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   Ali - A Tragic Tale

   Ali Davis woke, not to the sunlight streaming through her window, but to
the cackling laughter of her annoying future big sister.  She'd had a tough
life already, and she was only nine years old.

   Allison crawled out of bed and looked around at what was to become her
permanent new room.  She had been living with the Moffats for two months as
a foster-child while the adoption procedures were finalized.  She was the
first born child of Helen and Brian Davis and the first of many planned
children.  That was until Helen got the phone call from the Marine Sergeant
telling her that her husband had been killed in Iraq.  Helen Davis went
into a tailspin after that.  She transformed from a good responsible mom
into a drunken wreck almost overnight.

   Ali often went hours alone, waiting for her mom to come home from the
bar.  Seldom did her mother return home sober, or alone.  Ali could hear
the bed springs squeaking for hours through the thin walls, as her mother
drank and screwed her sorrows away.  She could hear her mother's screams of
pleasure followed by her coarse language as the men she brought home fucked
her senseless.  How many men had she brought home since the night she got
the call that her husband had been killed?

   It was one of those nights when Ali was awakened from her sleep by
someone pounding on the door.  Thinking her mother had locked herself out,
or she was too drunk to get her key in the lock, Ali climbed out of bed and
stomped down the hallway and yanked open the apartment door.  The sight of
a policeman standing there immediately threw up red flags, and was the
beginning of the end for her tragic life.

   The social worker who was called to her apartment that night took one
look at the darling girl and knew immediately what she should do with her.

   That was twelve weeks ago and Ali Davis was still trying to get used to
her new surroundings.

   Janice Moffat still remembered getting the phone call from her best
friend asking her if she would consider fostering a little girl who had
just lost her mother to a drunk-driving accident.  As it turned out, the
little girl had no immediate relatives who were willing or able to look
after the girl and she was made a ward of the state.

   Janice had finally conceded with all the fertility treatments, en vitro
implants, and miscarriages, that they were never going to have another
baby. They had gone through hell bringing their only child into this world
with her arriving twelve weeks early.  They wanted another child but knew
they just couldn't have one and her best friend had convinced her to adopt,
but babies were so hard to get.

   When her friend brought Allison over that night, she knew this girl
could be the jewel they were looking for.  The poor little waif was skinny
with a matte of unkempt hair.  She looked and smelled like the inside of a
bathtub wasn't something she saw very often.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Moffat were very nice and doted over little Ali
constantly.  It was the exact opposite of her previous daily routine.  They
cleaned her up, bought her a whole new wardrobe and treated her like family
right from the start.  Everyone that is except for their only child
Miranda; she liked being an only child, she had all the attention, and the
fact that this little girl had all the makings of a beauty queen, was all
the more reason to hate her.  This little orphan was not going to be a part
of her family and she was prepared to do anything to stop the adoption
process, and make the little twat feel as unwelcome as possible.



   Ali climbed out of bed and put on her new bathrobe over her new pajamas.
Everything she had was new, there wasn't much worth bringing from her old
life except her little stuffed bear, aptly named Bear.

   Mrs.  Moffat encouraged her to start everyday with a nice shower, wash
her hair and look nice.  "Pretty girls" make every effort to look their
best she was told.  Funny, her mother never did much to look nice and she
had no trouble finding guys to bring home.  Skanks never have much trouble
in that department, especially when they spread as easy as warm butter.  A
nice warm shower did feel amazing as she soaped herself from head to toe.

   Stepping out of the shower, she looked down at her skinny body and
noticed that she had fattened up a little over the last two months.  When
she arrived, she could have passed for someone with some kind of eating
disorder, now she had some meat on her bones.  Her thin legs now had some
shape to them and her knees didn't look quite as knobby.  Where her thighs
met her hips was a gap that put her hairless pussy on full display.  Her
thin pussy lips matched the rest of her body with her inner labia
protruding slightly, her clitoral hood poking out like a little penis.  The
pelvic bones weren't quite as prominent now that she had put on some
weight, but were still noticeable.

   What people noticed first about her wasn't her skinny body, but her
beautiful face.  The low body weight had given her the facial features of a
slightly older girl.  Gone were the baby fat cheeks, replaced by high
cheekbones and features that model hopefuls would kill for.  Her long brown
hair glimmered like it was spun with threads of gold in it as it cascaded
down her back coming only a few short inches from her waist.  But it wasn't
her cheeks or her beautiful hair; it was her eyes that captured your soul
the second you looked into them.  They were big and brown, and had flecks
of hazel in them.  She was obviously too young for colored contacts, but if
you saw them your first thought would be that they were much too beautiful
to be real.  It was the eyes that captured the heart of Janice's friend the
night the girl's mother died.  There on the spot she knew the perfect
family to rescue this little orphaned waif.  Little did she know what evil
lurked inside her best friend's family.

   It was for this very reason that Miranda saw the little twerp as a
threat, not only to her standing with her family, but to the guys that
would soon notice Ali before her.  Miranda had three years on Ali, but she
was very plain looking, just like her parents.  No wonder they jumped at
the chance to adopt her, she was perfect in every way.  She was the clay
they could mold into the beautiful little princess Miranda knew she would
never be.

