Power comes at a price. This phrase was taken quite literally in this day and age, where every person in the world is born with some sort of unique ability, and the more they use it, the more their unique price comes into play.

Juniper was one of the lucky ones. She could shapeshift into any form she wished. The only cost of her power was that she could only shapeshift into something of equal matter to her or less. This meant that she could shift into something smaller than herself, but in order to regain her size, she would have to eat a lot and wait for that food to become part of her. The leftover matter from her shift into something smaller simply converted itself into heat energy. Because of this, it was easy enough for her to stay shifted as a tall version of herself, giving her more flexibility with her power.

Gerard was an unlucky one. His ability to heal others was so powerful that he could bring back the dead, as long as they hadn’t been dead for too long. His price was a terrible one to pay; the more he healed someone, the more mass he lost. It was a great help for him to have a friend like Yumi.

Yumi’s power was a passive aura; the negative effects of other powers around her didn’t come into play. Gerard was free to heal as he wished as long as Yumi was around. The price of any passive power was that it couldn’t be shut off.

All three attended Yamamura International School in Japan, a highly prestigious boarding school.

“I don’t get it.” Juniper began, “If you two make such a great combination, why don’t you just quit school and make a living as a healer? Your power would be so useful to humanity, dude!” Gerard eyed Yumi knowingly. She seemed almost in disbelief at the suggestion.

“Quit… school?” She asked in horror. Her thick Japanese accent hadn’t improved since the beginning of highschool.. Gerard smiled, looked at Juniper, and shrugged, nodding at Yumi.

“Oh, I get it.” Juniper continued, “Well, if I was smart enough to think of a great use for my power, I certainly wouldn’t spend the best years of my life wasting away in this prude-ass school.” Yumi, looking confused, bluntly asked,

“‘Prude-ass?’” She looked at Gerard for an answer, and he explained the meaning to her in Japanese. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, “Juniper-San, school is very important! Society needs education; it is the cornerstone of all civilization!” Juniper began laughing hysterically,

“See what I mean?” She mused, glancing at Gerard.

“Don’t be an ass.” He said in French.

“What?” She asked, still barely having a hold of Japanese, let alone French.

“The teacher’s here.” He gestured to the door of the classroom as Mr. Tatsuya walked through the door. His tall, slim physique, glasses, and formal hair did little to hide his inner bookworm.

“Good morning, class.” He regurgitated in Japanese. The class recanted the phrase back to him. “Today we’re getting a transfer student in, so I want you all to give her a big welcome.” He motioned at her beyond the door, “Come on in.”

At first sight, Gerard was in love. She had the most beautiful, long, golden-blonde hair he had ever seen. It was up in a ponytail, giving full view of her well-defined jawline and pale skin. Her stunning blue eyes immediately locked onto him as she scanned the room.

“Good morning,” Her Japanese was perfect, even though she looked Arian to every last bone in her body. “My name is Emily Robinson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Out of their three person friend group, only Yumi could hear the Australian accent in her Japanese. Emily bowed gracefully then looked to the teacher for direction.

“You can just take any open seat, there are a few by the window.”

Emily made her way down the class, turning everyone’s heads as she walked. She slowly sat in the desk behind Juniper and took out her school supplies. Juniper turned to her with a confidence only she could carry and whispered in English,

“Hey, if you wanna hangout sometime this week I can catch you up with where we are in our classes.” Emily smiled at her warmly,

“I’d love that.” She responded smoothly.

Gerard felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Juniper’s blushing face. He had never seen her with such an embarrassed expression before.

“‘She’s so fucking hot.’” She mouthed to him silently. He grinned at her and wiggled his eyebrows. She responded with a scowl.

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That night, Gerard laid quietly in his bed, reading a book by candlelight. He heard the notification tone on his phone and checked it to see Juniper had texted him.

‘Deck’ was all it said. It was enough for him. He got up and flicked on the light switch. His room was always neat and organized, with no real decorations to speak of aside from his bookshelf. He pulled a pair of sweatpants on from his dresser and opened the sliding door to the deck, connected to his room. Juniper was sitting slack on the railing of her deck, within jumping distance across from his deck. Her leg was swinging back and forth. He could barely tell she had shifted her medium length, messy hair back to its usual blue in the darkness of the night.

“What’s up?” He asked groggily.

“I had another nightmare.” Juniper spoke sullenly. This tone went against her character, but where most people would be surprised to see this side of her, Gerard simply jumped over to her side of the deck and sat on the railing with her. His posture was less daring than her own, opting to face the wall instead of the ground below.

“You okay?” He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She nodded, but from this distance he could make out a tear falling from her eye even in the darkness. He scooted closer to her, offering a hug. She accepted it and clumsily fell into his arms. She was a lot taller than him, standing at about 2.5 meters (6.6 feet) at only 16 years old, compared to his 1.6 meters (5.4 feet) at the same age. She kept her assets at sizeable proportions as well to store as much mass in her body as possible without appearing overweight. Her large breasts squished into his head as they hugged, and despite not feeling anything close to romance towards her, he certainly didn’t complain about getting a faceful of the biggest breasts he’d ever seen in person.

“Perv.” She sniffled. He laughed, knowing he had cheered her up a little, and she followed suit with a giggle of her own behind her shaking voice.

“What was it about this time?” He changed the subject. She hesitated with her answer but managed to give one as they released from their hug.

“My little sister died… and you were too late to save her.” Gerard frowned. Juniper’s nightmares were always so dark and grim, and they were frequent, too. He felt for her.

