Premature Vengence by A.P. Jones

Another great piece of artwork by A.P. Jones. I really like this concept. I'd love for him to write an excerpt of the transformation part of this novel.

Premature Vengence

by A.P. Jones.

Sweet Tooth by BLZBub

BLZBub gave us a story!

Sweet Tooth

by BLZBub.

Ame was a very cute little girl. Everyone who knew here said she was as sweet as sugar. Her parents were very proud to have such a cheerful daughter. Her only really flaw is that she had an irresistible sweet tooth. She was very rarely seen without something sweet in her hands. And if she wasn’t eating something, she’d be asking for someone to get her something sugary and yummy. But at least her childhood metabolism allowed her to not get too fat with all the sugar she ate. And it made it easy for babysitters to bribe her into calming down.

Milo was a very frequent babysitter for Ame. She was such a delightful girl, always happy and easy to please. He watched over her as often as he could not just because her parents paid good money, but Ame was fun to be around. In turn, Ame liked Milo out of all his babysitters because he did more than gave her sweets. He took her to fun places like the zoo, the aquarium, the movies, and the fair.

It was this year’s trip to the fair when everything changed. Milo had noticed that there were a lot more booths than usual this year. Ame wanted to see all the booths so Milo gave her some money and allowed her to wander off. He wasn’t too worried because Ame was smarter than she looked and she knew to meet him at the right time. Milo just hoped she didn’t buy so many sweets that she ended up with a stomachache.

It was very much to Milo’s surprise when Ame came back with just a lollipop. Of course, it was a big old-timey lollipop, but Milo would have expected her to get more than just that. “How much did that lollipop cost?” asked Milo, thinking Ame just went for the most expensive candy.

“Not that much, I got your change,” said Ame, handing Milo back his money. To his greater surprise, he was missing only $3.

“Why only get that lollipop?” asked Milo.

“It was the only thing I wanted,” said Ame, “Plus the lady says its magic would work better if I didn’t have much else in my tummy.”

Milo just shook his head in amusement. Obviously, the woman who sold her that lollipop was trying to make sure that Ame didn’t pig out and make herself sick. “So, you gonna eat that now?” he asked.

“I’ll wait until we’re home,” said Ame. This surprised Milo quite a bit. Normally, Ame couldn’t wait to start eating any treat she had. Well, it’s probably a good thing for her to use self-control.

Once they got back home, Milo started working on making a healthy lunch for the two of them. Ame was a growing girl and she needed to eat better than all that sugary stuff. He just hoped that she would be willing to put up with it, but her self-control at the fair seemed promising.

When lunch was ready, he walked up to her room and knocked on the door. “Ame, you ready for lunch?” Ame didn’t reply so he knocked a little louder. Eventually, he heard a voice in there, making light moaning and giggling. But that didn’t sound like Ame’s voice at all. With that, Milo opened the door.

Instead of finding a cute little girl, a beautiful young woman on Ame’s bed. And yet Milo didn’t freak out and assumed she had kidnapped Ame. Despite how illogical it seemed, it appeared the woman was Ame. Perhaps it was the fact that she was licking the lollipop that Ame had got at the fair. Maybe it was because she was wearing Ame’s clothes though they were obviously too small to cover her hot body. But it was most likely because her face still looked like Ame’s, albeit more mature.

“Ame?” asked Milo in surprise.

The woman smiled at Milo and asked, “Do I look pretty now, Milo?” Her voice was different, but it still had Ame’s childish tone.

“Ame, how did this happen?” asked Milo.

Ame took one more lick of the lollipop before saying, “I told you this thing was magic.”

Milo was still trying to grasp that this was really happening. But deciding to just go with it for now, he asked, “What kind of magic is that lollipop?”

“The lady who sold me it said it would give me what I wanted most,” said Ame before taking another lick.

“And what does becoming an adult have to do with that?” asked Milo.

Ame thought it over before shrugging and saying, “I dunno.”

Milo sighed. It was clear that while Ame had the body of an adult, she still had the mind of a child. “I’ll go get your lunch. Just stay here until we figure what to do.”

“Whatever you say,” said Ame before taking another lick.

Milo went back downstairs to grab Ame’s plate. He paused a moment before adding more to her lunch. A grown woman would need to eat more than a little girl after all. Once he was done, he brought the plate back up to Ame’s room.

Ame’s room had changed a lot during that brief time that Milo was downstairs. Instead of looking like it belong to a little girl, it looked like it belonged to a teenager. Instead of posters of kittens and puppies, there were posters of boybands. Her cute little wardrobe was replaced with a larger one that had a wider amount of clothes. There was also a desk that was cluttered with magazines, makeup, books, and other things.

Instead of being on the bed, Ame was on the floor. Her ill-fitting clothes had been replaced with a bathrobe, although it was short enough to show all of her curvy legs. Instead of licking her lollipop, Ame was swiping on a cellphone.

“Ame, what happened to your room?” asked Milo.

Ame gave him a smile and said, “I like what happened to it. All that stuff that was here was too kiddy.” Her voice hadn’t changed, but her tone sounded more mature.

“Where’s that lollipop?” asked Milo. He hoped he’d able to see where that lollipop was made so he could figure out a way to fix this mess.

“I ate it. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I just hope all that sugar doesn’t ruin my teeth. I would not look forward to fillings,” said Ame. It was pretty clear that Ame’s mind was starting to catch up with her body. She wasn’t fully mature, her mentality being that of a teenager.

“So why are you on the floor?” asked Milo, glancing over at the bed which was bigger than it was before.

“I just wanted to do some Pilates,” said Ame, stretching out her long bare legs.

Milo’s face quickly turned red and he closed the door. He tried to clear his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about Ame that way. She was still a little girl even if she had the mind of a teenager and the body of a woman. What would her parents think if they knew Milo was staring at their daughter like that? What would they think when they see their little is a lot older than when they last saw her? Milo had to keep his head straight. He needed to find out who sold Ame that lollipop and then how to reverse. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door again.

