On October first, Marthe started sixth grade at the town's only junior high school. The school had around 200 sixth graders, 200 seventh graders, and 200 eighth graders, divided among classrooms that held around 50 students each. On her first day, Marthe noticed that the boys were on average around five feet tall, and that the girls were on average around six inches taller than the boys. She was far and away the tallest sixth grader in her school, and this filled her with a sense of pride and security that was a completely new feeling for her. Her first day of school proceeded very smoothly except for one awkward incident. Being a good student, Marthe got to her homeroom before anyone else, and when introducing herself to her new teacher she was mistaken for a college-aged student-teacher who was supposed to be helping him out during the first week of school. The teacher, a very small man in his early 30s, was perceptibly nervous and before Marthe realized the situation of mistaken identity, she had to turn the little man down when he stuttered his way through asking her to dinner and a movie. The male teacher was mortified to learn that in fact Marthe was one of the 12-year-olds he was supposed to be teaching, but Marthe smiled and reassured him that she wasn't insulted, she was in fact flattered, and that no harm was done. Just as other female students were arriving Marthe hurriedly steadied her teacher by giving him a few pats on the head, telling him everything would be alright, and quickly embracing him so that his head was smushed into her ample bosom. All in all, Marthe had a great first day back at school and returned home with a smile lingering on her face. She was having a good autumn.

As for her brothers and father, Lee, Craig, David, and Edward continued to work at their dead-end jobs. Frank had by now graduated from college, and managed to find some form of meaningless employment. Ian, Hugo and Don continued to study at the local college. Her father Arthur also continued his job at the gas station. Marthe reviewed their life-situations in her mind as she walked home and couldn't help but note how much better she was starting to like her life than her father and brothers seemed to like theirs. She knew it couldn't help their self-esteem to see little Marthe skyrocketing past them. Formerly, of course, they seemed to derive pleasure from making her hate her station in life, but they couldn't bully her so much anymore, could they? No, in fact they couldn't bully her at all anymore, and somehow she never got tired of realizing again and again that she had somehow become the biggest, the strongest, and by default the most confident person in her household. All at twelve years old. She liked knowing this, and she smiled to herself, realizing that, as much as she was starting to like her life now, she would be only going UP and UP and UP from here!

Once Marthe got home from school, she went to her room and closed the door. She started to review the day in her mind, and she started to wonder why she and the other girls in her school were so much taller than the boys. Most of the girls in the class were in fact taller than that silly little male teacher. She also started thinking more about her dramatic growth over the summer, and why she had grown so much taller than her parents and brothers. As her mind got flooded with these thoughts, she felt both empowered and afraid at the same time. Just how much bigger was she going to get, how fast was she going to grow, and how would she see fit to cope with her newfound power?

In her first month in sixth grade, Marthe started to make new friends among the girls at her school. Her confidence in herself continued to build during this month, and she started to feel more comfortable in her new environment. She was also starting to notice boys more than before, and boys (and men) were definitely noticing her. Twice she thought she overheard some of her own brothers individually muttering profane exclamations to themselves about the size of her breasts, whispering when they thought she was out of earshot. By the end of October she was 6'1" and weighed 160 pounds. She prepared herself for the next time when one of her brothers dared pinch her ass, for she was planning to throw the little male body against the wall and throttle him in such a circumstance, but alas none of her brothers dared approach her in that manner. Two other male teachers at the school asked her out, however, and the principal himself had once hit on her quite brashly, but she had taken amusement in turning these men down and alerting them of the true situation. Nearly everyone she met and had a conversation with couldn't help but fall in love or lust with her, noting how big she was getting and how mature for her age she was looking and sounding. Dozens of men who hardly knew her couldn't help but see visions of her in their minds' eyes each evening. These men would spend much time worrying about whether or not it was "okay" to admit to themselves how they felt about "little Marthe" and how badly they wished they knew her better. In every way, she was truly getting mature beyond her years and was becoming the talk of the town. By now she flatly refused to be pushed around by her brothers, and she had started to also challenge her father's authority. Once when he told her that they would be having lasagna for dinner and that she was to prepare it, she told him that, no, he was going to order them pizza, that she would take a whole ham and pineapple pizza just for herself, that he was to tip the delivery girl generously for once, and that if he had a problem with it then maybe they should armwrestle to see who was stronger. Luckily for Arthur's ego, no one else was in the room during this exchange. His mouth gaped open but before anything else was said Don and Hugo walked in the room. "What's for dinner?" Don asked, and Arthur murmured that he was going to order pizza and fled the room before smiling Marthe could add anything else to his growing sense of shame and terror.

