Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: CALEY’S INSPIRATION

Still moping as she crossed the street, Caley watched her friends leave, tears streaming down her cheeks. On one hand, she was happy to be a bit prettier. On the other, much larger hand, she felt disappointed, envious, and jealous after seeing how utterly gorgeous Amanda and Rachael were. “Why do they get to be so much prettier than me? Even my friends are leaving me behind.”

That was truly the problem. The core of her sadness. She felt lonely. Helpless. Left behind.

Sliding into despair, the melancholy girl’s thoughts turned to Mr. Matthews, her favorite teacher. What would he tell her right now? She sighed. He would tell her that “action defeats helplessness, so take action!”

Caley considered that advice for a moment before her jaw tightened with renewed resolve.

Mr. Matthews was right!

Her fists tightening at her sides, Caley’s tears stopped falling as determination grew within her tiny body.

So how could she take action? What had Chad said? Something about DNA? And something about hormones, right? She couldn’t do anything about her DNA, but maybe she could do something about hormones. She unlocked her phone and googled “female hormones”.

As sites came up, she clicked on the first article. “Estrogen is the primary female hormone,” she read in the very first sentence. Pulling up her search bar again, she typed in “estrogen supplements.” It looked like she could get these at the drugstore. Over the counter, even. Great!

“Action defeats helplessness…”

Hope welling in her heart, Caley felt her slumped shoulders pull back, her posture straightening as her step lightened. Her eyes twinkling as she thought of the reactions of her friends when they saw that her legs were as long as theirs, that her breasts were just as lush as theirs.

“Thank you, Mr. Matthews!” the diminutive girl said aloud, the corners of her thin lips curling upward. “You deserve a kiss.”

Skipping down the sidewalk now, she wiped the tears from her cheeks, her spirits lifted by her teacher’s words like a string by a balloon. More hopeful than she’d been all day, she angled toward the nearest drugstore, the broad smile that graced her pretty face like the sun bursting into view from behind storm clouds.

As she entered the store, a quick search of the shelves located what she was looking for. The man at the register looked surprised.

“Usually these are for menopausal women, kiddo.”

Rachael frowned at the slight, accustomed to being addressed like this but far from liking it.

“What are you? Like 12? These for your mom?”

Caley stared the man directly in the eye, her focus on taking action making her bolder than usual. “First of all, I’m eighteen. I just look young. And second, it’s none of your fucking business what they are for!”

“Okay, okay!” The clerk said, raising his hands defensively. “Damn things are probably to help with extreme PMS or something,” he grumbled under his breath.

Caley could tell he was mumbling some sort of nasty comment, but he handed her the pills, so she let it pass. Dropping the bottle of pills into her backpack, she scuttled back to Rachael’s house, a look of fierce determination in her eyes as she vowed never to have to hurry anywhere on legs this short again.

Chad greeted her at the door. “Caley! Rachael and Amanda went to the mall after you left. They’re probably still there if you want to hook up with them.”

“Actually,” Caley replied, the tightening of her small fingers crinkling the paper bag that contained her estrogen tablets. “I was hoping to see you. Would you consider making another batch of the potion?”

“Just finishing one up for you, actually.” He’d wanted to run more tests on the new formula, but Rachael had been right. Caley needed more ASAP. If only the results weren’t so erratic...

“That’s perfect!” Caley smiled slyly. “I want to try a little experiment…”

“What did you have in mind?” Chad said, lifting an eyebrow. Caley’s newfound enthusiasm made him nervous.

“You said that the serum might have worked so well on Amanda because of her DNA, right?”

“Right…” he agreed, drawing out the word, pleased she’d been paying attention to the science.

“But you also said something about hormones, right?” Caley looked hopefully into Chad’s eyes.

“Yes, that could also be a factor. The formula triggers an evolutionary surge, so it is likely responsive to hormonal states.”

“Well, I went to the drugstore and got these,” Caley drew the bottle of pills from her backpack. “It’s estrogen. I was thinking that maybe if I take some of these before my next dose, it might work a little better on me too!”