Ame’s room had changed once again. All the teenage clutter was gone, the boyband posters replaced with framed photos, the desk had the books stacked neatly and a laptop on it. Ame was back on her bed, wearing less than before. Instead of a bathrobe, she was lying their in her bra and panties, revealing most of her curvy body. Milo could see that her belly button was pierced, which he was pretty certain wasn’t before.

“Hi, Milo,” said Ame in a coy tone, “Do you like what you see?”

“Ame…” sputtered Milo. It took all of his effort to not let his eyes go down her mature body. “Why did you take your clothes off?” he eventually manage to say.

“It was getting kinda warm,” said Ame, “Besides, I wanted to take a good look at my body. I grew up nicely, didn’t I?”

Mile didn’t think his face could get any more flushed that it was now. “Uh, I need to go…take care of something,” he stammered.

“Milo, wait,” called Ame. Milo paused and looked Ame in the eyes. This time, she didn’t look like she was teasing. It looked like she was trying to be sincere. “Milo, there’s something that you should know, something that I’ve just figured out,” said Ame.

Ame’s tone did sound like she was trying to be honest. Apparently, her mind had matured enough to match her body. “So what is it?” asked Milo.

“The woman who gave my that lollipop told me it would give me what I wanted most,” said Ame, “When I bought it, I thought it would mean that I would get an extra big cake or maybe a unicorn. I didn’t know why I turned into an adult at first, but now it’s starting to make sense.” She gave Milo a hopeful look and said, “The thing I want most is you.”

“Me?” asked Milo.

“Yes, you’re the closest person to me besides my parents. You do so more for me than any other babysitters. I suppose on a subconscious level, what I wanted most was to be your best friend,” said Ame.

“But you already were my best friend,” said Milo softly.

Ame gave a small chuckle and said, “Could you really be that close to a little girl? There was a big age gap between us and the magic closed it up. I was just giddy being big at first but as I became more mature, I realized that I wanted more than to be your friend. Milo, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Milo was shocked, but he couldn’t deny he felt a warming feeling in his heart. Ame was so beautiful now and she seemed so earnest and sincere. But still, his brain tried to remind him what was right. “It wouldn’t be right,” he said, “You’re still a young girl.”

“No, I’m not,” said Ame, “Look at me, Milo. I am a woman in body and mind. And I want to be with you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted before. Please tell me I didn’t grow up for nothing.”

Milo hesitated for a moment, but here was a beautiful young woman who was willing to give her heart to him. He had been turned down in the past so maybe it was making him more open to persuasion. And he had to admit he was very close to Ame and her adult self seemed like the woman of his dreams. “I think we can give this a try,” he said as he approached the bed.

Ame smiled before sitting up and kissing him. She was a pretty good kisser, Milo had to admit. But this was as forward as he was going to go, until he knew for certain if this magic was permanent.

Finding the woman at the fair who sold Ame the lollipop was harder than Milo had expected. He thought he would have to return the next day when Ame’s parents returned. To Milo’s great surprise, they didn’t find anything wrong about their young daughter growing up while they were away. In fact, they didn’t even see her as a daughter, but as a younger cousin.

Bizarrely, Ame was able to collaborate their story. It seemed a whole new life of memories were at her disposal. Now she was a college girl who was rooming with her cousins so she wouldn’t have to pay the steep boarding process at her campus. Ame turned out to be a lot smarter and knowledgeable than Milo would have expected.

It took little persuasion on Ame’s part for Milo to give up his search for the lollipop seller. After all, Milo had a smoking hot girlfriend who was legally an adult and had a great personality. It also turned out that Ame retained her high metabolism and could nearly all that she wanted without loosing her tight curves.

Milo and Ame went out on a lot of dates from then on. The movies, the beach, the boardwalk, every place was a fun time for them. But every time they went out, Ame insisted they got ice cream. She still had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Summer's Blossom by A.P. Jones.

Another contribution by our reader A.P. Jones.

Summer's Blossom

by A.P. Jones.

Buxomize by A.P. Jones

Our reader A.P. Jones sent us a couple of interesting artworks in the vein of the Vintage Comics. There's more to come.

Thank you very much!

Buxomize

by A.P. Jones.

Halloween Party (Part 15)

BLZBub made us a new part for the fan favorite Halloween Party series. It's quite probable that this will function as the series finale, and it's indeed what I intended to do if I ever wanted to close the series.

Halloween Party (Part 15)

by BLZBub

Previous stories: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer (Part 4)

BLZBub's final part.

This means... Premature Maturation on Monday!

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer
(Part 4)

by BLZBub

The morning of the reenactment was a little colder than Sahkyo was expecting. Fortunately, there was a fur cloak she could put on that didn’t clash with the western motif. Sahkyo was a bit skeptical about the reenactment thing. To her, it sounded more like a grown-up game of ‘Cowboys and Indians’. However, this reenactment promised to be a lot more historically-accurate than the games little kids would play in their backyards. She hadn’t overlooked the irony that she herself used to be a kid not too long ago. While she had the knowledge and instincts of a grown woman, she hoped she’d be able to use her child’s insight to enjoy this more.

Though there was one thing that Sahkyo immediately liked about this reenactment. Many Mustangs had been brought in to be a part of this. Even before she had been aged up, Sahkyo admired Mustangs. They were such beautiful horses. Granted, they didn’t seem as interesting as her various electronics, but now she could feel a deeper connection with them. The horses seemed to like her as well. Maybe this was a side effect of her being practically a walking tech-bane. But Sahkyo was glad she was able to ride these horses.

However, her role in the reenactment was not going to be an easy one. She was one of several women who had been captured by trappers. While she knew no one meant any true harm, Sahkyo could easily imagine how frightened the Navajo women would have been in this situation. It didn’t help that the prospective buyers were hooting and catcalling in a manner that would make a woman very uncomfortable.

