At the same time, a little blonde haired girl appeared. As they watched, the little girl began to grow up right through her kiddie clothes.
Her honey blonde hair darkened to a deeper color and then to a rusty brown. The child's blue eyes darkened. Her body stretched up and grew curves, and in a few instants the age-up was complete.
Derek felt so powerless seeing her now almost naked form, her eyes blank and dead.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt her, she's just going to be the prize in a game."
"Seeing in the Dark"
The New Yorker, 8/10/1998
A half-dozen eight-year-olds line up to view the moon through the eighteen-inch telescope. As I watch each teeter on the top of the little stepladder and peer into the eyepiece, something remarkable happens: by the cold moonlight-- a sort of spotlight, painting an ill-focused portrait of the moon on the eye, eye socket, and a bit of brow and cheek--each child seems transformed into an adult.
Nini, red hair and freckles, becomes a woman in her forties, the prime of her considerable athleticism now past but her effervescent spirit unsubdued. Nion, a shy and appealing boy, is suddenly a tall and elegantly commanding adult who might be director of a foundation. Mischievous Kathryn is intent, capable, no-nonsense; in business for herself perhaps. My son looks only a bit under my present age. Poised and serious, he offers a vision of a time when I myself have become a memory.
I am reminded that everything we see in the sky belongs in the past, and that children in their similarities to us and their differences from us embody our concept of the future. We elders fall away into the past, like leaves from trees in autumn, but the young fall from us, too, their shouts of glee and apprehension echoing back as they dive toward the depths of the future.
"Am I 'getting you going' yet" she murmured. Suddenly the boy noticed, or felt rather, the pressure in his pants as his penis began to stir.
They glanced down and Cynthia saw how large the lump in his pants was becoming. "That's how it starts," she smiled.
The pressure quickly became unbearable, and as he watched with horrible embarrassment, the teeth of his zipper broke and the sliders were slowly ripped apart. The overstretched fabric of his Winnie The Pooh underwear pushed out from under his belt. He looked up at the older girl and then back again at his erection. The yellow fabric held out longer than he had expected, but then it began to tear. His whole penis popped out and bounced against his now bare stomach before settling at a steep angle. For the past year he had been ashamed of how big it was getting but it was never like this. Strangely the girl didn't seem angry.
As his underwear continued to tear, his testicles appeared as well. Then another sensation as his pants began to rip around the hips, the material giving way to more skin, his pants legs and shirt stretched against his body. What remained of his pants was slowly pushed down his lengthening legs. He felt his biceps bust out of his sleeves.
His underwear was in tatters on the floor, and only the lower legs of his pants remained intact. He was still staring at his half naked lower body, a body that looked to be teenaged now. His penis was softening from the shock.
Now he appeared to be about the same age as the girl.
... He found himself actually believing that he was dreaming the whole thing, in spite of the evidence of his damaged clothing.
"Don't stop now," she murmured, gently reaching down.
... he was hard again immediately as his brain let go of any doubts. He entered her and began to pump up and down on the bed. Cynthia, it turned out, was a real crier. She moaned and cried out, in fact if began to get a little frightening as she began to scream. She was tight, really tight. But then Cynthia really screamed, not out of pleasure, but something more akin to life-threatening pain, plus some odd feelings which caused him to open his eyes and look in the bedside mirror.
Immediately he saw why. His fears were realized; his hips were expanding again, and his buttocks were swelling. His shoulders and upper arms widened and his whole abdomen was elongating. He rolled over. More thick black hairs sprouted on his groin even as he watched.
Within seconds, he had grown into a man in his late twenties. Cynthia ran out of the room, looking like a little girl to him now.
... He hunched forward, feeling himself get hard again right in the classroom. As he had known would happen, his penis was swelling, he felt it grow under his hand to twice its original size in spite of himself. He felt his pants grow too tight around the knees, then the sensation of rough cloth sliding. The head of his penis forced itself through the groaning and crackling zipper, out over the front of the chair in which he sat. He wanted to get up and leave, but couldn't move without making a commotion.
Slowly his pants ripped while his feet lengthened out of his shoes. Wriggling his toes, he tried to think about anything else, looking around frantically as his shoulders swelled, the back of his shirt tearing apart.
My Baby and Me
World's Worst Fanfic
Starscream: The coneheads just came in here and showed you that your daughter had aged into an adult!
Megabird: Daddy, please, aren't you going to say anything?
Soundwave: Nice rack.
Megatron (grabbing Soundwave by the throat): That is my daughter you are talking about!
Soundwave: Apologies. Nice boobs.
Dirge: We managed to find her, but not until after she had wandered into a research and development lab.
Megatron: So she was... researched and developed into a full-grown woman?
Megabird: It's true, dad.
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