Chad thought for a moment.

“That… might… work.” He rubbed his chin. He was starting to think the placebo effect might be more important than the chemistry. It should at least help her to believe she was really going to improve this time.

The diminutive girl looked at the back of the bottle, eyes scanning over the instructions on the label. “It says to take two, but I’m so small… Maybe I should take more, just to make sure.”

“Caley, I think it would be best to stick with the normal dose for now. This is already introducing a new variable into the equation. What if something crazy happened? I mean, look at Amanda! Best not to overdo it.” He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to dull the sharpness of her overexuberance.

Caley locked eyes with Chad, her look turning intense as she placed a hand atop his. Her voice dropped half an octave as she did her best to tempt him. “Pleeeeeeeease, Chad? Let me do this. I could show you how much I appreciate it once I’m as pretty as Amanda…”

“Oh. Uh... Ok,” Chad extracted his hand from beneath Caley’s tiny fingers, taking a swift step back once he had freed himself from her desperate touch. “I’ve, um, almost finished a double batch in case we need to give you a third dose. Come upstairs when you’re ready. ” He turned, quickly retreating up the stairs, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden increase in female attention he’d been getting today.

“Alright, fine. Only two pills,” Caley called after him. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

She watched him disappear from sight before she went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, downing two pills in a single swallow.

She paused, her sly smile returning. As she looked at the open bottle, her lips parted, smile growing wider. Caley dumped another handful of pills into her hand and downed them two at a time. This was going to work. She knew it this time…

…absolutely knew it.

Running up the stairs before jogging into Chad’s room, Caley panted breathlessly as her eyes searched the room, the small girl’s hands trembling in anticipation. Her eyes flashed with desire as she saw it. A new batch of the blue potion was waiting for her in the crystal flask on his messy desk.

Chad reached for the flask to pour her half, but Caley leapt forward, snatching it away from him to down the whole thing. She wiped a few stray dribbles of liquid from her chin with the back of her hand, her lips curling into a wide, Cheshire smile.

“Caley! That’s too much! You might…” Chad began, before abandoning his attempted warning. What Caley was doing was no accident. The girl had clearly come back, bent on doing anything and everything she could to match the growth of her friends. “Oh, nevermind,” he said under his breath. Whatever was going to happen had already started. The best he could do was take notes. For science.

Caley simply stood there, smiling expectantly, gripping the empty flask tightly in her right hand, when she began to feel strange. Sensing the transformation upon her, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the liquid in her stomach to allow her to match—no, surpass—her more developed friends.

“More!” She whispered fiercely, feeling the serum begin to take effect. Her chest began to tingle. Then her hips. Then her arms, her legs, her face. “I want to be even sexier than Amanda!” she demanded, thinking about how she’d just taken a dozen pills and two full doses of the transforming liquid this time!

A feeling of ecstasy erupted throughout her body. Falling backward onto the bed, she began to thrash helplessly on the covers.

Chad looked on in amazement as Caley’s writhing legs stretched longer and longer. The lower hem of her jeans rose rapidly over her ankles, ascending over calves that swelled with graceful curves. Healthy, feminine muscle expanded beneath skin that grew more silky and smooth with every passing second.

Twin swells rose under her bulky sweater, pulling the fabric taut across their spherical slopes. Her sweater was thick but not long, and the bottom hem rose over her rapidly tightening belly.

Caley’s swiftly widening hips strained then split the seams of her suddenly skin-tight jeans, growing tears appearing all over the denim. Jagged lines of tanned flesh traveled further and further down her still-lengthening legs, the fabric that encased them unraveling with a soft ripping sound.

The growing girl’s training bra began to bite into her torso, its straining straps digging into her burgeoning flesh. Squirming uncomfortably as her breathing turned into ever-deepening pants, she slid her slender fingers under her sweater to adjust it. She considered unhooking it, but just as the thought struck her, it was torn from her mind by a sudden clench of her burning womb. She felt every muscle in her quickly improving body tighten at once, her hips bucking upward to arch her toning back.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” Caley screamed as the first orgasm rocked her taut body, her new muscles rippling as they shook with its erotic power.

