Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8: AFTERMATH AND ASCENSION

Chad awoke raising his head from the sheets of his bed to look around, thoughts still groggy and unfocused. “What just happened?” he mumbled to himself.

As Chad sat up, Rachael and Amanda began to stir to either side of him.

"What was that?" Rachael questioned, trying to wrap her mind around their encounter with their friend. "What happened to Caley?"

Chad answered sheepishly. “She figured out how to make the potion more effective using estrogen…” He swallowed nervously, almost not wanting to reveal the next part but knowing that the others deserved to know everything. “...and, um, sex.”

Chad gave the two girls a sheepish look as expressions of realization dawned on them. Not wishing to wait for them to formulate a response, however, he pressed forward. “She called herself an angel! I should never have let her do what she—”

Rachael's eyes widened until she finally cut off her brother. "Oh my God! An angel? Chad, she's completely out of control. We have to stop her—who knows what she'll do?! I just wanted us to have a kind of fairy tale ending to high school. This is getting way out of hand!”

He shook his head. “...she was just so determined. I couldn't help it!”

Amanda groaned, rubbing circles into her temples as she sat up on the bed. “That was different…”

Rachael’s brows furrowed as her gaze turned to her friend. "You okay, Mand?”

Amanda nodded her head, closing her eyes as if fighting off a pounding headache.

Chad's brilliant mind raced as he considered their next move. "Let's get to school. I can use one of the chemistry classrooms to make another batch. Caley's bound to come back here at some point. If she finds us before we’re ready, we won't be able to resist her, and Lord knows what she’ll do with another dose!”

“What are you going to do?” Rachael asked. “Make an antidote?”

“I wish. The only way that I can think of to stop her at this point is to make someone less crazy even more powerful than she is. Someone who’s ideal ‘best self’ won’t corrupt them.”

He continued, tapping his lips in thought. “I don’t think that I could do it. Just being with Caley was so intoxicating that I helped her even more. I don’t trust myself to be able to resist temptation like that. Do you think you or Amanda could?”

Rachael turned, thinking. “Let me talk to Amanda while we walk to school. We’ll figure something out.”

The trio gathered up their things and headed out. While Chad made a few purchases at a drugstore along the way, Rachael and Amanda remained outside, deep in conversation.

“Rachael, I just wanted to be as pretty as a cheerleader! I wanted to be tall and beautiful. I wanted to have a boyfriend and go to dances. Why did Caley go so far?”

“I don’t know, Mandy. She’s always had a bit of a mean streak. Not to mention her little obsessions—like her crush on Mr. Matthews. That was never the healthiest infatuation.”

Amanda nodded in agreement. It was true. Caley had always possessed a bit of maliciousness. But Caley’s dark side used to be as tiny as her voice. It seemed as though her body and malice had grown proportionately.

Seeing her friend's tacit agreement, Rachael went on. “I don’t want you to have to do this. I want for you to go on regular dates. To be a normal high schooler. Like we always wanted. Heck, I’d like to see you date my brother—if you wanted to.” Rachael cast a knowing glance at her friend through lowered lashes, the hint of a sly smile gracing her lips.

Amanda bit her lower lip, trying and failing to hide the feelings that warmed her body as she thought of going out with Chad. He was so adorable—not to mention absolutely brilliant. And kind. He had been the one to give all of them what they had so desired, asking nothing in return. But she forced her thoughts back to the matter at hand, tearing them away from the tantalizing thoughts of a shy, red-cheeked Chad on her arm in a tux at prom that were sending her stomach to new, fluttering heights.

“But what will you do? What will your life be like?” Amanda asked, too intent on her internal struggles to notice Rachael’s amusement.

“I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to grow up to become a beautiful swan.” She shrugged. “I guess my wish will be fulfilled, maybe just magnified a bit.” She hugged Amanda, the quivering of her tensing arms expressing fears she couldn’t name.

Having charted their course, they were silent the rest of the way to school, each of them lost in their own thoughts, hopes, and fears as they marched to their destination. Once they arrived, sneaking into the chemistry classroom, Chad pulled up a stool and got to work.

