The club was bumping an even more obnoxious beat, and Amanda decided it was time for a break. She sidled up to the bar and tried started flailing her arms at the overwhelmed bartender behind the counter. She saw countless faces above her come and go with their own drinks as she continued to struggle for attention. Amanda let out a deep sigh as she slumped against the sticky faux-granite countertop. She felt a large body slide up next to her. "What are you drinking?" it asked.

"Vodka cranberry, eventually." she replied. She stared up to find a woman towering over her. The woman noticed her surprised expression and smiled down at her.

"Something on my face?" she laughed.

"No, sorry. I just didn't..." Amanda didn't know how to put it.

"I'm a little above average, I get it." the girl defused. "I'm Rose."

"Amanda." she replied, giving Rose the full stare she deserved, admiring the way her dress hugged the contours of her shapely body as she was busy ordering for the two of them. It had taken her no time at all to flag the attention of the bartender. "Standing out has its perks I, guess."

"You have no idea." Rose smiled, handing her the sugary drink she so desperately craved. "But you could."

"At these sorts of places, it's kind of hard to stand out when you're barely 5 feet." Amanda sighed.

"I know exactly what you mean." Rose said, empathetic.

"I'm sure you do." Amanda scoffed. not noticing the wild look forming in Rose's eye.

From across the bar, Julie and Rachel watched their friend put the moves on their mark. "This is ridiculous. WE are ridiculous." Rachel grumbled, motioning toward the thin dresses they both had on. "Aren't we getting a little old for the club scene?"

"Rose had some good points. This is the sort of place where we got roped into this mess. It's a place where people go to be vulnerable." Julie said.

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty vulnerable, myself right now." Rachel replied, shooting eyes at the groups of men trying not to look like they were staring at her.

"Oh please, you're a head taller than any dude I can see. And I have a pretty good view, if you haven't noticed." 

Rachel sighed. "It just feels unethical."

"Let her do her magic. If it fails, we try something else." Julie encouraged. Her eyes shot back to her girlfriend, now looming over her tiny target. She watched Rose shoot her a look from across the club that screamed "jackpot." She watched her point over at the both of them, and saw the little woman next to her turn and see Rachel and herself. Her jaw went slack.

----

Jessica sat behind the microscope, waiting for the text from her mother complaining about her spending another Friday night in the lab. She couldn't help it. It had been almost 4 days since she showed her product to her new partners, and the success was nothing short of thrilling. But something still nagged at her. Though she had measured herself at 6'6" after her final dose, when she returned home, she had mysteriously gained an extra inch.

Unconsciously, she stretched out her long frame, letting her muscles relax from their extended crunch. She looked down at her legs, how far they reached now. Further than she had accounted for. Her studies had never shown any prolonged growth from the product. She had measured the dosage perfectly, and had engineered the substance to have no lingering effects. One and done, that was the intention.

But here she was, six foot seven inches. She'd measured herself countless times. There was no mistaking it. She looked down at the tub of powder next to the microscope. This would require more testing. But Jessica was already at a height she considered impractical. She had hoped to stay at 6'6" the rest of her life, after her little demonstration. The idea of finding another guinea pig made her feel queasy as well. She wondered how Rose's plan was going. Maybe she could bring some specimens back to do further studies. 

Jessica groaned. She was starting to sound like Dr. Moreau. 8 years of school and three degrees made becoming a mad scientist feel a little tacky. She wanted to be the next Jonas Salk, not Victor Frankenstein. She had agreed to let Rose handle the marketing of the product, given her "experience with hospitality", but she was beginning to regret giving in so easily. She trusted Rachel's friends to be careful, and she felt she owed it to them given the trust they had given her in her 6 months of silence. She had their blood in her hands, she owed them. She only wondered if there would be more blood on her hands given this decision.

-----

"So this is my business partner, DOCTOR Rachel. And this is my business partner/other kind of partner, Julie." Rose announced, leading Amanda to the table the two statuesque women were standing at.

"You're all so pretty." Amanda said, moon-eyed.

"Thank you." Julie replied.

"Doctor Rachel Morris, what has she told you?" Rachel added, shooting her long arm toward Amanda for an awkwardly forced handshake.

"She said you all used to be my height." Amanda said, hearing how stupid she sounded.

"Well, yes. That's how growing works." Julie began. "I was always a little taller than them.

Rachel scoffed, letting herself stand straight up. It was rare she got to show off being the tallest woman she'd ever seen. And for some reason that remark and the 4 gin and tonics had made this the ample time. "Has she told you about the substance?"

"She said you had something that could make me stand out."

"And then some." Rose added. "Show her, Jules."

