Eleanor
By Morpheus

Eleanor stared at the glass vial in her hand, her eyes taking in every
detail from the rubber stopper in the top that was sealed with a coat of
wax to the clear glass which revealed a disgusting looking green liquid
inside. The fact that the liquid looked a little chunky only made it
all the more disgusting.

"This has got to be some kind of a joke," Eleanor winced, adjusting her
glasses as she did so.

Then Eleanor leaned back and looked across the clutter on her bedroom
desk to the picture frame in the corner. It was a picture of her taken
7 years ago when she was 14 and it had her standing next to a very large
and muscular man. Her dad.

Eleanor's father Ed Maxwell had been one of the biggest men she knew,
standing 6 foot 7 and being heavily muscled. In fact, he'd been a
professional bodybuilder for a long time when she was younger before
finally retiring...though he'd never lost any of his physique and could
still have competed with the younger men had he wanted to.

Of course, Eleanor sometimes had a hard time that she was related to a
man like that. After all, he was so big and strong while she'd always
been anything but physical. She was a mere 5 foot 3 with mousy brown
hair and a stick thin figure that barely had any curves at all. She
probably would have been called a nerd except for the fact that her
grades in college were barely in the middle of the pack.

"Plain," Eleanor frequently called herself, "Exceptionally plain."

Eleanor tore her eyes from the picture with a surge of sadness.
Sometimes it was hard to remember that he was gone...that he'd died
several weeks ago in a car accident. At other times it was hard to
think of anything else.

"Damn," Eleanor half whimpered, removing her glasses to wipe the tears
from her eyes. Once she was done, she looked back over the clutter on
her desk and firmly told herself, "You've got to figure this out..."

Eleanor frowned as she thought about the last couple times she saw her
dad, about how for the last couple months he'd been acting a little
strange towards her and had finally said he had something he wanted to
tell her and something he wanted to give her. However, he never quite
got around to revealing whatever it was he wanted to talk to her about
before his death.

After her father had died, Eleanor had thought she'd never find out what
he was acting so strange about. Then she found this box in his home,
all wrapped up for mailing with her college address even written on it.
He'd obviously meant to mail it to her but had never gotten around to
it.

Eleanor stared at the contents of the box she'd opened just minutes ago
with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Inside had been the vial of
disgusting looking liquid, several old photos, an old high school year
book with several pages book marked and an envelope with her name on it.

Eleanor's first impulse was to open the envelope but she was curious
about the photos and the year book so started to glance over them first.
The photos were all of the same young man, a scrawny and short looking
young man who appeared to be in his late teens and early twenties. He
looked vaguely familiar though she couldn't quite place where.

"I wonder who he is," Eleanor mused before turning to the year book.

Eleanor opened the yearbook to one of the book marked pages and saw a
picture of the same young man circled with a red pen. And underneath
the picture was a name...Edgar Maxwell.

"DAD?" Eleanor gasped in surprise, finally recognizing a much younger
version of her dad though he hardly looked anything like the big man she
knew.

Eleanor had always known her dad as being big in just about every way
there was while the young man in the pictures was skinny and looked
short compared to most of those in the pictures with him. There was
even one picture in the yearbook of him as a member of the chess club.

"No way," Eleanor exclaimed, unable to believe her dad had ever been
like that...had ever been so much like her. She gulped at the
realization that this version of her dad was indeed much more like her
than the one she knew. "Maybe...maybe he has a brother he'd never told
me about..." After all, the muscles might have been possible but there
was no way he could have grown that much taller after these pictures
were taken in high school.

After looking through the year book and all the pictures again, Eleanor
was dying of curiosity. She had to know what was going on so finally
opened the envelope. Inside was a letter that she recognized as being
in her dad's handwriting.

"I don't know how to tell you this Eleanor," the letter started off,
"But I haven't always been the man I am today..."

The letter went on to describe how he'd grown up short and skinny which
made Eleanor sympathize. "He was just like me," she whispered.