   Miranda was surrounded by beauty, none of it hers.  Her friend and
neighbor Stacy was gorgeous, so was her sister, and the fact that they had
both suddenly sprouted gigantic tits made the attention they received that
more difficult for poor dowdy Miranda.  Stacy's best friend Olivia was the
prettiest girl in the school; although rumors were going around that she
had turned into some kind of massive slut.  Well, so had Stacy, but she had
always been flirty like that and the fact that she was now sleeping around
wasn't much of a shock.  With a body like hers, you couldn't blame her. 
Besides, she liked listening to Stacy's sordid tales about the guys she was
seeing and what she did with them.  At first she was shocked by her
boldness, but now she was accustomed to it and in all honesty, it kinda
turned her on to hear the stories.  Miranda usually had to change her
panties after Stacy left because of how excited she got from hearing about
her exploits.  Only a few months shy of thirteen, Miranda was surprised
someone as young as she could get that turned on by just hearing about
someone else's deeds, but she did.

   That was just what they had been doing when pain-in-the-ass Ali barged
into her room and yelled at them to keep it down.  "Get out of here you
little shit!" Miranda yelled back.

   "Make me!  You and your stupid fat bimbo friend and her big tits here,
are always going on about sex and stuff.  You sound like a couple of
sluts!" Ali said and slammed the door behind her.  Memories of her mother's
sluttiness still cut her deeply, and reminded her of a time before all this
tragedy became her harsh reality.

   "What a little bitch," Stacy said.  "It's not true is it?  I'm not fat,
am I?" she asked.

   "Of course not!  I hate that little twat.  She thinks she's so perfect.
I wish there was some way we could teach her a lesson.  I'd love to get rid
of her for good!" Miranda said.

   "Are you serious about that?" Stacy asked.

   "Yeah, I really do hate her.  I want things to go back to the way they
were before little miss prissy pants got here."

   "Do you seriously want to get rid of her that badly?"

   "She's going to ruin my life.  Yeah, I want her gone, why?"

   "I know people that can make her gone," Stacy replied.

   "What people do you know?"

   "Every three weeks, Alfred's business partners come to town for what
calls a "transaction", they've been begging me to go back home with them so
I can entertain their boss, but I keep turning them down.  They always say
if I know anyone girls that would be interested in going, to let them
know."

   "And where is home?" Miranda asked

   "Mexico.  They're super rich and someday I might take them up on it, but
for now I just get together with them and party.  They pay me mucho dollars
to party with them so I have no doubt they're serious."

   "Seriously, what are you some kind of drug-kingpin hooker?" she asked
jokingly.

   "Nope, I'm a "high-priced drug-kingpin hooker".  There's a big
difference!" she said laughingly.

   Miranda didn't know if she was telling the truth or not but thought if
these guys could at least scare her enough to run away, she could get her
life back.  "Call them, let's do it and see if they can scare her or
something," she said, not believing they would actually take the little
girl with them.

   "Okay, they're into young girls, but not that young.  We'd have to make
some modifications to her if you actually serious about this."

   "Modifications?  What are you talking about?" Miranda asked.

   "Hormones.  Where do you think I got these babies from?" she asked,
hefting her voluptuous tits, one in each hand.  "I'm only twelve, do you
think the breast fairy just decided to drop them off one night?  I grew
them with help from a doctor friend of mine.  Don't you remember?  Four
weeks ago I had nipples and not much else, now I'm wearing a D-cup!"

   "What does that have to do with the brat?" she asked, not quite
connecting the dots.

   "If they see tits on her and a little development, they'd probably take
her with them no questions asked.  But it's up to you.  I can make the
calls but you gotta really want to get rid of her to do this," she said.

   "I'd have no regrets, what about you?" Miranda asked.

   "She'd be treated like a princess, put up in luxury, her every request
fulfilled.  So no regrets, unless of course they got tired of her and sold
her as a common street prostitute, then I'd feel bad.  There's no guarantee
of coming back either, that's the catch."

   "I can see why you didn't go yourself, but I could care less about that
little bitch."

   "Say the word and it's done," Stacy said with a deadly serious look on
her face.

   "Word."



   Stacy made the arrangement through Dr.  Sanders, her hookup for all
things medical.  He never questioned anything they asked of him anymore, he
had too much to lose and handed over whatever drugs they needed,
prescription or otherwise.  So when Stacy asked for both the liquid
hormones and a supply of needles, the hormone pills, and something to
tranquilize and small patient, he didn't even bat and eye.  "How much do I
use and how do I give it?" Stacy asked.

   Dr Sanders exhaled a heavy sigh, "how big is the patient?"

   "I don't know, I guess a little smaller than my sister."

   "I gave you 2 cc's of the liquid and your sister 3 cc's.  Keep in mind
that each cc is the equivalent to four of the pills so be careful, this is
very powerful stuff."

   "Obviously Doc, it only took me three weeks to develop the body of a
full grown woman!"

   Indeed she had, Stacy Bennett had breasts that most Hollywood stars have
to pay for, and the nicely flared hips of a twenty year old.  She skipped
four years of puberty in just a few short weeks.  Of course all the rapid
changes weren't without their side effects.  The growing pains were only
made bearable by the heavy doses of drugs she had started taking, thanks to
her drug dealer/pimp Alfred.  He kept her in a constant state of euphoria
with whatever drug she wanted, cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, anything at
all.  Coke was her favorite and definitely her drug of choice.  It was a
nice counter-agent to the hormones which made her ravenous.  Her rapid
growth required her to feed her body the nourishment it needed to sustain
itself.

   Alfred had used Stacy to entertain his most important clients, his
suppliers from Mexico.  It was through these men that Stacy hatched the
plan to help out her friend Miranda.

   With instructions in hand, Stacy headed to her friend's house to deliver
the good news.

   Miranda was overjoyed when Stacy showed her what she had picked up from
her "doctor", it was going to give her old life back to her.  The only
thing left to do was wait until bed time and give her the shot.