Chad swallowed hard, unable to look away from the writhing, bucking girl on his bed. Her body was growing faster than even his brilliant mind could comprehend.

Caley’s bra snapped as her screams subsided into urgent breaths, startling Chad. He jumped like a deer hearing a gunshot.

Caley’s eyes had been the most affected the first time, but now everything on her face was in play. Caley’s nose shifted, cheekbones becoming more prominent, lips swelling, eyes enlarging. Her face was truly becoming something to behold, but as gorgeous as it was becoming, her body was becoming even more spectacular.

Her sweater had risen so high on her ripped abdomen that it was almost entirely visible. The thick cloth of the top had been reeled upward by the exploding girth of her ever-expanding breasts.

“Oh my… ugggggggggghhhhhhh!!!” Caley came again as the slowing changes began to accelerate once more, the final threads holding her impossibly tight pants together snapping open to reveal the staggeringly toned expanse of her lusciously shapely thighs as their glistening interiors rubbed together in frantic desperation.

Her dark hair glistened as it grew, shimmering as its thickening strands snaked seductively over Chad’s white pillow. Her arms were impressively defined now, elegant swells of slim-but-steely sinew slithering deliciously beneath her now-perfect skin.

This orgasm, too, finally faded, Caley’s heavy breathing seeming to fill the sudden silence as her loud, agonized scream abated. Her muscles began to relax, her bowed back dropping to the mattress, as the nearly unconscious girl went limp. The potion had worked its magic after all.

Chad snapped his hanging jaw shut, clearing his throat in a halting attempt to regain his powers of speech. “Caley, are you awake?” he rasped. What an incredible result! She might not have reached Amanda’s level, but she was still a vision to behold. She clearly wouldn’t require any more othe po—

Then a third orgasm came out of nowhere. Caley’s abs went taut, their six-pack transforming into a chiseled eight-pack of impossibly defined muscle. Grooves appeared in her fleshy thighs as her muscles grew tight once again. Carved lines appeared in the outer surface of her calves, her toes curling into her dramatically arched feet further down.

Her sweater strained to contain her astonishing new bustline, though it managed not to tear completely apart. Still, the firm shapeliness of her voluptuous swells was obvious, her body now completely breathtaking, easily as stunning as Amanda’s.

Her full lips parted as her body once more dropped to the sheets, her head lolling to the side as she lay, unmoving, her impressive chest rising and falling beneath the threadbare sweater.

Caley’s beauty had surged beyond anything he could have imagined. Thick, lustrous raven hair framed an impossibly perfect face. Huge, firm breasts turned her sweater into more of a crop top, the silky abs it revealed beyond defined, carved into a perfect 8-pack. Her arms swelled ever-so-slightly, giving their willowy length a dancer’s lean, athletic physique. Spread invitingly wide across his bed, her muscular thighs and elegantly sculpted ass sent Chad’s libido into overdrive. Her legs were perfection itself, long, slender, and succulently shapely.

Caley found herself coming down slowly from the first multiple-orgasm experience she’d ever had. Ridiculously long, dark eyelashes framed large sapphire eyes that met Chad’s awestruck gaze. Caley slowly stretched her lithe body, its graceful, undulating movements causing Chad’s eyes to bulge even wider. The breathtaking girl’s sensual, scarlet lips opened. “I think it worked.”

Her voice was seductive and husky, shredding the last remnants of Chad’s scientific detachment as easily as her hips had torn apart her jeans. The trembling young man was completely spellbound, his attention rapt to every minute detail of her sublime face and voluptuous body.

Rising slowly and deliberately, every movement made with a ballerina’s graceful elegance, Caley crushed her body against Chad’s in the most sensually erotic embrace of his life. As her full breasts and supple hips pressed into his body, Chad couldn’t contain himself anymore. Bearing witness to that transformation was simply too much. His hips bucked as a powerful involuntary orgasm claimed his already quivering body.