Fortunately for Sahkyo, the man who did ‘purchase’ her was far more empathic than the others. Though Sahkyo knew this was a play, she found it pretty easy to slip into the role of a woman becoming fond of this man. It  helped that he looked pretty cute and he had a sweet nature. Though Sahkyo had to remind herself that she couldn’t get too attached. She would only be a woman until the end of the month. She couldn’t get into a relationship if she was going to revert back into a little girl. Still, Sahkyo had a lot of fun with this reenactment. It turned out the Navajo didn’t live such boring lives after all.

Almost too soon, the last day of her vacation was upon her. Sahkyo had gotten rather attached to her adult form and was sad to see it go. But still, she’d glad to be able to have fun as a kid again. It’ll also be easier to talk with her family. Throughout this vacation, she was completely unsure about where she was on the family tree. Talking to her parents as an equal was enjoyable, but she missed the comfort of them being her actual parents. And of course, she had a strong urge to get in touch with electronics again, though not as strong as it was at the start of the vacation.

When the Roots Fairy appeared, Sahkyo was nervous but ready. “So, did you have fun on your vacation?” asked the Fairy.

“Well, I wasn’t sure I would, but yeah, I actually did,” said Sahkyo, “I kinda wish it could last longer.”

“Sadly, all vacations must come to an end,” said the Roots Fairy, “But you’ll have that body again in time.”

“Only I won’t be this good-looking the real time around,” said Sahkyo, putting her hands on her hip.

“Well, I have a bit of a confession to make,” said the Roots Fairy, “I barely had to change you beyond your age. You already had such thick Navajo blood in you.”

“So I really will get this body when I grow up?” asked Sahkyo.

“If you keep yourself healthy, you should,” said the fairy, “But now it’s time to give up.”

Sahkyo felt a tingle go through her body as she started to shrink. She could feel her limbs getting shorter and her face becoming rounder. She was particularly sad to feel her breasts and butt deflate into nothing. Fortunately, her clothing adjusted with her shrinking. Before long, she was back to being Shauna again. “It was fun while it lasted,” she said, not used to hearing her old voice again.

“Your memories will last. And don’t worry about everyone else. They’ll remember something completely different,” said the fairy.

“Will I see you again?” asked Shauna.

“Probably not. I appear to children who need to get in touch with their roots and I think you are quite comfortable with your own,” said the fairy.

Shauna thought it over. The Navajo way wasn’t quite modern, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. “Yeah, I guess so,” said Shauna.

“Farewell Shauna,” said the Roots Fairy before disappearing, off to help more kids around the world.

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Part 3

Related stories:

The Roots Fairy I

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer (Part 3)

The next part by BLZBub. I'll post a long one of mine some time tomorrow, so stay alert.

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer
(Part 3)

by BLZBub

The night before she was going up to the Indian Reservation, Sahkyo couldn’t sleep. She had put off going to the reservation for a while so she could enjoy her temporary adulthood, but now she’d be going there. She knew she ought to be excited about it, but she couldn’t help but feel some dread. It still seemed very likely to her that the reservation was going to be so boring. She couldn’t imagine there’d be a lot to do up there. But she was out of excuses now and she had to go now. She hoped the Roots Fairy would keep her promise that it wouldn’t be dull.

The next day, Sahkyo got dressed up in more casual clothes. She didn’t know what to expect out at the reservation, except that it was probably going to be hot. She hoped the place wouldn’t be completely tech-free. There were still a few electronics she could operate without a problem, like fans. And she would desperately need a fan if it was going to be hot as she thought it was going to be.

And yet, when Sahkyo got there, it was not nearly as uncomfortable as she was dreading. The abode houses were build to keep the interiors cool despite the desert heat. Besides, just because they lived the Native American way didn’t mean they were savages: they had plenty of fans and Wi-Fi here. Not that Sahkyo could enjoy the Wi-Fi very much since she didn’t have a phone.

It also turned out that Sahkyo’s family wasn’t the only ones revisiting their roots this month. There were plenty of other families here and there other women that were in Sahkyo’s apparent age group. One of them was particularly friendly with her. “Hi there, you must be new around here,” said one young woman, “My name’s Cherish. You’re gonna have a lot of fun here.”

“Well, I hope so,” said Sahkyo, “There doesn’t seem a lot exciting here.”

“You know, I thought that too the first time I came here,” said Cherish, “But there’s a lot to enjoy about the Navajo way. For instance, I learned how to make my own dress.”

“Really?” asked Sahkyo.

“Yes, I’ll show it to you,” said Cherish, “Just give me a few minutes.”

“What do you think?” asked Cherish. Sahkyo had to admit Cherish’s dress was better-looking than she had expected. She wasn’t sure how close it was to true Navajo style. She was pretty sure that the Navajo wouldn’t wear so much grey or something so reflective. But the lapis stones did compliment the dress very well. Sahkyo felt it was a bit close to what Cherish had been wearing before and that was probably not a coincidence.

“Did you make this by yourself?” asked Sahkyo.

“Well, I had some help from my grandma,” said Cherish, “And Radmilla was a big help as well.”

“Who’s Radmilla?” asked Sahkyo.

“Oh, you haven’t met her yet? You simply have to,” said Cherish before taking Sahkyo’s hand and leading her through the village.

Cherish led Sahkyo to a house separate from the rest of the reservation, one that was a lot more modern. It was meant to be a community center for those who couldn’t bring their own computers to the reservation. In the computer room, they found two young women who were chatting happily. It was pretty obvious that they were sisters. It was also obvious that they had something other than Navajo ancestry. Sahkyo wasn’t the best judge on these things, but she was fairly certain they had some African-American in their bloodline. But that wasn’t that out of the ordinary. There were as many people of mixed blood here as there were pure Amerindians.

“Sahkyo, these are Radmilla and Jamie,” said Cherish, “Girls, this is Sahkyo. This is her first time here, believe it or not.”

“Good to see new blood here,” said Radmilla, shaking Sahkyo’s hand.

“This wasn’t what I expected the reservation to be,” said Sahkyo.