   Ali rode her bike down to the park down the street.  She liked hanging
out there, it was quiet, secluded and wasn't overrun with nosy adults who
liked getting into other kid's business.  Most of all, she liked hanging
out in this perfect refuge with her only friend Becky.  They had met during
Ali's first week at the Moffat house.  It was the middle of summer break
from school and since she was new to the neighborhood, she didn't know a
soul.  Miranda wouldn't give her the time of day so she had to make do with
whatever she could find to keep her occupied.

   Becky was bright and cheerful and as it turned out, her home life wasn't
much better.  She spent most of her days down at the park playing on the
equipment there, mostly on the swings as she thought about what it would be
like to have a nicer mother.  It was a godsend the day she met Ali.  They
had so much in common and quickly became best friends.

   The two were complete opposites in appearance; Ali with her dark hair
and dark eyes, Becky with her blond hair and green eyes.  They were both
quite stunning and one look told you that they would one day grow up to be
beautiful women, but that day was a long way off.

   The two girls had a wonderful day playing with each other at the park.
It was their escape from their home life as both looked to do anything to
avoid going home.  Becky's reason for avoiding home was quite different
from Ali's.  Her mother made her life miserable; she was so demanding,
never happy with anything she did, always yelling at her and her older
sister Emma.  Becky could still remember the day her mother came home and
found Becky and her sister having "happy time" with their daddy.  Becky
always enjoyed their "happy time", he taught them about their bodies and
how they could have innocent fun.  In fact, he rarely ever touched the
girls, mostly he taught them how to please each other.

   In was at one of those moments when her mother decided to come home from
work early.  Her daddy was demonstrating on her big sister how to give oral
pleasure when her mom walked in the room.

   Screaming and hitting ensued; the girls were shocked that her mother
could be so angry and violent.  The girls loved their mommy and daddy and
couldn't imagine taking sides, but neither of the girls could stand by and
let their mother abuse their father that way.  Coming to their father's
defense may have been the single biggest mistake the girls could have made.
Her mom called the police and after the investigation, her dad was sent to
prison.  The girls were devastated and confused, they enjoyed their "happy
time", no one got hurt, although their mother and the investigators thought
differently and told them so.

   The relationship between the girls and their mother was permanently
damaged.  It wasn't right, but her mom blamed Becky and her sister Emma, in
part for losing her husband to jail.  Becky had inherited her husband's
good looks and not her own dowdy appearance.  She was jealous that he
wanted to fool around with their beautiful young daughters instead of his
own wife.  And she took it out on them whenever the opportunity presented
itself, and it did often.  Emma had her own refuge, Ali was Becky's.

   Ali didn't have as much to complain about.  Mrs.  Moffat was
exceptionally nice to her, Mr.  Moffat also; it was just that bitch Miranda
that she couldn't stand.  Whenever she wasn't hanging around with that
big-titted bimbo Stacy, she would pine away for when she could come over
and regale her with her sexual exploits.  If the dumb bitch wanted to have
sex so bad, why didn't she just go find a boy on her own?  "Because she's
ugly, that's why," she said to herself.  Miranda wasn't "disfigured-ugly",
she was just plain as a brown paper bag.  None of the boys in the
neighborhood ever called on her, and likely never would.  It was obvious in
public when they all went out together.  Kids aren't dumb, they can tell
right away, other kids are naturally drawn towards pretty girls and
handsome boys.  It doesn't matter what the age is.  Kids on the playground
always wanted to play with Ali and Becky first because they were the
prettiest girls there.  It was the same way with her friend Stacy and
Stacy's friend Olivia, they were both beautiful, not to mention stacked in
the breast department, but all the boys gave them the attention and not
Miranda.  It was the natural order of things, whether Ali understood it or
not, deep down she knew that boys just liked her more than other girls. 
Except for Becky of course, they liked her too.

   Miranda would never be that girl no matter what, and that's why she
hated her and nothing Ali could do was going to change that.  She had tried
being nice to her and it got her nowhere, if anything it seemed to make her
more vengeful towards her.  Miranda was always doing mean things to her. 
Three times Ali had to rescue her only meaningful possession, her stuffed
bear, from the trash.  Tears of joy had flooded down her cheeks when Mrs.
Moffat had found it and returned it to her stating, "she had no idea how it
could have gotten there." Ali knew; Miranda the "bitch" had put it there.
Ali had found a hiding place behind her dresser to stash her bear after the
third attempt to get rid of it.  It was the only possession she had that
reminded her of her mom and dad, and the bitch wanted to get rid of it,
just to make her miserable.  Ali was certain that if given the chance, she
would do something really evil to her.

   Ali enjoyed every day she and Becky had to play together, and it was
always a sad moment when she had to get going home, and that time was
quickly approaching.  It was almost dinner time and the Moffats would
expect her home, and so the two dear friends departed.

   After dinner, Ali hung out watching television with Mr.  and Mrs. 
Moffat.  They were so nice; they would sit with her and watch any show she
wanted to watch.  Even Mr.  Moffat would sit there while she watched her
shows.  It would be a long time before she could consider calling them mom
and dad, but she was fond of them just the same.  They were watching some
Disney movie called "Princess Protection..." something or other.  It was
set in a beautiful tropical location.  It was supposed to be Florida she
thought, but it looked more like South America or Mexico or something.  It
looked really nice and sunny all the time.  It was always cloudy and rainy
here she thought.  "I'd sure love to live somewhere tropical like that,"
she said to herself.

   Miranda walked in an offered to make hot chocolate for everyone.  Three
sets of eyes bugged out at her generous offer.  She never did anything nice
for anyone.  In hindsight, Ali should have known something was up but they
all accepted her offer and she quickly spun around and headed into the
kitchen.