November started off fairly uneventfully. On the Sunday of the first week, everyone but Marthe and Don decided to go fishing to kill some time. Arthur left a note saying that Marthe and Don were to wash the dirty dishes. By now, Don was a 19 year old sophomore at college, and he had had a particularly miserable first month at school. In particularly he was stewing over the fact that all his professors were female and they all criticized his essays and found flaws in everything he said and wrote. On a Sunday, the last thing he wanted to do was to wash a huge pile of dirty dishes with his 12-year-old sister. Marthe also didn't feel like spending her Sunday doing any chores. Marthe didn't get along with Don to begin with, and amongst her brothers, he had always been the meanest one to her. So neither said a word to the other one, with Don going to the
living room to watch TV, and Marthe going to her room to call a friend. She felt no real concern because, after all, if the dishes didn't get done and her father had a problem with it, she would simply take this as an opportunity to defy him. Either Don would do the dishes or else she would have an excuse to put her father on the spot once again and press him to acknowledge her physical superiority.

Don, on the other hand, spent the next couple of hours watching TV, but he knew that eventually the dishes needed to be washed. Frustrated as hell, he thought about his life and became angry beyond reason regarding the female influence in his misery. So he headed to Marthe's room, banged on her door and told her to wash the dishes. Marthe replied by saying that she was on the phone with a friend. Don could care less, and he opened the door and went in, yelling to his sister to get down to the kitchen and wash the dishes before their father returned. Marthe, dressed only in her bra and panties and thus shocked that Don had intruded on her, told her friend that she had to go and hung up. She next turned to her brother and, feeling pity for him, said that perhaps they could each wash half of the dishes. Don, very distracted and unable to keep his eyes off his sister's immense swaying cleavage, replied that he was 19, in college, and a male, while she was only a girl of 12 in sixth grade, so therefore he had seniority. They started arguing, and Don lost his temper and sneakily tripped his sister as she was reaching for some clothes to put on, so that she landed backwards on her bed.

It was the first time in months that a male had dared to physically assult her. Not expecting this, Marthe was momentarily startled but soon regained her composure. Encouraged by what had happened, Don tried to slap his sister in the face, but Marthe was ready this time, and grabbed her brother's wrist in time. Don tried slapping her with his other hand, but Marthe grabbed his other wrist as well. They started to struggle and roll around on her bed. Don had a scowl on his face, despite the fact that his penis had hardened (this being the first time Don had ever rolled around on a bed with a girl dressed only in her underwear), but Marthe simply found it all sort of thrilling and she started laughing at how silly it was for shrimpy little Don to even try to assault her big strong body. For a brief moment Don ended up on top of her. However, given that he was only 5'3" tall and weighed 115 pounds, he didn't stay on top for long. To Marthe's surprise, she very, very, VERY easily overpowered her brother the second she put her mind to doing so, and then she rolled around, ending up on top of him. With her brother's wrists securely in her hands, her body on top of his, and her immense breasts drapped over Don's head, Marthe had the opportunity to catch her breath from laughing so much.

By now, Don had ended up lying on his back on Marthe's bed, with his wrists caught securely in his sister's hands, and Marthe had ended up sitting on her brother's midsection. Don tried desperately to break free, but it proved futile. The entire time, Marthe's big breasts jiggled as she giggled and looked into her brother's eyes with a mixture of surprise and amusement. After a few minutes, Don gave up trying to break free. Marthe responded by pulling up on her brother's wrists, so that Don's upper body ended up being upright. Next, Marthe straightened her legs and wrapped them around her brother's midsection, and started to squeeze. Don responded by gasping in surprise. He tried to lessen the pressure by tightening his abdominal muscles. Marthe responded by increasing the pressure. Don's abdominal muscles cramped up quickly and Marthe continued to increase the pressure. "You can't win, Don," she said. "It's just as I thought. My girl legs are much stronger than your entire male body." After a short while, Don's abdominal muscles were completely exhausted, but Marthe continued to increase the pressure, while Don moaned in pain.

