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“There’s no way you got a bottle of Jumbo Gro. They’ve been sold out everywhere,” Annie said, not believing the evidence before her eyes.

“Look at me. Do you really think I’m lying?” Bella asked.

Annie was having trouble wrapping her mind around it, but it was clear that her dorm mate was telling the truth. Since they’d moved in at the start of their freshman year of college, the two girls had been roughly the same size. Maybe 5’3” and 125 pounds, give or take a little weight as the year progressed. But here Bella was, her head nearly brushing the high ceilings and her body swollen out in exaggerated curves.

“So how much did you drink?” Annie asked, finally believing her newly large friend.

“That’s the thing. I barely took the tiniest sip. Just to see if it would work,” Bella placed one hand on her newly expansive hip while the other softly caressed her chest. “That stuff is STRONG,” she added, looking far down at her friend, still surprised that she had started the day at that size.

Annie was nervous to ask, but she screwed up her courage. “Are you going to grow more? And what about me?” This last bit came out in barely a meek whisper.

Bella stepped forward, encroaching on her roommate’s personal space, and brought the smaller girl in for a soft hug, driving the poor girl’s face deep into her new cleavage. When Annie came up for air, Bella had a huge grin.

“Oh, I’m getting bigger. And I wanted you to grow with me,” she said with a smile. “I left the bottle with Zelda over at the library. She said she’d keep it safe.”

Zelda was their third roommate. Quiet and sweet, her part-time job at the school’s library was a perfect fit.

Bella led the way out of their dorm room, bending and squeezing to fit through doorways, and Annie followed closely behind, marveling at Bella’s new body. Her hips alone nearly took up the entire hallway as they swung heavily back and forth with each step. And those legs were long enough that Annie nearly had to jog to keep up.

They made it to the library, followed by stares from all across campus, and stepped inside only to immediately realize that something was wrong.

People were streaming out quickly, heading for the doors. Annie was bumped aside hard and people even ran into Bella as they hurried out, although the big girl didn’t even shift.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have left it with Zelda,” Bella said softly as they watched their friend steadily growing, seemingly lost in the sensations, from across the room.

First her hair changed from brunette to blonde. Then Gloria started to inch higher and higher up in her chair as her body lengthened from 4' 11" to 6' 1". Things blurred around Tom as Gloria's body kept transforming in front of him. Entering the establishment Gloria had lacked any real curves, carrying modest B cups, now her hoodie was being pulled away from her and the zipper forced down by the swelling mounds.

“Hello, this is Amy Whittingham. I am about to run trial 143-c. With the changes I made it should in fact stimulate the parts of my brain and achieve our goal of breast size being equal to intelligence.” Amy said as she spoke to her camera. Always sure to film any tests or record any thoughts for review later.

“Now this is just a low EM pulse, so as far as I can tell only I will be infected.” Amy stood up and adjusted the camera to follow her. “In past test the beginning is the same. I measured myself earlier and I am still a 30-AAA. I wore this shirt as a good luck token.” She said showing off her comical T-shirt reading: Nerds have bid hard drives. “Even though I don’t believe in luck, I do think the 143rd time is the charm.”

Without any other chatter she turned her attention to her work top and flipped a series of switches. The over head light above her dimmed only slightly. The only sign of anything working. Amy sighed.

“Test 143-c unsuccessfu….” she stopped mid sentence as she felt a tightness and burning in her chest. “It’s working. I can feel something has happened. My bra feels a bit tighter now. I need to get out of the lab and home, I will continue once I arrive.”

Amy was in a fury of delight and fear as she grabbed her camera and made her way to her car. She wasn’t sure if her calculations of averages pan out as she intended. She could already feel her budding breasts push more forcefully against her tiny bra.

“Update” Amy said at a gas station, she had turned on the camera and pointed it to the driver’s side. “My breasts are growing considerably. I had to discard my bra as it was getting painful. I am about half way home and if I were to assume, I’m close to an American F-cup. As you can see.” She said as she got out of the car and hung her breasts down. The volume was taking up more and more space in her shirt. “I will update again once I get home. I am very pleased with the results so far. I need to get out of public eye.” Amy finish as she turned off the camera.

Amy made it home her shirt stretched tight across her swollen chest, near to the point of ripping. She put the camera on her stand and began to record.

Looking down she was shocked at how much her breasts had grown again.

Making her way to her journal she made the days observation.

Day 63;

Morning:

“My breasts are clearly bigger. If my bra is any indicator then I am well past an G cup. And judging by my pants I’m past my old height. Will measure later today.”

Amy put down her journal and did her best to finish her morning routine. After eating breakfast exercising, and showering she was ready to measure herself and do her mid-day report. The journal was her way of keeping everything as normal as she could ever since she started growing so quickly.

Afternoon: