"Have fun being short." You whispered as you wrote down Brooke's name and height with numbers 4 dot 2.
Immediatly she begun to a shrink down in size. You silently chuckled as you witnessed her long legs and head being pulled by the chair. It looked straight from a cartoon. You had a good sideview angle of her transformation. Then little by little you noticed something. You took quick glance at the notebook and then back at the Brooke.
She indeed was getting smaller, but the mass around her body begun to redistribute itself in to her thighs and breasts. Her regular petite breasts begun to expand in size. All the mass and weight she had in her body was going somewhere and blowing her size more curvier than what she was.
In the end her breasts formed into massive pillows each and her ass looked like it could fill two seats at a movie theather. The blouse what she wore looked more like a crop top which showed her chubby belly. Then after noticing the big pile of scraped jeans on the floor. You saw that her jeans had exploded into a short shorts. Nobody in the classroom paid no attention on the fizzling scraps that disappeared on the floor and everybody acted like the class had continued normally.
You begun to sweat bullets as you realised that the plan backfired. She became even more beautiful than was she was moment ago. Everybody in the class was taking couple of quick glances at her and then as quickly looked elsewhere. You took your phone out and noticed that what ever popularity she now had was tripled. She had a popular vblog called Broklin's thoughts and she was doing chairty work for people with similar problems as she had.
Even out of people you had subscribed to her blog and noticed that you had sent her couple of messages without no response.
As you put your phone back into your pocket. You took a deep breath. Thought that this was just a learning experience and decided to ...