Rachael's Ascension: Director's Cut - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: PLEAS AND THANK YOUS

Chad smiled. His sister was happy. So happy, in fact, she’d talked him into a second dose of the potion after a weeklong campaign of randomly cheering “for science!” and teasing him that he was afraid of his sister being taller than him. But she hadn’t quite managed the feat. She’d grown exactly two more inches, leaving him barely an inch taller than her new 5’2” frame. Round 2 hadn’t stopped her from asking for more, but he’d finally refused, convincing her he needed to do some deeper computer simulations before it was safe to proceed with any more ‘experiments’. He was growing increasingly concerned that the formula had worked too fast and maybe a little too well.

For the last couple of weeks, Rachael had worn loose-fitting sweaters and pants to mask her improved body. Or, at least she did until the glee club started posting the date of the homecoming dance around school. When Chad ran into his sister in the halls the next day, she was looking especially radiant… in a cropped tank and skinny jeans!

“Rachael? What the hell?! I thought you were going to hide your changes for a while!”

“I did hide them for a while, but I’m tired of hiding! I feel like a superhero having to stay in her secret identity all the time.” She bounced up and down on her tiptoes. “What good is finally becoming a swan if I can never show it?”

Chad frowned, but admitted to himself that this day had to come at some point. He simply hadn’t been ready for it.

“Plus, the secret’s out. I went to the gym with Amanda and Caley. They noticed the new me when I was changing in the locker room. When I don’t have clothes on, it’s not like I can hide it. I had to tell them. They weren’t buying that this...” she flexed her arm and a noticeable bulge sprang up. “...was ‘just a growth spurt’. I mean, come on? I can probably bench press you now. My test scores are up. I stopped wearing my contacts. I haven’t had a pimple in weeks. And I’m sooo sensitive now, you know, down there?" She gave a flirty little wiggle of her sleek hips to draw a horrified stare from her brother.

"WHAT!!?!" She hadn’t mentioned any of these side effects before.

"Shhhh… quiet down, Chad! People will hear you!"

Chad fumed but forced himself to lower his voice. "Rachael, you have to tell them not to say anything. I did all this to help you. I’m YEARS away from being ready to publish! If this gets out now I’ll lose my scholarship... or worse!

"I know, Chad. I'm sorry. Really. They caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say, so it just kind of… came out." Rachael apologized, her larger, more expressive eyes wide.

Then, her expression transformed, becoming sly as a thought occurred to her. "If it helps, I think Amanda is really into you. Just think of it! You could give her some of your potion too! She could be your hottie girlfriend..."

Chad paused. That would be more data, a larger sample size for his research...

"And if you give me a little more, you could get a preview of what Amanda might look like with your help..."

There was a glint in her eye as Rachael spun on her heel and headed off to her last class of the day, leaving her brother alone to consider her tantalizing words, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she walked away.

***

Walking home after school, Chad tried to rationalize giving Amanda a chance with the potion. Rachael's words tempted him more than he would admit. Amanda was every bit as short and flat-chested as his sister, but she did have a cute face and a great laugh. He’d had a crush on her ever since she had first become one of Rachaels’ friends. He could argue she’d make a good comparison study, being so similar to his sister. Hmm...

He was dumping his backpack on the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Amanda and Rachael’s other good friend Caley were standing there, each girl looking faintly nervous.

“Hi, Chad!” they both said at the same time, to their mutual embarrassment.

“Hi…?” That they’d both changed into baggy clothes after school for this little visit couldn’t be a coincidence. Amanda’s soft hoodie looked like a tent on her diminutive frame. “Listen, I’ve got a pretty good idea what this is about, so why don’t you both come to my room. We can talk it out.”

As they walked into his room, their eyes were immediately drawn to the crystal flask of blue liquid on his desk.

“Is that it? Is that the potion that made Rachael grow?”

“Yes, it is, but—” Chad started.

“You have to give it to me, Chad.” Her tone made that outcome a statement of fact. “Being small sucks so much! I’ve been picked on and bullied, and I have always, always, always wanted to be tall and gorgeous and amazing! Please, Chad, please…”

Chad stood there, stunned by Amanda’s impassioned plea. “Well, Amanda—”

“You don’t know how I’ve felt! Watching everyone grow taller and curvier while Rachael, Caley, and I are all stuck as tiny little girls. That bitch Veronica calls us ‘Team Pygmy’. People laugh, Chad. They laugh when she says mean things like that. Because they’re true!”

