“It’s time for lunch, now,” said Melanie as she made to gather her belongings.
“Oh good,” you respond while holding the apple. “This was making me hungry for something more substantial.” You then press the apple between your large hands until it flattened completely and without making a mess. You pull and stretch the former fruit until it became a red, cotton-like fabric in your hands. You draped the material around your upper torso and tied it behind your neck, making it into a makeshift top wrap. You had to turn your head to get a better view of the rest of your body and took note of your torn, ill-fitting pants. Placing your thumb in your mouth, you blew on the appendage, resulting in your thighs and ass growing thicker and larger. What remained of your pants tore further along the seams until only the section covering your crotch held on by a thread. You tore off the ruined pant legs, your enlarged bulge and big ass remained contained in your new short-shorts.
You turn to Melanie and say, “Ready when you are.”
At your size, passing through doorways a foot lower than you proved somewhat difficult, but not challenging. It only meant that you wound up pressing your larger body into the smaller student body. Your feigned clumsiness was taken in stride by those around you, some even taking advantage by coping a feel and a grope. Which is surprising given that your height should be imposing, but it is having an opposite effect. Once out in the hallway, you can stand upright and proceeded to follow Melanie. You pass by the restrooms and call out, saying, “I’ll be right back.”
Melanie continued toward her destination leaving you to break off and approach the two restroom doors. Despite your otherwise voluptuous form, you still identified as a male, and squeezed through the men’s room threshold. Having to stand on your knees to fit inside, you stood in front of the sinks to take in your appearance in the mirror. You note that your head is just about the only part of your body that stands out against it and decide to make some alterations.
You reached up and gently tugged on your hair until it lengthened in your grasp. You pulled until it was some inches longer than before, reaching your jawline. You shake your head as your longer locks went from being straight to wavy. You then pass both hands over the sides of your head, resulting in your hair disappearing and becoming shaved. Finally, you pass your hand once more through your hair until it changed from dark brown to a natural-looking shade of blue. Satisfied with this, you continue to move your hands over your face until any sign of stubble is removed. You continue to knead and mold your face until it resembled something more feminine. Passing your hand along your neck, you can feel tingles in your throat. You let out a sigh which now sounded more female. You finish off by passing your hands over other parts of your exposed body, removing any sign of masculine bodily hair you found.
As you admire your new look in the mirror, the sound of a flushing toilet caught your attention. You turn to see a young man exiting a stall, partway zipping his pants before stopping to look up at you. He stood around five-foot-six, with short blonde hair and a thin build. He took in your form before returning to his routine of fixing his pants and washing his hands in the sink. You are amused by difference in height compared to him and decided to place your large hand on top of his head and closed your eyes.
Without bothering to react, the young man slowly sunk in place where he stood, still washing his hands. Your felt yourself inch upward as you transferred your target’s size into yourself. Opening your eyes, you saw yourself in the mirror as you grew. Even while on your knees, your head was slowly approaching the ceiling of the restroom. While your clothes did not immediately tear off your body, they did grow taut and snug on your form as you enlarged. The young man, however, appeared to be wearing clothes far too big for his size as he dwindled, similarly to the athlete from before. He could no longer reach the sink to finish washing his hands. At this point you ended the transference and decided to get him a lift in your now massive hands. You loomed over him; your head forced to tilt by the limitations of the ceiling. You estimate you are now eleven-foot-three, while he is three-foot-six. “Thanks,” he said to you in a genuine tone of gratefulness. “There really ought to be sinks for shorter fellas, like me.”
“No problem,” was your only reply. “What’s your name?”
“Steven.”
“Well, Steven, I’ll be taking you with me. I was heading to the lounge for some lunch with friends.”
“I guess I have no other choice, now,” he said with a shrug.
You look around to find that you are now much too large to comfortably walk through the doorway, let alone with little Steven in your hands. You look down toward your cleavage and then say, “You’ll need to sit tight so I can get out of here.” You slip Steven in between your giant breasts and proceed to crawl on all fours through the restroom door. Your tits slid against the floor, sending chills throughout your body. The only minor complication of exiting the restroom came in the form of your wider hips and the door frame, but you managed to squeeze through with little effort.
Once out in the hallway, you find yourself amid a sea of now shorter students, all needing to move around your large form. The width of the hall was no more than twelve feet wide, but the eight-foot-high ceilings forced you to bend over more than before. You placed your hands against the ceiling and began to push upward. The ceiling of the building rose higher until you are finally able to stand upright. “That’s much better,” you say aloud. You look down at Steven in your cleavage. “Shall we?”
After a nod of acknowledgement, you start to make your way down the hall toward the lounge to meet with Melanie and Betty.