You walked through the door, and strode across the darkened concourse, your footsteps echoing on the tile, until you stopped in front of the door to the court. You turned and glanced at Dr. Cushing. She nodded, and you pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Your jaw dropped. The entire basketball court was occupied by your daughter. Katie was sitting cross-legged on the polished wood floor. A banner in the school colors was wrapped around her chest, looking like it had been ripped down from the rafters to serve as clothing. The words “Conference Champs 1972” were stretched and distorted as the banner strained against Katie’s ample bust. Instead of a title banner, she was using what looked like a painter’s tarp as a skirt, and it strained against her hips and barely covered any of her thighs.
As you had walked in, Katie had lifted her hand out her lap, and hastily tried to smooth her makeshift skirt. “Dad!” she cried when she saw it was you.
“Katie! Honey, are you OK?” you called up to her.
Katie shifted her massive body, and the floor under her groaned. “It’s so strange! Everything’s so small!” She fidgeted some more. “And I feel really weird...but also sort of good?” She took a deep breath, and you heard some seams in her makeshift top pop, and for the first time noticed her stiff nipples denting the fabric of the banner.
You leaned over and asked Dr. Cushing in a low voice, “is she...turned on by this?”
Dr. Cushing winced, but then gave a small nod. “It seems to be a side effect of the fertilizer. She’s been in a state of, um, heightened arousal since she started growing.”
As if on cue, Katie let out a low moan and squirmed. The floor shook slightly as she adjusted position, stretching her long legs in front of her, then started rubbing her huge thighs together. You averted your eyes, mortified.
Dr. Cushing pulled you away to stand by the bleachers. Her hushed tone became a little more frantic. “Mr. Hightower, we’re in a tight spot. We’ve observed that Katie’s growth accelerates when she’s sexually stimulated.” She gestured to where your daughter was still moaning and squirming on the gym floor. “She didn’t grow this big just calming lying on an exam table. And she was less than half this size when we brought her to the gym, less than 30 minutes ago.” She blew out a breath and looked you in the eye, and for the first time you could see the worry, even the fear, in them. “And the larger she grows, the more intensely aroused she seems to get. It’s a feedback loop we’re, uh, we’re struggling to control.”
As if to emphasize the doctor’s point, Katie let out another low moan. Her body shuddered and she started gently bucking her hips.
You blinked trying to process what Dr. Cushing was saying. “So...you’re telling me, that the more Katie...masturbates, the bigger and faster she grows, and the bigger she gets, the...hornier she gets. Do I have it?”
Dr. Cushing nodded gravely. “That’s about it.”
“Can’t you just knock her out until you get her an antidote?” You blinked, then glared at the woman. “Is there an antidote? What are you actually doing about this?” Your voice was rising, and a little hysteria was creeping in. This was your about your daughter. In danger.
Dr. Cushing raised her hands placatingly. “We tried sedating her, but it took too long to take effect, and she was growing too fast at the time. She basically outgrew the dosages we gave her, and we couldn’t keep up. And now,” she gestured back toward Katie again, “we simply don’t have enough of anything to sedate anyone that size.
“And we are working on an antidote. Something that will, at minimum, halt her growth. But it’s going to take time. For now, we need to keep her calm and try to minimize any...stimulation.”
1) You successfully distract Katie from her...urges. At least for the time being.
2) It’s no use. Katie can’t keep her hands off herself.
3) Suddenly, the building shakes and you hear screams coming from outside. Someone figured out what was happening to Katie, and they wanted in on it...
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