Plots and Plans
Chloe
and Kayla were even more affectionate than usual tonight. They sat together on the other end of the
couch, Chloe snuggled up on Kayla’s lap. Abigail was grateful she couldn’t hear their
sweet nothings over the sound of the movie. If there was a question about whether Kayla
would be comfortable with a more muscular Chloe, it was answered. She seemed fascinated – squeezing the smaller
woman’s shoulders, and biceps, and when she thought Abigail wasn’t paying
attention, her thighs as well.
It
wasn’t that she was jealous, Abigail thought. She was happy for her friends. She didn’t generally have a problem with
public displays of affection, either. It
was just that the day had been frustrating. It was never likely that Elijah was going to
jump in the sack with her the moment she grew a few inches. He seemed the type to take things slow. But try explaining that to her libido. She hadn’t dated anyone in months, and far
longer than that since she’d been with someone who knew what they were doing in
the bedroom. Plus, with their new living
arrangement, finding time to self-pleasure was a serious logistical challenge. She was so hard up, even that Dylan kid got
her motor running – a little.
When you
found yourself lusting after a freshman, you had problems.
It was
around the time that Chloe started giggling, and Kayla’s voice dipped into that
seductive growl of hers, that Abigail pointed out they should post reviews for
Eve’s shop. They’d made a pact after
all, and it was a bad idea not to keep a promise with a witch.
Chloe
dutifully got out her phone. “How do you
write a review for a store that sells magic potions? We can’t exactly tell the truth here. ‘Five out of five, my friend grew eight inches
overnight and I got big sexy muscles.’”
Abigail
was already typing. “You remember how
Eve talks? No lies, but her words have
broad interpretations. You play it like
that. Okay, here’s mine. ‘Products are a joy to use. Better results than expected. Would recommend, would try again.’”
Chloe
gave her an inquisitive look. Her thumbs
began to move. “’I sampled Eve’s green
formula. I’ve tried other supplements,
but I was amazed at how quickly this worked. My girlfriend loves the results. I’m a true believer, definitely want to keep
using this.”
Kayla
squeezed her from behind. “I certainly
do love the results. Abby might want to
wear earplugs tonight, because I intend to show you just how much.”
Chloe
and Abigail were staring at each other.
“So,”
Abigail said casually. “Is that part at
the end true? Where you said you want to
keep using?”
“It
might be.” Chloe gave an innocent shrug.
“Didn’t you say you’d try yours again,
too?”
“I
already submitted my review, and there’s no way I’m lying to a witch. So it has to be true, doesn’t it?”
“I guess
it does.” Chloe tapped on her phone. “Okay. So we’re doing this.”
“Woah,
hold on,” Kayla said. “Are you serious? The two of you got really lucky. Nobody thinks anything weird is going on yet. How on Earth do you think you can get away
with another dose?”
“I’ll
just say I had a growth spurt. Who’s
going to argue with me? And if they
don’t believe me, what are they going to do? Throw me in magic jail?”
“For all
you know that’s a real thing! And Chloe.
I love your muscles, don’t get me
wrong….”
“But you
don’t want the competition.” She
smirked, and gently booped Kayla on the tip of the nose. “Would it be scary if I was actually stronger
than you, cutie?”
Something
passed between Kayla and Chloe on a wavelength that Abigail couldn’t quite
follow.
Kayla
sighed again – though this time she was smiling. “I guess I can’t stop you, can I?”
“You
sure can’t. And speaking of
unstoppable….” She turned to Abigail, an
apologetic look on her face. “Hey, um. You’ll still have a third of your growth
potion left over after you take a second dose, right? Could I possibly… have it?”
“Ha! Yeah, I suppose. I can’t imagine wanting to be taller than
five-eleven. Don’t want to be the
shortest one in our friend group, huh?”
Kayla
looked on the verge of panic. “You’re
not only going to get stronger, but taller too? How am I going to keep up with you? I’m already going to the gym as much as my
body and work schedule will allow. You’re seriously going to leave me in the
dust, after I’ve worked so hard. That’s
not fair!”
Chloe’s
expression immediately became sympathetic. “Oh sweetie! I’m not doing this to hurt you! I thought you liked it when I could push you
around a little?”
“I did,”
Kayla said. “But I like pushing you
around, too. It’s going to be all
one-sided if you grow that much.”
“Kay…
there’s an easy solution to this. I’ll
have a dose of green potion left over. You can have it. That way you’ll still be stronger than me, and
taller too. Maybe then you can go to the
gym a little less. Spend more time
sleeping.” She grinned sheepishly, and
ran her fingertip along Kayla’s sternum. “Or, more time in bed, anyway.”
“You’re
sure it’s not steroids?” she asked, in a tiny voice.
Chloe
stood on tiptoes, and kissed her. “Positive.”
“Ah
damn,” Abigail said. “I was going to ask
to trade. Since I’m giving you my growth
potion. I thought it’d be nice to put on
a little muscle tone myself.”
