Chapter 6
Cecilia stops the Taurus in Elise’s garage. Both get out, Elise extra careful; she’s not confident that her clothes, glued to her body, will resist sudden movements. Looks to Cecilia.
“Can you check if there’s anyone around?”
“Awww”
Elise blushes. Cecilia giggles mockingly.
“I’m so glad that my Elise is still there”
“I’m laughing inside so much, you can’t even imagine”
“Well, that’s the new you, girl. People will stare a lot, I guarantee. And we don’t even know if you’re… done”
Focus on Elise’s cute concerned expression that makes us want to hug her (especially considering her big muscles bulging all around).
“I hope yes… This could get really out of hand”
“Of course it could. Taking in a green shiny weird stuff that came out of nowhere. That must be the bravest thing you’ve done in your entire life”
“I didn’t know what it would do! If I knew…”
“Oh, no. Ed comes to you and say “hey, El, take this vaccine to become the fusion of a bodybuilder and a supermodel” and you wouldn’t have taken it?”
“How the hell was I supposed to react to a crazy proposition like that? And that’s not how it went, anyway”
“Wherever the way. You’re afraid of everything, you know that, but when curiosity hits you…”
“Can we please go to my apartment?”
“I rather not. It's airier here”
“You’re ridiculous”
And heads to the garage exit. Cecilia goes right behind.
In the corridor, she observes Elise’s big frame in front of her tensing and flexing by just the simple action of walking. Zoom on Cecilia’s eager, naughty eyes accompanying the scapulars of her back moving under the micro tank top, the firm ass making an “∞” movement as her hips go side to side.
When Elise tries to insert the key on her apartment’s door, it jams in the middle way. Instinctively she tries to turn the knob, and it opens.
Really? Did I forget the door opened? Well, today is definitely one of those days to forget everything…
Both enter, she shuts the door. Cecilia looks up at her.
“What now?”
Elise goes to her bedroom, Cecilia following. She opens the wardrobe, grabs her baggiest shorts and her largest sweater. Just holding them, she’s quite sure they will barely fit, if they will even fit.
“I don’t know. What I do know is that I need a bath”
She leaves Cecilia and enters the bathroom. Stops in front of the mirror.
How am I going to take this top off?
First, she raises the front of the tank top carefully until it reaches her neck, freeing two juicy, volleyball-sized boobs, perfectly round and firm as if gravity has no effect on them. She then raises one of her arms and, with one hand, tries to pull the tank top up. Feeling it stuck on her large shoulder, she pulls a little harder. That was more than enough; like wet paper, the fabric tears apart completely. She looks a little frightened at the remains, then drops them on the floor.
These are definitely not just for showing…
On the mirror, her pumped half naked body is fully in view. Freed from restrictions, her steady breathing makes her large pectorals expand and contract, moving graciously her two firm jugs, slightly up and front, slightly down and back.
God, that’s really me.
Getting back from her daze, she goes for the shorts. It stretches to the limits, but crosses her thick thighs and stays in one piece. Not the same can be said about her panties. Thinking of it, she does remember it ripping during her… intense exercise at Ms. Albertson’s house.
At the shower, she lets the hot water pour on her face. The events of those wild last hours come to her.
All because of Edmond.
They’ve been friends for as long as she can remember. Two nerd toddlers, him being a little more weirdo than her. Time passed, and nowadays he uses his nerd abilities for science, while she uses for knowing every single useless detail of the vast amount of series and anime she watches. They watched together many of them.
How could I never notice anything? I friendzoned him, like, pretty hard…
The kiss… She never thought of him like that before, but the memory of that quick, unexpected kiss makes her insides tingling. She lowers the water’s temperature; it’s getting too hot in there.
Meanwhile…
In the bedroom, Cecilia waits for the shower’s sound. When it comes, she grins.
Cecilia is that kind of person that you don’t leave alone with a box of candy.
And that is exactly the case.
Approaching the bed, she lies down and gropes the dark space under it until she touches the black box. Takes it, search its sides, finds the small button that opens it.
The glowing of the syringes makes her freckles green.
Remember that detail in the last chapter I told you to keep in mind? Well, at this moment, Cecilia glances to the computer desk and finds not one, but two empty syringes lying there.
That’s why you keep having spurts, huh? You greedy bitch, you’ve taken more than one.
She sits on the bed. Bends a little, checking the bathroom. The shower’s sound is still there. Grabs two green syringes from the box.
Oh, that devilish smile…
Soon after, Elise finishes her bath. Dry herself is another new thing; now she has a lot more skin to cover. And she feels her body so much more sensitive now… The mere touch of the towel on the muscle mounts of her thighs makes her stop and take one deep breath to compose herself.
As expected, the clothes suit her at the very limit, leaving her 6-pack and a vast portion of her legs for the lucky ones to see. A small movement and there goes the sleeves of the sweater. She decides to just rip them off, leaving also her arms in full delicious view.
She gets out of the bathroom and freezes when she notices Cecilia and the open black box in the same picture.
