Special Vitamins (Pill 3)

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Special Vitamins (Pill 3)

It had been eight days since their transformations, and Ann and Melanie hadn’t seen each other in five, but they shared a selfie each night, followed by a random one-word caption.

They had agreed on that as a covert way to ensure each other their parents hadn’t even suspected foul-play in their changes. And why would they? Not even the experts could find the cause of their abrupt hormonal surge.

They had maintained their story about handling a garden chemical, and it had been analyzed as much as they were. Naturally, there was nothing there to be found.

Ann had grown accustomed to the now recurrent visits to doctors from every place and specialty. She remembered clearly the first morning after the changes, when she and Melanie had been taken to see the first specialists.

She had let her now long hair cascade down and stripped down to her underwear. As the dumbfounded doctors looked at her, she stretched up to her full and rather magnificent height and said with a feigned, but convincing innocence:

“See what happened to me, doctors? I got all big all of sudden.”

“I’d say so,” gulped the tallest doctor, who was still a couple of inches shorter than her.

After looking at her, they all agreed this had to be a prank. Then most investigators got on board, and the identity of the girls was confirmed. They were able to verify that they were chronologically 11-years-old, but somewhat a burst of hormonal activity had caused them to develop the physical traits of women in their early twenties.

“They’re completely healthy, more than average, even” they concluded. “And they’re still preteens in many ways… Their skin and their organs are very young, for one. It’s just as if they were early-bloomers. Abnormally early-bloomers. And somehow their hormonal excess made them mature beyond their normal parameters. They’re much bigger and better developed than they should have ever become. Their physical capabilities are a bit off-charts.”

Ann immediately understood that was why she felt so good all the time, so overly fit and vigorous.

Soon, the news of the two schoolgirls who had grown into amazons leaked everywhere, and for a while it was the trending topic in all media. Luckily, most of the attention was on the outrage over its possible causes. Thought the chemical company had been declared innocent, concerned citizens started to wonder what kind of thing could cause something like that on their children. Had it been the food? Air contaminants?

Ann and Melanie’s brains had also matured into their young adult configurations, which meant they had become keener. The regional government had debated the issue and had decided that after a bit of intensive home-schooling, they would be granted the status of legal adults. It was unknown if they would keep aging normally, so that would mean they would be minors until they were physically over thirty. The politicians thought that was unfair with the poor victims, so they resolved to make them into 21-years-old women in the eyes of the law.

It would be a few weeks before that technicality would take place, but Ann was already enjoying the perks of being a “real” adult. She still lived with her parents, obviously, and she knew they would treat her like a child no matter her legal age, but now she didn’t need their permission to do anything.

She had put that freedom to use, and had already started to look for possible clients. Melanie had agreed to take only half the profits, despite having discovered the pills. But Ann knew she wasn’t ambitious and easily manipulated, so Melanie gave her complete control over the 10 remaining pills as long as she could stay away from the boring business part.

So Ann was handling that side on her own. She was extremely cunning for her age, and now her adult brain was helping to improve on that. She realized her pills would be worth millions of dollars on a proper black market, but on the other hand, she could only sell them to kids, so she knew she could never get the best price for them. But she wasn’t greedy beyond reason, and she knew that a great deal of money could still be made.

For one, she would need to target extremely rich kids. Once the government made them legal, as they had done with Ann and Melanie, their parents would have to put great quantities of money to their names. Then they could pay Ann fully.

But that plan meant they could only pay most of the money after taking the pills, and Ann knew that was dangerous. She would need to think of a way to make sure of getting her payment, and the answer was obvious: fear. After all, she had something inexplicable on her hands, so she was confident she could pull that off.

On the other hand, she didn’t want anyone to trace her to whatever kid suddenly grew up, so she searched for people who had no direct relation to her.

Her first real option had been Adelaida Gutiérrez, daughter of the wealthiest people in the city. She had managed to contact Adelaida on her e-mail. Ann was very famous by then, and mostly everyone knew her story. Adelaida was very interested when Ann proposed to share her secret.

Ann and Adelaida met up inside a private cab that weekend. The chauffeur couldn’t see their faces or hear their conversations on the back of the car.

Adelaida was a short-haired 13-years-old tomboy, but when she saw Ann, she looked at her generous cleavage hungrily. Clearly, this girl longed for that kind of body. A promising client.

