Being only 4ft 6in, Mary spent much of her life being excluded, picked on, or ignored. It didn’t matter how smart she was, or how pretty. All people saw was a child. Not anymore. She unscrewed the vial and slurped it down in one, big gulp. It tasted very good. Sweet and viscous like syrup, but with a very smooth texture. She wouldn’t have minded if the vial was larger, so she could have drank more of it. But that thought was interrupted by her entire body tingling.
It started in her core and quickly moved to her limbs. Honestly it felt very pleasant. Almost like a full body massage. That is, until pressure began to build around her waist and torso. Mary quickly realized her clothes were becoming too small for her. With haste, she stripped down and tossed her clothes aside, ready to continue growing. However, that was went the tingling stopped.
She definitely felt taller, but Mary couldn’t tell by how much. Going through her dad’s old tools, she found a measuring tape. A quick measuring informed her that she was now 5ft 6in. A full foot taller.
“That incredible,” Mary said aloud. She was now an average height for a woman her age. An average height. Average. That word kept repeating in her head. Was she comfortable with average? Was average her ideal. She could be more. But did she really need to be. She contemplated this as she fingered the empty vial that had made her grow.
“One more couldn’t hurt,” she rationalized. She recapped the vial and returned it to the case. The glass container was sucked up and out popped a new one. Mary pulled it out and observed the liquid in the light. If one made her grow a full 12 inches in height, then another would logically do the same, but 6ft 6in was very tall. Mary wasn’t sure she wanted that much height. She could always drink less of the vial, maybe only half and grow to be 6 feet even. With a sigh, conviction began to flow through her veins. No Mary would not settle. She would drink the full potion and tower over those who once looked down on her.
With zeal, Mary opened the vial and drank deep. It tasted even better this time, thicker and sweeter, closer to a thin ice cream that was comfortable to swallow. The tingling returned only this time more intense. It wasn’t just pleasant. This time, it felt good. Mary could feel her folds begin to moisten as her body elongated. Dropping to her knees, she could feel her toes slide across the floor as her legs increased in length. Touching her torso, her finger tips glided across the warm flesh as it stretched.
Just before Mary’s urge to plunge her fingers into her snatch became to much to resist, it all stopped. A little disappointed, Mary began to stand up, but quickly lost balance. “I guess my center of gravity is different. That’s gonna take some getting used to,” she concluded. But, as she got to her feet, something wasn’t right. The ceiling was too close and her eye line didn’t match what she had anticipated. Grabbing the measuring tape again, Mary checked her height to find she hadn’t grow a foot. She’d grown two. 24 inches in height. She was now 7ft 6in.
“That’s not right,” she said to herself. Did the vials have a compounding effect. Did each one build upon the previous. What would happen if she drank another height +? Would she grow 3ft or 4ft? If she drank a completely different vial, would the effects also be amplified? So many questions. But the first one was, did Mary want to be over 7 feet tall. 6’6” was already pushing it in her mind, but 7’6” was insane. She was easily the tallest woman who ever lived.
With ease, Mary reached her hand up and touched the ceiling. “Never been able to do that before,” she mussed. On the floor was her old pair of shoes. They looked like children’s shoes compared to her feet. None of her clothes would fit her. “I’m just so big now,” she stated. “I’m just, so, big.”