I really enjoyed writing this story, and like a lot of my other stories, I hit a brick wall and have no idea where to go with it. I know I have that other story that I didn't finish, but we'll see if this one inspires me a bit more to finish it. Anyway, a story about an extremely intelligent, female and her wild friend who convinced her to "examine" and magical glory hole that alters the size of those who use it. ----------------------- "Apparently, the guy they have lined up for you is one of the best." "I...I really am unsure of this. There are many factors to worry about. What if I happen to aquire...er...catch a venereal disease?" "Trust me on this one, okay? I made sure the guy is clean. It's gonna be an experience you'll never forgot. Remember, this isn't just some glory hole." "I am still uncertain about this whole ordeal. Forgive me for sounding skeptical, even in the face of such...evidence." "What?" Sometimes I forget that Lynn is not a bright girl. She has her traits and flaws, like anyone else. She tends to live on the wild side, while I'm the opposite. I worried constantly about her regardless. Her constant years of hedonism will catch up with her, and I intended to prevent such a fate for my childhood friend. I was unable to convince her to reflect on herself... at least until recent events. I vowed that I would get out more and have more fun, if she would simply pick up a book, and cease her horrible trait of "gold digging". I never bothered to repeat myself, or dumb down my words. She always required constant explanations, and I encouraged her to critically think about things on her own. If I repeated myself, she would never learn. A pretentious mindset, I agree, but this is a stance that must be taken with her. "Observing the effects of this glory hole on you has me curious. This defies all modern science, and I find it hard to believe that no one has even attempted to study it's effects." I said, looking around at the consumers of this trendy establishment. "I'm curious as to the rules, I would not want to cause unwanted attention to myself, or cause a Faux pas..." "What?" Lynn said again. "Tell me any rules please." I said, slightly frustrated. I didn't like this scene. The club scene. A scene where people indulge in their most basic urges, without any deep or meaningful thought. I despised these people. "Well, you just go in, and you wait. A guy will come and put his foot under the stall. Put your foot under as well. He'll stick his cock through, and you go to town." Lynn said, bluntly, to the extent where I worried that this was something she did often. I convinced myself it was because of her simplicity. "How much will I be altered?" I asked, shocked by a gorgeous women striding past me, easily 80 centimeters taller than I. "Well, they told me that was based of two things. How big the guy is, and how much you hold back your urges or something." "So how does it effect males then?" "That depends on how big the girl is." "So what if two average or petite adults are in the stalls?" "Oh, no, at least one of them has to have already been changed." "Then how has this whole...miracle begun? The first person must have already been altered." "I dunno." Lynn said. "Why does it matter? Let's just go in there, and make you huge." Me and Lynn slowly made our way to this magic glory hole. My curious nature forced me to observe those around me. They ranged from Lynn's height, up to what I estimated was 250 centimeters. A height that was previously only reserved for a handful of humans with growth disorders, was now attained by 60% of the people in this room. I felt like a child, at my 165 centimeter stature. Not a single being was shorter than 190 centimeters in height. I deduced this, because Lynn's current height was 190 centimeters, and she had the smallest stature here. "Hey Lynn! Bringing a new one?" I heard female call out. "Rachel!" Lynn shouted, and hugged her friend. A friend that stood above the other females here. "Rachel, this is Tiffany." "Nice to meet you...wait a second. I remember you. Tifa, right?" Rachel asked. My face twisted into a confused look. How did she remember my nickname from High school? It hit me suddenly, like a hundred bats held by a bunch of giants at a magical night club. This was Rachel Rodgers, the stuck up cheerleader in high school. Her jealousy of me caused her to attempt to harass me constantly. Our high school was massive, housing 2,000 students, so avoiding such a foul person was easy. "That was my nickname in high school, yes." I said, recalling the origin of the name. My appearance resembles that of the character from my favorite video game while I was in high school. This, though, was almost 5 years ago. The reason that Rachel targeted me was my breast size. In high school, my bosom swelled into an F cup. This happened in my sophomore year, when Rachel gained her popularity because of her DD breasts being the largest of our class. When I surpassed her, she felt spite toward me. I immediately grew defensive facing her, especially at her now massive size. "Oh my God! I can't believe I still remember you! How are you!" She said, bending down, and giving me a hug. I was shocked. For a number of reasons. I am not a social person. Hugs surprise me. Hugs from former enemies surprise me. Hugs from a 256 cm tall amazon women with breasts so massive that they almost caused me to fall to the ground...shocked me. "I've been doing well." I said, trying to stay civil. "Tiffany here just got her masters degree, and her book was published by...some...medical journal in England." Lynn attempted to explain. "Really!? Wow, we always knew you'd end up rich." Rachel said. "By the way, sorry about anything that happened in high school." I paused. "Don't mention it." I cared so little about those events, that I did not even want to seem like I cared about her apology. "I will admit, I never thought I'd see you at a place like this." "Well, after seeing Lynn her going from 149 centimeters to her current height, I was too curious to ignore it." I explained, and hoped Lynn would keep her mouth shut. "Nuh uh! That's not the only thing! Tiffany here is still a virgin, Rachel!" Lynn said. I felt my face turn red, and looked down. "Shut up!" Rachel said. "Seriously! She's scared of guys. She made a promise to do something like this. She's just lucky that it deals with making her grow too!" I was annoyed, and Rachel sensed it, and tried to avoid the topic. But Lynn didn't notice, and continued, before I cut her off. "So Rachel, how tall are you now?" "8 feet, 5 inches." She said, proudly. "I've been the biggest one here ever since. But if Tifa here really is a virgin, she might just pass me." "256 centimeters." I said, trying to mask that I was shocked with statement about my virginity. I hadn't thought about that. I was a very introverted, sheltered girl, extremely scared of my sexuality, and it's effect on other people. Extremely scared of rejection, of intimacy, of commitment. If what Lynn said was true, then I'd have to hope the guy I got was on the smaller end of these giant. "Yeah, forgot to warn you Rach, Tiffany here only talks in the Canadian system." Lynn said, and giggled a bit. "Metric." I said. "That is an impressive height. I examined Rachel and Lynn, and the other females. Their bodies seemed to be varied, there was no pattern. From what I could remember, it was just an amplification. Rachel was always fit, and that was reflected, with her toned body, and the fact that her large chest was amplified. Lynn's body amplified in the same way, she remained thin and in shape, except her breasts and height were amplified. Lynn paused, and smiled. "Okay!" She said, agreeing with me. "Not everyone gets as lucky as you Rach." Lynn said. "Yeah, you're right. The chances of her getting The Gump is low. He might not even be here." "The Gump?" I asked.