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How tall are you now?"
"Four-foot-seven" Rhonda softly replied.
"Hmm, maybe we oughta make you a little older."
Arthur put his right hand out with his palm facing upwards. He then lifted it up towards the ceiling and as he did, Rhonda felt all the bones in her body creak and crackle, as she slowly began to grow. After about fifteen seconds, Arthur stopped, put his hand back into his pants pocket and took one step backward to survey his work. Rhonda had grown a few additional inches and years. She swayed back and forth as her body desperately tried to get accustomed to her new size.
"Whoa, careful there, honey" Arthur warned.
Rhonda stuck out her arms to steady herself, then took in a few deep breaths to quell the nauseating feeling in her stomach. After he was assured Rhonda had regained her composure, Arthur continued.
"Well, why don't we take you through puberty?" He cupped his hands around his mouth and took a deep breath, while Rhonda looked on with an anxious expression on her face. Then he blew out the stored air. As he did, Rhonda began to stretch upwards again in thousands of small spastic spurts. Her toes popped through her shoes one by one. After a while her chest began to rise, as she had known would have to happen.
It took five seconds before her shoulder straps, already straining to stay secure, tore at the back. The front of her denim overalls fell down to her knees while Rhonda's breasts continued to bud.
A few seconds later, Arthur stopped. He exhaled so completely that his face became red. When he finally caught his breath, he saw that the now five-foot-one inch brown-eyed former child in front of him was sporting a pair of modest teen breasts. Once again she was swaying to and fro trying to regain her balance.
"Hoo, steady as she goes there" he joked as Rhonda continued to swagger, "these are your growing years." He held his hands in front of him about twelve inches apart, then slowly moved them closer together. Rhonda felt like her stomach and intestines were being squeezed as her abdomen stretched as it was pulled higher and her waist became defined. The back of her overalls pants gave way with an explosive rip. She could feel cold air on her buttocks. The sides of her breasts made much less noise as they began to break through her shirt.
"How about those hips of yours?" Arthur said as he pulled his hands further apart. She felt every bone in her pelvic area expand outward, more than she had ever imagined possible, so much that the waistband of her overalls snapped at once. Another rip from her panties, and her groin was exposed to the air. She could feel hair down there. Fortunately what remained of her modesty was protected by the dangling overalls.
Arthur stepped back a bit and smiled at his handiwork. "There, from girl to woman."



Boy to Man:
With a deep sigh, I settled down in the bed more comfortably, then decided to try changing my age voluntarily. I thought of something appropriate for experimentation. I considered making myself older, just to see. Shutting my eyes, I pressed in concentration my interlocked fists against my brow. Thoughts and emotions passed over me, and I soon knew that I could trigger my abilities by expressing a stream of consciousness that followed the changes I wanted to take place. My body is changing... I'm growing older, taller by about a foot... My bones are adding to their length and solidifying, becoming stronger to support the added weight and stress... My skin and muscles are growing to cover them, to enhance my body... My feet grow several shoe sizes, and my toes get longer... My palms elongate but do not grow much wider... My bony, thin fingers follow suit...
My chest becomes toned by the slight evidence of muscles... My facial features sharpen and become more distinct with the addition of four years of age... My hair grows out, several inches longer, darker blond at the roots...
I stopped, my eyes flashing wide open in shock, suddenly overwhelmed by the changes that had taken place. Now entire inches too small everywhere, my clothes were tight upon my body. I glanced over at the vanity mirror over on the other side of the room, infinitely amused that I had managed to find my ability. I moved my right arm up as best I could, and giggled when I felt the all-too-small shirt sleeve start to cut off circulation before it ripped at the sides. I decided it was probably a good idea to squirm out of the clothes before I tore them completely besides, it was incredibly uncomfortable.
I sighed, in the middle of my bed, in my straining pants. My hand found its way to my throat and a strange smile crossed my face at the deepening my voice had undergone. I really did feel older.
The next thing I heard was a giggle. "My, your abilities have... matured," she commented.
"Uh, yeah... Heh, I know you can see that I'm kind of... lacking clothes right now. A little help, please?" Asking made me blush.



...she appeared to be still growing ... her clothes, especially her pants and shoes, seemed to be shorter or tighter over the next few weeks. Most days I noticed she couldn't wait to sit down at her desk and remove her shoes as quickly as possible.
I could tell her shoes were too tight and that her feet were ready to burst through them every time she quickly stood to write something on the board. Her face was tight and it was hard to watch her deal with her growing pains as she tried so hard to hide any emotion. She would lean over the desk for leverage or sit and take a while to relieve her cramped feet from the shoes. I noticed the tops of her shoes were outlined more and more by her longer (but still dainty) feet & that individual toes could be seen clearly trying to burst through.
She'd eventually outgrow 3 pairs of shoes completely within the week.
Once her feet were freed I saw a sudden look of joy and relief come over her as she then stretched out her socked feet and put them next to the shoes to see the obvious size increase.



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