“You were expecting it to be dusty and low-tech?” asked Jamie, “So did we. But we still have modern stuff. It doesn’t get in the way of following the old rules. No rules against technology in the Navajo.”

“So…I hear you guys helped Cherish make her dress,” said Sahkyo.

“Yeah, that was a bit of work,” said Radmilla, “But it was fun as well. I put just as much effort in my dress. You want to see a picture?”

“Sure,” said Sahkyo. Radmilla pulled out a photo and showed it to her.

“Wow, you did a great job with this,” said Sahkyo.

“A lot of work went into it,” said Radmilla, “I suppose I could make you one, though it will take a while.”

Sahkyo was tempted to say ‘yes’, but she’d probably be back to being a kid long before the dress would be done. “No thanks,” she said, “But I have to say, the Navajo way is a lot more impressive than I thought it would be.”

“Oh, this is nothing,” said Radmilla, “Tomorrow, we’re going to be doing some reenactments.”

“Reenactments?” asked Sahkyo.

“Yeah, we’re going to dress up like actual Navajo and act like we’re really living in the Old West,” said Cherish, “There’s also going to be some cowboys coming over. You should totally join us.”

“I’m not sure,” said Sahkyo, “I don’t have anything to wear and I don’t know how to act.”

“Oh, we can get you the stuff to wear,” said Jamie, “And acting will be no problem. It’ll be fun.”

Sahkyo was doubtful for a moment, but hanging out at the reservation was more fun than she had imagined. Maybe this reenactment thing wouldn’t be so bad either. “Ok, I’ll give it a try.”

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Related stories:

The Roots Fairy I

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer (Part 2)

Premature Maturation is ready and I'll probably upload it as soon as The Roots Fairy is finished.

I decided to try and post some new content every days of this week, so come and check daily for a few one-shots from myself.

Today, though, we have this entry by BLZBub.

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer
(Part 2)

by BLZBub

Sahkyo was soon finding out that were quite a few advantages to being an adult. The other adults treated her with a lot more respect and took what she said seriously. She was able to drink alcohol now, tough it proved to be a little too much for her to take. Of course, since the alcohol available was mainly made of fermented cactus juice, it wasn’t something that an inexperienced person could handle very well. She was also able to keep up with adult conversations very well and was even able to add her own opinions and thoughts, which she probably wouldn’t even had if it weren’t for the magic that changed her. She considered smoking for a while, but that seemed like a bad habit to get started on.

However, there were a few drawbacks to her new status. Namely of how she was all but cut off from technology. There wasn’t really much in the way of tech out here, but her knowledge of it was the one thing that wasn’t expanded with the rest of her mind. She barely knew how to operate several devices, not that devices would be willing to work for her in the first place. Appliances had a way of shutting down when she touched them. Once she tried to take her cousin’s moped out for a ride but she couldn’t get the darn thing started no matter what she did. Sahkyo thus had a reputation as a walking tech-bane in her family, but at least she could ride in cars without causing problems so long as she wasn’t in the driver’s seat.

Sahkyo often went into town whenever the opportunity presented itself. There wasn’t much to do in this small town, but it seemed a little more exciting than the farm. There wasn’t much to buy at the general store, but it was still kinda fun shopping there. One place that Sahkyo often went to was the swimming pool. Given the dry and arid atmosphere of New Mexico, it was a pretty popular site to go to. Sahkyo was able to appreciate the coolness of the water against her hot body. And she really liked wearing the swimsuits that showed off her hot body.

There were a few restaurants in town, though namely a diner and a few small places for travelers to stop at. But there was one nicer restaurant that served authentic Mexican and Navajo cuisine. Most often, they ordered in from the place, but this time they were actually eating at the place. Sahkyo took the occasion to dress up a little. It was practically the only place around where she had the opportunity to put on something fancier.

“You know, Sahkyo,” said her mother, now her cousin, “You ought to be heading up to the reservation.”

Sahkyo wiped her mouth and asked, “Why’s that?”

“Well, you’ve been spending a lot of time around the farm and going into town,” said her ‘cousin’, “The whole point of this family get-together was to spend more time with the family.”

“But I have,” said Sahkyo.

“There’s still plenty of family at the reservation you haven’t visited,” said her former father, “How about tomorrow we head up there and get reacquainted?”

Sahkyo had been putting off going to the reservation because she wanted to have more fun as an adult first. But admittedly, there wasn’t much to do around here. There weren’t even any cute guys for her to flirt with. Sahkyo sighed and said, “Ok, let’s go there tomorrow.”

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Related stories:

The Roots Fairy I

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer (Part 1)

Our dear collaborator BLZBub brings us a sequel to my old story The Roots Fairy. Enjoy!

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer
(Part 1)

by BLZBub

Shauna wasn’t particularly thrilled about what was left of her summer. She only had a month left until she had to head back to school. Sure, she was going back a lot later than most students, but her last month was hardly going to be full of thrills.

Her parents had been planning this trip all summer so there was no way out of it. And instead of going someplace exciting like a resort or something, they were heading to a dusty old farm in New Mexico. There was practically nothing around for miles and even less to do. What little reception the place had was only good for phone calls and it wasn’t that reliable. The biggest store the nearby town had was just a big general store and the only fun place was the public swimming pool.

Shauna just knew she was going to be bored out of her mind before she made it to the weekend. She just couldn’t see the point of coming out here at all. Apparently it was some junk about getting in touch with her heritage, but Shana couldn’t see the point of it. The Native American way was all but gone and there were barely any descendants left to care about it. Sure, the Navajo may be the largest tribe left, but Shana knew it was only a matter of time before that gets buried in progress too.

To makes matters even more unbearable, Shauna’s parents didn’t even let her take any of her electronics with her. The only thing she had to play with was an old Indian doll her aunt gave her. That was really just insulting to Shauna. She was too old to be playing with dolls, especially old cloth dolls that didn’t even have faces.

