Two weeks passed since the incident and Amanda still hadn't returned to school. Justin tried calling her every other day, only to have her mother say she wasnt receiving any calls. This only caused Justin to feel even more guilty about what happened that day. He spent everyday poring over his notes to find where the problem with the formula lied. On Friday afternoon, Justin sat at the lab table engrossed in thought when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around to find Amanda grinning at him. He nearly fell off his stool.
"Amanda!! Is that you? Are you ok??"
"Why do you keep asking me that?? For the last time, I am fine!!"
"Geez!!! Well sorry for caring about you!! It won't happen again!!!
Amanda reached over and touched Justin's cheek.
"Justin, you are the kindest, sweetest boy I've ever known. My mom told me about all the phone calls. I swear to you, I'm okay. Even better than okay. See?"
Amanda stood back and let Justin get good look at her. She was wearing her usual pea-green hoodie and baggy, tan cargo pants. It was then that Justin realized that Amanda was looking him in his eyes!!
"You've gotten taller!!"
"That's one thing. Anything else?"
She turned in a slow circle for Justin. Her hair was in two braids but instead of stopping just above shoulders they now fell down her back almost to her hips.
"Your hair is longer. Extensions??"
"Nope, all mine. But that's two. Keep going Mr Science Whiz!"
"Hair, height, what else?" Justin thought. He looked at her closely. And it hit him.
"Your eyes!! They're gray instead of blue!!"
Amanda grinned as she took off her glasses.
"Ding,ding,ding!! Congratulations Mr Meacham! You're a winner. And now for your prize!!"
She began reaching for the zipper on her hoodie then changed her mind.
"On second thought, let's take this someplace a bit more private."
She grabbed his hand and led him to one of the storage closets in gymnatorium. After making sure the door was locked and bracing it with a chair she turned to Justin.
"First of all, let me say thank you for allowing me to be your guinea pig. The formula worked even better than I could've hoped for. Check out what else it did."
Amanda unzipped her hoodie and Justin gasped. Amanda was built like a bodybuilder! Broad, thick deltoids, unabridged dictionary thick pecs, and cobblestone like 8-pack abs. Her now FFF-cup breasts were straining the cheap cotton wife beater she was wearing to almost complete transparency. She slowly flexed her biceps to their 23 1/2 inch size.
"So. Do you like what you see??"
Justin swallowed hard in reply.
"I'll take that as a yes. This is why I didn't come back to school right away. After I realized the formula was working, I started using the universal machine my dad had bought some years ago. And I moved the weight bench into my room so I could do a chest workout every night before bed and every morning when I wake up. I took two weeks off to get really pumped up so I can show my last little surprise."
Amanda grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it off like it was tissue paper revealing her silver nipple studs and her navel ring. Then she unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to her ankles. Not only was she not wearing any panties but she had a tattoo of Justin's initials in a heart just above her vagina. She then kicked off her pants, and pushed Justin down onto a nearby folding chair. Amanda straddled his waist and pushed his face in between her breasts. She then held him there until she felt him struggling for air.
"Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out yet, you're my boyfriend now. If I catch any other bitches hanging around you, they're dead. Capisce??"
Justin nodded. Too scared and aroused to protest.
"Good boy. Before I forget..."
Amanda reached into her pants pocket and pulled out 300 dollars.
"What's this for??"
"After my mom saw what your formula did for me, she decided she wants some too. This is what I told her it would cost."
"What??"
"Hey. This stuff has the potential to make us millionaires. And besides, it's never too early to start saving for Ashley's college education."
"Ashley?? Who's Ashley??"
"The name of the baby I'm going let you fuck into me after we graduate high school of course!"
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