Through A Lens Darkly

By Nomdreserv

Part 8

Jessica had been heading back anyway, after thoroughly testing and enjoying her incredible size and strength. As she neared the tents, she heard a baby crying, and ran the rest of the way, surprised to see no sign of Meg. By the water, a small girl tried to comfort the wailing infant she’d heard, and she walked over to them. Raquel looked up as Jessica approached, and her mouth dropped open in shock at the seven foot tall amazon’s appearance. Jessica had managed to squeeze herself back into one of the largest suits, but the skin tight fabric did little to hide her basketball-sized breasts, mountainous shoulders or rock hard abs, and her Herculean arms and legs were on full display.

“Hello,” the giantess smiled disarmingly, seeing the near terror on Raquel’s face. “My name is Jessica. What’s yours?”

“Raquel,” the girl mumbled shyly.

“Raquel?” Jessica repeated in disbelief. “Not Raquel Angel?”

This brought back some of the small girl’s resolve. “Am too,” she nodded defiantly.

“Wow. I see Meg took your picture.”

“Uh huh,” the girl nodded again. “She was real nice and took lots of pictures and gave me toys to play with afterwards.”

“Toys? Did she give you that camera to play with?”

Raquel nodded less certainly this time. “Sorta. I was playing photogaffer, and, um …”

“Where is Meg?” Jessica asked, still looking around. It was then that she saw the trail of discarded clothes which led to the crying baby, who now looked up at her imploringly.

“Meg?” she gasped in recognition.

The baby looked back blankly, but Raquel nodded again.

“What happened?”

“I dunno,” Raquel answered, then began speaking rapidly in her nervousness. “I was taking pictures and then Meg got real small and I got scared but the camewa stopped working and she’s like a real baby ‘cuz she wet herself, see?” She pointed at Meg’s damp shirt and a spot in the sand. “But that’s OK 'cuz babies do that but I don’t ‘cuz I’m a big girl. Not big like you - gosh you’re big. Are you like the Hulk? He gets big when he’s mad but I hope you aren’t mad. Please don’t be mad.”

“It’s all right,” Jessica assured her. “I’m not mad.” She smiled at the irony of Meg being caught at the other end of the lens. “It’s actually kind of funny.” The smile faded. “As long as we can change her back. She’s the only one who really knows these lenses. So, you were taking Meg’s picture with this camera?”

“Uh huh,” the still wide-eyed girl admitted. “I took lots of pictures. Like that lady.” She pointed to a more distant figure, but instead of a “lady,” Jessica saw a young adolescent girl wading in the water.

“Ah,” she sighed. “Well, we’ve pretty well figured out what this lens does anyway.”

“Want me to take your picture, too?” Raquel asked brightly.

“NO!” Jessica snapped, then calmed herself as the girl jumped. “I think I’d better take the camera now.”

“OK,” Raquel pouted. “It’s bwoke anyway.”

Jessica examined the red warning light. “No. All we need to do is clear the memory.” Her finger froze partway to the button. “Wait a minute. What will that do to …” She glanced at the girls at her feet and the other down the beach. “Let’s try this another way. Come on, honey. We’ll try another camera.”

She extricated Meg from her baggy shirt and comically out of place bra, then pulled off the soaking, oversize panties. Meg had quieted, but her arms and legs waved dramatically as Jessica carried her up the beach, with Raquel skipping about her feet.

“Taking pictures is fun,” she sang. “I wanna do it again. Are you gonna take pictures too? Can I help?”

“Sure, sure,” Jessica replied. “I just hope we can figure out how to take the right kind.”

They reached the tent, and Jessica set Meg down to drool on a towel. She found the smallest bikini bottom in the pile (including some child sizes since Meg had known ahead of time she would use the AR lens) and used it to fashion a makeshift diaper. Then she bent to examine the wide array of lenses and filters in the case. Some were ordinary camera lenses, marked with the usual focal length and aperture numbers, but others bore only cryptic symbols and numbers instead.

“Well, I guess they couldn’t very well write ‘breast enlargement’ and ‘age progression’ in big letters on them,” she sighed. “So, we just experiment. I know Meg said she’d used it already today. Hmm.” She grabbed the one nearest the missing lens and attached it to Meg’s camera. “Here goes nothing,” she said, aiming it at the expectant baby gooing at her and firing a few frames.

