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This story was written as a request from a fan of my Olivia serial.  As such, some of the characters from the original story appear in, or are referenced in this story.

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 ~
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