delightfully erotic look as very little was left to the imagination. Her desire to be seen, with Holly’s desire to be tall beyond a simple outlier created a powerful cocktail of loftiness that could not be topped. Adding to that dangerous mixture was the overwhelming libidoes of Stella and Paisley, alongside another particular attribute.

“Ugh… I-I can’t see!” Stella lamented, throwing her hands about aimlessly.

“W-why’s the world so blurry all of the sudden?” Paisley complained, tripping over a desk as she attempted to adjust to her new ailment of the eyes.

“Ooh, yeah, you guys are definitely going to need prescriptions after this,” Nikki taunted her smaller adversaries. She then popped the lenses out of her glasses and gave one to each of them like a prophet handing out knowledge to her diciples.

“Here, share ‘em amongst yourselves,” Nikki remarked, reapplying her glasses to her face. While they were purely aesthetic now, they helped to complete her look, making her variety of stolen assets feel all her own. “Now, I have a certain boy to meet. As the de facto leader, I declare this final meeting of the Big Girl’s Club concluded.”

Ducking under the doorframe, Nikki set her perfect 20/20 vision on a new target: Chandler. She knew exactly where he was—the chess club—and she knew how to catch him all to herself—he always offered to stay behind and clean up after hours.

There was no way he could ignore her now.

~

An up-and-down motion of a sudsy sponge on carpet showed Chandler trying his hardest to remove a stain that just wouldn't seem to budge. He periodically found himself removing one of his gloves to readjust his glasses and brush back his sandy blond hair so that they would stay in place, only to return to his routine. Normally, whenever his mind was set to a task, there was nothing one could do to distract him from it. That was, until Nikki walked into the room.

His back was to the entrance, and yet his attention was immediately called to her presence. Her twin perfumes wafted past his nostrils, a sonorous blend of both Stella and Paisley’s own concoctions. The scent overpowered the stinky chemicals and mental lock, buttering him up for Nikki’s soothing voice.

“Hello, Chandler,” came her heavenly tone, a mix of melodies from all her victims, playing out like a magnificent orchestra which earwormed itself into his mind.

The 6’0 boy whipped his head around, his jaw dropping at the sight before him, as well as the many sights above. “N-Nikki!?” Chandler’s squeaky voice exclaimed, reaching its highest octave. “Is that you?”

“You better believe it is, babe,” she replied, her massive breasts sloshing back and forth as she bounced her shoulders in tune with an adorable giggle that followed. “My body is bursting with height, volume, everything a math geek like you would certainly love to measure. Alongside something extra.”

“S-something extra?” sweat was literally trickling down his face, his clammy hands trembled as they mimicked his desire to fondle her massive breasts. “Wh-what would that something extra be, exactly?”

“Desire…” Nikki started, bending over so that her massive bosom was mere inches away from Chandler’s chattering teeth. “Desire for you.”

The poor geek of a man would’ve probably fainted on the spot from how much blood went to his erection. But his concentration was both a curse and a blessing, and now it was squarely focused on Nikki.

“W-y-yu-y’kn-we—” he attempted to speak, unsure where to even begin. He had never even held hands with a girl in his life before, now here was this goddess of a woman before him, beckoning to him like a siren on the rocks without any of the unfortunate side effects.

A twitch of her head and the classroom door gently closed. After draining the entirety of the Big Girl’s Club, she had more than enough reserve power lying around to appease the dark magic, allowing her body to tap into new enhancements—telekinesis to name just one.

“Mmmn, I hope you appreciate all my new assets, Chandler,” the massive redhead spoke, her “assets” in question giggling as she disrobed to her bra before him. “After all, I got them all for you.”

That shook him enough to generate a cohesive response.

“Y-you did!?” the stuttering geek replied in disbelief. “B-but I already loved you before all this!”

“Y-you did!?” Nikki responded equally in kind. Despite being domineering enough to threaten an entire army and have the power to back it up, she was briefly reduced to the same uncertain, timid girl all over again.

“Y-yeah, I had a super-crush on you all the way back in middle school. Even before… all this.” His trembling hand gestured at her body, failing to capture more than her thigh in its range. “I was… I was just really scared to ask you out. I thought you were out of my league.”

Nikki then rediscovered her confidence and domineering, realizing that Chandler was exactly the same as her all along. Her face returned to that wide smirk, only growing larger.

Chandler then shrugged somewhat cheekily. “Oh well, I’m not about to complain about what I have now!”

“You’d better not,” Nikki haughtily demanded, ripping her bra off and allowing her fat, plush breasts to hang before him, demanding to be groped and caressed. Chandler—not one to switch his focus after committing to a task—pressed his hands into her flesh as hard as he could, his hands practically being consumed by her tits as they enveloped all ten of his fingers.