“Oh. Sorry. I guess I could….”
“No,
Kayla comes first. She hasn’t had a
chance to try any of these potions yet, and anyway, she’s your girlfriend.”
“But
you’re my best friend.”
Kayla
stepped between them, a mischievous expression on her face. “You know there’s an easy solution to this. We could go see Eve tomorrow, and get more
muscle potion. I’m honestly interested
in meeting her. You said she’s
six-foot-four, and gorgeous? I want to
see this girl that Abby’s got a crush on.”
“I don’t
have a crush….”
“Plus
maybe she has other things we can try!” Chloe said excitedly. “Like, we could do something about Abigail’s
flat little butt.”
“My flat
little…!”
“It’s
decided then,” Kayla said. “I’m free
around noon. How does that work for the
two of you?”
Noon
worked.
“I can’t
help but feel this is the part of the story where things start to come
unhinged,” Abigail said.
“You
read too many fantasy novels,” Chloe replied.
“One
other hitch, while we’re at it. Remember
this morning, when neither of us had anything to wear? That’s going to be a huge problem if we’re
both taller. If you’re five-ten, and I’m
five-eleven….”
“Maybe
we can fit in Kayla’s clothes?”
Kayla
shook her head. “I’m a total beanpole. I doubt even Abby’s hips would fit in my jeans
if she has another growth spurt. And no
offense Klo, but with your curves, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Abigail
smiled slyly. “We do have another
option. Did Mackenzie’s Monday night guy
leave yet?”
“Yeah. He snuck out the back stairs about an hour
ago.”
Five
minutes later, the two of them were in front of Mackenzie’s door. Chloe had put on an oversized hoodie to hide
the changes to her physique. Abigail
affected a slouch against the doorframe.
Mackenzie
answered their knock, wearing a fuzzy blue onesie with a knit picture of a
rabbit on the chest. It looked
appropriate for a child of around six, and on her most decidedly adult frame,
extremely suggestive. “Hey you two. Everything okay?”
“Oh
yeah, totally okay.” Abigail laughed nervously.
“The two
of us were just talking,” Chloe added.
“Remember
how I borrowed Chloe’s dress today? And
you said it looked good?”
“And you
were saying how nice it is when people notice you….”
“And you
have such amazing fashion sense….”
“And we
were thinking it might be nice….”
“Totally
okay if not…”
Mackenzie
blinked. “Wait. Are you asking if you can borrow my clothes?”
Abigail
and Chloe exchanged a sheepish look.
“Oh my
gosh!” Mackenzie broke out in a giant smile. “You guys! You have no idea how happy this makes me! Come in, come in!”
Mackenzie
had the largest bedroom in the apartment by far. It was immaculately decorated, with soft
pastel-toned furniture and numerous fluffy throw rugs. There was a lot of furniture that looked like
it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit on – more like it was built to lounge upon
while someone fed you grapes. There were
also an alarming number of mirrors.
She led
them to the back of the room, and dramatically threw open the door to her
walk-in closet. “Here we are. Don’t be shy, poke around. Formal attire is in the back, lingerie and
activewear on the left. On the right are
my more conservative outfits, like the stuff you’d wear to meet someone’s
parents. It goes from slutty to proper
if you follow it clockwise, and everyday to special occasion from front to
back. The exception is that rack close
to the door – see how it’s labeled by day? Don’t take anything from there unless you warn
me. And see the red hangers? Those are my emergency outfits. Definitely tell me if you want to take one of
those, especially with the party coming up.”
“You’re
really okay if we pick something out?” Abigail said.
Mackenzie
looked hurt. “You guys are my friends. My Besties. You can take anything. Any time! You don’t even have to ask.”
Chloe
and Abigail made their way back to the living room, each carrying an outfit. “I feel kind of bad that she’s going to be the
shortest girl in the house tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Chloe opened her mouth as if to suggest
something.
She shut
it again.
“Anyway,”
Abigail said. “We’re on for noon
tomorrow, right? Let's mix up our
potions and hit the hay.”
“Okay. I’ll get Kayla.” She began to walk away. Then suddenly stopped. “Did Mackenzie say something about a party?”
END OF MONDAY
~Size Update~
Abigail
5’4”, 122lbs; +8 inches and 41 lbs.
Bench Press: 60 lbs.; +20 lbs.
“And growing!”
Eve
Watching the game unfold. Liking what she sees.
Chloe
5’2”, 175 lbs. +11 lbs
Bench Press: 155 lbs. +70 lbs.
“Knowledge is power!”
Kayla
6’1”, 196 lbs
Bench Press: 200 lbs.
Seems less cool now.
Mackenzie
5’9”, 160 lbs
Bench Press: 90 lbs.
“Why do you keep asking?”
Lilith
“You’re only getting this much because I like you. Don’t push your luck.”
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