Caley’s luscious lips formed a wide smile. “I take it you like the new me,” she whispered, her new voice practically dripping seductiveness.

Chad nodded spastically, biting his lower lip, unable to speak as hips rocking hips ground slowly to a halt.

“Me, too.” Caley pulled away from the entranced boy, her hand extending to whip one of his blankets around her hips with a graceful flourish, her slender fingers nimbly tying it into a makeshift skirt.

The young supermodel walked out the door without a backward glance. Chad was alright, but Amanda could have him. She had bigger game in mind.

Sauntering down the sidewalk in a half-shredded crop and improvised skirt, she thought about what to do next. Her heart was exploding with joy—she had made Chad climax with a friendly hug. She hadn’t bothered to look at herself yet, but she knew she must be beyond sexy. Over and over, men driving by on the street had to swerve to keep from running off the road, their jaws hanging open as their eyes struggled to resist the magnetic draw of her succulent curves.

Caley’s confidence soared. She actually began to believe that she could have any man that she wanted now. “I can’t wait to see what I look like, but I also like waiting. It’s like trying to decide whether to open your presents on Christmas Eve or wait until Christmas morning.”

She noticed a beachwear store just ahead, its glowing signage bringing a smile to her sultry lips. Perfect! Long legs carrying her at a speed she could never have managed before, she stepped into the cool shadows of the store. Caley blinked a few times as she surveyed the racks, letting her skirt-blanket fall to the floor in a puddle of cloth before beginning her hunt in earnest.

So intent was the beautiful girl on finding something her size, she completely failed to notice that the cashier was the queen bitch herself—Veronica from their high school.

The normally arrogant cheerleader’s eyes widened in shock. The most stunningly gorgeous young woman that she had ever seen had just strolled in. This girl’s body put even world-class models and Hollywood actresses to absolute shame! What was she doing here? And why was she wearing nothing but a ragged sweater and three-size-too-small panties? Veronica had to admit that the dark-haired girl somehow made even the trailer-trash look work. That body could probably make a burlap sack look sexy.

Caley sauntered over to the bikinis, grabbed a plus-sized top and much smaller bottom, along with a wispy sarong and a mesh crop top. It was far too little clothing, she knew. But with where she was headed, she felt like showing off this new body of hers.

On her way to the changing room, she snagged a pair of flip-flops from a rack as well. Slipping the bottoms over her nubile hips, pushing her large breasts into the large cups of the top, she tied on the thin sarong. Once it was secure, she slid the mesh knit top over her dramatically curved chest and turned to face the mirror.

“Oh. My. God.” Caley turned from side to side, admiring a body that would have made Helen of Troy envious. “I am so freaking beautiful that I can hardly look away! I can’t wait to show Rache and Mandy. They won’t know what hit them!”

The raven-haired stunner was so happy at how the day was turning out, she walked right past the still-flabbergasted cheerleader at the register without paying. Veronica began to object but Caley just ran her hands along her athletic, sexy frame, hitting the girl with a seductive stare and reveling in how she looked in such revealing beachwear. Veronica’s already open mouth swung wide, her eyes round with amazement as she felt the effect of the breathtaking beauty’s smoldering eyes.

Veronica had lucked out. Caley hadn’t paid even the slightest bit of attention to her on-campus nemesis. If she had realized how easy a target fate had served up, she would have crushed Veronica’s ego like a bug, and done it with relish. Instead, all of her attention was on thanking her savior.

Mr. Matthews.

It was Mr. Matthews who had given her the advice that had taken her from despair to perfection. He had taught her how to turn helplessness into action. She wanted to thank him for it. Mr. Matthews was an attractive, single, thirty-year-old guy. A sly smile formed on her plump lips. “I’m sure I can think of a thank-you gift that he’d really like now…”

Pulling out her phone, its screen seemed strangely small in her larger hands. Caley looked up Mr. Matthews’s address online. It wasn’t very far from here! With a predatory glint in her dark eyes, she took off at a brisk walk, her long, smooth, muscled legs good for much more than merely looking amazing.