This process continued for the next fifteen minutes, with Don gasping and moaning in pain and desperately trying to breathe, and Marthe responding by relentlessly squeezing her brother's midsection tighter and tighter with her legs and reducing his breathing capacity, all while throwing some choice disparaging comments his way. At times Marthe would remark, "Oooh, listen to that cute little moan!" and then she would lean in, give Don several kisses on the lips, then lean back and squeeze her legs even harder. Finally Don began crying and begging his sister for mercy: "Oh Marthe! Please!! Please stop!! Please stop!!" Marthe responded by getting serious and asking Don why she should stop. Had he ever stopped teasing her when she was the smaller one? Don responded to this by saying that he would gladly wash the dishes. Marthe said that that was no longer good enough. Don asked her what else she wanted. Marthe responded by saying: "Well big brother, I also want you to clean my room, do my laundry, kiss my ass, and give me 200 euros so that I can buy a new dress and a new pair of shoes. Or else I shall have to spank you." Don instantly agreed, even though this would wipe out most of his savings. Marthe finally unwrapped her bulging mega-legs from around Don's tiny midsection and released him. He instantly collapsed into a pitiful little pile on her bed. Then Marthe got up, smiled, and snaked one arm under him, with which she roughly scooped him up and dropped him into a little pile at her feet. Wincing with pain and exhaustion, Don looked up to see that Marthe was pulling down her pants and panties. "I meant it literally, little Don," she told him. "I want you to give both of my ass cheeks nice, nice kisses." He did as he was instructed and in his delirious state he could not help but notice how round, smooth, and immense his sister's ass had become.

After he had recovered physically (he never recovered mentally), Don spent the rest of the day washing the dishes and doing whatever his sister had asked of him. Several times she gave him spurious, pointless commands, such as to do twenty jumping jacks and then bark like a puppydog, or to look at her feet and decide which of her toes was the cutest, and he readily obeyed. He also gave her the 200 euros that she had asked for. While Don was busy with his tasks, Marthe had wondered why she had had strange tingling sensations when her brother was struggling between her legs. These thoughts, along with all the changes that her body had gone through since July continued to flood her mind that night as she drifted off to sleep.

The rest of November went by fairly uneventfully, and by the end of the month Marthe had grown to a height of 6'2" and weighed 165 pounds. Her figure was also becoming stupendously feminine. She boasted a towering hourglass figure, and though she had very little fat, her body was becoming stupendously curvy. Given that the Flemings lived on a small island, and there wasn't much to do there, fishing was one of the activities that had become somewhat of a weekend ritual for them. On the first of December, as Don was in his room doing his homework, there was a knock on his door. He asked who it was, and Marthe responded that it was she. Don reluctantly told her to come in. She entered his room and closed the door behind her. After a bit of small talk she said: "Listen, big brother, as you know, I want to buy a dress and a pair of shoes with the money that you gave me. I have decided that I am going to do that this weekend. One of my tall friends has told me about a store where she buys some of her clothes. I need you to drive me there this weekend." Don said: "But... I am going fishing this weekend." Marthe responded: "I am sorry, big brother, but you are going to have to change your plans. Also, I don't want anyone to know about this. It can be our WIDDLE secret," and on the emphasized word Marthe squeezed Don's little shoulder, which was hidden in her big plump hand. Don winced and for a moment he wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but after their last encounter he decided that it was in his best interest to do as he was told. When he agreed to Marthe's wishes she thanked him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and then turned around, pulled her pants down, and remarked that it was time for him to give her some more pecks on the cheeks as well. He obeyed, nervously and shamefully putting his little lips to his sister's buttocks. "Oh thank you, big brother," she told him before departing. "I knew you'd come around. I knew you couldn't resist the opportunity to spend more 'alone time' with me. At least, the erection you've had whenever I'm around you as hinted as much!" Don blushed, and walking away down the hall Marthe called over her shoulder: "Now don't jerk off too hard!"

The weekend approached, and Don came up with the excuse of having to do his homework to avoid going fishing with his father and brothers. Once they h ad left, he followed his sister's directions to the clothing store in his rusty old clunker. Once at the store, Marthe asked her brother to wait for her in the car. She went inside the store and spent the next thirty minutes looking around until she found what shewas looking for. She went inside one of the fitting rooms, and tried on what she had selected. Satisfied with her appearance, she bought the items and returned to the car. Her brother drove her back home. Once inside, Marthe asked Don to come to her room. Don was a little hesitant, so Marthe took his hand in hers, and walked him to her room. Once inside, she closed the door. Her room had a full length mirror, and she asked her brother to stand in front of it. She told her brother: "Close your eyes, Don. I am going to try on what I just bought, and then you can open your eyes." Don did as he was told, and after about ten minutes, Marthe asked him to open his eyes.