   Miranda returned a short while later and passed out the mugs of hot
chocolate; it was delicious and even Ali thought that maybe there was some
good in Miranda.

   It was getting late and Ali started feeling sleepy, it was almost ten
o'clock and past her usual bedtime.  She headed upstairs and climbed into
bed and drifted off to the deepest sleep she'd had in years.  She'd had a
strange dream that night and remembered a pinch, but then was lost back to
her deep sleep.

   Ali awoke much later than normal and felt achy all over.  "I must have
slept too long," she thought as she saw that it was ten in the morning. 
"Holy crap, I slept for twelve hours!" she said as she threw the covers off
and climbed out of bed.  Miranda's annoying giggling was coming through the
walls again.  God how she hated waking up to that!  Someone was in there
with her; it was probably that bimbo Stacy again.  She thought she was too
groggy and achy to do anything about her this morning, but as she entered
the hallway and walked by her room, she couldn't help herself and threw
open her door and tore a strip off her and slammed the door as she walked
away.

   "What the hell was that all about?" Stacy asked in shock as the little
whirling dervish blasted Miranda with verbal assault out of nowhere and
left just as quickly.

   "Beats me, I guess the shot I gave her last night had some kind of
effect!" she replied.

   "How much did you give her?  I told you 2 cc's right?" Stacy asked.

   "I figured I'd bump it up a little, so I gave her 4 cc's.  It didn't
look like much.  Those tranquilizers worked awesome, she was out like a
light and didn't even wake up when I gave her the shot.

   "You gave that little kid four cc's!  She's going to be fucking her
bedpost in no time.  Wow, poor kid."

   "Fuck her, she deserves what she's got coming.  Have you heard from your
guys yet, when can they come?"

   "They usually text me around noon, so I'll call you when I hear from
them.  They're due back in two weeks, but with the offer you made, they
might move it up."

   "Awesome."

   Ali peeled off her pajamas and dropped them in the clothes hamper and
then stepped into the shower.  Soaping her body as usual, she noticed a
little red dot on her hip, and it was a little bit tender when she pushed
on it.  "That's odd, I wonder what that is?  It looks like a bite of some
kind," she said.  More noticeable were her little brown nipples which were
usually flat against her bony chest.  Today they were sticking out, puffing
out, may be a better way to describe it.  And they were really sensitive
she realized as she brushed her soapy fingers over them simultaneously. 
"Ouch, that kinda hurts," she said aloud as she returned her soapy fingers
back over the protruding nubs.  "What the hell is going on with me today? I
hurt all over, I have a bug bite on my hip and my nipples are sticking
out," she mumbled quietly.  Add to that her sudden outburst at Miranda, not
that she didn't deserve it, but it was not like her to just blow up like
that.  Something didn't seem right today.

   Ali met Becky at the park after lunch, their usual time, and tried her
best to have fun with her best friend.  She was distracted and irritable
and tried her best not to lose it.

   "What's wrong Ali?" Becky asked.

   "I don't know, my whole body feels weird today.  I'm sore all over and I
have this bug bite on my hip that I don't remember getting, and it hurts to
touch.  Plus I'm feeling a little grumpy, and I never get that way."

   "What makes you think you're grumpy?  You seem fine to me." Becky
returned.

   "I really laid into Miranda this morning for no good reason," as Ali
fidgeted about, her hands rubbing her arms, the skin feeling all tingly.

   "You don't need a reason to yell at her, she's such a bitch.  I do have
a question for you though."

   "What?"

   "What's with the t-shirt you have on?  It's bumpy," Becky said pointing
at the two little bumps sticking out from her shirt.

   "That's the weirdest thing of all," she whispered.  "My nipples are
poking out.  Out of nowhere they went from normal to poking out, and they
hurt too!" Ali said.

   "My sister is going through that too and her little boobies started out
that way.  It's all part of puberty she says."

   "I can't be going into puberty, I'm only nine!"

   "I didn't say you were, I only meant that's what my sister's boobs did
when they started to grow.  Maybe it's nothing," Becky added.



   Miranda heard her cell ring and saw that it was Stacy calling, "Hey
girlfriend, what's up?"

   "The timetable has been moved up, my guys are going to be here in three
of four days, and they want to see a picture of Ali before they agree to
the money," Stacy replied.

   "What money are you talking about?"

   "Do you think I was considering taking their offer and moving down to
Mexico for free?  They're willing to pay big bucks if she's worth it."

   "How much are you talking?" Miranda asked, seeing dollar signs in her
eyes.

   "It depends, but something in the range of 20 each," Stacy replied.

   "Twenty what?  You don't mean thousand do you?" Miranda asked, already
her mind was doing back flips for agreeing to do this.  Imagine making that
kind of money for getting rid of the biggest pain in her life!

   "Duh, of course.  These guys are loaded and they pay for quality," Stacy
answered.  "Look, I gotta go, I have a date.  See ya," she said and hung
up.

   "If they want quality, they're going to get it," Miranda said out loud.
Stacy had told her to give her one shot and then two pills a day.  Fuck the
pills, they were going to be harder to give to her than the shot in her
sleep, if she could knock her out every night that was.  She was determined
to get her a shot every night and if it took an act of kindness of every
night to get her one of the tranquilizers, then so be it.  She could
swallow her hatred for a few days if it meant she'd get rid of the little
brat and make some life-changing money in the process.



