Meg moaned against the pillow as she started to wake up. Her body was bruised and battered, her growing pains from a 5 year increase in her age. She felt her nude body and noticed that she had breasts, not much though. As a redhead she seemed to be cursed by both freckles and having small breasts like her mom. The nipples were fully developed but they were a cups at most.
She looked over in the mirror and noticed that she had a somewhat flat ass, her stomach was flat and slightly toned. Her body was that of a 15 or 16 year old, great signs of development but she felt that she was too thin, white and patsy. Her mouth was perfect though, with full lips and glistening white teeth. What if she applied the salve to her whole body?
Taking the bottle of salve and the body wash she mixed the two together in the shower and started to rinse her body. The solution started to seep through her skin pours into her body. Slowly her hair grew from shoulder length down pass her breasts until it reached her ass, the color darkened from light orange to dark red, like copper.
Her breasts started to swell like they were balloons being filled up with water, the fatty tissue made her pointed nipples thrust out from her chest and upturn slightly towards the ceiling at a 45 degree. Her ass filled out becoming more rounded so she had junk in the trunk.
The freckles washed off as if they were make up being removed. But other smudges started to appear, on her right forearm a black smudge appeared and the more she tried to rub it off the more it came into focus. Soon she had her first tattoo something in a foreign language she didn't understand: أنت عبدي الآن
Written in bold black lettering along her arm. Soon the same tattoo appeared on her stomach exactly between her pussy and her belly button. Meg wasn't the brightest friend of Erika's so she was accepting of her new changes.
She left the shower an 11 year old in an 18 year old looking body. A killer redhead with a different face. Her cleft chin had disappeared and her face had flattened. Her cheekbones rose making her face look somewhat sunken with hooded eyes and a mane of dark red hair she looked like a female Celtic warrior princess.
Despite the salve/bodywash traces of her child hood still existed. Her face still had a girlish look about it, her eyes seemed too innocent for her face. She had long legs, but they were to yet take on any definition in the way of muscles. They looked great, but still young. Her shoulders had another two or so years of growing before they were in proportion to her breasts.
It was as if the salve had tried to make Meg more mature, but it had its limit.