Go find your... well, smarter friend Maggie.

It's not that Nicole is dumb or anything, but....

You pause for a long while trying to come up with a less insulting word.

As nothing accurate comes to mind you cringe a little, guiltily.

Well, anyway, Maggie isn't your oldest friend, you only met her when you first started college. She's on the same course as you, though that didn't make you friends straight away. Maggie gives off a forbidding aura, straight-faced and straight-laced, but after you teamed up with her for a project you realised that behind the stern exterior was a smart, organised, competent woman. Maybe it's just because with her help the score you got for that project was the highest you've had so far at college, but since then you've happily put up with her sighing whenever you idly come up with a new idea for a prank.

You'd be willing to put up with any amount of exasperation from her if it meant you had her on your side, though. Your mind's made up - Maggie it is.

You head to your room, stepping over your sister on the way and ignoring the call from your mom behind you, and quickly put together a small backpack of necessities. It's good to know you can keep your head in a crisis, too, but you'd much prefer not having to find that out the hard way. Your tits look like they've dried up for now, so you throw your old top over into the laundry basket and grab a t-shirt - it fits a little more snugly around your chest, but it'll work for now, and there's no way you're going to get a bra on. You wait for a few moments, looking down, but your t-shirt remains blessedly free of wet spots, so you tug your bag on, and speeding back through the house with a shouted, vague goodbye, you step out into the world again.

You have the chance to take one breath of clear, morning air, before you hear the rip and look down.

Your boobs are, there's no other word for it, bigger. You probably wouldn't even have noticed it if not for the tiny rip in the front of your t-shirt and the fact that you've been half-expecting it for most of the day now, but they're definitely a little bigger than they were when you were inside. You spin in place, twisting your head, hoping no-one is looking at you right now doing this ridiculous dance. Yep, your ass feels a little bigger too. Great. At least you're not lactating again. Self-consciously, you take a step out of your front porch and have a look around you.

It could be a normal day, in fact. There's a few of your neighbours out on their lawns raking leaves, some strangers simply walking along - your street is on the way to the middle of town, so that's not what's so strange. What is is that there's no sense of urgency, no sense of panic. News must have spread by now - you can still see the two - no, four, now - plumes of dust on the horizon from where you are, which should surely mean people at least gossiping about what's going on.

No-one seems to care.

And when you walk down your front path, everything seems.... depressingly normal. The sun shines warmly on your face, birds sing, and had you not seen what you'd seen today you wouldn't even guess that something could possibly be wrong. It's only as you walk along the street and your neighbours wave hellos to you, you realise that you're not the only one to experience this sudden growth spurt. Mrs. Henley, clipping the top of her hedges, certainly wasn't ever that busty. You don't even recognise the bimbo, in well-filled sports bra and short-shorts, looking under the hood of the car parked a few houses down from yours, until she pulls it down and the face of Georgia Lippett smiles over at you, before tugging at her bra in obvious confusion.

By the time you get to Maggie's house, you're almost goggled by all the growth you've seen around you. Surely someone like that guy can't just have run down here, changing everyone he saw? At the very least, if these were the changes they made, they'd surely want to - ugh - sample the results. You take one look up and down the street before you go up the path to her door, and that's when you spot it.

Up in the city skyline - right in the middle of downtown, on the tallest building - there's a group of antennae. You've probably seen them a million times before and never noticed them. Now, though, they're hard to miss. There's a tiny pinprick of purple light shining from one of them, and around it, hazy, the air has a darker purplish tint, too. As if....

As if someone was using this power to affect everything around them, not just those close. That's the first explanation you can think of. It would explain the changes to everyone, and you, and it's definitely the same purple light, somehow bright and sickly all at once. You're **** to turn away from it, and it's only then you figure you probably shouldn't have been staring so much. The tiny rip in your top has become a much bigger one, and you're having trouble seeing your feet unless you lean over.

"Psssst!"

Speedily you look up, then around you when the source of the whisper isn't clear. There's a few people out and about still but none of them are paying you any attention. You stop and listen; a breeze running through the leaves of the trees and the hedges around you is the only sound you can hear.

"Pssssssssssssst!"

It's definitely somewhere near..... you're about to make a run for it just in case when you notice a large bush in Maggie's front yard jostling.... but this time, there's no breeze.

"Psssssssssssssssssssst!"

Ok, so there's a bush whispering at you. Vaguely you can see the outline of a person hiding within, now that you know someone's there, but even squinting you can't tell who it could be. Likely enough you peering at a bush is going to get you some attention, so you're going to have to do something about this. You could wander over and try and see who's underneath.... or you could just give up on Maggie and run. If someone's hiding, it means there's someone to hide from, that's for sure.

That would mean leaving Maggie to whoever it is, too, though, if that's not her in the bush. You could always try leaving and circling around the back to try and sneak in to her house and warn her. Be the big hero!.... or just run straight into the clutches of someone who'd use the word "clutches".