Julie grabbed the large, designer bag from the tabletop. She unclasped it and pulled a thermos out from the inside. Amanda watched as she unscrewed the lid and bent the opening toward her eyes. Amanda, eye level with a trio of breasts, stared with concern at the brown powder inside the thermos. A small scooper stuck out like a shovel in a pile of dirt. "And its safe?"

"There you are!" They all spun around to see a woman approaching from the dance floor. "Amanda, where did you go? I have two guys who want to dance with us."

"I was just talking to some friends, Allie." Amanda replied, sheepishly.

Allie's eyes widened as she took in who these friends were. Her head only came up to the shoulders on even the shortest one. "You know these... people?"

"I do now. They have this thing they want me to try."

"Amanda!" Allie gasped. "Are you doing drugs with strangers?"

"It's not a drug!" Rose snapped.

"It's kind of a drug." Rachel corrected quietly.

Allie grabbed her small friend's hand. "We're going. Come on."

Rose stood in front of her. She stared down at the 5'6" woman, morphing her body language into something that was somehow welcoming and imposing. "Hang on a second. This could be to all of our benefits."

Allie stepped away, concerned.

"Let's stop mincing words here, it's not as dark as it seems. My doctor friend here, and her scientist friend synthesized a supplement that can increase the height and general size of anyone who ingests it. It's perfectly safe, and completely stable. You get what you want, every time." With that last word, Rose stretched out her body, letting her breasts press against the fabric of her dress with a devilish smile.

Julie nodded, impressed with her girlfriend's surprising business acumen. Rachel couldn't help but nod along in approval.

"I want to try it, Allie." Amanda pressed.

"How do we even know it's safe?" Allie shot back.

"I see you need a demonstration." Rose cooed. She took wrapped them both in her arms and shepherded them back to their table. She gave a nod to Julie and Rachel, who nodded back in compliance. Rose took the scooper out of the thermos, leveling the powder into the proper dosage and dropping it into her drink, giving it a little swirl. She lifted it up, as Allie and Amanda watched with a mixture of worry and excitement.

"Rose." Julie stopped her. Rose looked over to her, concerned. She wanted to make sure they were all comfortable with any changes she made going forward, or none of this would work. "It's a little dark in here. Maybe go for two scoops to make sure they see it."

Rose smiled, scooping another dose into the drink.

"Best make it three." Rachel sighed, realizing she was about to be eye level with her very intense friend. Rose contained her giddiness as she scooped her third dose into her drink.

"You girls ready for a show?" she grinned.

-----

"I've been so careful, though." Jessica huffed. "What am I forgetting?"

She stared deeper into the microscope, trying variable after variable with the cells not changing in the least. She added things, she tried to remove things. Her product remained the same. If she wasn't so frustrated, she would have applauded the stability of her new substance. It was a masterwork. But then where did that extra inch come from?

She had no choice. She looked down at the powder in the petri dish, as if it was going to stare back at her and speak. She wanted someone to give her permission for what she had to do next. But there was no one around. It was just her.

She took her scooper, siphoning around the edges of the petri dish for one full dosage. She stood, walked over to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Another new set, after her little demonstration. They were roomy, and quite comfortable. She hoped at least the first part of that would stay true as she dropped the dose into the water glass.

"Bottoms up." she said darkly, as she downed the whole glass. Jessica sighed as she felt that familiar rise begin. She watched her arms slide out from their sleeves. She a breeze on her ankles. Her breasts pushed against the buttons on her blouse. It was all very expected. One extra inch. "Well at least I've caught up with Rachel."

----

Rachel watched as Rose downed her laced Moscow Mule in one gulp. Allie and Amanda couldn't help but marvel at their titanic new acquaintance. Amanda secretly felt herself become even more excited by the prospect of getting even a little close to becoming a woman like that.

"So it's very simple." Rose said, setting her drink down. "Three scoops, three inches. And it starts almost imm-"

Rose was halted by the sound of her dress creaking. She looked down as her body rose up. Rachel watched as her friend quickly made it to her eye level. Allie's mouth shot open as she witness this massive woman become even more before her eyes. Amanda had to stop herself from bouncing. It was true. It was all true.

Rose grabbed her chest, feeling stifled by a dress that was tight even before her sudden change in perspective. "I probably should have thought this through a little more on wardrobe. Make a note on that, Julie." Julie nodded, hiding her laughter at her girlfriend's precarious fashion statement. "But as you can see, we are on the level. Any takers?"

Amanda dashed toward the table with her drink. She immediately took the scooper in her hand and brought it toward the vodka cran.

"Wait!" Allie stopped her.

"What?!" Amanda shrieked.

"How much does this whole thing cost?" Allie asked, with the most level of heads. Amanda crumpled under the weight of reality. She'd be willing to pay almost anything. The problem was, she had almost nothing.

