Author: rugbyguilt
Ashley turns the gun around, points the gun at herself and fires. Immediately, she begins growing, and I watch as she goes from 4'3", roughly the same height of my breasts, to more than six feet.
She's staring down at me now, reveling in how much taller she is than me now. For years, she had always been picked on for being the shortest girl in her class. Ashley had nicknames like "Shrimp," or "Pigmy." It wasn't her fault; she just had a growth hormone problem. Well she would never have that problem again.
Ashley took a few steps toward me and I instinctively move back a little. I'm only 5'2" myself, so to look up at an eleven year old that is more than a foot taller than me t this point was a little bit scary.
Don't get me wrong; she wasn't a bad kid. It's just that she always seemed to have a rebellious streak in her, always causing trouble or acting out in some way. She even got my younger sister suspended for a few days once for convincing her to throw a rock through the classroom window of a particular teacher that was giving both girls a hard time.
Ashley took one giant step and is standing in front of me. I look up into her face, as she puts her hands on her hips. I think about running. I turn around, ready to take off, but before I can get even a few feet away, Ashley grabs me by the arm. I pull repeatedly, trying to break her grip, but she's far stronger than I am.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asks me, a serious look on her face. She lets go of my arm and points the gun at herself again, growing another 2 feet. I am now even with her chest.
The giant girl looms over me, stepping forward and bumping me playfully with her body. I bounce back a few steps with each bump, grunting in pain with every impact.
She stops soon and laughs at my peril. "Hey, I know," she says, her face brightening up. "Let's go upstairs and play with your sister"
"Well, I don't think that's such a good--" Suddenly, Ashley grabs my arm and drags me along with her. I have to run to keep up, or risk my shoulder becoming dislocated.
The 11 year old soon ascends the stairs, and I hear as each step groans loudly underneath, the increased weight of the girl becoming too much for the wooden panels to take.
We approach my sister's room and Ashley knocks loudly. I hear my sister stir inside and she soon comes to the door, staring up at her humongous friend and seeing me standing beside her.
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