Dorothy hated being called little girl.
She rubbed her skin, and it brought pleasure to her. She loved the feeling she was getting.
Suddenly something unexpected happened. Her sleeve ripped open, and underneath, the smooth skin of her arm could be seen. It was now wider and getting longer by the second like slowly inflating rubber, yet the texture was also changing. Slowly the top of her blue shirt began to pucker and became unbelievably tight. At first the bystanders wondered what was filling her shirt so much, when they realized that it was her whole body that was getting bigger.
A tear appeared at the top center of the shirt, and soon ripped further and further down. Dorothy now had the beginnings of cleavage, and she couldn't help but stare at her still small breasts. Her dress skirt rose up her legs and soon enough her nicely forming butt could be seen. It was much fuller than before, and much more toned. Her shoes popped open, and her white socks shredded under the slow but relentless thrust of her lengthening feet. Her feet became almost twice as long as her shoes had been.
More and more of her skirt tore away as Dorothy grew older and taller by the second. Her fresh cleavage expanded further, her growing breasts breaking free one at a time, and soon there was nothing left of her shirt. Her undershirt had long ago given way to her budding body.
Needless to say she now stood topless, and was at least 5'3" if not 5'4" tall. She tried to cover up her newly endowed body, and soon enough her growing hips ripped away the last remains of her clothing. Dorothy now stood completely naked at 5'5" for all to see.
She stared at her large, hardening nipples in shock. Dorothy became another inch taller still, and her breasts swelled a bit further as she looked to be about 16 now. Then her hips widened even more but she grew no taller. Finally it seemed like the aging had ended. Dorothy looked down and was shocked at what she saw. At first she felt very embarrassed, but when she thought about how fantastic she looked now, she became incredibly proud of her new adult stature.
The girl pouted, her eyes flashing. "My room, my rules. You know when you play in someone else's house, you play their games." She rested her chin on one of her arms propped up on an armrest. In an instant, she shifted, convulsing as in the space of a second she grew years older and taller, her back curled.
She spasmed again, and still sitting on her chair, without fuss or fanfare she grew up into an adult woman. Her dress stretched relentlessly, tearing apart as her body rose higher.
Most of them took another step backwards as they watched her lapse into another convulsing fit, too bewildered to reply. She fell down and continued to writhe on the floor with a scream that echoed and pierced.
Then there was more movement under the shreds of her dress as she began to crumble into ash and dust.
A child stood up, torn pieces of the dress on the floor around her as once again she began to grow from mere child to full-bodied adult. Finally, she stood naked a few feet away from the group.
Call to Greatness
She felt like her world had come to an end.
It was often this feeling that loomed over the children of her tribe on their Passing Celebration. Every year, the tribe would choose one child and would take him or her away from the tribe, and into the Forest.
It was said that the spirit of a child could sense the true essence of the Guardians, but only an adult's body could accept them.
...her mind was ablaze with this new knowledge, and soon the blaze spread to her body.
Coursing through her veins like wildfire, every world's magic pulsed around her, shaping her. Twig-like legs toned and lengthened, gaining strength and grace, while the blaze spread through her skin, searing away every blemish and impurity, leaving behind skin as smooth as a pearl and as radiant as the dawn. Her legs crept and bulged under her skirt, which now inched close to her knees. Her boots broke at the toes, her feet lengthening through the gaps.
As grace befell onto her, her hips and buttocks flared, granting elegant grace and graceful elegance to her steps as she felt her body walking among the stars. Her waist toned and lifted her torso as she took a long breath. In her dream's eye, she felt the very wind brush against her now bare arms, toning them and lengthening them, making her hands so delicate to the touch, yet strong enough to wield the power needed to protect her tribe.
As the blaze flared through her torso, she felt her chest tremble, as she felt the motherly needs and desires of the Earth course through her. Her breasts soon burgeoned, growing full and plentiful like the fruit of nature.
Her childish features soon burned away like a leaf in a bonfire, the aging wave lengthening her neck slightly and rushing over her face, revealing immeasurable beauty on her visage. Her lips rippled slightly as maturity and charm created a new portrait - one befitting her mother's kind smile and her older eyes that were the green of a sapling's leaves.
The blaze faded into her hair, which burned away the muddy blonde color and cascaded down her back into a golden mane that would make the sun's aurora pale.
As she ran, the ruins of her robe skirt that bore her tribe's colors and leather top finally fell away, showing her bounteous breasts.
She looked down at herself. She felt the cascade of her golden hair, the weight of her breasts, the sway of her hips.
The new woman rose to meet the elder's eyes, now shorter than she was.
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