“So, it’s real? What you said? I read on the internet that you have no idea what caused your transformation.”

“Right, that’s what we said, but I do know what happened. And I’m able to share that gift, as I did with my friend Melanie.”

“You transformed her? And you can do that for me?”

“Yes. You see, on my last birthday, I discovered I am really a witch. I’m very powerful and…”

“Prove it.”

“We’ll come to that,” said Ann with the authority invested on her by her greater size. “Anyway, I’m still in training, but I discovered a spell on an ancient book. Not even my brethren knows of it. But I tested it on myself, and you can see the results. I think that’s proof enough. And the same happened to Melanie, you saw it in the news.”

“Yes, but everyone thinks it’s a virus, or something. Or a chemical which altered you unknowingly.”

“No, it was my magic.”

“Sounds a bit like BS.” Clearly, Adelaida was blunt.

“Well, you don’t have to believe me, but I can do it anyway. And if you’re not interested, I can sell my services to many a kid, really…”

Ann pretended she was about to get out of the car, but Adelaida stopped her.

“Ok, suppose you do it. You transform me. I can pay you. How does this work.”

“I just use this.”  Ann produced a shiny twig she had found at the park. “This wand has been with my kind for generations, and I’ve inherited due to my noble sorceress ancestry. It’s a very simple spell, and works quickly.”

“Do it. The price you asked for it is acceptable.”

“I can’t do it now! Nobody can know we’ve met, so I want to do it from a distance.”

“Can you reach me at my house?”

“It’s very simple, actually. Go home. I won’t turn you until you’re completely alone in your house, but you can’t e-mail me again, so I need you to inform me in my own way.”

“How? An owl, or something?”

“No, silly. A potion I did this morning.” Ann produced one of the pills. “Swallow this when you are on your own and I’ll know it. I’ll pronounce the incantation and it'll change you. But be patient because it might take a few minutes to reach you.”

“Okay.”

“It’ll transform you. Enjoy it. Once you are a woman and you’ve witnessed its awesome power, you’ll know my magic is real. And you wouldn’t want to try and cheat me. Remember, my spells can reach you anywhere. When you have the money, YOU MUST pay me immediately, or it’ll be very easy for me to turn you into a silver-back gorilla.”

“Not a gorilla!” pleaded Adelaida. “And silver-backs are male.”

“Precisely. But I know you’ll pay me.”

The girl wasn’t still very convinced by the supposed magic, but if she would really turn into an adult that night, how could she doubt it? She took the pill, eager to summon the spell.

Just as she had been instructed, Adelaida didn’t contact Ann after getting home. In fact, the blonde didn’t hear anything about her buyer until three days later, when her mother yelled downstairs.

“Ann, you won’t believe it!” she said, bursting into her room. “It happened again! Not that far from here. Another girl was turned into a woman overnight! Just saw it on TV…”

“Oh, wow, so it wasn’t just us…” whispered Ann with feigned surprise.

“But this is good for us,” reflected her mother. “When they study what happened to her, they’ll probably find something that correlates with what you and Melanie were doing that day. They might find the real cause this time!”

“Gee, I hope so. I’d like to know how this happened to me,” said Ann gesturing down at herself.

Indeed, a few scientists came again to ask more questions, trying to see if Ann and Melanie could have been near anything related to Adelaida’s own account. But so far, the only variable that matched was that they lived in the same city.

“Maybe there’s something in the water,” suggested Ann.

It wasn’t a month before Adelaida had her payment ready. She was driven downtown by her own family chauffeur, and Ann boarded the car for a quick meeting.

“Wow,” she said looking at her client.

Adelaida was a far cry from the flat-chested and short haired girl Ann had met. Her black hair was long and her height could rival Ann’s, though she was pleased to see that Adelaida’s curves, impressive as they had become, were still a little behind her own.

“You didn’t tell me it would feel this good,” she said in her sultry voice, smiling shyly and playing with her tresses.

“Yeah, it does.”

“When your spell hit me, these came out so quickly…” explained Adelaida pointing at her breasts. “It was exhilarating. And I’m now the biggest girl… woman in my family.”

“You turned out great. I’m very proud, my magic is getting really strong.”

“You’re indeed quite powerful, and I’m sorry I doubted you. Here’s my thank you,” she held up a case. “I threw in something extra over the agreed price. Luckily, I control my own money now.”