   Ali was grumpy for having to leave Becky at the playground, but it was
time to go and she still felt like crap all over.  It wasn't just her
nipples that were sore, her whole chest felt sore, and her body felt weird.
Her skin was tingly and for the first time in her life, her kitty felt
weird too.

   She marched up to her room and pulled her shirt off to get another look
at her puffy nipples.  She looked down and got the shock of her short
lifetime.  It wasn't just her nipples that were puffy, her whole chest
looked puffy too.  Her chest muscles, which were never very developed,
suddenly looked thicker, and when she felt them, they felt softer but also
very tender too.  Previously whenever she looked at her naked chest in the
mirror, all she saw were ribs and a little bit of muscle tissue.  That was
then, now the bony ribs were gone, her skin looked smoother, fuller, but it
was really sore to the touch.

   She wondered why her kitty felt weird and pulled her shorts down over
her bony legs.  The tissue around her kitty looked especially pink and
slightly swollen.  When she traced her finger up her slit she just about
jumped off the bed.  It had never been sensitive before, at least not like
this.  It was a shock to say the least, it felt electric, or something. 
Ali didn't know what was going on and although her touch felt very
interesting, she couldn't really describe how she felt about it.  It was...
what?  Nice?  Strange?  How do you describe something you've never felt
before?  The folds of skin that covered her "girl parts" were swollen too.
She touched the folds and the same thing happened, she jumped at the
sensation.  It was so intense, like someone had just touched her with a hot
piece of metal.  She carefully opened up her folds a saw that the little
bump of skin she had there was swollen too.  Nothing like this had ever
happened to her before.  Gently she touched her little bump, eliciting an
audible "Ohh." It was the most sensitive of all!  The shock went straight
to her brain and just about knocked her over.  "What am I going to do, this
is crazy!" she thought as she inspected further.  She had never really had
any need to look at her "parts" before.  She peed and she wiped, that was
the only thing required, well that and the occasional cleaning with soap
and water.

   Prying open her thin lips, she saw a splotch of wrinkled flesh at the
bottom and knew that this wasn't where she peed from.  Her pee came from a
spot just above.  She watched one day when she was curious where her pee
came from.  No that was something else.  She hadn't taken any formal health
classes that explained it, but she knew babies came from "down there"
somewhere and she knew from her whorish mother that men put their
"thingies" in somewhere down there too.  But if that was it, how in the
world could something like that happen to such a small little cluster of
skin?  She touched the skin and got the same response, electric shocks
elicited by her touch to the swollen skin.  Wondering what could be causing
it; she poked around further and found she could get the tip of her finger
in there.  There was a hole there after all!  The opening was really small,
but she could wiggle her finger in there.  Each movement sent shocks up her
spine which she still found overpowering, but the feeling was somehow
pleasant.

   "Ali, dinner time!" she heard.  Mrs.  Moffat was calling her to dinner
and the self-exam would have to wait until later she concluded, as she
pulled her underwear and shorts up all in one motion.  She opted to put a
light sweater on to hide her budding nipples.  The material scraped over
her sensitive buds as she pulled the sweater down.  She was definitely
going to need some softer tops to wear if her clothes were going to cause
her this much discomfort on her nipples.

   Ali mowed through her dinner with an appetite she'd never exhibited
before.  Mrs.  Moffat was very pleased when she asked for seconds.  She
thought, "Finally we can get some meat of her little bones."

   After dinner, they all watched TV together and Miranda didn't complain
when they let Ali pick the show.  She even offered to make hot chocolate
again which seemed way out of the ordinary.  For her to do it once was
stunning; twice was beyond imaginable.  The show they were watching ended
and Ali started feeling sleepy and excused herself and went to up to her
room.  She wanted to check out her kitty again before she fell asleep.



   Miranda waited until things were quiet in Ali's room before getting the
needle ready.  Quietly she entered her room and was surprised to see her
asleep with her pajama bottoms down around her ankles, her legs spread and
her finger still depressed into her tiny pussy.  Stacy had said the
hormones made you horny, but this brat was only nine!  An idea struck her
as she ran back to her room and grabbed her cell phone.  Stacy had said
they wanted a picture of her, what better picture than this!  She snapped a
shot of her face close up, and one of her whole body complete with the
finger sunken into her pussy.  She rolled her over and stuck the needle
into her hip, this time on the opposite side, and pulled her pajamas up. 
"I hope you like Mexico you little bitch!" Miranda whispered.

   Ali woke late again the following morning and just like the day before,
felt achy all over.  This time the ache seemed to reside mostly in her
chest and hips.  She got up and stopped herself for a moment; the last
thing she remembered was seeing how far she could get her finger up her
kitty, and then seemed to black out.  "I hope I'm just not remembering
crawling into bed.  What if somebody saw me like that?" Her moment of panic
was replaced by another when she reached up to see if her nipples were as
sensitive as yesterday and found them just as sensitive, only this morning
they were sticking out even further!  "Oh my God," she said as she lifted
up her top and looked with disbelief at her nipples clearly tenting out
from her chest.  You couldn't call them boobs, not just yet anyway, but
compared to yesterday, they definitely seemed to be..., what growing?  How
else could you describe it?  Two days ago all she had was a bony chest, now
it looked much fuller, more padded I guess was a better way to describe it.
And her nipples were definitely puffier and sticking out more.

   Nobody but Becky seemed to notice them yesterday, but surely more people
would today as it was really noticeable.  What should she do she wondered?
Ask Mrs.  Moffat to call the doctor?  She hated doctors and the last thing
she wanted right now was a medical problem.  Even as mean as Miranda was,
the Moffat's were nice and she was afraid of what kind of family she might
get stuck with if Mrs.  Moffat didn't want her because of some medical
condition.  And even Miranda seemed to be changing her tune lately.