The two of them collapsed onto the floor, Nikki on top. Chandler could have been smothered at any point if Nikki made one wrong move, but he was already in heaven as it were.

He tried to retrieve his hands, but they wouldn't budge. Nikki had him right where she wanted him—again. As more and more of Chandler’s control was stripped from him, Nikki’s desire only grew. Her telekinesis unbuckled his pants only for her rapacious strength to rip them off of his body entirely, undergarments included.

While Nikki’s massive tits blocked his view, Chandler could visualize every aspect of what she was doing to him through touch alone. His member was exposed to the chilling air of the classroom, only for the serene warmth of Nikki’s hands to cradle it. Her hands worked like magic, hitting every sweet spot of his cock at once. His body writhed and convulsed as he struggled to contain himself. He was already edging as soon as her heavenly hands had graced his penis with their presence, summoning all of his will to stave off an orgasm as long as possible. Nikki seemed to recognize this, applying pressure to the base of his shaft so that he would last longer, but no amount of effort could restrict the sheer ecstasy he felt.

Giving in, he came in just ten seconds flat. Quite impressive, considering the demi-goddess that Nikki had become. But the mini-giantess wasn’t finished with him.

Kissing his forehead, she bestowed upon him the tiniest fraction of her power. Just enough so that blood would rush to his crotch and his member would engorge once more. Chandler took a sharp breath in—as if being returned from the dead, energized yet spent all the same.

Nikki then leaned backwards further than where she had started, catching his cock within her impossibly large breasts. His little dick may have been lost within the dense pillow fort that was her bountiful bosom, but once again, out of sight certainly did not mean out of mind when Nikki was the one supplying pleasure.

Even with fatigue nipping at his body, Nikki’s second go at him proved to be even more rapturous than the first. Her tits were like a cocoon of clouds, transporting his member to a dimension of endless pleasure, where it did not know suffering at the hands of a refractory period.

“Mmm, that’s it, Chandler~” Nikki’s voice was heady with desire, dropping an octave as she practically purred her sexual intimacy. “Cum on my big, fat tits and gorgeous abs.”

After spending his seed within her for a second time, with Nikki already raring to go for a third, Chandler called for a time-out in the only way he knew how: literally fainting on the spot.

“Aww, looks like he just couldn’t handle little ol’ me,” Nikki spoke with a sarcastic southern twang. “Maybe I ought to buff him up a bit so he can survive me, I’m nowhere near satisfied.”

Channeling all of her reserve energy into a single finger, she cheerfully “booped” his nose. Like with her previous interactions, a large burst of light erupted, engulfing Chandler’s face.

His unconscious body became warped, every limb of his bursting out in musculature until he rivaled every single jock in the school, only to then surpass all of them seconds later. Nikki didn’t just stop at his musculature, either. Tracing her magical finger down his enhancing body, she tapped the head of his now-flaccid member.

Her smile widened, bearing teeth. The slumbering geek would be in for quite a surprise once he regained consciousness.

When Chandler finally awoke, he wasn’t sure if the past few minutes had been merely a dream. Yet, what he appeared to wake up to only seemed stranger. His body was yoked, to put it mildly. He hadn’t seriously exercised a single day in his life and now he possessed the body of an olympian athlete.

He was immediately humbled, however, once his eyes gazed upwards to see the massive Nikki still lumbering over him. This body was not for his personal use—he now understood that this was merely an extension of kindness so that his stamina would be sufficient to survive the rest of the night with Nikki.

With him now being endowed like a horse, Nikki straddled him like one. Chandler’s powerful hands bent whatever he could grasp, anything to ease the tension. Her tits might have felt like another dimension, but her pussy was another dimension. Even with a magically-enhanced libido, fourth base with Nikki made him feel like that stringy geek all over again.

Eyes receded back into his head, mouth dry yet permanently agape, Chandler was in ecstasy beyond ecstasy. He had reached a percentage beyond 100%, a heaven beyond the seventh—as soon as he thought he knew what the upper echelon of pleasure was, Nikki introduced him to an exponentially higher level beyond even that.

His cumshots quickly multiplied, only serving to feed the endless machine that was Nikki. Her body was more than happy to consume his seed, creating a feedback loop as the dark magic supplied her with more power, which she then fed back to Chandler as soon as he began to show even the slightest signs of fatigue.

By the time the sun rose the next day, Nikki finally decided she was satisfied. Of course, she was the only one keeping track of time—Chandler didn’t even know what year it was anymore. She stood up and stretched, ignoring the teacher of the classroom who had been staring at her and Chandler dumbfounded for the last five minutes.

With a breath of fresh air and a brief stretch, strategically making sure she didn’t hit any stray fans or hanging lights as she did so, she scooped up the fainted Chandler like a purse with a broken handle, holding him tightly to her side.

As the new queen of the Big Girl’s Club, she was ready to turn this school upside-down.