“So, like, you’re Dustin’s brother, right?” Denise finally piped up, as the waiter came around. She was stretching ever so slowly. Her height had increased by an inch at most, but it was so slow as to be unnoticeable.
Ty fought the urge to squeal with excitement as he saw little Sam had compacted further. The sleeves of her shirt now covered over some of her hand, it was looking baggy on her. Oh my God, how far would he let her dwindle?
“Uh, step brother.” Ty gulped.
The girls all ordered pop and Ty followed. Monique’s chest was rounder. Just a little rounder. Her big breasts had filled out slightly. It was her looks that were getting Ty. Her dark skin was smoother. Lines and imperfections were fading. A little bit of post-teenage blemish was nearly gone. Her nose was somehow cuter, the lines of her face more mature and angular. Her brow had shrunk a little, her pouty lips were more heart shaped. Her long dark hair was curlier and shimmering with volume. He saw the waiter checking her out.
“How do you know Dustin?” Ty asked.
“Oh, everybody knows that knobhead.” Sam laughed.
“And his dad.” Monique offered. “Word is there ain’t a woman he hasn’t harassed in this city.”
The drinks arrived and Ty shook his head. “Yeah, they’re... pretty bad.”
“That’s okay. You’re not.” Sam smiled.
“Nah, you’re cool.” Denise smiled, her nose growing a little wider and flattening against her face oh so slightly. She wiggled her nostrils at the funny tingling, face scrunching up. The tops of her ears were starting to come to a point.
Surrounded by slow transformation and increasingly casual company, they ordered food next. A couple sandwiches. For whatever reason, Denise was really craving a nice salad.
“Oohh! Can you add some Acacia leaves?” She said excitedly. The waiter only stared at her blankly.
As they waited for their food, the girls began interrogating Ty. How old was he? Did he know his real parents? Did he hear about how Dustin had dumped Krissi for that hoe-bag Megan? All the while, the three girls continued their slow burning changes.
Sam was starting to look positively girlish in her oversized sweater, but somehow she was bustier and more sultry looking. Monique was starting to get taller and shapelier along with her expanding bust. Her facial features and the lines of her body were getting more refined and feminine by the second.
Poor oblivious Denise didn’t noticed the little furry length starting to grow above her ass. She was too busy chatting and laughing as she continued to giraffe out in tiny barely noticeable spurts, although the two or three inches added to her body and limbs were starting to show as her clothing failed to adjust to her marginally increased height. Her face was uncanny now, still very human but strange and angular as her nose continued to merge and her skull began to press forward.
Ty wondered what would happen when somebody finally noticed.