   Ali pulled her top down and headed for the bathroom.  An odd thought
struck her, Miranda wasn't cackling in her room like usual, she stopped at
her room and knocked.  She heard Miranda call out, "come on in." Opening
the door, Ali found her at her computer and turned around and said "Heya
squirt, how ya feeling this morning?" Something weird was definitely going
on; Miranda being polite, and cheerful towards her?

   "Fine, I guess.  What are you doing?" Ali asked.

   "Just emailing some pictures to a friend," she replied, and she had. 
The pictures from last night had been sent and Stacy had already texted her
back telling her the guys in Mexico were definitely interested.  They had
upped the offer to fifty thousand dollars when they saw the two pictures
she had taken last night.  "Having your shower now?" she asked, spotting
the towel in her hand.

   "Uh, yeah, see ya," Ali replied.  This was getting weirder by the
second. Why was Miranda suddenly being so nice?  Oh, well, there are worse
things in the world that can happen than someone suddenly being nice to
you, as she would soon find out.

   Ali stripped down in front of the mirror and looked at her naked body.
It didn't even look like hers anymore.  Her chest looked much fuller than
what it did even two days ago.  Her privates looked pink and swollen, and
her hips were sore.  Just the act of walking to the bathroom felt
different. The act of pulling the soft pajama top over head caused the thin
material to drag over her nipples and they instantly wrinkled up and sent
shivers down her spine.  They weren't any more sensitive than yesterday,
but they stuck out further which made things worse.  They were going to
catch on everything she wore.  She'd have to see if there were any soft
camisoles in her drawer.  It would be the closest thing to a bra she'd
have. "Duh, wear a bikini top, goof ball," she suddenly said to herself as
she realized she had several of those and they'd work well enough.

   The soap felt wonderful all over as she washed her body, the tingling
seemed to be radiating from all over, especially when she washed her
protruding nipples.  She hadn't washed "down there" yet because frankly,
she was apprehensive about touching herself after feeling how interesting
the sensation was yesterday.  She didn't want to say pleasurable because
that was too much like saying she enjoyed masturbating, and good girls
don't do that.  That's the closest thing to sex, and only sluts did that,
like her mom.  Her mom was a slut, well, used to be a slut.  Stacy was a
slut.  Miranda couldn't be one, she was too ugly and no guy would want to
have sex with her.  No, good girls didn't touch themselves.

   Ali washed around her privates being careful not to touch her kitty lest
she send those parks shooting out again.  That felt kinda nice and she
didn't want to enjoy that, that would make her a slut, wouldn't it?  She
did have to keep clean though, Mrs.  Moffat said so as her soapy fingers
found her cleft.  "Ooohhh, that feels different today," she thought as her
fingers traced up and down her meager slit.  The feeling was sublime as she
poked and prodded at her parts.  She found the bundle of skin at the top of
her kitty was really sensitive and when she rubbed it, the feeling just
about knocked her off her feet.  It was almost too sensitive.  She
preferred to touch her lower part, the part where you could stick your
finger into.  That was fun, and the soap made it really easy to stick a
finger in there.  It was tight, but she could feel her muscles relaxing as
her finger made it in deeper.

   She felt something growing inside her when she pushed her finger in, and
the friction from her hand on the skin above her kitty made it grow that
much worse.  It was scary and it made her stop what she was doing.  She
didn't know what that "growing" feeling was; it nagged at her like she was
supposed to keep going, but she was too scared to.  She needed to
understand what was going on with her body and she had nobody she could
ask. She could ask Stacy, she was a slut and would know everything about
what she was feeling, but she'd tell Miranda and that would be the death of
her.

   No she'd have to figure it out for herself.  Ali returned to her room
and opened her bathrobe so she could spend some time with her new changes.
Her nipples seemed like the easiest place to start and so she rubbed each
one independently.  The rush was immediate.  The feeling flushed down
through her, all the way down to her pussy and warmed her whole body.  The
little nubs wrinkled up with the attention and with the exposure to the
cool air.  They almost hurt when they wrinkled up, the nerves seemed to
contract and intensify to the point that she had to stop touching them.  As
an experiment, she grabbed onto them pinching them and just about passed
out from the overload of feelings.  "Don't do that again!" she said out
loud.

   With her crinkled nipples out of action for a few minutes, Ali
concentrated on her kitty.  She was having fun with that as it was
sensitive, but mostly on the outside by the top of her slit.  That nub was
even more sensitive than her nipples.  She really couldn't touch it too
hard yet, it was just too sensitive.  Instead, she rubbed her finger down
her slit to her hole and pushed her finger in.  It was getting easier and
easier every time to get her little finger in there.  The little patch of
skin around the opening that allowed her finger to penetrate was stretching
a little more each time.

   With a little effort, she could push her middle finger all the way in
until her palm was seated up against her smooth skin.  It felt good to have
something in there.  She liked the friction and the way it made her feel
when she slid it all the way in, and then back out again, mostly the "in"
direction though.

   Ali started slow, just easing her finger in slowly and then retreating
all the way out.  It was fun and she enjoyed the feeling.  What she thought
about girls that touched themselves was completely wrong.  She thought only
sluts touched themselves, but this felt good and she was definitely not a
slut.  Sluts let boys do stuff to them, and she'd never let that happen! 
She would never turn out like her mother, or that other slut Stacy.

   Ali heard footsteps in the hallway and immediately pulled her bathrobe
back on lest she be caught with her finger up her kitty.  Stacy's voice
rang out "Miranda, are you decent?"

