Marthe - Part 1
An artificial hormone causes dramatic changes in society, especially for one
particular young lady named Marthe. Based on "Heather" / "The Fleming Family" by Parthian

Hera Corporation was located on one of the small islands off the coast of
the Czech Republic. It specialized in the production of artificial hormones to
increase profitability in livestock. The female CEO of the corporation thought
that secrecy was of paramount importance to success, in order to protect
intellectual property and always be a few steps ahead of the competition.
Thus, the remote location of these small islands was perfect for her business
as far as she was concerned. The latest hormone that her company was working
on was intended to increase milk production in cows, and increase their size.
After consulting with the top zoologists and biochemists of the European
Union, a prototype was developed and tested. The prototype was a colorless,
odorless and tasteless liquid, that dissolved in water, and was stored in
immense storage tanks on their premises. After extensive testing, it proved to
be of little success, and not profitable. The female CEO attributed this failure
entirely to the male scientists on staff. Nevertheless, after a meeting it was
decided that it was best for the corporation to stop production of the hormone
completely. That night the person in charge of the hormone reserves, a lowly
male janitor, was instructed to release them into the ocean.

Given the small size of the island and its limited resources, there was only
one town on the island, and it contained 10,000 people. The town got its water
supply from the only reservoir, which was located close to Hera Corporation
headquarters. The pipes that went from the immense storage tanks of the
corporation to the ocean passed by this reservoir. By pure coincidence, that
night, on July 1st, when the janitor in charge of the hormone reserves opened
the master valve of the storage tanks to release their immense contents, a
moderate sized earthquake happened that caused cracks in the pipes that went
from the storage tanks to the ocean. Furthermore, the cracks occurred right
where the pipes happened to be closest to the reservoir, leading to the
contamination of the town's only water supply with almost the entire volume of
the prototype hormone that had been in the storage tanks. Given that the
hormone was colorless, odorless, and tasteless, short of scientific testing
it was almost impossible for anyone to have guessed that the town's water
supply had been contaminated that night. And given the volume of material that
entered the reservoir, it was going to be in the town's water supply for a
very, very long time. No one was privy to this information, of course, least of
all the lackadaisical male janitor responsible.

The house that happened to be closest to the reservoir was that of a Caucasian
household: the Fleming family. The Fleming family consisted of 10 people.
There was Marthe who had just turned 12 on July 1st. Then there were her eight
brothers: Lee who was 25, Craig who was 24, David who was 23, Edward who was
22, Frank who was 21, Ian who was 20, Hugo who was 19, and Don who was 18. Their
father, Arthur was 43. Their mother, Suzanne, had died of breast cancer last month
at the age of 43. All of the men in the family were small, between 5'3" and 5'4"
and weighed between 115 and 125 pounds. They also had brown hair and brown eyes.
Marthe's mother, a blue eyed blonde, had been around 5'2" and weighed around 110
pounds prior to being diagnosed with breast cancer. Marthe was 5' tall and weighed
around 95 pounds, and was a green eyed dirty blonde. Lee, Craig, David, and Edward
had all graduated from the local college in town, and due to their limited
intelligence and unlimited laziness, had majored in easy degrees that they couldn't
establish a career with. So they were limited to being employed in low-paying
dead-end jobs in town. They also couldn't afford to get married or move out, or
have girlfriends. Frank, Ian, Hugo and Don were also going to the local college,
and also majoring in easy subjects, and living at home. They were also of limited
intelligence and vast laziness, unmarried, and without girlfriends, or any form of
meaningful employment. Arthur, the head of the household, worked at the local
gas-station and wasn't where he wanted to be in life. He was also of limited
intelligence and had no real ambition. They all lived in the same old house that had once been a barn. It had been converted to a house with 10 bedrooms. Luckily for the family, the cost of living in this small town was very low, and with their
pooled income they could live there, but barely make ends meet.

The late matriarch, Suzanne, had been a fairly attractive and intelligent women, but due to her husband's jealously she had been prevented from going to college or
finding any employment after they had been married at 18. Due to these
circumstances and their lack of belief in birth control, Suzanne had given birth
to 9 children. While she was alive, Suzanne had been the subject of her
husband's frustrations and shortcomings in life, and she was frequently beaten
and humiliated in front of her children. She often had bruises on her body.
Marthe was the target of the frustrations of not only her father but also
her brothers, and was forced to do countless chores for the male members of
the family, and was frequently beaten, bullied, and shoved around as well. In
particular, over the course of the last six months Marthe's father disallowed
her from wearing shoes with any sort of heel, as this would cause Marthe to become
almost as tall, if not taller, than the household males. This had been a standing
rule for her mother for years. Because Suzanne was only about an inch shorter than
the males in the house, Arthur forbid her from wearing heels and usually liked her
to be barefoot, even and especially during the cold winter months.

In short, the lives of Marthe and Suzanna had been hell. And now that Marthe had
also lost her mother, her last pillar of support was gone. The night that Suzanne
she turned to her daughter, her eyes welling up with tears and said: "Marthe darling, I pray to God that a miracle happens and your life turns around and you don't suffer for the remainder of your life the way I did. Take control." With those parting words she died.