“Caley and I, we’ve given up. We’ve given up on homecoming, on prom, on dating, on anyone wanting us. When we saw what you did for Rachael, you gave us something that we haven’t had in ages… Hope!”

“Homecoming is coming up in a couple of weeks. I want to go with someone. I want to dress up. I want to be pretty. To be desired. Please, Chad. You have to understand what this means to us. To me.” Amanda said, her hands before her in an imploring gesture.

As soon as she finished her desperate plea, Rachael walked in.

“Rachael! Um, we were just asking Chad—”

“If you could take MY potion.” Rachael cut her off, looking stern. Then, her stony face melted into a toothy grin. “I know. I kind of suggested it.”

“I promise, we aren’t trying to take it from you… Wait… what?”

“I suggested it. I want you guys to have what I’m getting: the chance to finish high school on my own terms. No more ‘Team Pygmy’ for any of us....”

“I still think this is kind of crazy…” Caley muttered. “You’re just pulling Mandy’s leg, right? Not funny, Rache.”

Rachael walked over to her brother. “Chad, you need to make us the hottest girls in the school. I want to experience life at the top like Veronica and Lexi and all the other cheerleaders. I want them to wish they were me for once.  I’ve always wished I were one of them. I want them to feel the same way about me for once. I won’t put them down like they do to us. I just want to turn the tables and prove that I can still be a good person when I’m at the top. I want to change the entire social structure of the school. I want people to know that the top of the pecking order doesn’t have to be cruel. It can be kind.”

Rachael looked over at Amanda. “Plus, you know, Amanda thinks you’re cute. She admires your intellect.” Then she leaned toward him, conspiratorially mock-whispering, “And I think she’s totally into your red hair.”

Amanda blushed, taking a sudden, intense interest in a section of bare, ivory wall in an effort to avoid Chad’s wide, staring eyes.

“She would be beyond grateful if you did this for her,” Rachael said, knowing she was winning over her brother with each precise, softly spoken word.

“Alright already! I’ll split this new batch three ways. I’ve been improving the formula, so even a sip should be enough to start a small reaction. We know it works for you, sis, but it could still make them very sick. We don’t have enough experimental data to be confident in its effectiveness yet. So we’ll see what happens. Then, based on the results, I decide if it’s safe for them to have a full dose.”

They each nodded in agreement. It was hard to argue with his logic. That settled, Chad opened the flask and poured a third of the fluid into a paper cup, handing it to his sister. He poured Caley’s dose as well before finally draining the last into a cup for Amanda.

The trio raised their paper cups in a toast. Caley blurted out, “Fuck ‘Team Pygmy!’”, eliciting smiles from the rest of the group. A moment later, they all drank.

Amanda still couldn’t meet Chad’s eyes. He tried to think of something encouraging to say, only to be interrupted by the start of Rachael’s next transformation.

“This feels different than the other times.” Rachael clutched her stomach and flopped onto Chad’s bed. “It’s way more intense—ughh. Like I’m gonna!— [[said as a powerful moan]] GROW!”

As they watched, Rachael began to add sexy, toned muscle to her entire frame. Her shoulders and arms firmed up, becoming both shapely and defined. As she squirmed on his bed, Chad caught glimpses of her abs chiseling into visible relief under her smooth, flawless skin. Her legs stretched inches longer, packing on luscious pounds of shapely muscle. He estimated her total height had increased almost five inches, significantly up from her previous results. She’d be so pleased that she was finally taller than he was.

He was suddenly glad he’d only given each of them a third of a full dose. The revised formula was strong, significantly moreso than he’d anticipated. As Rachael’s sensuous writing began to slow, Chad guessed she’d gained at least another cup size as well, her perky breasts perched high over the strengthening foundation of her more sculpted core. Chad gave her an appraising look, deciding that true to her goals she’d trounce Veronica or Lexi one-on-one in a showdown for the title ‘Hottest Babe at School’.