"We are in a trial phase of our product at the moment." Julie said from behind them. "And are currently handing out samples, to create a grass roots word of mouth campaign for our eventual launch."

"You guys are angels." Amanda beamed, scooping her first dose into her drink. She scooped into the thermos again.

"How much do you want to do?" Allie asked, trying to sound more supportive than concerned.

"How tall are you?" Amanda asked back, trying to sound more inquisitive than fiendish.

"Five foot five?" Allie replied, knowing exactly what that admission would mean as she watched Amanda put four more scoops into her drink. "Does it become dangerous the more you do at once?" she pleaded to Rachel.

"We've seen no side effects so far." Rachel responded, feeling a pang of guilt as she thought about the text Jessica had sent her the day before. Something about some inconsistencies. But she said it wasn't a problem, so here they were.

"One, two, three, four, five." Amanda counted. "That would put us at the same height. Wouldn't that be weird, Allie?!" Amanda cackled.

"Pretty weird." Allie said, feeling strangely sorry for her small friend.

"How about a little more, then?" Amanda said, putting one more scoop into her drink.

"Atta girl." Rose, replied, having returned unnoticed with a stranger's jacket over her shoulders. Julie shot her a look. "I felt a little exposed. He was very nice about it."

"Cheers!" Amanda roared as she lifted her viscous vodka cranberry over her head. She took a long sip, and gagged. "I'm not a chugger."

Allie sighed, patting her on the back. Amanda shivered, as she felt her body quake. Allie watched as the back she was patting slowly rose. "Holy shit, it works so fast."

"I can do this." Amanda stated, taking an even longer sip.

"Chug, chug!" Rose began the chant as Julie joined in. Amanda, emboldened continued to drink as the powder had already taken effect. She wouldn't stop as the euphoria of growth compounded. As she felt the burn of the vodka slide down her throat, she felt her body expand in all directions. Her black jeans hugged her plumping legs more and more as her shoulders pressed against her loose blouse.

"I need to take these off." she gasped as she finished her drink, kicking her shoes away across the sticky club floor. "Oh, mistake." She sighed.

The discomfort washed away she she turned to Allie. She yelped as her eyes now stared directly at her forehead. "Holy shit."

"I already said that." Allie squeaked. She had witnessed a miracle. Her small friend was now an inch taller than her, and her once loose blouse now hugged her like a second skin. The sea of drunk men around them had stopped rubbing their eyes in confusion, and now had landed on the idea that a new girl had just arrived. One with a lot to admire. Amanda felt their eyes on her, and it was overwhelming. She was being noticed more than she had ever been in her whole life combined.

"You said there were some guys who wanted to dance?" she blushed.

Allie, feeling her tipsiness wear off at the sight of the complete dynamic shift that had just occurred, suddenly shook herself back into reality. "Drinks first." she huffed. She pulled her friend away from the smiling amazons back toward the bar.

Rose sidled up next to Julie, admiring the new height advantage she had over her lover. "We did a good deed."

"We did a deed, that's for sure." Rachel sighed.

"Oh, sourpuss. Somebody's mad she's not the tallest anymore." Rose shot back. "When did you want to catch up, babe?" Rose turned to Julie in sincere concern. "Don't want you to feel like you're left out."

"This dress is pretty tight as it is." Julie replied. "And honestly, maybe it's this place, but I'm kind of into fucking someone taller than me tonight."

Rose blushed. She took Julie in her arms, pressing her against her soft tits as she felt Julie's against her abdomen. She stared down at her girlfriend hungrily. "Happy to oblige." She kissed her, letting her arm wrap around Julie's head, tussling her hair.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." came a voice.

"Oh, thank god. Please do." Rachel sighed.

Amanda stood in front of them again, proverbial hat in hand. "I just wanted to thank you. You literally changed my life, and I am so grateful."

"Oh sweetie," Rose cooed, pulling herself from Julie's embrace. She took a small box out of the designer bag and clutched it in her long fingers as she wrapped Amanda in a massive hug. "It's our pleasure."

Amanda wheezed quietly as she felt Rose's massive breasts press into her face. She barely felt the box slip into her own hand until Rose had released her. "What's..."

"A little extra, for when you feel you need it. Plus our instagram handle. Tell your friends. Get the word out." Rose winked.

Amanda nodded, and shot away toward the dance floor, tucking the box into her tight pants pocket.

"Well, that's one." Julie said, watching Rose return to her embrace.

"One for one is a success in my book." Rose replied.

"A slow success. Is this a nonprofit organization or a business?" Rachel groaned.

"Give it time. I'm planting the seeds." Rose said.

"No, she's right." Julie replied. Rose looked at her, betrayed. "At this rate, all we'll build is a very loyal, but very small clientele. Do you want to charge an arm and a leg for-"

"For the impossible?" Rose snapped.