“Thanks,” said Ann, taking the case and starting to count the money immediately. “But maybe you shouldn’t have come with your own driver. Nobody should see us together.”

“Relax, they know I’m here. I said I was curious about meeting the other girls who had gone through this “unexpected phenomenon.” It’s not suspicious anymore.”

“Good thinking.”

Pleased about her first success, Ann’s mind was already wandering over the list of other possible buyers she had been working on.

More vitamins:

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Pill 12

Class Project (Chapter 8)

Time to continue with this story, a collaboration with BLZbub.

Miranda was planning on shopping at plenty of places to get new clothes for her adult body. One of the places she was planning on going was, to Orlando’s chagrin, was the sports store that he worked at. It wasn’t so much that Orlando was embarrassed to show his family where he worked, but that he was worried that Miranda might do something to embarrass him, even if she was posing as his second cousin.

While the idea for mischief had entered Miranda’s thoughts, she was more concerned by her own image, namely what she ought to be wearing while she was an adult. She could have gone out on a full shopping spree, getting new clothes from every store around, but her dad would probably have a stroke over the cost.

Besides, just shopping from that store wouldn’t be so bad. Everything there was so form-fitting, even if most things weren’t highly stylish. There were many good selections in the women’s clothing section. Sports bras were going to be very needed as well some T-shirts. Miranda could have just worn more of Kelly’s clothes, but she wanted a few clothes of her own. She certainly spent quite a lot on various bottoms: shorts, sweatpants, hot pants, and some sports panties. Miranda was a little discomforted that she had to wear a size that was larger than what most women wear. But then again, her size wasn’t because she was out of weight but because of how well-shaped her ass was.

Miranda certainly didn’t have a figure to be ashamed of. In fact, she was looking to show it off as much as she could. The body-hugging design of the clothes here certainly helped in that regard. And there were plenty of swimsuits that would show off her figure. Her parents would have preferred if she got more modest one-piece suits, but she was able to persuade them to let her get a few two pieces.

Miranda leaned in the beach-themed dressing room, looking at herself in a bikini she was trying on, the intense blue of the sea wallpaper contrasting with the streaks of hair she had dyed blonde before arriving to the shop. The bikini definitely made her 24-years-old self look sexy. The top was wrapped well around her breasts, highlighting the cleavage between them.

But it was the bottom that was the feast for the eyes. The straps were very taught as they encircled her childbearing hips. She looked at her ass, her cheeks bulging out from underneath the stretchy materials. She rubbed her hands over it, feeling how supple yet solid her buttocks were. It was like she was carrying a pair of small drums behind her. She had heard that some women have better defining features than others and hers was definitely her ass. Oh, she was definitely beautiful from the front, but it was when she was walking away that men would be watching her.

Miranda sighed at that. If only she was allowed to spend time with guys. She was pretty sure most of the girls in the class were thinking about men now. (The boys were definitely thinking about women.) Miranda wasn’t planning on trying to seduce anyone. Actually, she’d rather avoid getting men too interested with her and end up breaking a big rule with her. But she’d certainly like to know if she was really what guys were interested or not.

But her clothing choices looked good in her eyes and that was what really counted here. Her dad wasn’t too happy about paying for so much, but Miranda took it easy on him. She could shop more extensively for clothes tomorrow. For now, she was satisfied with the clothes she got here as well as a quick stop at an underwear store for a better variety of panties.

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Arriving home after her little shopping extravaganza, she excused herself and went into the room, realizing it was the first private time she had since her transformation. Her family had been with her the whole time, except when she had been in the changing rooms, but even there she knew she could take a lot of time for exploration.

But now she could. She locked the door from the inside and got out of her clothes, marveling at her nude chest and the wide thighs bellow her smug panties.

That night, she had quite a lesson on the anatomy of her developed body. One of the uses of the objectives of the Class Project, after all.

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The next morning, Miranda was jolted up by a scream. She was pretty disoriented from the abrupt wakening and nearly screamed herself when she saw her body. But she soon calmed herself down when she remembered what happened yesterday. She was still an adult woman and she had gone to bed wearing one of her new short nightdresses.

She smiled at her reflection and patted her prominent tush. That was nothing to panic about, so why was someone screaming?