Frantically, he rearranged the workbench and laid out his ingredients, furtively glancing at the doorway as if Caley might appear at any moment. Amanda, seeing his shaking hands and trembling fingers, approached him, placing her soft fingertips on his forearm.

Chad looked up to see Amanda’s warm smile and serene eyes, her tacit reassurance calming his thudding heart. He placed his hand on hers and gave it a small squeeze of thanks, the act drawing a pleased glimmer in Amanda’s gorgeous eyes even as it soothed him further.

His mind refocused, freed from its fearful distractions, Chad worked diligently to replicate his formula in the science lab. After twenty minutes of quick, efficient work, Chad sat back in his chair, exhaling in relief. “Done!” He looked at the two girls expectantly. “Okay, I’m ready. So, who’s getting mega-dosed?”

Chad picked up the 2-liter soda bottle he’d repurposed. It was half full of shimmering, iridescent blue liquid.

“Freaking Hell? It’s gonna take that much?!?” Rachael blurted out, her saucer-like eyes glued to the massive dose of formula.

“What?” He looked down at the bottle in his hands. “Oh! No! God, no! The equipment here has crappy calibration. I had to move a decimal point to ensure the proportions were right.” He looked meaningfully at the drain of one of the sinks then decided he didn’t really want to pour the other 9/10ths into the sewer. What if it found its way into a fish or a frog? He had no idea what a frog’s idea of a perfect self might be, and he didn’t have any desire to find out.

Chad’s head ducked under the edge of a workbench as he slipped the sloshing bottle into a project locker. He’d have to neutralize the key ingredients later. The stuff was far too dangerous to leave lying around campus.

Rising, he turned to face them holding the traditional perfume vial he’d brought with him to the school. “This will be plenty, believe me. So, who’s up?”

Rachael stepped toward him, steeling herself with an inward draw of breath and a lowering of her slender shoulders. “I am.”

Chad nodded as if he’d been expecting that answer. “Last chance to abort. Are you sure you can handle this? You’re not going to be exactly human anymore after this, sis. Sending you up to twice Caley’s evolutionary level is a pretty drastic solution...” Chad asked, his lips giving a small twitch of trepidation.

“Yes.” She was pleased there was only a hint of hesitation in her voice. The others probably wouldn’t even notice it. Becoming an inhumanly beautiful swan would be alright, wouldn’t it? It had sounded pretty good until she had heard Chad’s depiction of its effect. Not human anymore? The thought was a bit intimidating. Still, she knew that she needed to do it. She needed to be able to counter Caley, to rein her friend back in. To help her.

“Alright, this is enough to let you double Caley’s transformation in pretty much every way.” Chad swallowed nervously.” But there’s always the X-factor…”

“Let’s do this.” She decided that she had better drink it now before the idea of losing her humanity scared her out of it. She reached out for the bottle, her hand jumping as Chad suddenly yanked it back.

“Wait!” Chad said, withdrawing the vial as his eyes darted from side to side, his words attempting to keep up with his rapid flow of thoughts. “Amanda and I won’t be able to come anywhere near you until you learn to control your new body. You know what being around Caley did to you two.” Chad set the flask on the worktable, grabbing the fire blanket and a half dozen hanging lab coats from the wall. “You’ll need to cover up so we can’t see you.”

“Good thinking,” Rachael said, nodding as her brother approached. As he piled them around her, she dug into the bag of clothes from the mall she had thought to bring with her, pulling out her new yoga top and pants. Pulling them onto her gorgeous 5’8” body was pure pleasure, feeling her new curves filling out the stretchy fabric in a way that her body had never before managed. Outgrowing them would be even better, she admitted to herself with an excited smile. She turned to retrieve the vial from the table, only to find Amanda cradling it gingerly in both hands, the rim of the small container hovering just below her chin.

“Amanda?” Rachael looked at her friend in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, Rache.” Her face wore a sad smile as her doe eyes gazed at her friend apologetically. “But Chad deserves a reward for everything he’s done for us. And of the two of us, I’m the only one that can give it to him.””