When Don opened his eyes, he saw their reflection in the mirror. Marthe was standing behind him, in her new dress and shoes. She was wearing a tight pink dress that covered most of her upper body and came down to her knees. She also had on a
pair of cream colored stockings, and a pair of red platform shoes with 5-inch heels. Marthe asked her brother to look into her eyes and tell her how she looked. Now that his sister was sixteen inches taller than him in her heels, Don had to look way upwards to make eye contact with her. Don had to admit to himself that his sister looked stunning, but he couldn't bring himself to say that to her, not wanting to give her any more power over him, so he just stared up at her speechlessly. Looking down into her silent brother's eyes, Marthe knew that she must have looked really, REALLY good. "The fact that you couldn't say anything only tells me that you're even MORE stunned and under my spell than I could ever have expected!" she remarked with glee. Then Marthe bent down and kissed the top of Don's head. Next, she turned him around, cupped his chin in her hand and lifted it so they were making eye contact and said: "I don't want you telling our relatives about this, Don. It is our WIDDLE secret, and if you ever betray my confidence I shall spank you." Nervous as hell, Don agreed to keep things a secret. Then Marthe bent way down again and shoved her brother toward her so that he was forced to embrace her and feel her heaving breasts press against his meager body. Then, without much subtle direction on her part, Don got the hint and instinctively found Marthe's lips with his own. As they made out Marthe took one of her large hands and cupped Don's buttocks with it. She then lifted him up off the ground and into her arms, refusing to break her liplock over him even as she sensed that he was panicked and wanted to pull away. "Look, I am your goddess now," Marthe told him after she finally ended their kiss, and she directed him to look in the full-length mirror to see just how small he looked in her arms. She then slowly let him go, forcing his body to make extremely close contact with her own as he slowly slid down to the floor. She noted with some amusement that the space between Don's legs seemed very hard and pokey when it came in contact with her thighs.

"One last thing," she told him, "before you can leave." Don looked at her inquiringly. "Would you like to give my asscheeks some more kisses?" "YES!" Don exclaimed, nearly dropping to his knees. "Well too bad, big brother!" Marthe teased. "That was a trick question! There will be no more ass-kisses for you for a while, as I think you perhaps have a dirty mind about them!" As Marthe laughed Don felt ashamed of himself and left his sister's room. She called after him, "Now remember not to tell any of our relatives about this--because we wouldn't want them to be JEALOUS! And don't you wack off TOO hard!"

At this point, Marthe knew full well that she did indeed look extremely attractive, far more attractive than supermodels in their mid-20s, and she knew she was the dream of every man who saw her. She had smooth honey blonde hair that came down to her mid-back, an oval face, arched eyebrows, an angular nose, full lips and a wide white smile. She also had high cheekbones, and emerald green eyes that now sparkled due to her increasing self-confidence. Her breasts also continued to  develop perfectly, though well past sane dimensions, and she had an impossibly formidable hourglass figure. Her arms and legs were also developing nicely. They were properly proportioned, a bit plump, solid but not overtly muscular. Her skin was also light cream colored, delicate but gorgeous, and she already had a large, smooth, shapely bulbous ass that would make many a man cream his pants on first sight. In short, she already possesed an amazingly feminine appearance and was an absolute stunner at the age of twelve. She was already far and away the most attractive female that anyone on the island had ever seen in their entire lives. As December continued, Marthe continued to feel more and more confident at school, and with each passing day she noticed boys more and more. To get her feelings out, sometimes she would call Don into her room late at night and make out with him for an hour or two, never allowing him to go beyond second base with her, always teasing him and making him feel ashamed of himself at the end of every makeout session, and spanking his bare bottom twice when he got too frisky (stuffing her sock in his mouth to muffle his crying on these occaisons). Several times before he left her room she noticed a wet spot in the front of his trousers, but she thought it best not to remark on this.

With each passing month, the size difference between the boys and girls at her school became more pronounced. By the end of the year, Marthe had grown to a height of 6'3" and weighed 175 pounds.

As the year drew to a close, Marthe reviewed the events of the past year in her head. In the past six months, she had grown 15 inches and had gained 80 pounds. She had adjusted very well to her new school and the sixth grade, and her brothers and father no longer dared to treat her like their slave or beat her. As great as the year had been for Marthe, it had proved disastrous for Don. Since being humiliated by his sister two months earlier, his performance at school had plummeted. He couldn't do any of his work because he couldn't keep his mind off Marthe. He dreamed about her body 24 hours a day and began to think of himself less as an independent entity and more as an extension or plaything of his young sister's whims. He ended up failing all of his classes, and was placed on a semester's leave from the university. He had also stayed the same height at age 19. He knew that he was done growing, and actually he had lost some weight due to lack of appetite.