Amber picked up the potion and drank it down to the dregs. She had designed it to taste like Pepsi and she giggled as she drank, partly because the bubbles tickled her nose and partly because she was thrilled at what was about to happen.
Setting the beaker down, she switched on the video camera mounted on a tripod in the corner of the basement.
"I have just ingested the formula," she announced, trying to keep her voice calm. "I expect the transformation to begin in approximately ten seconds ... mark."
Amber looked at her wristwatch, counting down the seconds. She reached zero and for a horrible moment nothing happened.
Then:
"My body's starting to tingle! I can feel myself getting ... mmmmm ... stronger!"
She was still looking at her wristwatch and saw the timepiece start to sink into her skin.
"Oh, yes! I seem to have grown about two inches. Everything feels ... tighter. I'm a wearing an A-cup bra and it seems a half-cup too small already."
She was still staring at her arm and saw her forearm thickening, straining the watch. Her bicep was pushing up her short-sleeve of her T-shirt.
"Hmmm. More muscle growth than I expected. Should I take my ... aaaaahhhhhh! ... clothes off? No, I'm just going to let myself grow right out of them! It won't be long!"
She was about five inches taller now. Her pants cuffs only came down to her knees. She goggled at the size of her calves.
"God, this is such a turn-on!"
Pop! Pop!
"There went my shoes!"
Snap!
"There went my bra! I must be a C-cup now!"
She raised her left arm to look at her watch. The movement made her bicep tear right through her shirt sleeve. It was a wasted motion anyway. Her watch was no longer on her wrist. She looked down and saw it laying on the floor, with a broken band. She squinted at the digital display.
"Growth should stop in two .... one ... zero!"
But her body kept right on growing!
"I said stop! I didn't want to be this big!"
Her 6'4" body wasn't listening. Her pants exploded off her body in a symphony of shredding denim. Her D-cups blasted clean through her shirt and the pathetic rag soon fell to the floor. Finally, she stopped growing ... at exactly 7 feet tall!
"Oh God," she whispered, staring down at her straining panties, the only piece of clothing left on her. "Look at me! I'm a freak! I'm enormous! I ... I ... "
Amber stopped and examined her reflection in the mirror.
"I look pretty good, actually. I shouldn't have any trouble getting a guy's attention now!"