“Wait! What are you…?” Realization suddenly dawned on her face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Then, she remembered their conversation as they had waited for Chad outside the store, quickly giving voice to her objections. “But we decided I was—”

Amanda didn’t answer, instead raising the flask to her lips and tossing her head back. She drank the entire vial in quick, nervous gulps. This is a terrible idea, she thought. She knew Rachael wanted to be the hero of this real-life fairytale. “But what if it’s my story?” the blonde bombshell whispered, licking the last drops from her pink lips.

A pang of guilt rippled through Amanda. It felt as if she were stealing Rachael’s ascension. No, I’m just borrowing it, she promised herself as she felt the warmth growing in the depths of her belly, spreading to her limbs. “Here it comes…” she whispered, feeling the pleasant smolder of the coming transformation tingle the insides of her body.

“Uh, Sis?” said Chad nervously. “We should run. Now.”

Rachael looked at her brother in confusion, her muscles tensing as she heard the dread in his voice. Behind her, Amanda crumpled to her knees, soft moans already rising from her parted lips.

“I anticipated that you would be the one to take on Caley, so I made that batch super-strong. It was calculated to make you twice the superhuman being Caley is.” He nodded to Amanda, slowly tossing and turning on the floor. “You know what happened to her with just a single sip. Her X-factor. It’s going to affect her five times more than it would you.” There was a hint of longing in his voice as he added quietly. “The strength of her desire is incredible."

All during Caley's previous ascension, he had secretly wished it had been Amanda. Rachael and Caley only imagined being beautiful. Amanda dreamed about having powers. She wanted to fly! As he had lain unconscious in his room, he had dreamed. He had fantasized about giving her enough potion to make every aspect of her superhero fantasies come true. But after being used by Caley, he knew better than anyone how that power might corrupt her. “With a dose that strong, what if she focuses on gaining superpowers?” he whispered, both aroused and terrified by the possibilities. Good God. What had he unleashed?

“So Amanda’s gonna get ten times as hot as Caley?”

That wasn’t the plan at all! She was supposed to be the one to stop their sex-crazed schoolmate. She was supposed to be the duckling turned swan. Rachael turned, her envious eyes searching the room behind to find Amanda standing once again, leaning on a lab table, eyes closed, full chest heaving as the already sumptuously sexy blonde attempted to control whatever was happening inside of her. There was a sharp crunch as the edge of the slate tabletop was reduced to rubble between her clenching fingers.

“More than that. No offense, but she's starting out way higher on the curve than either of you.” Chad took his sister’s hand, tugging it in the direction of the exit. “Really, we need to run.”

Even through the rising tide of lust that churned through her stomach, simmering in her pounding blood, Amanda heard the twins talking about her. Something about her—her X-factor—made her special. Hearing Chad call her desires 'incredible' triggered a dizzying burst of fierce arousal so powerful that it shook her expanding body. She remembered the secret thrill he’d felt when she’d pretended she could fly, and it finally clicked: Chad wanted her to become a superhero. A REAL superhero. He’d even said she could. All she needed to do was want it enough!

“I am a superhero.” She insisted, her eyes squeezing shut, her full lips twisting downward as the first transformative orgasm hit her, a surge of pleasure more powerful than anything she had felt her first time taking the potion. More powerful than anything she’d felt in her life! She felt her toes lifting up from the floor, bits of the slate lab table crumbling from her fingers. “Yes! I’m a superhero. I’m a superhero. I am a superhero!” She repeated the words over and over like a mantra, violent bolts of electric pleasure lancing through her with every repetition. The words solidified the image of a rising goddess in her mind, beautiful and powerful beyond imagining, the power of her desire creating a self-fulfilling prophecy as the protean formula fizzed in her boiling veins. The sexy teen tossed and turned, her feet leaving the ground, knees rising, shoulders slumping inward.

The girl’s abdominal muscles clenched, curling her improving body into a fetal position in mid-air, her evolution accelerating as her measurements ebbed, cresting like waves in a savage storm. Amanda’s blonde tresses whipped about, each stand crackling with electricity as they thickened. Her lush mane shimmered, warped reflections of the surrounding room glimmering gold in its convulsing mass.

