Chapter #4She goes to her boyfriend Stephen by: MossyA “But wait, where are you going?” Justin asked, trying to somehow position his hands in a way that would stop Christine from grabbing the two remaining bottles on the table. But Christine, already an incredibly athletic girl before the growth, now possessed the size and strength of a guy football player of equivalent height and easily shoved the nerd aside.
“Nowhere, just to the locker room” She said with a smile while taking hold of the energy drink bottles and putting them in her backpack “Now if you will excuse me”
“Wait! The girls locker room? But you don't know how they'll react to it." Justin protested. As much as he wanted to witness a rampaging giantess, he wanted to be at least in control and be able to stop her if things went out of hand.
“Me?” Christine said in surprise, rubbing her hand down her toned abdomen, partially exposed by her shirt which was too short and too tight for her size now “Who said I was going to the girls’ locker room you pervert. I’m heading to where the guys are at. See you later.”
Christine slipped out the door of the lab and hastily grabbed a mop in the hallway that the janitor had forgotten. She proceeded to jam it in the handles of the door, effectively locking Justin in, while she skipped off down the hallway… Stephen would be pleased, very pleased.
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Christine arrived at the male locker room and promptly let herself in. None of the footballers had issues with her knowing the access code to the locker room. After all, who didn’t love the sight of this incredibly hot beauty prancing in, usually dressed skimpily, and triggering a testosterone-fest in the room of eighty or so football jocks? They were treated to a stunning sight each time she visited her boyfriend Stephen before football practice, which was essentially every day of the week.
Something was different about Christine today, but it wasn’t immediately noticeable. She had always been toned but today she looked even more athletic; and as she walked confidently across the locker room, plenty of eyebrows (and erections) were raised. It wasn’t the added height that put her eye-to-eye with most of the still-growing football players or how it looked like she was wearing clothes two sizes too small, and it wasn’t the additional muscle that made her arms and legs look noticeably more defined; it was as if Christine was emitting an invisible but intense aura; pheromones that were driving the guys crazy.
“So you’re finally eighteen as of last week, huh?” Christine giggled as she approached Stephen “Finally as old as I am” Christine had turned eighteen the month before at the start of the semester.
“Chrissy? You… thanks…” Stephen stopped what he was doing and stood shirtless and slightly baffled at Christine. “You look amazing today. Did you…” he couldn’t put a finger on what had changed, but whatever it was, Christine looked incredible and it was making his member rise within the confinements of his jockstrap.
“Happy belated 18th birthday sweetheart” Christine interrupted his thoughts with a hug “Sorry I couldn’t make it to the crazy dinner, but at least I was there for the after party, right?” Christine smiled as she reached for her bag. “Here, I brought you a little something…” After fiddling around lazily for one of the two bottles, Christine pulled out the… indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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