Caley gasped, turning away from the irrefutable proof of the effectiveness of Rachael’s secret potion to look at herself in the mirrored closet doors. She was struck by the clearer complexion and slightly prettier face that looked back at her. Her raven hair had become a glossier, more complete shade of midnight-black. But her body didn’t seem all that different. If she had grown, it was less than an inch. As she examined the changes to her figure under her current, unflattering clothes, however, she was interrupted by a dull thud from behind.

She turned to see Amanda’s shoulders descending the far wall to disappear behind the bed. Her body was all but hidden behind Chad’s bed, only her slack, dazed face visible over the top of his rumpled blankets. Her features seemed to be changing dramatically. Her cheekbones rose, becoming more pronounced. Her eyes grew larger, more luminous, taking on a sexy slant. Her eyelashes grew longer, curlier, and bolder. Her lips inflated, forming a delicious pout, turning a natural shade of coral pink. Chad felt his body responding to the changes in the girl’s increasingly breathtaking visage, desire welling within him as Amanda’s face re-sculpted itself from cute… to pretty… to beautiful… to gorgeous… to absolutely stunning. The ravishing teen suddenly arched her back, letting out an unmistakably orgasmic moan [[moan]] as her hair transformed from a dull, dishwater blonde to a shining, shimmering mane of lustrous golden silk.

Judging by her face alone, Chad could tell that the tiny blonde was responding to the serum dramatically better than his sister had. What variables could have driven such a rapid transformation? And why had it performed so poorly in Caley’s case? He had so much new data to parse! He couldn’t wait to dive into it and understand the wide variation in the girls’ reactions.

Amanda’s eyes slowly opened, her irises now a dazzling shade of aquamarine. Rising shakily as she got back to her feet, everyone in the room realized no one would ever call her “pygmy” again. Rachael had grown from 5’2” to almost 5’8” and she still only came up to Amanda’s aristocratic nose. The formerly tent-like hoodie she had been wearing now stopped short of covering her bared midriff, most of the material pulled high and tight across her chest by two volleyball-sized globes no one was prepared to believe might actually be her breasts. The girl’s waist was incredibly slender, possibly having become even narrower than before, the contrast with her wider shoulders and hips making it appear positively microscopic. Amanda’s disbelieving gaze drifted downward to discover her formerly loose-fitting jeans had split like banana peels, revealing sexy, rounded hips that strained her bikini underwear to the limit. Her hands slid from her tight stomach to trace the sinuously powerful thighs of an Olympic swimmer, their firm curves tapering inward to slender knees, before flowing into sculpted calves above petite, slender ankles.

Amanda looked down to see that her favorite sneakers had paid the ultimate price for trying to oppose her growth spurt. Shreds of exploded leather and snapped laces littered the floor, interspersed with the torn strips of shredded denim, around her shapely feet.

Gulping audibly, Chad watched Amanda’s mouth-wateringly leggy form glide past Caley to pause before his mirrored closet doors.

Certain she was dreaming, Amanda pulled her hoodie over her head without a hint of modesty, revealing two staggeringly full, deliciously rounded breasts. Her broken training bra dangled almost comically over a pair of aggressively perky areolas—pink and sensitive bulges that filled the lacey cups more completely than had her entire breasts only minutes ago. Amanda’s impossibly voluptuous, comic-book sized breasts likely surpassed the volume of any three of the school’s cheerleaders put together. Veronica, Lexi, Sherry, Gail, Aisha, Yvette, Hahn, Pamela… none of them could even come close to matching the size or perfect peach shape of Amanda’s new assets.

Chad pried his gaze away from Amanda’s prodigious bustline to savor the slim, sexy muscle that defined her back, shoulders, and arms, noting, with trembling lips, the powerful, carved abs that cobbled the bare expanse of her stomach. His breath caught as Amanda lifted a fist and stretched towards the ceiling, raising her opposite knee in a comic book hero pose. For a moment he was certain she was about to launch through the ceiling into the clouds, leaving a hole in his ceiling as the only proof that such a captivating blonde beauty could actually exist. As if sharing his fantasy, she hopped up on her tiptoe, her hoodie shifting upward. Her knuckles brushed the ceiling before she fell back to earth, the expression of wonder in her gorgeous eyes undiminished by her failure to ascend into the stratosphere.

Yeah, Chad thought. Amanda wasn’t merely going to be the hottest girl in school now; she might well be the most desirable girl on Earth.