Amanda’s mind explored every possible path to her version of perfection, her thoughts shaping the formula that coursed through her body. Her desire shaped its effects, forming her into the comic-book style teenage goddess she had always wanted to be.

Each shuddering orgasm left her healthier. Sexier. Stronger. Better.

Beyond all human limits.

The gorgeous blonde was becoming a sexual riptide, the living embodiment of feminine power and perfection. Any who dared venture into her sweltering waters would surely drown in an ocean of boiling desire.

***

Chad and Rachael ran through the halls of the school, haunted by the distant sound of Amanda’s increasingly urgent moans of pleasure. As they rounded a corner, Amanda’s moans turned to shouts. As they raced for the next door, shouts became screams. Rachael turned wide eyes to her brother’s straining face as the pair continued their sprint. He didn’t return her gaze, his eyes focused on the door before them. His teeth ground together, his jaw tightening with the internal strain of fighting back his curiosity. The nascent superhero's escalating climaxes gained an insidious hypnotic quality, weaving a siren’s song that beckoned the young genius to turn back. To see the fruits of his labor, the awesome results of his brilliant mind.

***

Back in the lab, the forces reshaping Amanda’s evolving body had decided that gravity was no longer worthy of holding power over it. Beakers and chairs began to skitter around her shuddering body as if she were in a room full of poltergeists. Books began to float. Workbenches tugged against the bolts fastening them to the floor as everything in the room drew upward, beginning to revolve around Amanda, as if she were the sensual eye of a divine storm. In the center of the tornado of loose papers and lab equipment, the womanly silhouette continued to evolve, its profile ascending from heart-pounding to heart-breaking to heart-pounding with every passing second. She twirled in the eye of the storm like an impossibly elegant ballet dancer, her body undulating with erotic grace as she leapt from a stage of empty air.

Amanda couldn’t remember how many orgasms had wracked her vibrating form, but it had to be in the dozens. Each successive explosion delivered still more unthinkable strength, impossible powers, and inconceivable beauty to her ever more breathtaking body. Amanda writhed; her mind lost in such rapturous pleasure that it would have destroyed any mere human. But Amanda was far beyond simple humanity now, her physical form gifted with potent abilities that had previously only existed in the wildest flights of imagination. The blossoming superhero cried out over and over, her powerful voice growing raw with carnal ecstasy as it filled the entire campus with the tantalizing sounds of superhuman bliss.

***

Body trembling, heart pounding, Rachael felt her flesh erupt in goosebumps with the seductive sound of unimaginable pleasure as Amanda’s moaning cries rumbled the walls of the school. Fearful that her brother would be unable to resist the temptation to run back to the burgeoning goddess, she desperately pushed her brother through the closest doorway, slamming the thickly padded door of the band classroom behind them. Chad shook his head, dazed by Amanda's aggressively feminine sounds as they tugged at his every thought, calling him back to her.

"She's, uh, really enjoying that, isn't she?" Chad said, his eyes looking longingly toward the door, despite the fact that the sound was almost entirely muffled by the sound-proofing of this room.

Rachael slapped him on the back of the head, the act not even drawing his notice as he continued to lick his lips, staring silently at the door. She couldn’t help wondering how she would've felt 'enjoying that'. Even if it supposedly would only have been a fifth as effective for her. Dammit! It should have been her. They had decided! But it was hard to stay mad at Amanda when even through the sound-proofing, her every grunt, moan, and purr set your knees quaking. If she sounded that good through a mostly sound-proof door, what could she possibly look like now? She could imagine a blonde version of Caley, but trying to multiply that by ten broke her brain.

***

Back at the chem lab, Amanda was wondering the same thing. Her transformation had begun to slow, the long minutes of absolute ecstasy that had blurred into a single, interminable tsunami of indescribable pleasure now over, leaving disjointed bursts of tremulous rapture in its wake. Amanda’s impressions of her changes came in confused, incoherent images, gathered when she managed to open her eyes a mere sliver before another powerful blast of euphoria crushed them shut yet again. She had muscles? No, her slender body was strung with smooth steel cables that crackled with the promise of staggering strength. Her hair? That had transformed into a thick, tumbling mane of shining platinum. But was she really, really sexy like Caley? Finally managing to pry her eyes open and keep them that way, she looked directly down.