Now that Marthe had turned 12, her body was starting to go through the changes
of puberty. Overall, she had been lucky to inherit the intelligence and looks
of her mother, and after some years, she was going to blossom into a beautiful
person. Her summer routine had by now been established, and she hadn't looked
forward to it. Each day she would basically be confined to the house, and be a
slave to one of the male members of her family, starting with the oldest,
working down to the youngest. If she couldn't do what was expected of her or
didn't have enough time, she was frequently beaten. And even if she performed
every task quickly and correctly, she was still constantly slighted, called
names, and even pinched on the butt. In no uncertain terms she had also been
told that she was expected to continue to perform the same tasks even after
she was finished with high school. That is, she was to continue to live at
home and be the virtual slave of her father and brothers. Each summer night,
she would go to bed crying, praying to God for some form of a miracle, but the
miracle never came. Finally, one night she decided to switch things up and
pray not to "God" but to "Goddess", substituting "She" and "Her" for every
instance of "He" and "His" in her normal prayer routine. She begged Goddess for
the power to change her life. She prayed that by the time 6th grade started
on October 1st, her life would hopefully have changed for the better, if only
for a little.

By the end of the second week of July, Marthe started to feel that her clothes
and shoes were becoming tighter. She decided to measure herself, and she was
surprised to find that she was now 5'2", and weighed 100 pounds. At first she
felt it was kind of strange, but then she reminded herself that girls have a
growth spurt during puberty. She just hoped that it wouldn't continue for much longer, however, as her father had already beaten her on a whim after noticing that she seemed taller and therefore suspecting that she had taken to wearing heels in the house. Marthe's nervous explanation that was was simply growing, and her father's recognition of this fact, did no good, as the Fleming men did not like being contradicted. Marthe's father slapped her mouth before she had finished explaining, and then he motioned for her to pull down her pants so he could tan her hide with his belt for being such a bad girl. "B-but I'm not wearing heels, Daddy--Look!" she cried, frantically gestering toward her bare feet, but Arthur told her that she was now being disobedient and struck her even harder, this time with his bare hand, which he rudely held tight against her ass for a few seconds after each slap. In truth Arthur's mind reeled with the knowledge that actually his young daughter was on the verge of outgrowing him, but he successfully repressed this revelation by indulging in some female-beating, a favorite pasttime of his.

Marthe began slumping a bit because of this incident, because she wanted to hide her height lest she incur more beatings. Despite this effort, however, it was obvious that Marthe's growth process was continuing, and by the end of July she was 5'4", just as tall as anyone else in the household, and with her solid form she was weighing 110 pounds, almost as heavy as any of her brothers. She checked with some of her friends that were living close by, and they were also experiencing similar changes in their bodies, though none of them were as tall as she was. Her father had ceased to remark upon her height, but he and several of her brothers had begun saying that she was "getting fatter" as a way to maintain their sense of subjugation over her despite her impressive changes. Other than that, for the month of July, Marthe still slaved away to the whims of her brothers and father. When doing their laundry sometimes she noted how much smaller their shirts and jeans seemed, and once she tried to put some of her brothers' clothes on only to find out that her thighs and shoulders were simply too big for them. Even the slightest flex of her newly supple limbs caused the seams to strain and crack, so she hurriedly withdrew from the garments, still naturally fearful of what her brothers would do to her if they found that she with her "fat body" had ruined their clothes.

In August, Marthe's body continued to go through the same changes, and after two weeks, she was now 5'6" tall and weighed 120 pounds. She was now taller and heavier than anyone else in the house, and she ceased slumping simply because it was hurting her neck and, moreover, because she was now so much taller than the men in the house that there was no way she could hide it. Once while walking in town a man in his late 20s hit on her and asked her out. She was flattered and smiled nervously down at him (he was only about 5'5") but told him that she was actually about half his age so she'd have to pass. At this point, gaining some confidence, she asked her father to buy her new shoes and clothes. He flatly refused, saying that he couldn't afford to and leaving the room before he had to hear her explanation as to why exactly she needed a new wardrobe. Luckily for her, some of her friends gave her their older sisters' old clothes and shoes. The calls of "fatty" had all but stopped, and it seemed to Marthe that the males in her household simply wanted to ignore the fact that she had outgrown them. More frequent than name-calling now became furtive glances from her brothers, which Marthe noticed whenever she was, say, taking off a jacket or bending down to tie her laces, or any other task which might accidentally reveal a portion of her body or cleavage. A few times she knew that she had even seen little eyes peering in the cracks of the door when she was getting dressed or showering.

By the end of August, she had grown another 2 inches to stand 5'8" tall, and now weighed 130 pounds. Now that she was markedly bigger than all the men in her family, she noted with a smile that everyone was obviously afraid to try and discipline her. Therefore she started to refuse doing some of the things her brothers asked her to do. Everytime she said "No" to a brother, the little man would shuffle away silently with his tail between his legs, and Marthe liked to witness this, silently considering what her male family members were going through mentally.

In September her amazing growth continued. By mid-month, she was 5'10" tall and
weighed 145 pounds. Moreover, she had boldly taken to wearing heels in the house and she clopped around a little bit louder and a little bit prouder everyday, with her brothers often scurrying out of the room before she got there, running away like little rats whenever they heard that the big cat was on the prowl. As she sailed past her brothers and father in height and weight, she noted that her default facial expression started to become a broad smile rather than scared pensiveness, and she no longer had nightmares. Occaisionally her father would still be slightly verbally abusive to her, but mostly this only took the form of dismissive mumbling under his breath, as if he were a petulant teenager and she were in the role of strident adult.

At the end of September she measured her height and weight. By now she was exactly 6 feet tall barefoot and weighed 155 pounds. She realized suddenly that she looked something like a supermodel, and her development was not going to stop there.

Over the course of that summer, Marthe experienced phenomenal growth, and so did all the girls in the town, although at a slower rate than Marthe herself. The hormone seemed to effect all the girls that were more or less between ages 12 and 18. No one else was effected. As of yet, no one suspected that the water and its content were responsible. Sixth grade started on October 1st, and for the first time in her life, Marthe looked to the future with some degree of hope.