Amanda simply could not believe it. The R-rated superhero silhouette in the mirror couldn’t actually be real could it? Much less the real version of her! But when she lifted her arms in a double bicep flex, the sleek, athletic beauty in the mirror copied her!

She really was that girl.

Tears welled in Amanda’s eyes when she noticed that her power pose had sent a fresh rush of excitement to the rising bulge in Chad’s pants. His waist-level ‘vote of approval’ was plainly reflected in the mirror, causing the breathtaking girl to blink as her new reality began to sink in. Seeing his masculine response to her shapely curves somehow managed to make her transformation seem real. She sprang to him in a single bound of her long, powerful legs and slipped her slender fingers under his arms.

“Hey!” Chad squeaked like a mouse when Amanda picked him up, pressing her lush lips to his. Chad’s wide eyes grew wider as she broke the kiss, drawing him further upward to hold him at arm’s length, inches above the carpet. The girl was swinging him about as if he weighed no more than her backpack, basking in his awestruck expression before pressing his much-smaller body against her pillowy chest for another hungry kiss.

Chad was beyond stunned as Amanda’s sultry lips suckled the tip of his tongue. She had kissed him! Little Amanda had become a super babe, and then she had kissed him! Was still kissing him! And it was no little peck on the cheek! Amanda’s insistent tongue swirled around his until the staggered boy had to pull his lips from hers just to suck in a lungful of air!

“Wow! Amanda… wha…?” Chad stammered, his eyes searching hers as he panted oxygen back into his lungs. Was the girl just teasing him or did she really like him as Rachael had incessantly teased?

“Thank you, Chad! Thank you so much! I feel almost as pretty as a superhero now!” She raised and lowered him again, demonstrating once again that her sculpted feminine muscles were not merely for show. She really was quite strong. “This is beyond anything I ever imagined!”

“Well, that would explain the pose.” He grinned at her, his stunned mind beginning to recover from the shock of witnessing her extreme development. “I thought you were gonna fly away there for a second.” For a moment, he idly imagined giving her dose after dose of the potion until she was every bit as hot and powerful as one of the superheroes she seemed to idolize. Not that that would actually work.

She blushed. “Could I?! Fly, I mean? That would be the best.” She gave him a goofy smile, trying to make light of how much the idea appealed to her. But her aquamarine eyes betrayed her excitement at the prospect, their crystalline depths filling with expectant longing.

He paused. Could his ‘potion’ unlock that kind of evolutionary potential for her? No. No way. Not in less than a million years. Except his sister had displayed all kinds of unexpected ‘side effects’ as she had grown. So… maybe?

“Only if you really wanted it.” He sighed longingly, too quiet for anyone to hear.

Except Amanda’s face lit up, a dazzling smile forming on her moist, succulent lips at his near-silent admission. His words sent a sensual chill through her voluptuous body, causing her overtaxed bra to fall completely away. Still held tightly in her arms, Chad had a perfect view of her now-bare chest, their lush slopes crowned by rigid nipples nearly an inch long and thick as the tips of his thumbs. They were the same shade of cotton-candy pink as her luscious lips.

Feeling the brush of soft fabric over her sensitive breasts, Amanda glanced downward. It was Amanda’s turn to squeak like a mouse. She suddenly dropped Chad, crossing her arms over her ample chest as her cheeks flushed crimson. In one sinuous twist of her sleek abdominal muscles, she turned her back to Chad, ripping off the useless remnants of her kiddie bra and slipped her hoodie back over her newly developed assets.

“Ugh, how does Kim Kardashian manage these things?” Amanda wondered, finally shifting her midriff-baring top back into place.

“Hers aren’t as big.” Caley snarked, looking down at her own flat chest, frowning as she saw that it looked the same as ever.

Her pants a total write-off, Amanda helped herself to Chad’s dresser, searching for a pair of sweats. Finding a clean pair, pulling them out of the drawer, she held them before her, casting Chad a questioning glance.

Chad, lost in thought, was too distracted to catch Amanda’s nonverbal question. Caley’s frustrated expression served as a stark reminder that she had barely grown at all. Why had Amanda responded so well to her evolutionary boost? Why had Caley barely done so at all? Caley had nothing but doubts, while Amanda seemed incredibly passionate about her desire to become more beautiful. It seemed like a factor that was nearly impossible to quantify, but maybe there was the kernel of a working hypothesis there.