Miranda got up and nearly fell off the bed. She had a lot of adjusting to do regarding her new size and weight. Her breasts made it hard for her to balance at first, but she was more awake by the time she had managed to get out of bed. Now then, where did that scream come from?

Miranda walked out of her room and looked around. She noticed some movement by the door a few rooms over. Wasn’t that Raymundo’s room? Miranda walked over there and found her mother gaping in the doorway. She looked past her into Raymundo’s room and soon saw why.

Lying in Raymundo’s bed was a teenage boy. He was still asleep despite Miranda’s mom’s scream. Apparently he had tossed and turned about quite a bit in his sleep as the sheets tangled up. Miranda couldn’t see all of the boy, but considering how his upper body was bare and the legs showed no covering pretty high up, it seemed quite likely that the boy was either wearing only his underwear or nothing at all.

Miranda was able to push forward a bit more to look at the boy. He appeared to be about 16 years old and he was in pretty good shape. His muscles were built up in a wiry athletic build and there was a smattering of hair on his pecs and a little on his limbs. His face was pretty handsome with the black curly hair above it. But the face was also quite familiar-looking and it didn’t take a genius to add up the clues and figure out who this was.

“Is that Raymundo?” asked Miranda.

“I…I suppose it is,” said her mom, “But how can that be? I know that you drank the Double-Up but he never got any.”

“Is that so?” asked Miranda before looking at the bed stand. The empty Double-Up vial was standing there next to the clock and an empty glass. But Miranda drank all of her serum, right? No, wait, she gagged a bit on the flavor. Was it possible that she didn’t finish it?

Then her dad came up beside his wife and took one look in the room. He didn’t freak out, he didn’t gape, he just sighed and said, “Oh boy.”

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Prescott Industries was soon contacted to inform them what had happened. Raymundo was quite willing to admit what he had done, not seeming to realize that it was wrong. Raymundo had picked up Miranda’s vial and saw that there was still some Double-Up left in it. He thought about whether or not he should drink it for a long while, which would account for why he was still a child when the family got back. In fact, Raymundo had waited until well after his bedtime, when everyone else had gone to sleep.

Raymundo wanted to drink the Double-Up, but he didn’t want to gag like Miranda did. So he took the Double-Up, poured into a glass of milk, and warmed it in the microwave before drinking it. The milk still tasted funny, but it made him drowsy pretty quickly so he went to bed soon afterwards. He was a bit disappointed that he changed during his sleep instead of when he was awake, but he still found being 16 really cool.

By what little they were able to determine, not a very high dosage of Double-Up was left in the vial after Miranda drank her share, but the warmed milk changed things. The milk itself just delayed the changes for a period of time, but the heating part was more important. The Double-Up was kept in temperature-insulated vials because being chilled or warmed could affect the potency of the serum. An increase of heat could increase the length of time before it wore off and vice versa.

It was hard to estimate how long Raymundo would stay changed due to the unknown volume of the Double-Up remainder or the exact temperature of the milk mixture. By that same token, it was almost impossible to guess how much less time Miranda had as an adult due to her not drinking her full sample. Miranda could revert back 3 hours or a day earlier at best guess while Raymundo may remain in teenage form for as long as 3 days at the greatest maximum.

There was not much to be done about Raymundo. What he had done was a somewhat honest mistake that had been accidentally been made grander. Besides, he was still a minor so he couldn’t be charged very seriously, not that anyone was so inclined. There was little else to do but give Raymundo a sharp reprimand and make him part of the project.

It was Miranda who was suffering the worse. She wasn’t being punished about her careless with her sample, but now she was constantly fretting about when she’d be turning back to her normal age. It could happen when she was out in public and not expecting it. Granted, it was unlikely to happen for a few days, but this will limit the amount of things she’ll be able to do as an adult this week. Oh, well, better not to waste any time.

She turned back and wondered what to do next.

CLASS PROJECT INDEX

Special Vitamins (Pill 2)

Remember Special Vitamins, a short caption published on January by Thom?

He wanted to make another part to that story, but he wrote to me and told me he didn't know how and if I wanted to continue it for him. Normally I don't do that kind of thing, but this time I felt inspired and made a little follow up and the idea is to write more eventually.

Special Vitamins (Pill 2)

“Wow, you’re even bigger in person than I thought,” said Ann looking up in amazement at the Amazonian woman her friend Melanie had been turned into.