"Everything changed when I was 22," the letter stated, "One day I found
a gypsy who sold me a bottle of vitality potion that gave me all the
physical strength and vitality I could imagine. It changed my body and
changed my life. On that day I ceased being Edgar and became Ed. I
became a new man free to live a whole new life..."

Eleanor's father continued to describe how his new body and life led him
to her mom...whom he'd never told the secret of his past to. That just
made Eleanor wonder if that kind of secret might be part of why they'd
divorced all those years earlier. Of course, her mom's affair on the
side might have had something to do with that as well.

"I'm sorry for telling you about my past this way," her father explained
in the letter, "I just don't know how to explain this face to face
without sounding insane. The reason I am telling you about all of this
now is that I've seen you going through many of the same things I did
before my transformation. Just half the potion was enough to give me
the body of my dreams and a much better life. I never saw any need to
drink the rest and have been keeping it just in case. Now I've decided
to give the rest to you to do with as you will. If you have any
questions which you surely will give me a call. Love dad." Then
underneath it all was written, "P.S...the potion has always looked that
gross and it tasted as bad as it looks."

Eleanor set the letter down and took a deep breath, half sure that this
had to be some sort of weird joke her dad had been planning on playing
on her. But her dad had never been the type to play practical jokes
like this. And the pictures...

"No way," she whispered, taking off her glasses for a moment and shaking
her head. "This has to be some sort of joke..."

With a frown, Eleanor put her glasses back on and looked at the vial of
green liquid again. This time she winced at the thought that her dad
had actually drank this...or so he claimed. She knew that such a thing
as a magic vitality potion didn't really exist but a large part of her
wanted to believe.

Eleanor reached for a letter opener on her desk and used it to pry off
the wax seal. Then she tugged at the rubber stopper until it eventually
came loose giving her the scent of something horrible. Her stomach
turned at the smell making her glad that she hadn't eaten anything in
several hours.

"Nasty," Eleanor grimaced, immediately putting the stopper into the vial
and then setting it to the side, sure to keep it standing upright so
that it wouldn't leak.

Eleanor decided that there was absolutely no way she'd touch that
disgusting green liquid. After all, it was probably some twisted joke
who so knew what was really in there. And even if it was real...it had
been sitting there for 25 years. If that potion had ever really worked
it had probably long since gone bad. It sure smelled it.

"It would probably kill me," she muttered.

All logic and common sense told Eleanor that she should just pour the
vial down the toilet and forget it ever existed. After all, nothing
good could come of drinking something that smelled that disgusting. But
that didn't keep temptation from tickling her thoughts.

Even though Eleanor knew all of the very good reasons not to touch the
foul smelling liquid, she couldn't help but thinking of the
possibilities. What if it was real? If it could do that for her dad
what could it do for her? After all, she thought, if anyone needed a
boost to her body it was her.

"I'll just dump it down the toilet," Eleanor said though her decision
lacked conviction.

Eleanor picked up the vial again and removed the stopper. The foul
smell immediately hit her nose making her gag. She continued holding
the vial for a moment, unable to take her eyes from the thick liquid.
Then in one quick motion she raised the vial to her lips and downed the
content in one gulp.

The liquid truly tasted foul, making her think of the sweat squeezed
from a pair of old gym socks, and it burned as it went down her throat
like whisky. She started to gag from the taste thinking that she'd
never tasted anything that disgusting.

"Oh shit," Eleanor gasped, immediately knowing that her impulsive act
was a huge mistake.

The liquid which had warned Eleanor's throat as it went down now warmed
her stomach as well. However, the warmth quickly began to spread out
and fill her entire body. She gasped at how warm she was suddenly
feeling.

"Oh God," Eleanor gasped, feeling a wave of dizziness hit her. "I have
to call an ambulance..." She winced, hardly able to believe she'd done
something so stupid and poisoned herself.

Eleanor tried walking to the phone but the dizziness only increased and
she fell to the floor in the middle of the room. The warmth in her body
continued to increase at the same time until she not only felt warm but
hot. She gasped and tried tugging at her clothes, feeling as though she
were in an oven.