Still, Shauna carried the doll around, if only so she had ‘someone’ to tell her complaints to. If nothing else, the doll made a better listener than her parents did. So she aired her grievances to the patient little doll until she found that she was repeating previous complaints. With a sigh, Shauna sat down and said to the doll, “I wish I knew why Mom and Dad care so much about this.”

“I was wondering if you’ll ever say something like that.” Shauna jumped and looked around for the source of the voice. But then she looked at the doll and saw that it had grown a pair of butterfly wings.

“Huh, I never noticed those before,” said Shauna as she put a finger near one.

“Please don’t touch,” said the voice, “They can be rather delicate.” Shauna yelped and pulled her hand back. It was definitely the doll that talked that time, even though it didn’t have a mouth to speak with.

“Ok, apparently I really am going out of my mind,” said Shauna, “Dolls can’t talk.”

“That would only be true if I were an ordinary doll,” said the doll, “Fortunately for your sanity, I am not an ordinary doll.”

Then the doll floated up in the air and started to change. The red cloth dress shifted into a brown buckskin one that left its shoulders and arms bare. The featureless hands, feet, and face became a lot more detailed, gaining fingers, toes, eyes, ears, a mouth and nose. The yarn hair became a lot more silky and real. When the doll alighted next to Shauna, it had changed from a simple doll to a Native American-looking fairy.

“Ah, that is much better,” said the fairy, a relieved look on her face.

“What kind of doll are you?” asked Shauna.

“I am not truly a doll,” said the fairy, “I am the Roots Fairy. I help little girls like you get in touch with their ethnic roots. And it sounds like to me that you really need to do so.”

Shauna groaned and said, “Really? I get enough of that stuff from Mom and Dad.”

“Keeping in touch of where you come from is very important,” said the Fairy, “If you have shallow roots, you are like the tumbleweed; easily blown away by the wind, always roaming and wondering where you’re going.”

Shauna rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, “Wow, I bet that’s been passed down hundreds of generations. So I guess you’re going to take me back in time so I can see how the Navajo really lived.”

“No, my magic is not strong enough to do that,” said the Roots Fairy, “But, I can make you of purer blood so you can truly appreciate the Navajo way.”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun,” said Shauna dryly, “You know what, I think I’m gonna say no thanks.”

The Fairy pursed her lips. It had been quite some time since she had dealt with a child as difficult as this one. “Perhaps this will interest you,” said the Fairy, “The magic that will make you a full-blooded Navajo will also turn you into a grown woman so you’ll be able to fully experience the culture.”

That did make Shauna pause. She had been wondering what it would be like to be older and do more stuff on her own. “Would it be permanent?” she asked, not certain if she wanted to throw away her childhood.

“My magic will last until the end of the summer when it’s time for you to go home,” said the Fairy, “Your parents will not realize that anything has changed. They will see you as a distant cousin. However, there are some boundaries. You will not be able to go anywhere else besides this farm, the town, the reservation, and the area between them. Technology will become unreliable in your hands. You are receiving this gift so you can learn to appreciate your people’s ways, not so you can get away from your family.”

Shauna thought this over. There seemed to be a lot of strings attached to this deal. The Native American way seemed so boring she doubted she could ever find anything enjoyable about it. And it sounded like she wouldn’t be able to enjoy being an adult as much as she wanted. But still, when was she ever going to have an experience like this again? And this was probably the only thing that could make this vacation interesting. “Ok, I guess I’ll do it,” said Shauna.

“Excellent,” said the Roots Fairy before waving a hand. A clay cup full of a yellowish tea appeared besides Shauna. “Just drink from this and you will be transformed.” Shauna picked up the cup and gave the contents an apprehensive sniff. It smelled rather medicinal, and yet kinda sweet. Still, it ought to be worth it to have a more interesting time here. She quickly drained the cup before she could change her mind, though the tea’s flavor wasn’t that bad.

Quite soon, Shauna felt a tingling through her body. She held out her hands in front of her and watched in amazement as her fingers started growing longer in front of her eyes. She soon noticed her hands were also getting bigger, stretching further away from her sleeves. As Shauna watched her arms grow, she noticed that her sleeves were shrinking faster than her arms were growing. She soon noticed that her shirt was changing color and texture as it began to cling to her elongating torso. Her jeans were growing to match her legs, though they were obviously becoming adult style. Her feet were already bare so Shauna could see them changing size easily.

Then a completely different set of sensations hit Shauna. She gasped as she could feel her body really maturing, not just getting bigger. She felt her hips start to round out as her rear became larger. She could feel her face stretching out, childish roundness giving away to an adult oval. But the greatest sensation came from her chest. She looked down at her chest, which was a lot easier to observe as her shirt had become a low-cut tank top. Her nipples were pushing out on top of growing mounds. Shauna moaned in pleasure as she felt them grow. The knowledge of what that sensation meant appeared in her mind, soon followed by many adult things as well as an expansive knowledge of the Navajo people.

When the growing sensations stopped, Sahkyo could only sit and breathe. There were no words in the English language or the Navajo language she now knew that could properly describe what that felt like. She looked down at the Roots Fairy, which now looked even smaller than before. “Is it over?” asked Sahkyo before gasping in surprise. Her voice sounded so mature and silky.

“It has indeed,” said the Fairy, “You grew up better than I had expected. You are now truly a Navajo woman in body and mind.”

Sahkyo could not deny that. Her mind was so much more open than it had been before and she knew so many things now. It barely fazed her that she was thinking of herself as ‘Sahkyo’ instead of ‘Shauna’. It sounded a lot more right to her. “I need a mirror,” said Sahkyo.

“Easily done,” said the fairy before a small mirror appeared in front of her.

Sahkyo stared at the beautiful Native American woman in the mirror. She never would have guessed she’d have grown up into such a lovely woman. Her light copper skin was flawless and it went perfectly with her long brown hair. Her jeans were not too tight, but they allowed her to make out the thin curves of her legs. But what was really grabbing her attention was her brown tank top, or more accurately, the generous cleavage it was showing. “Is that really me?” asked Sahkyo.

