While most of the kids saw the project as a chance to
have some fun and enjoy adult stuff, Carol saw it as a chance for something
else: escape from her wicked stepfather. Well, ‘wicked’ might be putting it a
tad strong, though Ivan Pavlov was not particularly supportive. There were
several times where Carol wished that her mother hadn’t had to leave Philippines,
that she hadn’t had to go to America, that she didn’t fall in love with Ivan
and married him, that she made Carol change her own name. Maybe life in Asia would
have been hard, but perhaps if her mother hadn’t left Philippines, she wouldn’t
have been in a terrible car accident that claimed her life.
She didn’t think very highly of Ivan. She hated how he
was always drunk now, she hated how he never let her go anywhere, she hated
being called Carol Pavlov and having to learn the Russian language. If she
could just get away from her stepfather for at least a week, she might actually
feel happy for once. The fact that she’d be an adult was a bonus.
Carol waited patiently in line with the other kids,
thinking up several different possible ways for her to get away from her home
once she was all grown up. She also had a few thoughts about what she could do
as an adult for a week, but she was more focused on getting away first.
When Carol got up to the line, the handler looked
confused at the list he had. “Huh, that’s odd. Your name doesn’t seem to be on
here,” he said.
“That must be a mistake,” said Carol, “A typo I bet. You
can just give me my vial now.”
“Sorry, I need to make sure I’m giving it out to the
right people. If you take one, you’ll be depriving someone else of their
Double-Up,” said the handler as he checked the list again, “Hmm, that is odd.
Well, Ms. Forth ought to still be in the building. I think she’s in the
principal’s office if you want to ask her what the problem is.”
“Yeah, I better go do that,” said Carol before heading
for the principal’s office.
--
When Carol got to the principal’s office, she knocked
first. “Come in,” came the principal’s voice. When Carol opened the door, she
was relieved to see that Ms. Forth was still there. “Ah, Carol, how can I help
you?” asked the principal.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to Ms. Forth about
something,” said Carol.
“Yes? Do you have a question about the project?” asked
Ms. Forth.
“Sort of. The guy who was handing out the vials said my
name isn’t on the list and I think that’s a mistake,” said Carol.
“Well, we can check on that to see what’s wrong,” said
Ms. Forth, “What’s your last name?”
“It’s supposed to be Pavlov,” said Carol, disgruntled by
having to use her stepfather’s last name.
Ms. Forth made a discomforted look and said
apologetically, “I’m afraid that wasn’t a mistake.”
“What do you mean?” asked Carol.
“Your father, Mr. Pavlov, didn’t give his permission for
you to be part of the project,” said the principal apologetically.
“What? How would you know he hasn’t?” demanded Carol.
“Because Mr. Pavlov was the one parent whose child is
enrolled here who did not give his permission,” said Ms. Forth, “He said you
were far too young to even be thinking about sex ed.” Carol just stood there in
shock, all her building excitement collapsing in on itself. “I’m sorry we can’t
give you the serum, but we need to have the permission of a parent to let their
child partake.”
“He’s not my father and I’m not his child!” snapped
Carol, “And he’s not going to tell me what I can’t do anymore!” With that, she
ran out of the principal’s office before either the principal or Ms. Forth
could stop her.
Carol ran down the hall, her eyes stinging with tears.
Why must Ivan keep her locked up? Why was he always putting her down? What did
she have to do get away from him? Maybe she should just run away. She didn’t
need that Double-Up to do that, even if it would have made it a lot easier. She
wasn’t sure where she could go or how she’ll get by, but anything had to be
better than living here.
She stopped next to the janitor’s closet to sulk and
consider her next move. She hadn’t gotten very far when she heard the squeak of
cart wheels. She glanced around the frame of the doorway to see two of the
Prescott Industries chemists walking in her direction while one of them was
pushing a cart with several bottles on it. Carol froze for a second with
surprise before pushing herself back against the door to make sure she wasn’t
seen.
As the chemists got closer, Carol could hear their
conversation. “I mean, seriously. For all those whiney pencil pushers are
whining about us not going by their rules, they mess up even bigger than we do.
I mean, didn’t anyone double check before they filled up that order for all
these vials? One little misread typo and now we’re overstocked,” said one of
the chemists.
“Personally, I never got the point of these display
models,” said the other chemist, “Why make a bottle twice as big as the
required dose? I mean, I know it’s easier to see when you’re speaking from in
front of a big crowd, but aren’t display models supposed to be empty or
nonfunctional? Filling up that bottle is an even bigger waist than all these
extra bottles.”