   Thank God it wasn't someone about to barge into her room, now she could
go back to what she was doing.  Leaving her bathrobe on, she let if fall
free, her newly sprouting chest heaving as she worked her middle finger
back into her tight little hole.  Ali was surprised that there was moisture
there.  At first she suspected it was just water from her shower, but that
had dried off already, this was coming from inside of her kitty.  As she
slipped her finger into her kitty she felt more of the watery liquid
coating her finger, she seemed to be making more and more of it.  Pretty
soon the entire outside of her kitty was wet.  Ali thought she had peed
herself there was so much of it leaking out.  She didn't feel like she was
peeing, but there was enough fluid to scare the young girl into thinking
she was leaking something.  She pulled her finger out and sniffed.  It
didn't smell like pee, in fact it didn't smell like much at all.  It had an
earthy smell to it, but it wasn't unpleasant.  She couldn't explain why,
but she tentatively licked her finger and checked the taste.  It didn't
taste like anything either, just like salty water.

   She pushed her finger back into her kitty and started pushing her finger
in and out again.  It felt so good to her.  Voices through the wall
reminded Ali that the slut was in the next room.  Maybe if she listened
carefully enough, she could get a clue as to what was going on with her
body.

   Ali carefully crept down the hallway and listened at the door.  She
overheard Stacy talking about "fucking a group of guys yesterday", what did
that mean?  Was that the term used to describe having sex?  That's what her
mom did with those drunken losers.  Why was Stacy doing that?  She wasn't
much older than she was, and she was having sex with a whole group of guys!
"What a slut," Ali thought.  "That'll never be me, I'm going to get married
some day to the man of my dreams and live happily ever after."

   Ali returned to her room and her finger returned to its new home between
her legs.  She didn't understand why she felt so compelled to do this, only
that it felt good and she wanted to keep going.  Pretty soon the activity
gave her that "growing" feeling again, and she stopped.  It came on again,
and she stopped, although this time she let it go a little further than the
last time.  A muffled groan escaped her lips as she stopped the activities
between her legs.  Ali panicked that Miranda and Stacy had heard her groan.
If they did, they certainly didn't stop gabbing long enough to acknowledge
it as she could hear their muffled voices through the wall.



   "So has she started changing yet?" Stacy asked.

   "I found her sprawled out on her bed last night with her finger up her
twat.  Is that changing?"

   "Yeah, she's probably got her fingers buried in her snatch right now. 
Those hormones make you crazy horny.  I fucked like eight guys on my first
day after taking those pills and the injection.  She's younger but she's
probably getting the same urges," Stacy said.

   "Do you really think she'd fuck someone?" Miranda asked.

   "If she hasn't yet, she will, and soon.  Those hormones make it
inevitable."

   "Oh."



   Ali had lost track of time playing with her snatch.  She had worked her
way up to the point where she thought she would finally know what that
"growing" feeling was.  It felt like she was going to burst.  Her technique
was amateurish but she would soon refine that as she felt compelled to give
her kitty constant attention.  Her palm rubbed her sleeve of skin covering
her super-sensitive nub of flesh at the top of her slit; the attention
added to the pleasure she felt by stroking her finger in and out of her
kitty.  "Now or never," she thought as the "feeling" reached an enormous
intensity, and then released.  "Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, nnnnngggggggaaa," she
belted out as the most amazing rush overtook her.  The convulsions wracked
her as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her.  Time seemed to stand
still as the amazing surge of feelings rushed through her.  In reality, it
was only a few seconds, but in those few seconds, and new world opened up
to the young girl.

   "What was that?" she wondered in total amazement as the last remaining
surges of pleasure passed through her.  Whatever it was, an addict to
carnal pleasure was born with that first orgasm.



   "Did you hear that?" Stacy asked while sitting on Miranda's bed; her
tale of her latest fuck session interrupted by the moaning coming from the
next room.  "It's started already.  She just had an orgasm.  From here on
in, get used to it; she'll be slapping that pussy non-stop until she's
gone."

   "It's going to get really annoying.  I'll be glad when she's gone,"
answered Miranda.  Truthfully, she'd never had an orgasm of her own and she
was jealous of the little runt.



   Ali had started out using just a single finger in her kitty, but had
graduated up to a second finger.  It stretched her little flap of skin, but
she felt compelled to push more into her tiny pussy.  She was constantly
wet down there and her body called out for attention as she pushed her
fingers into her kitty again and again.

   A knock on her door, broke little Ali's attention from working on her
third orgasm of the morning.  Her entire morning was behind her and she
still hadn't found any clothes to put on yet.  Pulling her bathrobe on
quickly, she answered the door and found Becky standing there.  "Hi Beck,
whatcha doing here?" Ali asked.

   "It's one o'clock, why didn't you come down to the park?"

   "It's what?" Ali looked at the clock on her nightstand and was shocked
to see the time.  She'd spent the last three hours playing with her pussy
and completely lost track of time.  "Uhh, do you want to hang out here, or
do you want to go down to the park?"

   "The park, throw something on and let's go," Becky said as she stood
there watching.

   Ali managed to hide her sprouting chest from her friend while she pulled
her shirt on.

   "What's that red mark on your hip there?" Becky asked.

   "I think it's some kind of bug bite or something," she said as she spun
around to show her the spot on her left hip.

   "Oh, you have two of them?  I didn't know."

   "Two of them?" Ali asked as she looked at her other hip and saw a second
red spot there that matched the first one.  "That's really odd.  I don't
remember getting that one either," Ali said.

