Ariana's Growth
by SilkWords
Ariana and I had been friends ever since 5th grade. I’d always been the taller, stronger one while she'd always looked up at me.
However, in 6th grade, she started to grow. One day when we got on the line to get school lunch, she pointed out our height difference.
“Didn't my head only reach up to your shoulder?” She asked. “Now it’s up to your neck. I'm growing!”
I smiled at her, making a noncommittal noise.
After that, it seemed like every day she grew little by little. She would always compare her height to mine when we went to get lunch.
There was a feeling of dread in my stomach. Ariana was growing, but I wasn't and she would eventually grow taller than me.
Soon enough, that day came when we went to get lunch.
“Look, I’m taller than you!”
With dread, I turned and saw that I was no longer down at Ariana, or into her eyes but slightly looking up at her.
“No way! How tall are you?” I asked keeping my emotions to myself. There was not only dread inside me but a little excitement.
“5’8 and a half. You?”
“5’7,” I replied with a dry mouth.
Ariana was now officially taller than me.
Her growth didn't stop there. Every week, she grew another half inch, always forcing me to stand in front of her to compare our heights. Still at 5’7, I barely reached Ariana’s mouth, with her height of 5’10.
One day, I noticed that her arms were looking a bit more toned. “Have you been working out?” I asked.
Her face instantly brightened. “Yes, I’ve started to do a lot of push-ups and sit-ups. Look at my bicep!”
Suddenly, she flexed, showing a decently toned bicep. My mouth started watering.
“H-how big are they?” I stuttered, not taking my eyes off of her biceps.
She smiled knowingly at me. “12 inches. But they’ll get bigger, that’s for sure!”
Like a promise, she flexed eve harder, making her biceps pop.
“And that’s not all. Look at my abs!”
The beginning of a six- pack was starting to form on Ariana’s stomach. She was slowly turning into my dream woman, with her height now at 5’11 and new, hard muscles popping up on her body.
I couldn’t wait to see Ariana’s new gains, but the next day she was absent. And the day after that. I was a week before I saw her in school and what I saw I couldn’t believe. Neither could the other students.
Even crouching, Ariana couldn’t hide her new growth spurt. She was definitely 6 foot now. However, I couldn’t see her muscle growth since she was wearing loose sweats. And I couldn't talk to her since nearly the whole class was gaping at her new height. Though I wouldn’t know what to say.
During 3rd period, she passed a note to me.
Go to the girls bathroom after me.
I nodded back slightly, my breathing starting to get a little quick. What would I see when I went into the girls’ bathroom?
After she left, I waited 5 minutes before asking the teacher to go.
Peeking my head in the bathroom to make sure no one else was there, I slipped inside.
“Ariana?” I whispered.
Coming out of the stall was one of the most magnificent sights I’d ever seen. There was Ariana in all her glory, wearing a white top that was way too small and shorts. Slowly, with a swagger I’d never seen from her, she walked until she was right in front of me. Breathing hard, I stared down at her chest. Sticking out 3 inches, her chest was covered in all kinds of cuts and striations.
“Hi.”
Looking up, I saw the same kind smile on Ariana’s face, someone that I’d known for years. But she had completely transformed into an Amazonian beauty. And we were still in 6th grade!
“I’m 6’3 now.” Ariana said in a silky voice, answered my unsaid question. “I’ve been using my brother’s weights too. Want to see my muscles?”
Without even waiting for my answer, she flexed. Directly in front of my face was a mountain of muscle. Slowly, as Ariana poured more force into her flex, her bicep grew, grew until it was practically the size of my face.
“19 inches. Not too bad, considering I only had a week to grow.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I looked up are Arianna in awe. 7 inches in one week?!? It was unbelievable.
Ariana smirked. “That’s not the only thing that improved.”
Slowly, she lifted her shirt, revealing an eight- pack that would put any male bodybuilder to shame. I ran my hand over those cobblestones, trailing my finger down the separations. Then she flexed.
I let out a little yelp as my finger was engulfed by her muscle. Up to my knuckle, my finger was completely immobile, trapped between Ariana’s abs. She laughed, squeezing my finger even harder, before letting go.
She walked back into the stall, showing her wide back. It was nearly as wide as the stall itself.
She tossed a measuring tape into my hand. “Let’s compare!”
Again, she held up her arm, flexing and unflexing, until her bicep grew right in front of my eyes. I reached up to her arm, wrapping the measuring her arm. I gulp a few times before calling out
“19 and 3/4 of an inch.”
Ariana’s brow furrowed and she started relaxing and tensing her arm again, finally flexing hard enough for her arm to tremble. My jaw dropped open when I looked at the new measurement.
“21 inches!”
She smiled, holding her arm closer to my face. I licked it, nervously looking up at Ariana. She smiled, saying “We’ll have time for that later. Let’s finish up measuring.”
I sank to me knees. My heart dropped as I looked up at Ariana. Would this soon be my fate, with Ariana’s amazing growth?
She tensed her thigh. I wrapped the measuring tape around her tanned leg, letting my hand trail upon her soft skin.
“26 inches.” I whispered.
Again, she flexed with all her might, nodding at me to measure again.
“28 in-”
Before I could finish speaking, she wrapped those thighs around my head.
My hand instantly went up to those pythons, trying, but having no luck in denting them. Slowly, she started to squeeze, her thighs growing until they engulfed my face. I felt like my face would be crushed like an eggshell, as the pressure kept on increasing and increasing. Starting to run out of air, I started pounding on the powerhouses Ariana called legs. They just bounced right off.
Finally, she left go and as I caught my breath, she held out her thigh for me to measure.
“30 inches.” I said, looking way up at Ariana.