"So hot," she whispered, her throat feeling dry.

Eleanor whimpered, growing more certain that she was going to die. She
was so dizzy now that she couldn't get back to her feet though she tried
several times. Every muscle in her body was beginning to ache making it
painful to even move. She'd never felt so horrible in her life.

Suddenly, the ache in her muscles seem to change somehow. Eleanor's
muscles still hurt but they no longer felt just sore but more tense and
charged up...almost like she'd feel after exercising just a little too
much. A moment later, she felt a strange intense tensing in her entire
body, as though every muscle and bone...as if every cell suddenly
contracted for a moment and then released itself.

"What's happening to me?" Eleanor whispered. This was nothing like any
kind of poisoning that she'd ever imagined, though she was certainly no
expert on the subject. A faint hope whispered that maybe she wasn't
poisoned. Maybe the potion was really working.

Then Eleanor felt her body suddenly contract again, this time knocking all the air out of her so that she couldn't breath for a moment. After a few seconds of this her flesh was released again... No...not released. It was more like her flesh had been contracted then surged outward.

Eleanor moaned as her body continued going through cycles of contracting and then surging, each time filling her with a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes and tried to just brace herself for each of these cycles, wondering if they would ever end.

After several minutes of this Eleanor became aware that her clothes were pinching her painfully. They'd been fine before but now they had become extremely tight.

"What...?" Eleanor started to say but then another contraction knocked the wind right out of her.

When Eleanor was able to breath again a short time later, she tugged on her now tight clothes and gasped, "I...I think it's working." She could hardly believe it... The potion really was working. That meant she wasn't dying...even if she felt like she was.

Then almost as if to accentuate that thought Eleanor heard a loud ripping sound just as the pressure on her shoulders vanished. Seconds later her clothes began to rip on other spots releasing more pressure.

"Oh yes," Eleanor moaned as her shirt suddenly gave way in the front and her breasts burst right out.

Eleanor stood up again now that the dizziness had mostly passed. She stared down at herself, her mouth open in surprise as she stared down at her round and shapely breasts. She'd always been small breasted before but now she had breasts...real breasts. And they were still growing.

Eleanor took a deep breath and tried holding her balance as she stood there staring down at herself. Her body continued to contract and surge...seeming to grow just a little more with each cycle.

At the same time, Eleanor's clothes continued to rip and tear until she finally just started to tear them off of her. She let out a sigh of relief when she no longer felt her clothes pinching her. It also gave her a clear view of her transforming body which she took full advantage of.

"My God," Eleanor gasped as she stared down at herself in stunned amazement.

Her body had done more than just grown larger. It had changed in ways she'd dreamed of for years. She was growing taller...curvier. She was filling out in every way imaginable. Even her muscles had become defined and much more athletic looking.

"I look incredible," she exclaimed as she turned and stared at her reflection in the small mirror which hung on the way.

Eleanor was a good five inches taller, had nice shapely breasts, and now had the muscle tone of someone who went to the gym on a regular basis. All in all, she looked fantastic. Even her face somehow looked sexier.

But Eleanor's transformation didn't end there. The strange cycle of her body tensing and then pushing out continued, though the pain seemed to have faded away from the process and instead filled her with a strange tense energy.

"Oh my," Eleanor gasped as her body continued it's strange transformation.

Eleanor cupped her breasts which were now huge compared to what they'd been before...and still growing. She was excited as she felt them still growing beneath her hands.

Then Eleanor felt her muscles which continued to harden and swell. She no longer looked skinny and even scrawny as she had been before. With her muscles looking the way they were now she looked more like a fitness model or something.

"I look like I go to the gym every day," she gasped in excitement.

The transformation continued for just another minute before it slowed down and then stopped completely. However, Eleanor was so stunned by the changes in her body that it took her nearly another minute to realize that it was done.

Eleanor just stood there for a moment, absorbing the fact that the strange contract and surging sensations had faded away. Her whole body felt tense...but not the same kind of tense. It was the tenseness of strong muscles that wanted to be used.