“Yes, it’s how you’ll look for the rest of your vacation,” said the Roots Fairy, “And no one will notice anything wrong. By the way, you’re staying in a different guest room, you’ll know where it is. You’ll find you know exactly what you’ll need to know if you stop and give it thought. I don’t mean the answers of the universe, but enough to get you through this month.”

“What will happen at the end of the month?” asked Sahkyo.

“I show up, you turn back to your normal age, and you go home with your parents who’ll think you had a fun time if you actually did,” said the Fairy.

“And if I don’t?” asked Sahkyo.

“They’ll remember you having a lousy time. But I’m very certain you won’t,” said the Fairy, “Have a nice summer vacation.” With that, the fairy disappeared. Sahkyo stared at where she had been for a moment before deciding she ought to go back to her room. And she knew where it was now.

Sahkyo was now living in another guest room. Everyone greeted normally, though not the same way as before. It was clear that Sahkyo was still family, just not her parents’ daughter. But she didn’t think about that too hard. This was only going to last until the end of the month anyways. So long as she didn’t something really stupid, she wouldn’t have to worry. Until then, there was so much she could do now.


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Special Vitamins (Pill 12)

Here's the final part of this series.

I have to thank BLZBub, who gave me an idea I liked so much for this that I changed what I had originally planned.

Special Vitamins (Pill 12)

“Is it possible? Could I be growing even bigger?” wondered Ann, studying her reflection carefully.

She opened her sweater, revealing a pink bra which definitely was tighter than usual, and turned back to study her backside, which had grown even more substantial. She was also an inch taller.

Instead of worrying, Ann smiled agreeably and pulled out her phone to take a few pictures. She sent them to Melanie and asked her if she had perceived anything like that.

Exactly a year had passed since both girls had consumed the special vitamins that had turned them into Amazons. They didn’t know it yet, but they (as all their clients) would be experimenting little boosts like those annually, making them even larger than they already were.

Indeed, Melanie arrived to Ann’s place half an hour later, confirming she had also noticed a spurt of her own that morning.

After a while, though, they shrugged away the discovery. After all, it was barely noticeable, and probably nobody but themselves would see anything was amiss. So, after having breakfast together, they turned to another topic: the last pill.

“I’m sure I can get even more money than last time,” said Ann. “That girl Wendy paid a lot, but… What’s the matter?”

For Melanie’s expression had changed, and Ann couldn’t read her, as she usually did.

“Nothing, nothing,” said Melanie. “Or rather… Well, I’ve been thinking… We’re are rich enough already, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but…”

“Then maybe… I don’t know. Do we really need to sell that pill?”

Ann laughed shortly. She was sure Melanie was trying to joke, but her humor was failing.

“And what do you want to do with it, give it away?”

“Well, as a matter of fact… yes.” Melanie had her serious face on, and Ann wasn’t sure she was joking any more. Then, her raven-haired friend inhaled and explained herself. “Actually, I think we should give it to Clarissa. And she can’t pay us. So yes, I’m saying we should give away that last pill.”

Ann remained silent for a while. Melanie was being serious. Clarissa was a former classmate of them, a bright, cheery-faced girl who had always been very friendly with them, even though Ann and Melanie had never been especially close to her and didn’t know her very well. Recently, Clarissa had been diagnosed with a rare terminal illness, which had become sad local news in the past few weeks.

“Uhm…Melanie. I understand what you are feeling, but… See, I don’t think…”

“She’s dying, Ann. And I’m pretty sure the vitamins can save her. She is just twelve, so it will affect her, and look what they did for our health. We’re perfect. So it will cure her.”

“We don’t know that.”

“But we know there’s a good chance. We would be cruel if we don’t try it.”

“Yeah, but Melanie… Those pills are a goldmine. You’re not thinking about all the money we could make!”

“No, Ann, it’s you who aren’t thinking about anything else!”

Ann had never heard her best friend talking back to her. So she didn’t know what to answer for a while, until she had an argument she thought was pretty good.

“There are millions of sick girls, possibly. We can’t help all of them, just one. So what’s the point?”

“Actually, we could have helped 10 girls. But we decided to use those pills to get rich,” said Melanie. “We missed the chance to use them to do some good, but we still have one last shot to make a difference. So it’s just one girl out of millions, yes. But we know this one, so this should be a wake-up call for us. We didn’t think about helping anyone before, but now that we have… turning back would be just heartless.”

Melanie’s conviction was so strong, Ann didn’t feel like the leader for the first time since they had become friends, back in kindergarten.

“Okay, you have a point, Melanie, and I think you’re a very sweet person for thinking about that. I’m also aware that it was you who found those pills, but you always said you wanted me to take care of the business. So maybe you should trust me.”

Melanie got up. Suddenly, the extra inch she had gained overnight seemed to make her much taller to Ann, who was still sitting.

“Look, Ann, I love you, and you’ll always be my best friend. And I also know you’re one hell of a great human being, even if you want to pretend otherwise. Those pills have always been yours to do as you please. I haven’t and won’t interfere. But if you sell this last one, I don’t want any of the money. You can keep it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Melanie turned and got away, leaving Ann completely perplexed. For a moment, she wondered if the latest changes had done something to her friend’s mind. This was most uncharacteristic of her.

“She’ll probably come around to her senses later,” muttered Ann.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to keep searching on her laptop for more clients.

Ann cursed her conscience. She knew she could make so much money… After all, who wouldn’t want such a pill? Just a quick drink and you’ll become big, beautiful, healthy…

Suddenly, Ann found some moisture in the corner of her eyes. She thought of Clarissa’s smiling face, and even though she hadn’t seen her in over a year, she remembered her clearly. Was that happy child really in the brink of death? And Ann was there, feeling so pleased about herself, when she had the means to save her life?

Ann got up and took her phone, texting quickly:

DAMN YOU, MELANIE. OF COURSE YOU’RE RIGHT. I’M GOING TO DO IT.

