"Fuck it," Sara said, lifting up the bottle, "I'm tired of being small." she popped the cork out, wrapped her lips around the top, and drank it. The young girl winced at the awful sensation on her tongue, nearly tearing up at the sulphurous, yet also scaldingly alcoholic taste. But she drank it. All of it.
Sara put the bottle back down on the table in triumph, coughing and gagging. "That tasted like cat piss and ass!"
Liz snorted a little, standing to pat her friend's back. "I think maybe you're supposed to mix it with something else--whoa!" Her eyes widened at the bottle, which was, in defiance of reality, refilling itself before their very eyes.
"It's...refilling on its own!"said Liz, her eyes drawing back warily to her friend. "If the part about it magically filling back up is true....then what about...."
Sara let out a deep moan, panting as she arched her torso over the table. "My shirt feels tight..." she grunted, beginning to visibly sweat--and felt her breasts press against, and start to rest upon, the table top.
"You're getting bigger!" Liz said, in unison with Sara saying "I'm growing!" Her formerly baggy black tee shirt was filling up with titflesh, from nothing to baseballs, to grapefruits...honeydew size before her growth began to slow. Sara stood up, towering over her friend at just over six feet, shorts reduced to a thong, belly bulging over the waistband.
"I'm big!"Sara said, laughing as she ran her hands down along her new body, giving her new breasts several squeezes, and bounces, and then finally turning around and deliver a loud smack to her new, pumped-up butt.
A set of headlights then flashed through the kitchen windows.
"Oh shit," Liz muttered, "that's your brother. I thought you said he wouldn't be home till late..."
A. Sara drinks a bit more from the bottle, getting even larger. "Time to show him what it's like to be pushed around!"
B. Sara chugs down the entire bottle, her clothes bursting off of her and getting too tall for the ceiling, and too wide for the doors. She's stuck!
C. Liz drinks down the bottle next, and grows. Roger finds two big girls waiting for him in the kitchen.
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