Meanwhile, Helen

Helen Cooper lay in a puddle of black and gray fluid, coughing and struggling for breath. Her head pounded and her vision was blurry. She desperately tried to remember what had happened to her, but nothing came to mind. It was all a gray cloud.

She could hear footsteps receding in the distance. Who did they belong to? Did it matter?

Helen's entire body burned and tingled. It was the strangest feeling. She felt--full. Filled to the brim, in fact. Also, there was a strange taste in her mouth. It was spicy and salty with a hint of cinnamon. It wasn't a bad taste, but so very strange.

Sit up, Helen. That's a good idea. Get your bearings.

The girl tried once, twice, and finally on her third time managed to sit up. By now, the itching, burning sensation was becoming almost unbearable. The feeling of fullness was there still, too. It was like she had just pigged out at a buffet. It made her entire body feel tight.

From the corner of the girl's small, delicate mouth drizzled a bit of black fluid. Helen felt the droplet running down her skin and caught it with her index finger. Holding it up to the light, she saw that the fluid was as black as tar. When she gave it a sniff, she caught a scent similar to the taste in her mouth.

"This is so weird," she said.

With some effort, Helen managed to stand and walk slowly out of the closet. She looked back and saw a nightmarish mess. The black fluid coated the entire floor and supplies were scattered everywhere.

"Wha? Oh right, cleaning. Lily and I, we were supposed to--where is she?"

Thinking of her best friend made Helen feel strange. She felt a shiver run down her spine a deep desire to see the girl. Unfortunately, Lily Marsh was nowhere to be found.

"I need to get home," Helen said.

The burning sensation was getting to be much too much for her. She just had to ignore it for now, though; when she got home, she could take a nice cold bath.

Still, as Helen walked through the deserted hallways, the burning and tightness grew ever worse. Had Helen been paying attention, she likely would have been alarmed. By now, her formerly loose clothing was starting to grow tight as parts of her body started to tingle. Her chest especially itched and tingled madly.

"Ugh, I need a cold bath. I have to clear my head."

As Helen walked, her body began to change. Her flat chest began to puff out and push against the ratty little bra she wore. The growth was slow and steady, so much so that Helen didn't take any notice. However, it was consistent, causing the tiny bumps to swell in size. Before long, Helen's bee stings were becoming full and shapely, causing the fabric of her measly bra to dig into her pale flesh. The pressure hurt, but Helen tried to ignore it.

Meanwhile, as above, so below. Helen's buttocks were undergoing a similar transformation to her breasts. They were swelling, hiking her panties and skirt up as they did so. beneath them, her legs were filling out and lengthening, gaining shape.

By the time Helen reached her car, her breasts where threatening to snap her bra. The formerly small tits were now pushing into C-Cup territory. And these changes were only the beginning.