Megan

“What are you doing here already?” You ask Megan innocently.

“I told you I was coming over and Evie let me in when I was knocking. I’m guessing you were still getting ready” Megan replied

You step aside to let Megan into your room, and you carefully get a look at her. She’s wearing a bikini top under a V-neck shirt that is a little bit loose on her, but you can tell the swimsuit is small. She’s also wearing some short Jean shorts and if you had to guess a swimsuit underneath. Her Jean shorts are clearly tight on her. It must have been harder to find loose bottoms than a shirt. Her rear end was poured into the shorts, and you admired the nice thigh gap, quickly looking back up to greet her eyes as she turned around.

“Yah, it was nice of Evie to let me in, but have you spoken to her recently? She looks…. different.” Megan mentions.

“How do you mean? You inquire?

“Well for one, when she greeted me she was extremely excited and couldn’t stop talking about what a great brother you were, but what really through me for a loop is it looks like your sister has had a bit of a growth spurt if you know what I mean”

The Necklace! Apparently, Evie had been using it the night before and decided to experiment on herself.

“I thought I was having some growth spurt with my inch of height, but Evie looks to be the same height as me if not taller, and I don’t remember her boobs entering a room before her.”

Crap – how much did Evie end up using the necklace? You’d have to dig into this later.

“Any who, enough with her – are you ready to head up to the lake?” Megan asked as you noticed her eyes start to slowly look down at you.

She was growing again, although very slowly. As expected, the wish magic was beginning to take effect. Megan looked at you with mild realization of what was happening.

“It happened again! I’m taller!” Megan said out loud with a big of excitement.

“That’s crazy, nobody grows that quick” you respond.

“For real, come here, I’m not wearing shoes” Megan instructs.

You know the answer, but you walk closer to her and notice that your eye level is at her nose – she has indeed grown another inch.

“If I had to guess, I’m taller than you now! Do you have anything you can measure me with? I was 5’10” yesterday.”

“Yes – I can grab a tape measure from downstairs” you reply and quickly head down to the garage.

While you are rummaging around looking for the flexible tape you just imagine Megan upstairs spilling out of her clothes. However, you are quickly reminded of the fact that you now have an Evie sized problem somewhere in the house that you are going to have to confront. You finally find the tape measure and practically leap up the stairs to get back to Megan. As you enter your room you feel a sense of unease as you brush against something soft with your shoulders. You turn to your right to see Megan’s chin and realize your shoulder had brushed into Megan’s breasts. This can’t be right; she shouldn’t be this tall yet.