The problem was how to enter the hospital undetected. Ann and Melanie were very well-known internationally, and locally, they were super-celebrities. There was no way she could go in without being recognized.

So she had to break-in at night. Her room was on the 7^th floor, but she could access her window from the outside easily using her physical prowess.

Ann parked in her car near the hospital, watching the building closely. It was very late at night when she thought the area was deserted enough. She made the climb easily, using the other windows for support.

Luckily, Clarissa’s parents weren’t spending the night today, and the room was dark. Ann’s enhanced eyesight could see quite well despite this, and she looked at the sleeping 12-year-old Clarissa, feeling a sting of pain.

Her usually long hair had been cut to a bush, and she looked bonnier than ever. Her skin was pale, and her features looked sunken. She was barely recognizable as the radiant girl Ann remembered from school.

She woke her up gently, and Clarissa took a moment before straightening herself a bit in the bed.

“Ann, is that you? Wow, you’re pretty,” even though her voice was weak, she still sounded positive, and she even managed a smile. “I hadn’t seen you since… whatever happened to you. Just on TV.”

“Yeah, sorry for not vising you earlier,” said Ann.

“Don’t worry,” Clarissa’s second smile obviously took a lot of effort.

“Look, Clarissa, I’m so very sad this happened to you. So is Melanie, who sends her love. If someone didn’t deserve this, it was you. Now, I don’t want you to get your hopes up, but maybe there’s a way I can help you get cured.”

“How? The doctors said they couldn’t.”

“I’ve got to turn you into a woman, like me and Melanie. I think, like this, your health will improve a lot.”

“You mean you two did that to yourselves?”

“Kinda. Melanie changed accidentally, but we discovered how. But please don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret.”

“Promise,” said Clarissa. “And you can do this for me now? For real?”

“It’s these pills, you see. I’ve been giving them to other kids. This is the last one, and Melanie wants to give it to you. And so do I.”

“Really? Would you do that for me?” there was a glistening in her eyes for the first time, and Ann was sure there were some tears there.

“I would never forgive myself if I don’t. I’ve got to try it,” Ann turned on the lights and filled a glass of water that was on the bedside table. “Here, take the pill.”

The clock was ticking for what seemed like an eternity. Ann knew the transformations always took time, but every second that passed made her doubtful this would really work for the sick girl.

Then Clarissa gasped audibly and a starling change started to take place. Her face regained some color, as her flesh filled out, her skeletal appearance gone in just a minute or so.

“Oh, I think it worked!,” she exclaimed happily. Her voice wasn’t tired any more. “I feel… I feel better. No, I feel normal again. I had forgotten how that was!”

She teared a bit more, but she sat on her bet and then got up on her feet.

“I can stand! I… I can walk!”

Ann couldn’t help it. She wept silently too. Then she realized the girl was already getting taller.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Take off that gown, put this on!”

She gave Clarissa one of her own underwear pieces, which she had brought with her.

“Yeah, this is getting tighter!” the white undergarments were way too large for her to wear at the moment, and little Clarissa was practically swimming inside, but as her arms and legs enlarged, she was able to fit progressively better.

“You’re getting bigger fast!”

“I… uhm… I feel strange!” for Clarissa, strange meant very good. Much better than she had felt in months, if not her life. “My… er…” she signaled to her flat chest. “It itches! But if feels nice…”

Round, large, and fully mature breasts emerged in a matter of seconds, pushing out the cups of her outfit.

“Oooooooooooooooooooh!!!” she cooed in pleasure. They were getting huge, and though her transformation was far from over, she was already sporting bigger breasts than Ann, which surprised both of them.

A similar sensation overcame her hips and backside as they flared out, and Clarissa probed them briefly before returning her enlarging hands to her bouncy mammaries, trying to lift their hefty weight.

Her back was widening ad strengthening, though, and before long her torso was able to hold her breasts comfortably. Her collarbone protruded as her neck elongated. She kept growing upwards and outwards, and her thighs filled out, pulling her underclothes tighter across her developing privates.

“Hey! You – You just passed me!” exclaimed a surprised Ann. It was true. Clarissa had just overcome her height, and she still kept growing.

As radical as her body’s transformation was, Ann’s favorite part of Clarissa’s changes was her head. Her closely cropped hair started sprouting robust strands of chocolate hair which grew down past her shoulders. Her face was getting more adult and beautiful, but she was still very recognizable as Clarissa, once again radiant and vigorous. Ann just loved seeing a very healthy spark back on her brown eyes.

“I… I can’t believe this,” said the girl, who had just finished maturing into a young woman, and who was looking down at herself in bewilderment.

Ann couldn’t believe it either. Somehow, Clarissa was now over a head taller than herself. She simply looked huge, even to Ann, who was used to tower over everything.

“You must be about 7 feet tall!” said the blonde with awe. “You grew more than any of us. By a lot,” she added, looking down at her curves. For Clarissa had also become the curviest of them all. Her substantial breasts strained Ann’s special-made underwear, already big.

“How is it possible?” asked Clarissa, not at all displeased. For one, being healthy was the truly important thing, plus she had always silently wished she could grow very big when she became older. “It’s not like I was tall for my age before, or anything.”

“I don’t know. The vitamins had different effects on all our sizes, but nothing like this.”

“I’ve been taking hormones for my treatment,” pointed Clarissa. “Do you think they had something to do with it?”

“Maybe. Must be that.”

“So, what should I do now?”

“Well, what we all do, I guess. You have to pretend you don’t know what happened to you,” pleaded Ann. “Please, or Melanie and me will be in trouble.”

Clarissa nodded.

“I don’t like lying to my parents, but I promise I won’t say anything. You saved my life and I owe you. But… How will I explain these clothes?”

“Yeah, I reckon you should give them back to me,” said Ann. “They were just so you didn’t have to endure your changes on the nude.”

Clarissa went to the bathroom and emerged after a while, wrapped inside her bedsheets. She gave the underclothes back to Ann.

“Will I see you soon?” she asked.