Eleanor stretched to her new height of 6 foot 4, marveling at how much shorter everything in her room now looked. She felt a nervous excitement as she look at a spot on the wall which had been above eye level but was now below it.

"I must be at least a foot taller," she whispered, "I feel so tall..."

Then Eleanor ran her hands over her muscles, all of which round and firm. She'd never imagined she'd have so much muscles in her life. They seemed to bulge out almost everywhere...and they felt good.

"I look like a body builder or something," she gasped, flexing her arm and staring at the muscle. It wasn't as big as her fathers arm had been but it was certainly larger than any girl she knew.

Then Eleanor ran her fingers through her hair which had changed as well, though not quite as drastically as the rest of her body. It had always been a plain mousy brown but had now become a lighter brown...almost a golden brown, not to mention the fact that it had grown longer and more luxurious.

"Not bad," Eleanor smiled, only to suddenly realize something else. "My glasses..."

Eleanor looked to the floor where her glasses lay, having fallen off during her transformation. However, she was seeing perfectly fine without them instead of seeing only a big blur as she would normally have.

"It even fixed my eyes," she whispered, feeling awe at finally escaping her glasses without even having to go to contacts or some surgery.

Eleanor slowly looked around her room, delighted in being able to see everything in crystal clarity without having to look through the thick lenses which had been part of her life for so long. She grinned at the simple act of merely staring at her wall before remembering that she had much more interesting things to stare at.

Eleanor looked down over her body again and grinned even more broadly. She felt a surge of pride at what she saw, especially at the nice round orbs which pushed out from her chest. She had such perfect breasts now...nice and big instead of small and nearly nonexistent.

"Now these are breasts," she smirked as she cupped them in her hands.

For the next fifteen minutes Eleanor silently examined her body, running her hands over every inch of it in amazement and delight. She never would have imagined having a body like this…or feeling this fantastic. She’d never felt healthier…stronger…or more incredible even in her wildest dreams.

Finally though, Eleanor tore her attention away from her transformed body and looked back at the items which had given this to her. She stared at the now empty vial which remained on the floor where she’d dropped it. Then she looked at the box which had started this all.

Eleanor went to the box and slowly pulled out one of the pictures of her dad…one taken from before his own transformation. He looked so different back then from the robust and muscular man she knew. She then looked at the picture on her desk, the one with her at 14 years old and her more familiar looking father.

“Hard to believe he’s the same man,” she shook her head. Then she smiled, glancing from the picture of her scrawny self down to her fantastic new amazon body, “Hell, I can hardly believe I’m the same girl…”

Eleanor stared at the pictures of her dad for a minute, musing about how much he’d changed thanks to the same potion she’d just taken. He’d changed so much that he’d even changed his name to go with his new body and life. He’d gone from being skinny Edgar to being Big Ed.

“Maybe I should change my name too,” Eleanor mused, smirking down at her breasts and then flexing her arm to stare at the bulging bicep. “I hardly look much like an Eleanor anymore…” Her name had always conjured images of a frumpy old lady…and had unfortunately always seemed to suit the old her just a little too well. “But not anymore…”

Eleanor just stood there for a minute, looking back and forth between her body and the picture of her 14 year old self beside her father. Her mind raced with excitement as she considered what this new body would mean for her life. Her life would certainly be far different from now on.

“No one is ever going to ignore me again,” she smirked. Then she abruptly exclaimed, “Ellie… I’ll just shorten my name the way dad did…” She grinned broadly, “From now on I’m Ellie…not Eleanor…”

The new name felt right to her and it was certainly more appropriate to her new body than her old one. But her old body was gone…transformed into something much better. The rest of her life would surely be similarly transformed too.

“But first,” Ellie glanced to her closet and then her naked body, “I’m going to have to get a new wardrobe. Nothing I own is going to fit me…” Ellie laughed at that. It was such a silly problem and one she was glad to have. “This is going to be fun…”

The End