Jim decided that he was going to keep playing around with the poor bewildered young redhead he had altered with the first try.
Discreetly, he tagged behind her near the underwear racks, keeping his distance and standing in the corner at the men’s side to avoid being noticed. Luckily, nobody noticed the kid with the deflated balloon in his hand. Jim noticed a circular rack of shirts nearby and quickly darted in between the clothes, hiding himself. He had a perfect view of the redhead crouched down as he was.
“All right!” Jim whispered, holding the balloon up to his lips excitedly. “Control that girl’s age.” He raised the lip of the balloon to his mouth and – slowly this time – let a breath of air into the balloon.
The redhead, oblivious for a second time, gradually aged forward. Her little breasts increased in size to fair c cups, enhanced already with Jim’s last change, her waist slimmed as her torso stretched up by a couple inches, her thighs grew a little wider, and her hair lengthened. On top of that, her limbs lengthened slightly and her clothes got tight as all of her grew and stretched.
Jim stared in wonderment, estimating the young girl to be 14 or 15. She had definitely noticed how uncomfortable her shorts and tank top had become and stared down at herself suddenly, alarmed.
Jim blew another slow breath into the balloon and watched. The girl’s red hair flowed down her shoulders and fell over her chest and back in amazingly thick and gorgeous red curls. Her height increased by several inches this time, raising her size up more than a foot as her body rapidly spurted through puberty. Her legs got long and curvy, meeting full shapely thighs and tight heart shaped bum well on their way to womanhood. Her arms grew slender and her hands dropped to her hips, while her torso grew shapely as well, a thin waistline developing below a tight upper body. Not to be outdone, her ample c cups swelled tremendously in the process, reaching a little past a d cup and approaching e.
The girl stifled a cry of distress and her jaw dropped. Her clothes were painfully tight on her and starting to tear, the waist of her jean shorts giving first with an audible rip. Her white tank top was strained, and below it, her bra simply gave out, the elastic strap around her back snapping free of the clasp. Her feet, with slim dainty toes, burst out of her young girl sized shoes. She blinked, gasped, and began to sweat. This was impossible! She was older! She was GETTING older! People didn’t just grow up like this!
But deep down, the redhead wasn’t displeased. Her shapely curves, her big lovely tits on a matured body. It was too much. Or was it her sudden rush of hormones that was making her cheeks flushed and her vaginal lips wet? She ran her hands over the feminine swell of her chest, groping the big boobs, feeling nipples erect in response, fascinated by the sensation. She rubbed her tight midriff, followed her waistline, and ran hands over her thighs. Her hand dared to venture between them, and cupped her crotch, feeling how warm and wet it was getting. She almost moaned.
Jim couldn’t believe the display he was getting from his hiding place, and considered stopping.