“Don’t tell me that…”
And then she pays more attention to it, and notices two empty syringes on the bed.
“You took two at once!? Are you out of your fucking mind!?”
Cecilia rolls her eyes.
“C’mon, El, your “safety first” speech won’t stick, at least not today. Thankfully”
“What the hell are you talking about!?”
“How about that?”
And points to the two empty syringes on the computer desk.
“Apparently you’re enjoying this, huh?”
“I didn’t take two doses, I swear! I called you right after I –”
Focus on her expression changing abruptly when she realizes it. The second empty syringe made it clear; she locked the apartment’s door, and it was broken into. And whoever did that used the second syringe on the computer desk.
And she knows very well who did that. Her eyes burn with pure angry cuteness.
“That. Fucking. BITCH!!”
Like a bolt, she dashed to the front door, slamming it on the way out.
In front of Vicky’s apartment, she bangs the front door. Out of herself, she doesn’t notice that the punches bend the wood a little.
When the door opens, she’s met by a taller, triumphant Vicky, grinning slyly on her.
“Hello, pipsqueak”
“You… You…”
“I see you’ve been working out, but there’s a long way till you get to hang with the really big girls”
“How dare you break into my house!?”
“Your house? Hummm… Don't remember doing it. That’s some serious accusation, but I don’t think you have any evidence to support it, do you?”
“The syringe, you dumb bitch! You left it there!”
“A syringe with a non-commercial, probably illegal substance? The cops will love this evidence”
Elise opens her mouth to retort, but halts. She’s caught completely off guard by this one. Vicky gets serious.
“Now piss off”
And closes the door on Elise’s face.
Cute irritated reaction coming!
“Grrrrrrr!”
With heavy steps, Elise goes back to her apartment. Closes the front door.
“She used it! That cow broke into my apartment and used it! How can she be so –”
That’s when she realizes Cecilia standing on the living room. She’s looking down with a lost sight, trembling.
“El, I’m feeling strange”
The trembling intensifies, evolving to a vigorous shake that dominates her whole body. Her breathing becomes heavy, making her grapefruit-sized boobs thrust her crop top. Feeling a strange pressure on her chest, she looks down at her cleavage, then back at Elise with a frightened expression, when suddenly her boobs start to inflate, quickly expanding over, under and through the sides out of her top, doubling, tripling in size in mere seconds. Unable to hold the increasing mass of tit flesh, her top blasts at once, releasing two delicious round boobs the size of large cantaloupes, with pink nipples so hard they could pierce through steel, trembling as they keep getting bigger.
“Are… you seeing that, El!? Unhhh!”
She bends over, clenching her teeth in a harsh expression of pain, holding her stomach with both arms.
“This… hurts… a lot”
“God damn, Ceci, that was so fucking stupid!”
On the naked upper portion of her body, veins all over start to get prominent, then bulge larger, as she shakes even more frantically. She let out a deep gasp mixed with a moan when a big surge makes her whole body gets defined, then ripped, just to start swelling with muscles. With her hands still gripping her belly, she feels her abs stiffening, then outlining a growing 6-pack, filling with rigid mass right beneath her delicate fingers.
Elise had the experience of feeling it, but seeing the whole process is no less than astounding. She watches without blinking her redhead friend finally stand straight again, way taller than before. She still has her eyes heavily closed, dealing with the pain that keeps enlarging her incredibly sexy new body. Her chest continues expanding, making her almost twice as wide as her previous tiny self, pushing her huge tits even further, tits that are not done growing, the jerking nipples begging to be sucked.
Her expression keeps showing agony, but, little by little, a different agony takes charge. Slowly opening her eyes, she releases her rock-hard belly and moans softly as she reaches her crotch. Unable to put her hand inside the jeans, since they got glued to her body, she rips out the button and the zipper and touches her pussy. Her eyes immediately get wide open, her nipples seen to get even harder, as a shock wave of pleasure makes her let go an uncontrollable groan.
Elise can’t take her eyes of the luscious scene, as Cecilia gets an almost instantaneous explosive orgasm. The growth reaches its top, and her convulsing body finally starts to relax. Completely numb, she crashes heavily on the couch, snapping its internal structure.
“Ahhh… Sorry for the… Ohhhh!… Couch, El”
Elise gets closer. Through her light brown eyes, laying on the wrecked couch with a dreamy expression, we see a 1.81m (5 feet 11) jaw-dropping redhead, two volleyball-sized boobs pointing up, resting on her pectorals like white mountains with red freckle flakes and pink peaks, a thin waist sculpted with six little mounts and ragged jeans, revealing thighs that could put a light bodybuilder to shame. With one arm over her head, she rests her angelic face on her big, veiny bicep.
“I… Just need a minute”
With everything kind of soothed, Elise has a lovable disbelief look in her face. Suddenly she reminds of Vicky, but with less than half the rage she had on their last encounter.
That fucking bitch.
Cecilia is cooling down, but we are not. The action is heating up in this building, two apartments away to be more precise.