"Growing up Together" - Story (tags inside) Part 7 added 5/25!

make_her_grow · 04-26-2014

New Story. This story is of course purely fan fictional. Contains Female growth, gts, and eventual growth controlling ability. Rated pg-13 for moderate language and violence level. There will be NO vore or crush type of violence.

So with out further ado, here we go!

"Origins" Part 1

Kirsten Kelly and Greg Washington have been best friends as long as they could remember. From the time they grew up in the orphanage to now, one week away from Kirsten’s 22nd birthday. To celebrate this occasion, they’ve come to the state park they always come to once a year, same time every year.

The timing could never have been better. Especially recently, with Greg now starting his final year in college for his masters degree. You see, Greg was one of those boy geniuses who had a natural knack for computers. Standing at 5’7, with messy brown hair, and his round-rimmed glasses gave him the typical computer geek look. He never had any problems with his looks, even his weight problems. Luckily, even though he weighed 275 pounds, he was mostly proportionate for his size except a larger belly.

But even with all of that against him he always found a way to look past his negatives in life thanks to his close bonds with Kirsten. He turned and marveled at her beauty. Standing at 5’9, with dazzling red hair and equally gorgeous green eyes, angelically thin body, most men would call her a solid knockout. Even with her beak shaped, slightly large nose. He was always relieved that she FIRMLY dismissed the idea of what she called “feel good” plastic surgery, which to her included nose jobs, ass implants, lip enhancements and the like. She strongly believed in keeping the looks god gave people.

He couldn’t help but smile. There she was, walking with HIM of all people, down a serene path of nature. Sure, she’s had a few boyfriends over the years that wasn’t him. But he was ok with that. Greg always believed that if she ever dated him and had to separate that it would destroy their friendship, and that terrified him. More than once that girl had called him family and he resented the thought of losing her.

His smile widened as he noticed what kept her waiting. At this point on their trail they were standing on a VERY large old tree trunk that spanned across the old swamp they were crossing. He walked over to her to see why she was crouching and looking at the water. She raised a finger to her mouth to indicate he should stay as quiet as he could.

“Shhh”, she whispered. “Look down there”.

Cautiously he approached her position and peered over the edge into the murky water below. He could barely see them, but swimming underneath a couple of lillipads were some tadpoles. There was a loud “croaking” sound and only then did he see the toad hiding in the pad’s flower.

“Lovely”, he chuckled. “Shall we get going?” Her love of animals not with standing, it was getting late. And he was getting hungry.

She raised and eyebrow at him “Let me guess, getting hungry?”

He smiled and rubbed his belly.

She sighed wearily. “You and your stomach.”

“Sorry, I’m a sucker for food.” He laughed. “Besides, you KNOW the Park Rangers always warned us about coming out at night. Plus there’s those nasty rumors floating about…”

“Uhg, you take to much stock in old wives tales.” She said in frustration.

“Old wives tales?” He asked in disbelief. “Kirsten, police reports have been filed. There’s a group of thugs that have been coming out at night lately, and…”

“Ok, ok let’s go.” She said in resignation.

He understood why she didn’t want to rush. After all, this past month had been particularly rough on her. Not only had her most recent boyfriend broke up with her two weeks ago, but her Antique Shop’s reports indicate that business was slightly down for the third month in a row. She NEEDED this vacation to unwind and relax.

Reluctantly They continued their walk through the trail. After a half hour or so of nature watching they started talking about anything to life’s problems, advice, to life’s ambitions. Before they knew it, it was dark and they STILL hadn’t reached camp.

Greg was startled when he realized it was night. Uh oh, this can’t be good, he thought. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, the bushes ahead of them just before the swamp’s edge started ruffling. Then, a man wearing a ski mask emerged. Terrified, the life long friends froze as the man wissled. To more men, who were lurking in the swamp’s tree’s behind them approached. The man ahead of them then pulled out a gun.

“Hands in the air.” He commanded. “This is an old fashioned stick up. Do as we say and you’ll go home tonight. If not…” he took off the safety. “This is going to get messy, real quick.”

