More Growth Fantasies

Just like in my very own case, her breast region was the first to undergo changes. The woman took a couple of deep, relaxing breaths, and as the air filled her lungs, I could definitely take note of a handful of details also becoming rather overflowing. Her assets, wrapped in the previously mentioned decaying material of the institution’s uniform, began to take on a rounder, more imposing shape as they gradually pushed the shirt closer and closer to its limits. The small gaps between each and every pair of buttons first went through a rather short lived disappearance, before they made their return in a different manner stretched out by Miss Wilkins growing mounds. I could literally see my teacher’s chest gaining more and more volume by each passing second, and although I was exclusively aiming the serum to improve Mr. Anderson’s parameters, I couldn’t help but ever so faintly lick the surface of my bottom lip a soft gasp echoing through my mind. I was helpless against the sensation as my previous vigour was pretty much still present in my veins, and it didn’t help me at all to see this almost completely flawless woman undergoing the transformation. The way the beforehand visible creases were vanished from the professor’s shirt as it turned into a tight, body-fitting jersey that left little to the imagination, it was making my blood boil, and it was only the tip of the iceberg…
Her frame was not only developing at the soft tissue, but also in height, her sleeves ever so slightly slipping upward from her wrists, with a similar scene being displayed down at her feet, where a small hint of ebony skin became visible at the ankles. The fact that Miss Wilkins was right next to Mr. Anderson, their shoulders just inches away provided an almost unnecessary chart for my gaze to track her growth, nevertheless one I couldn’t complain about. Her chocolate locks brushing against his arm as they rose, together with her prosperous chest climbing to almost shoulder height of the man served as a fine estimation regarding the inches she gained, and I almost gasped with wonder as I realised that she had to be 5’9 at least, if not straightforward 5’10. Down at her waist, I could first notice the edges of her shirt, previously tucked in the belt of her dark set of jeans slipping out of their prison, soon scaling higher and higher from her pockets while simultaneously departing from the tummy as a result of her developing assets. Her jeans also became tighter on her frame, giving out the impression of stretched pants as a result of her body pushing them to the limit from inside. As her growth halted, the woman released a soft sigh, a barely audible ‘oh’, that still made me realise that she must be going through similar needs as me, though perhaps not as intensely.
Nevertheless, that single gasp was enough for my heart to skip a beat, and for my mouth to go dry forcing me to gulp that way. A new realisation ran through my mind: what if my tutors notice the changes on Miss Wilkins? It wouldn’t take much effort to realise something was off and since the strange events occurred seconds after she drank from the bottle previously standing right next to me, I could easily and rightfully be accused of poisoning my professor. With this little concern in the corner of my mind, it was rather understandable that I instinctively and ever so slightly casted my gaze to the ground as Mr. Anderson, alerted by his colleague’s moan, turned towards the woman.
“Huh? Patricia?”, he asked with nervousness in his tone, being rather unsure of what was going on with the woman, that strangely enough felt even more prosperous and overwhelming to him than usual.
‘She must be wearing heels of some sort…’, he mused having no other explanation for the strangeness of the moment, although, if I hadn’t been too scared to look up, I could have noticed the apparent frown distorting his brows at the sight of Miss Wilkins. Nevertheless, he still sounded mainly concerned about her condition when he spoke again.
“Is everything alright?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, of course, I just felt a little tingly that’s all. Wow, I must have been completely dehydrated, I feel all so refreshed and lively all of a sudden! That water truly made wonders, haha…”, she answered with a sheepish beam and a small giggle that served ideally for my nerves to finally calm down. It seemed none of them realised what just happened, although I couldn’t help but notice quite a few traits on the both of them upon glancing up. First, as I could have guessed from the tone she used, I noticed a pair of soft roses blooming on the woman’s cheeks, though I wasn’t sure whether completely out of embarrassment or something more, but I was confident I saw her flushing. Then, there was Mr. Anderson, my, or rather our, dear Tobias, at whom I only had to glance once and I knew something was off. Something was off about the way he eyed Miss Wilkins, and I couldn’t help but have the impression that I saw a slight amount of disturbance, even sparks of insult playing in his gaze. Perhaps this realisation was more than a plain trick of my mind as my science teacher also seemed to take notes of the change making her even more flustered than before. Needs demanded actions and so I was cut short of my thoughts about the matter by Miss Wilkins.
“Shall we go, Amanda? I really don’t want to keep you waiting, my dear…”, she hummed on her casual soft tone, a tone that still managed to send goosebumps of excitement down my spine before I nodded.
“Of course, Miss…”, I said humbly with a small beam as an attempt to ease her up a bit, but there was a part of me that just couldn’t wait watching her drink more of the water that caused her minor difficulties. The professor now turned to Mr. Anderson, a sheepish grin on her lips.
“We’ll talk later, right?”, she whispered in a shy manner.
“O-Of course!”, the man nodded and I could clearly see him turning his frowning gaze towards his colleague’s back(obviously, also towards her rear) apparently being still lost of thoughts.
“Good bye, Mr. Anderson!”, I said quickly with sour and disappointment towards the man as I quickly rushed after my tutor, my gaze hypnotised by Miss Wilkins ample, and improved rump…