“Oh my fucking God, look at me!” Amanda gasped. Elegant hands that seemed to move when she willed them to clutched the creamy globes of her shapely chest. Nipples like fresh strawberries jutted proudly from between splayed fingers. She’d been luxuriantly buxom before, but now her heavenly mounds went beyond every level of human perfection to enter the realm of the inhumanly irresistible. If she were to strike a cheesecake pose with this body, guys would be spasming before she ever even got to the wink.

Her small, curvaceous bare feet landing on the floor, Amanda stalked forward with the regal grace of a feline predator toward the window to study her faint reflection in the glass, curious about the full extent of the changes to her body.

She was magnificent. To a level that she could never have conceived of an hour ago.

Caley, as stunning as she was, couldn’t hold a candle to Amanda’s impossible perfection. The vast disparity between her and Caley was at least as wide as that of the angelic version of Caley and her original 4’10” self. Her every feature was heartbreakingly exquisite. Every line of her body inspired a stomach-clenchingly powerful yearning to explore its dramatic curves. Every inch of her naked, succulent flesh called out to be tasted, to be touched.

Amanda twisted to see a sleek backside that was sculpted into aesthetic perfection that was easily a match for her front. The body before her absolutely sizzled with seductive power. She was inhumanly perfect, possessed of magnificence that no human was ever meant to have. Ravishing curves rippled with sensual athleticism that could destroy any man on sight and fill any woman with hopeless envy and irresistible desire.

But there was more on her mind than just her looks. Because there was this one little thing Chad had thought was possible, if she really wanted it. Something that should be so easy for a superhero, right? She couldn’t wait to see if she could do it. Like, actually do it. She looked at the ceiling and raised her fist, lifting her opposite knee.

“Up, Up, and…” the girl whispered, hopping upward on the ball of her lower foot.

***

Chad and Rachael both startled as a pulsating boom shook the entire building. Moments later, a second, more powerful concussive blast rattled the windows for blocks around. Rachael looked at her brother with a look of astonishment. “Did your girlfriend just explode?!” she asked, all of her previous envy toward Amanda momentarily forgotten, replaced by concern for her friend.

Chad shrugged, “I have no idea what that was. Still, I don’t hear her anymore. Maybe we should go look?”

They crept back to the chem lab, fingers stuffed into their ears in case Amanda started moaning again. When they opened the door, their faces were filled with horror. The room was completely trashed! Tables were flipped, chairs embedded in the walls. It did look like some sort of Amanda-bomb had gone off.

In the center of the mess lay a small pile of rough concrete chunks and mangled steel, lit as if by a spotlight by a bright column of dusty daylight.

“Where is she!?” Rachael gasped, feeling increasingly guilty about her previous jealousy, frantic as she circled the room, carefully peering through the swirling dust. She didn’t really want Amanda to have exploded!

Chad walked to the central pile of shattered detritus and looked up. There was a ragged hole the size of a manhole cover ripped through the ceiling tiles…

...and through the concrete second floor.

...and through the floor above that.

Blue sky shone through the hole in the roof one level above that. Chad gazed upward, his mind whirring through the possible explanations for what he was seeing. Suddenly he burst into laughter at the absurdity of it. The scene would almost look familiar—if he were in a cartoon. He belatedly realized that the second ‘explosion’ they’d heard must have been a sonic boom as their missing friend had accelerated past the speed of sound.

Rachael glared at his wholly inappropriate mirth. Amanda was missing! She may have fucking exploded?! This was not a time for laughter!

Chad turned to her, still struggling with the giggles as he peered into her disapproving, almost angry eyes.

“I wouldn’t worry, Sis. I think Amanda’s doing just Super…”

Rachael’s brows furrowed as her brother pointed upward. She picked her way through the smashed lab tables to join him, looking up in the direction of his point as she reached the center of the room.

“No. Freaking. Way!” came Rachael’s hushed tone, a giggle of laughter bursting from her own lips.