“Honestly, I wonder if we’re being managed by dodos,”
said the first chemist.
“Yeah, hey, look, a snack machine. Want me to get you
something?” asked the second chemist.
“Oh like you can ever get a snack machine to work for
you. I’m getting myself something.”
“Fine, show me your trick.”
Carol was briefly angry about how the handler had lied
about there not being any spare bottles, but the opportunity for this was too
golden. She glanced around the corner to see the two chemists trying to get the
snack machine to work. She sneaked over quietly and looked over the bottles,
wondering which one she could take without anyone noticing a missing one right
away. But then she noticed the larger display bottle. Twice the dose means it
should last twice as long, right? That’ll give her even more time to get as far
away from here as she could. Carol grabbed the display bottle and went into the
janitor’s closet, locking the door behind her.
She looked at the bottle in her hands and one tiny little
doubt went into her head. Could she really drink all of this? Wouldn’t she
throw up or something bad happen? But that doubt was overshadowed by her desire
to get away from her life. She opened up the bottle and started drinking it.
She had to fight the urge to stop for breath or her gag reflex would kick in.
Through sheer force of will, she managed to drain down all the serum.
She could feel all the Double-Up churning in her stomach
and she felt queasy for a moment. Then it felt like someone had put a live wire
to the stuff and the shock was quickly spreading over her body. She let out a
gasp as she felt her body lurch upwards. It soon became apparent that she made
a big mistake as her clothes quickly started restricting all over her body. She
let out grunts of pain as her clothing started pressing into her expanding
flesh.
Fortunately, the constriction only lasted so long before
her clothes started being torn apart. Her shoes burst open as her feet expanded
out, her toes quickly poking through her socks as they ripped apart. Her jeans
were wrapped as tight as a vice before the seams debilitated as her hips and
butts started to inflate. Her shirt shrank over her torso, cutting off her
circulation and making it hard to breathe. The sleeves soon popped open but the
main part of the shirt clung on until her swelling breasts made it explode. Her
panties were still holding the fight as they stretched tight across her,
sinking in to give her a painful wedgie. But eventually, they snapped too.
Carol took in a few gasping breaths, but growing out of
her clothing wasn’t the end of it. She still felt the electrifying tingle all
over as her body kept growing. Despite the disorienting numbness, she noticed
she was getting pretty curvy. If only she was able to enjoy it instead of
feeling she like was being shocked. She didn’t even bother to stifle her cries
of discomfort and she didn’t even notice the voices outside the door or the
knocking. Eventually, the shocking sensation died down and she felt like she
was finished. She tried to get a good look at her adult body, but there wasn’t
much room to maneuver in the closet.
Suddenly, she heard the door’s lock turning and she tried
to cover herself as the door opened. Luckily, her hair had grown long and wild and did most of the job. Outside were both the principal and Ms.
Forth. They were both surprised, but it wasn’t too hard for them to figure out
who the naked half-Asian woman in the closet was, especially with the torn
clothing and empty bottle on the floor. “Carol, I’m very disappointed in you,”
said Ms. Forth.
--
Sometime later, Carol was sitting in the passenger seat
of one of the government SUVs, wearing a borrowed set of clothing. She had always been close to her PE teacher, and when she heard what had happened she offered to help and gave her some spare clothes. It turned out they were about the same size, and she even helped into some make-up and trimmed her hair a bit.
She knew she
was in big trouble, but it seemed to be worth it to her. There was no antidote
to the Double-Up formula other than to wait it out. The problem was that Carol
might not have as much time as an adult as she figured. She had expected the
serum would make her a 22 year old for two weeks, but by subtle indications
such as the texture of her skin and such, she had aged to a 33 year old instead.
But Carol was grateful that she looked good for someone
in her 30s. She probably looked as good as her other classmates will be, only
have a more mature appearance. Her aged appearance might only last a week like
the others, but that would still be enough time away from her stepfather.
Or so she had hoped. Ms. Forth was pretty upset about
Carol stealing a bottle of Double-Up, the double-sized display bottle no less.
She made it clear that while Carol hadn’t officially broken any laws, she would
be punished for this. But Carol wasn’t about to take this lying down. She was
determined to get away from her stepfather no matter what it took.
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Perfect! Nice touch about her becoming a bit older than the others.
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