“We Can Split The Bottle And It Can Help Us Both Out,” Jessica Pleaded. “Come On, It’s A Perfect

“We can split the bottle and it can help us both out,” Jessica pleaded. “Come on, it’s a perfect plan,” the short and busty brunette told her friend. “I get to be tall. You get to be curvy. It’s a win/win situation.”

Her friend Rachel, 6’2” and built like a broomstick, finally gave in. “Sure. Let’s do it. We just need to be careful. I don’t want us to overdo it like some of the people we’ve seen around. You don’t know what it’s like to be too tall for normal things, but I’ve been this way for years.”

Jessica giggled, picturing herself towering over all her tormentors. And their houses. And whatever buildings they worked in. “Let’s go pick out some clothes,” she said, checking for the millionth time to make sure that the bottle of Jumbo Gro she’d purchased was still in her bag.

The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur and suddenly there they were, enormous.

“We got too big,” whined Rachel, trying to balance her new curves as they stood in the waters of the bay.

“No way,” Jessica responded with a laugh. “Look at those tits,” she said, bumping her friend in her new chest. “And that booty would impress Godzilla. This is perfect.”

Rachel tried to calm herself, looking around and looking at her equally sized friend. “I guess we could probably have some fun with this size.”