04-26-2014	#1
make_her_grow Frequent Poster Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: New York Posts: 252	"Growing up Together" - Story (tags inside) Part 7 added 5/25! New Story. This story is of course purely fan fictional. Contains Female growth, gts, and eventual growth controlling ability. Rated pg-13 for moderate language and violence level. There will be NO vore or crush type of violence. So with out further ado, here we go! "Origins" Part 1 Kirsten Kelly and Greg Washington have been best friends as long as they could remember. From the time they grew up in the orphanage to now, one week away from Kirsten’s 22nd birthday. To celebrate this occasion, they’ve come to the state park they always come to once a year, same time every year. The timing could never have been better. Especially recently, with Greg now starting his final year in college for his masters degree. You see, Greg was one of those boy geniuses who had a natural knack for computers. Standing at 5’7, with messy brown hair, and his round-rimmed glasses gave him the typical computer geek look. He never had any problems with his looks, even his weight problems. Luckily, even though he weighed 275 pounds, he was mostly proportionate for his size except a larger belly. But even with all of that against him he always found a way to look past his negatives in life thanks to his close bonds with Kirsten. He turned and marveled at her beauty. Standing at 5’9, with dazzling red hair and equally gorgeous green eyes, angelically thin body, most men would call her a solid knockout. Even with her beak shaped, slightly large nose. He was always relieved that she FIRMLY dismissed the idea of what she called “feel good” plastic surgery, which to her included nose jobs, ass implants, lip enhancements and the like. She strongly believed in keeping the looks god gave people. He couldn’t help but smile. There she was, walking with HIM of all people, down a serene path of nature. Sure, she’s had a few boyfriends over the years that wasn’t him. But he was ok with that. Greg always believed that if she ever dated him and had to separate that it would destroy their friendship, and that terrified him. More than once that girl had called him family and he resented the thought of losing her. His smile widened as he noticed what kept her waiting. At this point on their trail they were standing on a VERY large old tree trunk that spanned across the old swamp they were crossing. He walked over to her to see why she was crouching and looking at the water. She raised a finger to her mouth to indicate he should stay as quiet as he could. “Shhh”, she whispered. “Look down there”. Cautiously he approached her position and peered over the edge into the murky water below. He could barely see them, but swimming underneath a couple of lillipads were some tadpoles. There was a loud “croaking” sound and only then did he see the toad hiding in the pad’s flower. “Lovely”, he chuckled. “Shall we get going?” Her love of animals not with standing, it was getting late. And he was getting hungry. She raised and eyebrow at him “Let me guess, getting hungry?” He smiled and rubbed his belly. She sighed wearily. “You and your stomach.” “Sorry, I’m a sucker for food.” He laughed. “Besides, you KNOW the Park Rangers always warned us about coming out at night. Plus there’s those nasty rumors floating about…” “Uhg, you take to much stock in old wives tales.” She said in frustration. “Old wives tales?” He asked in disbelief. “Kirsten, police reports have been filed. There’s a group of thugs that have been coming out at night lately, and…” “Ok, ok let’s go.” She said in resignation. He understood why she didn’t want to rush. After all, this past month had been particularly rough on her. Not only had her most recent boyfriend broke up with her two weeks ago, but her Antique Shop’s reports indicate that business was slightly down for the third month in a row. She NEEDED this vacation to unwind and relax. Reluctantly They continued their walk through the trail. After a half hour or so of nature watching they started talking about anything to life’s problems, advice, to life’s ambitions. Before they knew it, it was dark and they STILL hadn’t reached camp. Greg was startled when he realized it was night. Uh oh, this can’t be good, he thought. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, the bushes ahead of them just before the swamp’s edge started ruffling. Then, a man wearing a ski mask emerged. Terrified, the life long friends froze as the man wissled. To more men, who were lurking in the swamp’s tree’s behind them approached. The man ahead of them then pulled out a gun. “Hands in the air.” He commanded. “This is an old fashioned stick up. Do as we say and you’ll go home tonight. If not…” he took off the safety. “This is going to get messy, real quick.” Last edited by make_her_grow; 05-04-2014 at 05:29 AM.