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She rushed to get dressed for school. When she was done, she paused. Was it her imagination, or were her clothes tighter than usual. Her frown turned to a wince. Her pink and white shirt was pinching under her arms?
... "Hey there Kathy!" Davis kicked the ball against a brick wall. "Say you look cool."
"I don't feel so cool." Kathy sighed, squirming in her oppressively tight outfit. Could her clothes have shrunk in the wash? Her feet were killing her... surely her shoes hadn't shrunk in the wash!
Kathy ran to school, panting when she finally arrived. She didn't want to stay with Davis, because she didn't want him treating her differently. She felt tight pains all over her body.
... "Yeah like my clothes are shrinking..." Kathy made a fist to demonstrate, but when she did so, the top of her shirt sleeve suddenly split and separated along the seam. She dropped her bag and the contents spilled all over the floor.
"Whoa," Davis said. "Hey, I got that..." Davis gallantly bent over to get her stuff, but Kathy didn't want him bothering over her sake. She stood and bent over, accidentally hitting Davis's head with hers.
"Ow!" they both said in unison, but not loud enough to overshadow the ripping sound coming from Kathy's pants. Davis tried to think of the right thing to say, but a thought suddenly occurred to Kathy. She looked at Davis; she was eye-level with him. She ran to the nurse's wall and measured her height. She looked at it.
"Oh my Gawd!" she said. "I know what's happening..."
"What?" Davis asked, relieved at not having to comment on the pants.
"I'm getting um... older... really fast."
She sat down again and tried to unlace her shoes. "This has never happened to me before. Well, except those times alone in my bed when..."
"What are you doing?" asked Davis in awe.
"What does it look like?" Kathy managed to pry one shoe off - even with her added strength, something she was really starting to notice, it took effort - and then the other. "That feels so much better," she breathed, slumping in her seat and wiggling her toes in her socks.
"For real? You really think..."
Kathy just smiled. "What, you don't believe me?" She made a fist with her other arm, the one with the intact shirt sleeve, and squeezed quite deliberately. The long seam of her too short sleeve just peeled apart like a zipper. She quickly ripped and tore it off. Kathy brushed her longer and wider forearms with her hands, leaving both of them bare, and a pile of scraps on the carpet.
While Davis was still gaping at that, Kathy stood up. Her shirt came untucked, and more stitches tore, causing Davis to gulp and stare at the floor, blushing. She couldn't help herself. "Look at me, Davis. I'm taller than you are now."
Kathy looked down, then gasped, blushing rather vividly herself. She hadn't realized just how naughty she looked, with half her clothes torn and the rest skin-tight.
"I have to get out before the whole school sees me!"
"Want to skip class huh?" Davis asked.
"Well," Kathy laughed. "I can't go around like this!"


She sensed the crowd around her, could feel their heat through the layers of her clothes. The young girl closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt her body change, subtle changes that no one would really notice at first. She breathed out when she could feel her clothes tightening around her breasts and hips as they began to form above her lengthening legs, her body ready to become a grown woman's right here and now if she let it. With iron willpower she reversed the process, never faltering a step, her smile frozen in place.
They were the only ones on the elevator as it rose up into the hotel. The young girl leaned against the wall opposite the man where he could see her. As he looked at her she seemed to stretch herself in a rather inappropriate way. Her hips grew more pronounced and her breasts appeared to bud, straining against the canary yellow fabric and she made a small moaning sound as if these changes brought her pleasure. Then, on a whim, she decided to release her body.


A little girl, perhaps eleven years old, with a dazed expression.
The girl collapsed in tears. She looked up and slowly began to rise again.
The girl looked bigger, taller, older. No, this couldn't be happening.
Then she ran, feeling her legs lengthen as she did so. The sun was rising over the forest. Age took her with every desperate stride. The dull thudding of her feet became louder; her hands reached further, arms elongating and widening.
She somehow retained enough presence of mind to loosen and remove the precious clothing before her teenaged body could destroy them.


When I was younger, around 12 I'd guess, I was so boy crazy it wasn't even funny. When I'd try to fall asleep I'd lay there and close my eyes and imagine myself walking down the street, and the boy I loved was walking towards me. (If my 12-year-old love is reading this, hi David!) Anyways, I'd make up an entire scenario in my head where I walk up to him, we start talking, and then we go make out in the alley.
But the same awful thing would always happen. As soon as I'd close my eyes and picture myself, I suddenly grew breasts. I'd open my eyes real fast, touch my chest, realize it was still as flat as ever, and then close my eyes and try to get on with my fantasy. But this time they'd be bigger, and the longer I kept my eyes closed, the bigger they got.
Needless to say, I was scared to death of hitting puberty.



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