“Right? I feel freaking huge, but I kind of dig it,” said Melanie stumbling over Ann’s backyard, still unused to her new size. Ann looked positively tiny to her now.

“So, did you bring them?” asked the 11-years-old blonde, trying to hide her enthusiasm.

“They’re right here,” said the formerly 12 brunette, producing a plastic bottle which Ann took and opened.

“There’s 11 pills left,” she commented after counting them. “How many did you took?”

“Just one. There were 12.”

“One? And it did that to you? Damn, this is something else. Let’s see…”

She closed the flask and read the label.

For experimental uses only. Keep it away from children. Might cause significant hormonal imbalances in preteen subjects.

“Where did you say your mother found this?”

“She works at a medical lab, and she sometimes tests a few products, but they’re supposed to be… innocuous. These are meant for middle aged women. Bone strength and all that,” explained Melanie.

“But you weren’t a woman. You still hadn’t gone through puberty and the pill caused your hormones to go on full rampage. They made your body develop… or maybe overdevelop in just a few minutes.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that kind of cool?”

“It’s SUPER cool,” agreed Ann. “And we could make a fortune with them. Who wouldn’t want to buy these?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I suppose we need to make sure they work for others beside you. We shall test one.”

And before saying anything else, Ann swallowed a pill taken at random.

“Are you crazy? You don’t know if all hormonal imbalances are alike. You might turn into a guy, or something.”

“Yeah, I’m risking it. Because on the other hand I might become just like you, and I think that’s worth it.”

Ann got up from the lawn and walked back into the house, followed closely by her friend.

“What about your parents?” asked Melanie in a whisper.

“They’re not here, don’t worry. Not that this is something we can hide from them. Or yours, for that matter.”

They got up and entered a room that Melanie had never visited and Ann searched through some drawers.

“This isn’t your room,” said Melanie unnecessarily.

“No, silly, but I’ll need clothes, and my mom is tiny, so hers won’t work either. This is the guest room, and my aunt has a few things in here for when she visits. She’s my dad’s younger sister and she’s stacked.”

“You don’t even know if you’re going to end like this,” said Melanie looking down at her round chest. “Maybe these are all mine.”

“Yeah, right,” chuckled Ann. “I somehow doubt it.  I don’t think you’d ever be that tall or curvy is it wasn’t for the pill. I guess they didn’t really age you, they simply shot up your estrogen levels through the roof and you’re now overdeveloped.”

Ann removed her gray blouse and seized a tank top of that same color. It was obviously designed for busty women, since the collar was huge on Ann, almost falling down to her diaphragm. But then Ann removed it again to make way for a brassiere she found on the drawer.

“34DD! She’s even bigger than you,” teased Ann.

“At the moment, you’re not one talk, “squirt”,” answered Melanie back, standing tall proudly and thrusting her chest out.

Ann completed her outfit with some baggy pink pajama pants and went away from the room to study her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror.

“Uhm… maybe you were right. I don’t think anything is happening to me.”

“Well, it’s only been about ten minutes. It took me more than twenty, I think…”

Indeed, they were sitting at Ann’s room a bit later when Melanie yelled.

“Your hair! It’s growing. That’s how I started!”

Ann studied her reflection again and saw her friend was right. Compared to Melanie’s original hair, Ann had always used it longer, but now it was getting even more so, slowly but noticeably.

“Oooooh, this is getting interesting!” shouted Ann unable to contain her excitement as she felt her feet and hands shifting, becoming larger by the second.

“The pills work,” said Melanie watching in fascination as her short friend got taller in front of her.

But that wasn’t all. Estrogen was actually flowing wildly through her body, making her 11-years-old physiology to restructure itself into the equivalent of an overly shapely woman in her early twenties.

“Whoa! These do move a lot!” exclaimed Ann with a changing voice as her emerging breast vibrated constantly as they grew bigger, stretching the loose top. Soon cleavage was visible and it deepened every few seconds.

Her face cracking and becoming longer and more mature, Ann looked like a very pretty teenager now, albeit one with a rather sinuous figure, which kept enhancing relentlessly.

“You didn’t tell me it felt this good!” said the blonde joyfully after letting herself over her bedroom rug. Her new breasts had enlarged beyond her wildest dreams, exceeding her friend’s and even her aunt’s bra.