"For what we do. Or do you want to create some sense of supply and demand?" Julie continued.

"This strategy is too volatile. And a little gross." Rachel said.

"It is very stranger-y. Remember him?" Julie added.

"We need to take advantage of a bigger market. People we know are desperate for what we have to offer." Rachel said.

Rose considered this. They were making unshakeable points, and she knew she had to relent on her Rose First strategy. And then she heard it.

"Hi, Colin?"

"Francine?"

"So nice to meet you."

"I didn't expect you to be so tall!"

They all spun around to see a first date unfold behind them. Two awkward people beginning the first steps toward building a relationship.

"Who has a first date at a club?" Rachel scoffed.

"Desperate people." Rose whispered, inspired. She whipped out her phone, pulling up the app store and hitting the redownload button on her least favorite dating app.

"You're on to something." Julie said as she watched Rose pay for the premium version, sliding all the settings to women under 5'1".

"It could work." Rachel sighed.

"It worked for me." Rose replied, busily.

"Do you think Jessica will approve?" Julie wondered aloud.

"She's approved of everything so far. Besides, it wouldn't exist without us." Rose said.

"I wonder what she'll say now that she's gotta stare up at all of us." Rachel said.

"Almost all of us." Julie corrected.

-----

Jessica groaned even louder. Her sleeves dug into her arms, making her frustration mount. 6'8" and still no closer to an answer. She'd wasted her growth on impatience, and now she was reminded of it every time she moved. What could it be that caused that extra inch.

She whipped her head away from the microscope and clenched her eyes. Nothing was coming to her, and she needed an answer. The girls were going to want to market this soon, and she couldn't live with herself if there was a variable she couldn't wrap her head around.

She slammed her fist on the lab table, and it rumbled more than she expected. Jessica hadn't gotten used to her new strength yet. All that time in the lab didn't afford many extracurriculars. She opened her eyes and gave a deep sigh. It was time to calm down. "Woah".

She looked up and saw a surprising cloud of dust in front of her. The petri dish of powder had scattered a bit from her rumble, and now it was airborne. Jessica gasped at the sheer thickness of the cloud. It was like a sandstorm. She coughed as some dust shot into her lungs from her gasp. And coughed some more as the cloud consumed her. She could hardly breathe as she stood up and rushed away from the undispersing miasma.

Still coughing, she shot open the door, and shut it behind her, sealing the cloud inside her lab. She pressed herself against the door, feeling her cough subside as she felt fresh air in her lungs again. "Shit." she wheezed. And then she felt something different.

Her whole body exploded. She felt the button of her pants snap as her legs squeezed against the fabric. Her stomach crept out from her blouse as the buttons popped off one by one, and the shoulders tore on either side. It was the fastest, most intense growth she'd ever felt and it showed no sign of stopping. She breathed heavier and heavier, watching her bosom ripple out more and more with each gasp. Her forearm tore a hairline crack along the sleeve of her shirt as she felt her ass break out from her slacks. "Shit!" she cried as she felt her head slide further up the doorframe, clearing the top in seconds.

Then it stopped. She felt her breath steady as she stood up to her new height. The ceiling was mere inches from the top of her head as her eyes widened in terror of what she'd just experienced. She looked through the slotted window of the lab door. The cloud was still lingering inside. She hustled down the hall in her ruined clothes, praying no one else was here this late. She watched her long legs carry her to the emergency kit on the far wall. She ripped it open, watching the hinges come clean off. "Shit!" The strength that got her into this mess had doubled in a short span of time. She carefully shuffled through the items, finding a surgical mask in the back.

She snapped it across her face, fashioning more protection out of goggles and the bits of tarp she could find. Dressed like an astronaut from the head up, she walked back toward the lab and, with a sigh, opened the door. She stepped in gently, ducking her head under the doorframe and making sure she felt no particulates creeping into the mask. She looked at the cloud, still slowly dissipating in front of her. The product could be just as, if not MORE potent as an inhalant. Why had she not considered that? She would keep this little discovery quiet in hopes they wouldn't revoke her doctorate as she looked out the window. There was no one outside, and certainly no one up this high to feel the effects of the cloud. And it needed to be dispersed. She sighed, and opened it with a start, watching the air slowly come back to normal in the lab as the particulates shrank to nothing in the open air.

A terrible day in the lab, she thought. She had to let the other ladies know about this development immediately. She walked toward her phone, and her eye caught the height chart in the corner of the room. She'd used it countless times in her months of research, watching her body slide past that 6 foot mark. Now that mark was below her shoulder. Her eyes trailed up the tall chart, as her hand glided from the top of her head to her new mark.

7'5".

"Shit."