   Ali pulled her underwear and shorts on, and headed out the door with
Becky, prepared to have some good fun.  Her urge to jam her fingers back
into her kitty never subsided.

   Their fun at the park just wasn't the same today.  They ran around
acting silly, played on the swings.  They played on the playground
equipment and talked with other girls and ignored the boys as best they
could, but Ali just wasn't into it today.  She was dying to get back to
playing with her pussy, and the running was painful.  Her chest hurt every
time she ran, the swollen tissue shook and jiggled with every step.  The
sensitive nipples that capped the swelling flesh were super sensitive and
crinkled up from the friction her t-shirt, causing her some degree of what?
Discomfort?  The little shocks that flew from her nips that were once
unbearable, were starting to feel less like pain, and more like, well...,
almost enjoyable.

   The urge to stick her fingers in her pussy were impossible to ignore any
longer; Ali had to find somewhere she could go to take care of her urges.
"Becky, I'll be right back, I have to go find a bathroom," she called out
to her friend as she hustled home.  It was only two blocks away but it
seemed like ten with the urgency calling from her loins.

   Ali ran up to her room and quickly pulled her shorts down and jammed her
fingers into her muff.  Her little bald pussy was soaking wet and her
fingers entered easily.  The little membrane protecting her virginity was
being stressed further and further with every fingering session.  The
normally clear mucus coating her fingers had little tinges of pink mixed
in, but went without notice by the furious activity dominating the nine
year old's attention.

   Ali scooted back to the park after achieving her quickest orgasm yet. 
Her underwear were soaked from the secretions that seemed to be flowing
non-stop from her immature pussy.  And even though she had just orgasmed,
she wanted another.  No it was beyond wanting, she needed another one. 
Maybe "need" was an understatement also.  The need was beyond that, maybe
all-consuming.

   Becky was getting annoyed, Ali could tell, she had run home two more
times to "use the bathroom" as her excuse.  Since discovering the pleasure
that could be achieved between her legs, Ali could think of nothing else
she wanted to do other than stroke her kitty.  The usually laid-back Becky
was quiet when they departed for home with dinner soon approaching.  With
luck she could get one more orgasm in before dinner.

   Ali plowed through dinner and had a second helping like the previous
night.  Mrs.  Moffat was pleased to see the young girl eating so well, she
seemed to be finally filling out a little bit lately.

   Their after-dinner TV was interrupted by Ali's constant running to the
bathroom.  Three times she ran up to the bathroom while they watched her
show without her present.  Each time the young girl returned looking flush
and sweaty.  Miranda made hot chocolate again and once again Ali fell into
a deep sleep with her hands buried in her crotch.



   Miranda depressed the plunger sending the surge of hormones into the
young girl's body once again, giving Ali her third shot in as many nights.
Miranda lifted the girl's shirt up to see if anything was happening.  She
was shocked to see actual breasts on the nine year old.  The nipples were
small and brown, but they were definitely sitting atop thickening breast
tissue.  Miranda reached down and gave them a little squeeze, they felt
nice and soft.  At the rate they were growing, she'd need a bra before the
Mexicans picked her up.  Out of curiosity, Miranda pulled down her pajama
bottoms and saw a smooth pussy with small dark hairs beginning to sprout
from around her thin labia.  The inner lips looked reddened and swollen,
likely from all the attention she had given them lately.



   Ali woke with a burning desire to pleasure herself, which she did
without even climbing out of bed.  Her orgasm, once achieved, gave her a
brief reprieve from the need to fill her pussy with her fingers.  Ali
climbed up out of bed and felt the familiar aches and pains she had been
feeling for the last three days.  With her gaze directed downwards, she
noticed her chest protruding even further than it had been at bed time. 
Gone were the little swells of thickening skin and tissue on her chest,
these protrusions were with form, they had curves, they were real breasts!
The puffy nipples seemed to have grown slightly as well, finally looking
like they belonged on the supple flesh with which they capped.

   Ali ran her hands over the soft flesh and couldn't believe that in just
three days they had grown from nothing to this.  They were soft and
pliable, the tissue springy to the touch.  They were still tender, but now
the touch wasn't painful, but mostly pleasurable.  She squeezed them and
gave her nipples a gentle rub, the sensations flowed down to her pussy and
made her want to orgasm again.

   Reaching down into her bottoms, her hands glided over her smooth pussy
and felt something she hadn't noticed before.  Looking down Ali saw thin
little dark hairs poking out from her around her kitty.  She was staring to
grow pubic hair!

   Ali was well beyond wondering why she was going through these changes,
it was too late for that.  Her body was developing at a miraculous pace and
her body had needs that she had to satisfy.  She only left her bedroom for
breakfast and a shower; the rest of the morning was dedicated to pleasing
her needs.

   Eventually Ali's fingers got tired from their exertion causing her to
experiment with other items she could use for her pussy play.  A crayola
marker fit well, but was a little too rigid and too smooth.  It didn't
produce enough friction to feel right.  Plus the cap kept catching on her
opening and pinching it, even making her bleed a little.  She didn't have
any other items in her room she could try other than a glue stick, and that
didn't feel much different than the marker, a little too smooth.

   Ali thought of finger shaped objects and thought of a carrot and headed
down and raided the fridge.  An hour later and a thoroughly used carrot had
all but obliterated Ali's hymen as she worked her little pussy like a
mad-woman.  It was getting tender and needed a break.

   Ali looked at the clock and it was lunch time already.  That meant Mrs.
Moffat would be expecting her down for lunch and Becky would be expecting
her down at the park shortly.  How was she going to make it through an
afternoon with only occasional attention to her kitty?


   ~ end of chapter 1 ~