Lindsey poked her head out the door and Andrew took another puff of cigarette. “Ugh, it’s so gross, but…” She touched her throat. “I think my voice is getting older!”
“The smoke affects the vocal cords first; it’s one of the first things it touches.”
“I sound like a grown-up!”
“Shh! Just take a puff and hold your breath. It’ll affect your body more. Wait for my signal.”
“What signal—shit, I forgot to hold my breath.”
“Just wait…”
Andrew took another breath and held it. The smoke tasted like oven cleaner mixed with burnt coffee grounds, but as her eyes teared up she felt something new working its way through her veins: warmth. The chemicals seeped into her arteries and flowed through her. Her heart thumped, her fingers tingled. Her nipples hardened and pushed through her dress.
‘Here it comes…’
“Get ready,” said Lindsey.
Andrew let out her breath, and she grew six inches taller. Her panties tightened and wedged in between her lips.
“Go!”
Andrew blinked. “What?”
“Get out there! Run!”
They flew out of the bathroom and ran for the boundary line. They leapt over the line before the hall monitor could even shout, “Stop!” The security cameras zeroed in.
“Take another puff!” she said. “Hold it in!”
When the beam hit Andrew she felt suddenly like a balloon animal. Her legs shrank down but her hips grew wide. Her head was like an orange but her arms were like logs. She was short, she was thin, her boobs burst out and her pussy dried up. Baby fat swelled her legs while puberty stretched her waist. She felt like a sponge being squeezed underwater, swelling and squeezing over and over again.
But they made it through. They got out of security camera range and rounded the first corner. Lindsey was with her, finally exhaling the smoke she had held in. “We have to find the door!”
Andrew, however, couldn’t stop staring.
“What are you waiting for—“ Lindsey hushed. Her voice sounded big: too big. She looked down and gasped the way that a whale might gasp.
Lindsey’s hands were as big as pizza boxes. Her feet were tiny, like bottle caps. stuck on the end of little pegs at the end of her legs, and she couldn’t stand on them, but she didn’t need too because her arms were so long that she could put her palms on the floor without even bending over. She stood straight up and still had to bend her arms. “I shouldn’t have mixed,” she sobbed, her voice deep like a giant’s. “I should have known better!”
Andrew, however, still looked like a little girl with two notable exceptions. First, she was nine feet tall. She wondered why the school looked so small.
Second, she had boobs. Big…big…big boobs…