The baby smiled as extra dimples formed on her face, and she went from baby-plump to downright chubby. A change to be sure, but not what Jessica had hoped.

“Ooh. Fat baby,” Raquel decided.

“OK, wrong guess,” Jessica admitted, watching the creased arms and legs swell. “But, hey, this could be a lot of fun at my next fashion runway show. Try again.”

“This one,” Raquel offered helpfully.

“Why not?” Jessica replied with a conspiratorial grin.

Several exposures later, Meg was sporting much longer and thicker hair instead of her baby-fine down, but was otherwise no older in appearance. The next choice seemed to produce no effects at all on the cooing infant.

“Huh,” Jessica commented after about eight shots. “I guess they don’t all work.”

The next one produced more immediate and satisfying results. The baby seemed to jump with each click as her body grew, face redefining to more recognizable features as her hair filled in, and her arms and legs lengthened and moved less randomly. Soon a toddler lay on the towel, still squirming and with a happy but vacuous look to her eyes.

“Meg?” Raquel asked.

The toddler blew bubbles at her. Raquel simply stared in open-mouthed wonder again.

“I hope her mind catches up soon,” Jessica breathed, while continuing to shoot.

It did, though slowly. By the time Meg reached Raquel’s age again, she stopped drooling and looked around with a puzzled expression. As she hit seven, she sat up, albeit wobbly.

“J …Jessica?” she asked, her eyes starting to focus.

“Hang on, Meg,” Jessica replied in a relieved voice. “Have you back soon.”

Meg was still plump, but the extra fat became better distributed as she grew, especially as she neared adolescence. Soon, she felt a tingling in her nipples as they suddenly swelled and began to push out from her chest. Two more clicks, and she had visible breasts again. She stood up shakily and wrapped a towel around her chest, feeling both teenaged embarrassment about her body and a general chagrin at the whole sequence.

“Raquel took one of my camewas … cameras,” she blushed. “It was set on rapid fire.”

“So I saw.” Jessica continued to shoot, propelling Meg through her early teen years and a sudden growth spurt. The suit bottom tightened as Meg’s hips and ass took on a familiar rounded form. Suddenly, it tightened even more as a totally unfamiliar sensation hit her, and Meg looked down in wide-eyed shock.

Jessica followed her gaze. The front of her bikini sported an unmistakable and completely foreign bulge.

“What the …?” Meg trailed off in an astonished squeak, then looked at the discarded lenses sitting out. “Jessica, did you?”

“Sorry, Meg. Had to experiment a little before we got it right.” She pointed at the growing bulge. “Is that … um?”

Meg reached down gingerly to touch her suit front and jumped in response.

“Um, yeah,” she admitted, blushing harder. She also couldn’t resist reaching down to caress her front again. “Ohhh myyyy. Yes … it … certainly … is … different.”

Raquel began giggling uncontrollably at Meg’s funny actions and the expression on her face, and Meg immediately stopped her unconscious masturbation, now crimson faced.

“You do come with some interesting accessories on your shoots, Meg,” Jessica teased dryly. “I take it this lens is the reason I haven’t seen James around?”

“He’s right over …” Meg squinted, trying hard not to start rubbing the tent in her bikini again. She saw the barely adolescent girl playing in the surf. “Oh. Raquel again, huh?”

Raquel had taken Meg’s myriad transformations with remarkable equanimity, her five year old outlook on life unconcerned by the supposedly immutable laws of science.

“I take pictures,” she announced proudly.

“You sure did,” Meg sighed, suddenly realizing where she was stroking again, and now determinedly folding her hands across her chest. Unfortunately, the sensations elicited there only seemed to reinforce the clamor for attention below, and she dropped them to her side awkwardly. “Well, this complicates matters.”

“You gonna change yourself back?” Jessica asked.

Meg was tempted, but in more ways than one, and finally shook her head. “Too many variables. The only way to undo them all is with the restorative fluid, and that would change everyone back. I still want my ‘special’ issue to come off.” She considered a few moments. “Tell you what, at least make me legal again. I don’t wanna be back in high school for the next month. The rest… I’ll learn to live with.”

Jessica clicked away, and both Meg’s breasts and the bulge in her suit enlarged as she sped through the rest of her teens and into her twenties.

“Going to be an interesting month,” Jessica commented dryly, watching Meg’s too small bikini bottom push down and out.

On that, they could all agree.


END PART 8

Copyright 1999 by Nomdreserv

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