“Chad? Could I borrow these?” Amanda finally asked, seeing that Chad was too lost in thought to notice what she was attempting to show him. She dangled the pants in front of his vacant gaze to draw his attention. She was used to being ignored, but knew that it would happen very often now. Not with this body.

“Wha… oh… yes, of course.” He was already contemplating adjustments to his nascent formula. If desire could drive results…

Amanda’s self-comparison to comic book superheroes frightened him a little. She’d grown so much with only a minimal dose of the formula. His sister had downed hers with total confidence that more good things were to come for her. Could it really be that each had gained development in accordance with their preconceived expectations about what might be possible for them?

Rachael stood next to her brother, watching Amanda as she donned his sweatpants, the simple act of stretching the thick cotton over her silky legs made quite erotic by her long, beautifully muscled limbs. Pulling the pants over her new curves stretched the fabric to the limit, the bottom hems ascending the smooth swells of her calves until they stopped on their upper slopes. They looked like capris on her, far too short to cover the luscious length of her insanely long stems.

“Chad, how is Amanda so… I mean… Oh My Gawd? That dose was my third. One sip and she blew right past me!” Rachael’s curious words gave voice to the thoughts that had been bouncing around Chad’s brain for the last few minutes.

“I don’t know. I’m wondering about that myself. It could have something to do with her DNA. Or maybe her hormone levels…” he trailed off, still hesitant to consider that after envying Rachael’s progress for weeks, Amanda might simply have wanted it more.

“Well, I guess I’ll need another shot to catch up.” Rachael’s eyes were still glued to Amanda’s sleek, sexy body, a smolder of envy burning in their simmering depths. She went on, voice pitched so only he could hear her,  “...Or maybe three. God, she’s hot.”

Watching the hungry look in Amanda’s stunning eyes, she turned to face her brother. “You are so getting laid, dude.”

Across the room, the object of their discussion perked up, giving the young man a flirtatious wink as if she’d heard every whispered word. Arousal caused two small points to tent the front of her hoodie again, but this time, rather than blushing, not-so-little Amanda gave him an inviting gaze. She did a little shimmy for him, making her chest jiggle enticingly.

Rachael laughed at her brother’s wide-eyed look of astonishment. Hadn’t he realized that Amanda’s gratitude could get intimate?

But maybe it wasn’t so surprising. The sexy blonde bombshell, her staggeringly perfect backside stretching his sweats into a taut, skin-tight shape that seemed to fascinate its previous owner, was way out of his league now. Hell, the new ‘Amanda, Evolved’ was out of everyone’s league. Or she would be, once she had some proper clothes to show off that incredible body of hers. And that was a different kind of transformation that Rachael was dying to help her friend realize.

“While Chad works on the next batch, we should go shopping!” Rachael said. “I can’t wait to see how some new clothes will look on my even sexier swan-bod!!”

Amanda glanced down at her overstuffed hoodie and undersized sweatpants and nodded her agreement. “I guess I need new clothes too...”

Caley stood quietly in the corner, all but forgotten, her expression alternating between dejectedness and envy as her gaze alternated between views of Rachael and Amanda’s tall, svelte bodies. “I think I’ll pass. I didn’t change enough to need a wardrobe update.”

Amanda’s expression quickly shifted to concern. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Caley! I was so caught up in what happened to me! I didn’t even think about what you must be feeling…”

Rachael walked to the small girl’s side and hugged Caley. “Sorry, Cay. You do look prettier. We just need to get you more of the potion. So what if it takes a couple doses? You’ll be big and  gorgeous in no time! You’ll see.”

Caley broke the hug, her eyes glimmering with unfallen tears. Saying nothing, she left Chad’s room with slumped shoulders.

Gazing after her friend’s abrupt exit, Rachael turned to Amanda. “I feel bad for Caley, but she is prettier. We’ll make sure she’s the next one to get a dose. Maybe two. You’ll get right on that, won’t you, Chad?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said absently, his mind still pondering the question that continued to bubble to the forefront of his thoughts. Could it really be as simple as the subject’s goals and their desire to change?

He hardly noticed Rachael and Amanda heading out, their excitement and giggles starting to build as they thought about all the outfits that they would have to try out on their new, beautiful bodies. He needed to start on a new batch of the formula. One designed specifically for Caley.