“You went to check on her?”

“Duh. She’s fine.” He smiled at her warmly. “Can we sleep in my room tonight?” He pursed his lips to the side in disappointment. He much preferred his own room, where it was clean and he could read his books.

“Sure.” He submitted. “Let me go grab a book.”

“Nerd.” She mocked.

As he walked into her room, he couldn’t help but notice it was even messier than the last time he had been in there. So many graded tests and clothes that not a single inch of the floor was visible. Dirty dishes scattered on her work desk, nightstand, and floor. Leftover trash from takeout and pizza deliveries, a can of spilled soda that looked like it had been there for days, damp towels on the brink of moulding. The only clean spot was her bed and her computer desk, the two places she spent most of her time.

“Damn.” He sighed.

“Yeah… sorry,” She laughed nervously, “I guess you can’t sleep on the floor tonight, huh?” Gerard shook his head,

“Why don’t we just go sleep in my room?” He offered.

“No! I want to sleep in my room… plus your bed isn’t big enough for me.” He bowed his head in defeat. It was hopeless. She could have just shifted into something that fit his bed.

“Fine, fine. As long as you don’t mind the candlelight while I read.”

“Not one bit.”

He climbed onto the bed first and set up his candle on her messy nightstand. Propping himself up on the pillow, he pulled out his book and started reading.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He smiled. Juniper looked flustered, and he eyed her.

Juniper gazed at Gerard on her bed, blushing incessantly. She could feel her loins getting warm. They had been progressively getting more and more tingly since their hug, since Gerard had planted his face in her breasts. She knew he didn’t look at her romantically… and to be honest, she didn’t look at him that way either. He was just a good friend; someone that she had the utmost respect for. That’s why it was all the more stimulating to look upon his miniature form, and touch him. Her breath was getting hot the more she thought about it. She was about to sleep in the same bed for this short boy who was there to comfort her… who was always there to comfort her whenever she needed him.

She couldn’t take it.

“Actually I have to go to the bathroom.” She exasperated.

“Okay.” He shrugged, getting back to his book. She stared at him a little too long, and when she realized it, she sprung out her bedroom door.

She stopped and looked in the mirror, staring at her face. Before she learned how to shift with ease, she had never been very attractive. She hated her natural brown, frizzy hair, her teeth were crooked, she was short, and her body was like a stick. She hated herself. Now, however, she was beautiful. As beautiful as she could have made herself. Tall, huge breasts, a tiny waist, wide hips, thick thighs, a perfect ass. She had put at least 20 hours into perfecting her face to just the way she liked it, and straightening her frizzy hair, then coloring it blue. She loved herself this way. It had taken a long time to gain the mass required to get so big, but it was worth it.

Without wasting another second, she flicked on the fan to drown out any noise she might make, then stripped naked and hopped into the bathtub. She was already dripping wet thinking about Gerard. She started violently rubbing her clit, but it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough stimulation. She needed more.

Suddenly, a dick began growing above her clit, and it kept growing until it was 10 inches long. She grew another pair of arms as well. One hand was stroking her cock, one was groping her balls, one was rubbing her clit, and the last one was fingering her pussy. She was shivering with excitement when she heard the shower drain roaring.

Had she turned on the water?

She opened her eyes and saw that she was so wet that it was enough to stream down the shower drain. She laughed before closing her eyes and picturing Gerard. She imagined spooning him. He didn’t care for spooning and always asked her not to, and she respected his wishes… but this was her mind right now. She was in control. She spooned Gerard and rubbed her massive cock against his back.

A 3rd pair of hands grew and started fondling and groping her massive breasts.

Then she imagined him healing people. Enough people to make him 2 measly feet tall. She imagined their daily lives as she would have to help him get around school, get his food for him, and help him over to her deck from his. Spooning him at such a small size, cuddling him, hugging him… even kissing him.

She grunted in ecstasy as every sexual organ she had orgasmed at the same time. Panting, she rested her back against the wall of the tub and grinned. That was one of the most magnificent orgasms she had had in a month.

For a moment she pondered the thought of keeping the cock for the night and seeing how Gerard would react to a boner being rubbed against him in her sleep. She giggled and decided against it, shifting it back into herself, along with everything else she had grown to help her masturbate.

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Juniper walked back into her room to see Gerard still reading by the candle. Her eyes tilted downward in embarrassment… what if he knew she had just masturbated? She couldn’t shake the thought from her head.

“You coming?” He asked. She nodded and walked over to her bed, climbing over him, purposely rubbing against him in the process.

“Very funny.” He mused dismissively, but she could see his boner beneath the sheets. He shifted his hips in an attempt to hide it self consciously, and she smiled sweetly at him.

“Can we at least touch while sleeping tonight?” She pleaded.

“That depends on what you mean by touch.” He answered. She climbed under the covers and laid on her side to face him, resting close enough to spoon him if he were to turn around. Her breasts, stomach, crotch and legs were all snug up against him.

“Just this. I promise I won’t put my arm around you.” She blushed at the thought of touching him like this.

“Fine. Don’t get any funny ideas though.” He put down the book and put out the candle, opting to stay on his back.

“Funny ideas? Like what?” She asked coyly. He turned his head to her but was shocked to see how close her face was to him. Their noses touched and all they would have to do to kiss is pucker their lips. It lasted less than a second before he brought his head back around and shut his eyes.

“Goodnight.” He said plainly.

“Goodnight.” She replied with a sigh.