“Well, it did feel somewhat good, but I was very scared, you know,” said Melanie reasonably. “You know what’s happening, but I had no clue, so I guess I didn’t enjoy it as much as you.”

“Oh, you don’t know what you’ve missed!” exclaimed the new woman as she beamed from the floor. The changes had stopped, at least visibly, and she was fully grown by now.

With some difficulty, she got up slowly, taking on how different her body felt as it moved. Her hands went immediately to her breasts, so big, round and firm, but she also took a bit of time in studying her flared hips and backside and her trim waist and abdomen.

She smiled at Melanie, immediately noticing she was about three inches taller than her already lofty friend, not to mention more voluptuous, but she didn’t comment anything because she didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“And it’s not like she should be jealous,” thought Ann glancing at the brunette’s also impressive profile.

She’s surprised when she looks at her reflection and sees her facial changes. Her features are very grown up and downright beautiful, with even her former crooked teeth replaced by straight and white adult teeth.

“I believe those pills do more than we thought,” said Ann with her new lower but lovelier voice. “We’re like… goddesses now.”

“Ha! This is getting over your head,” said Melanie, though she was also pretty pleased with her looks.

“No, I mean it. We’ve discovered something amazing and we’re most likely the only ones who know about it. I don’t think even the manufacturers know the real extent of the “hormonal imbalance” of this stuff, or there’s no way they would give it away to be tested.”

“I guess so. And there’s no way my mom would have put them around if she knew they could do this.”

“We have to cover our tracks,” said Ann. “I know what to do, help me to the kitchen.”

Melanie had already a good deal of control over her enlarged form, but Ann was still struggling. She managed to go downstairs, giggling at the bounce of her chest. She hold up her arms, feeling as the new boobs moved up along with them. It was a very enticing sensation.

“So?” asked Melanie, who was getting a bit impatient with her friend’s new fixation.

“See, we have these cough pills here. Notice their shape and size?” said Ann opening a box.

“Wow, they look almost like the vitamins.”

“Exactly. We put 12 of them in your mom’s flask, and we hide the 10 real vitamins. I need you to go back to your home and make the swap. She’ll never know we took them. Then hurry back here. My parents should be back soon. Then we say we were HERE all day, and that we don’t know what happened, but we started transforming in HERE. We should also divert their suspicions away. Maybe… Ok, we might say we were at the lawn when it happened. And that we both got splashed with a bit of… grass growth formula or something stupid like that. I bet they make tests and everything, but of course they won’t find a thing.”

“Good plan. I’ll run home, then.”

As soon as Melanie got away, Ann squealed in excitement and hopped a bit. She soon regretted it, because being so unused to her new body made her trip and fall over her butt, not that it wasn’t meaty enough to withstand it. Grinning, she got up and walked to the bathroom again, where she studied every inch of her reflection until Melanie returned.

“I think I should get dressed in something from this house. Because these clothes are my sisters’, and I wasn’t supposed to be there.”

Ann was impressed, because that was the kind of thinking Melanie often missed. As her friend got dressed in a new outfit, Ann also found a plaid shirt which she put over her gray top. They had just finished changing when they heard Ann’s parents pulling down outside the house.

The blonde girl hurried out and, managing a convincingly shocked expression, she approached her now shorter parents.

“Mom, dad… You won’t believe what just happened.”

It was hard for Ann’s parents to believe the two gorgeous women were their young daughter and her best friend, but they managed to persuade them of the truth. Ann in particular was a good actress, so they were also able to sell that they had no idea of the causes of their sudden maturation.

Ann’s parents had to call Melanie’s, who were just as shocked. It was getting late, so both families decided to take their grown girls to the doctors first time in the morning. Melanie and her parents returned to her home, and she was satisfied at the fact that her mother didn’t even mention the pills once. Clearly, there was no suspicion.

There was some fuzz about where and how Melanie would sleep, but in the end she dressed in one of her mother’s nighties and remained in her own room. But before even trying her bed for size, she received a message from Ann. It contained a single picture and a short message.

“Do you like my selfie? I think it’s as good as yours was, if I might say so myself. Can’t you believe I’m actually bigger than my aunt? Luckily, her clothes are a nice, if smug fit. Anyways, the trap was set and they fell for it beautifully. Now the next phase begins… We’ll sell the product!”

More vitamins:

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Pill 11
Pill 12