“Whenever you want. I live close by,” said Ann. “But maybe you should wait a few days. That’s what we usually do.”

“I’ll do that.”

Ann was about to turn away and go when Clarissa fell over her and hugged her. It wasn’t a trivial matter, since the girl had become so weighty. In fact, it was the first time Ann felt something was heavy since her own transformation.

“Hey, you’re pulling me down!”

“Sorry!” said Clarissa, her eyes glistening. “It’s just… I don’t know how I can thank you.”

“There’s no need. Not right now, anyway. You have to take in what just happened to you first, and explain it to your parents. And I should run, by the way!” she added looking at her watch.

Clarissa remained alone in her room, unsure about what to do. Then she sat on her bed and screamed as loud as she could.

The nurse came bursting into the room.

“Who---? Who are you?” she yelled when she saw a huge woman instead of her patient.

“It’s… It’s me! I’m Clarissa! It happened to me, what they’ve been talking about in the news! I just started to grow!”

It took a while for the nurse to process that, then the doctors, then the rest of the night staff. But as incredible as it was, it had happened to eleven other girls this last year, many of them in or near this city, so they took her seriously. And after examining her closely, there was no doubt: the Amazon was Clarissa.

She struggled into the largest pajamas they could find, and she heard one of the doctors calling her parents.

“No, it’s not bad news, ma’am, don’t worry… Clarissa is just fine… In fact, there are no remnants of her illness any more… She’s completely healthy… Yes, just relax. Everything will be fine… Yeah, that’s the thing… Uhm… I’m not sure how to explain it… You know those other girls who have been transforming all around the country? I don’t know how to explain it, but… it kind of happened to her too…”

Clarissa could hear the yells from the auricular.

After the initial shock (and the second one, when they saw her face to face), Clarissa’s parents brushed aside all concern about their little daughter’s change, though. They were just happy she was healthy, so what if she had a different look?

Plus, it didn’t hurt that it wasn’t a bad look either. Clarissa was very taken with her gigantic body, particularly her gorgeous face and her massive bosom. Special clothes were brought to her next morning, and she was dazed to see that her brassieres looked like small camping tents. Ok, she was exaggerating, but they were certainly enormous.

Owing to her previously delicate health, she had to remain under close study far longer than it was usual, as they wanted to make sure she wouldn’t relapse.

That’s why she hadn’t had any chance of seeing Ann or Melanie, but she was able to snap a picture of herself and send it to them.

Clarissa also knew than once she leaved the hospital, the media circus would begin. Her transformation was already being treated as a miracle, since it has also cured her sickness, and suddenly the public’s opinion about the whole thing had changed a lot. Maybe it wasn’t a menacing force that took away kids’ childhoods, but a benevolent power that actually improved their quality of life? After all, they had all become healthier and stronger, and much happier, and in Clarissa’s case, it had saved her from death. Suddenly parents weren’t as afraid it would happen to their children as secretly hopeful, especially if they were sickly.

Indeed, despite the fact that she had been the twelfth Amazon, Clarissa was also one of the most instantly famous. It wasn’t only due to her miraculous curation, but also because she was bigger than any other. There was little more than interviews in her schedule for the next week or so, and though she remained sweet and agreeable in every one of them, she couldn’t wait to be free to engage in more desirable activities.

First of all, she had to honor a promise she had made to herself. As she laid ill in her bed, she had decided that if she would somehow survive, she would try and enjoy every little detail in life, and she would also travel around during holidays and be in touch with nature and other cultures.

Well, holidays had just started when she had left the hospital, so she started with her travel itinerary almost immediately. After being bedridden for months, even a simple stroll was blissful, not to mention those undertakings her superhuman body could now accomplish. She would run, swim, climb, and you would always see her beaming with happiness at being alive.

When her soothing vacation was over, she decided she wanted to give back what life had given to her, and she used her newfound celebrity status to create a foundation for sick children. It was quickly gaining track, and hundreds were already being benefited.

Clarissa loved what she was doing for them. She buttoned up her specially-made blouse over her busty torso, ready for another day at the foundation, and sighed happily, knowing there wasn’t a biggest bliss than helping those in need. She wondered if that was what had compelled Ann to give her the pill.

In all, Clarissa had been so busy she wasn’t able to properly meet with her benefactor for months. Then, Ann invited her to a tennis game at a beach house with some of the other girls from the Amazon club and she made some time to attend.

All of them looked lovely in their tennis suits, but the game itself was pretty much a flunk. They all had great reflexes that would make for very interesting matches, and most of them had successfully practiced in other sports, but the fact was that they kept breaking the rackets about every two swings.

So in the end they cancelled the games and decided to have a barbecue instead.

After eating, they broke into smaller groups to talk with each other, and Clarissa quickly found Ann and Melanie inside the kitchen, looking for some ice for the sodas.

“I never thanked you two properly, you know,” she said after they received her. “And I don’t think that’s possible. You did save my life.”

Melanie smiled, but Ann looked uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t thank me. It was all Melanie’s idea. I actually…” Ann gulped. “Well, you owe all to her.”

“Don’t listen to her,” interjected Melanie. “She only needed a little push to find that her heart was in the right place.”

Melanie winked to both of them and walked out. Clarissa watched her leave, and then turned to face Ann again.

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Ann,” she said. “You were my Guardian Angel when I needed one, and that’s all I care about.”

Clarissa smiled and followed Melanie out, leaving Ann alone with her thoughts.

Ever since she had helped Clarissa, her conscience had been ruthless with her. She could have helped nine more girls, and she hadn’t. She had realized she had been a greedy bitch all along.

But Clarissa’s smile today told her otherwise. Maybe, just maybe, she had the potential to be as beautiful inside as she was outside.

 

PS: After finished this part and the picture selection, I discovered that the model I used for Clarissa is coincidentally a cancer survivor.

Normally, I would have changed her, but this time I decided against. I grew to like Clarissa and I thought she deserved being represented by someone who was just as strong in real life.


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