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It had been two days and Jill still had not touched the Ultra Platinum, which still lay in her backpack along with the syringes and brochures. It was Wednesday now, the day she had physical ed class. She used to enjoy PE since her sports bra and shorts attire meant that she was driving most of the guys in class crazy during class, but her instructor, Mr. U, put an end to that by proposing to the department more modest clothing requirements. Shit.

PE consisted of the ritual stretching exercises followed by calisthenics and finally some random sport of Mr. U’s choosing, whether it was basketball or dodgeball. Besides Jill, there were twelve students in the class. Among them were Bywater, the silent, mysterious mormon kid, and Adrian, one of Linton’s cronies. Adrian in particular was a tough nut for Jill to crack; he was, of course, another idiot football meathead, but apparently he was blessed by a pixie one evening to resist Jill’s temptations. She still tried anyway.

Jill was easily the hottest girl in the whole class. Most of the other girls were either fat or ugly, or a combination of both. At least to Jill, anyway. She could manage the basic exercises with ease, though she dreaded basketball days. In addition to just not being any good at it, she kept having the damn ball stolen from her by Bywater. Christ she hated those days. Thankfully, today was volleyball day.

Mr. U was running a couple of minutes late, so the kids were in the sports auditorium hanging around. Jill walked in and, as usual, wearing her modest T-shirt and shorts sports attire, and attracted a number of stares from the guys and looks of envy from the girls. It was a routine she was used to. That is, until…

Until

Who was THAT?! Jill’s attention quickly zeroed in on a hostile unknown sitting against the wall, a distance apart from the rest of the class. She had dark hair. Clearly looked like a mixture of races. Slender. Pretty. Who was she?

Jill struggled to maintain her composure. Setting her bag down, she exchanged the usual fakey pleasantries with some of the kids in class. All the while, she kept an eye on the unknown, who stood up and begin doing some light stretching. She had an unbelievable figure, and seemed to be as tall, if not slightly taller than Jill. Unacceptable!

The aloof unknown didn’t interact with the other students, as if existing in her own little realm. She made several brief glances at Jill, and each look was loaded with all the worst kinds of smug, all-knowing arrogance. Jill would have walked over and slapped the bitch for looking at her the wrong way, but then Mr. U walked into the auditorium and shouted for everyone to get off their asses.

Class went on as normal, though Jill’s mind was half on the unknown. She was standing about five students away from Jill, next to Bywater, participating in all the exercises, so she was clearly part of the class. So she’s a new student then? She has to be. But then why didn’t Mr. U introduce her or something? Well, he did seem rather stressed today, maybe he forgot to. Either way, she was stealing the show! She had better posture, she did the exercises like a fitness trainer, and worst of all, she could actually do the pushup exercises like the guys, without having to rest her knees on the floor! Jill seethed with contempt. And does that bitch have to keep looking at-

“One! Two! Three! Four! Fi…Jill, stop staring at Bywater’s ass and do the pushups right!”

Jill looked at Mr. U, completely aghast. She leaned up from her pushup position, remaining on her knees to look at Mr. U in astonishment. Bywater looked over at Jill, uncomfortably surprised.

“No I, I wasn’t-“

“Come on,” Mr. U said in a cynical sing-song voice, “You’re making the man uncomfortable, being on your knees like that. Don’t tempt him, Jill! He’s Mormon!”

The class erupted in laughter at Mr. U’s unbelievable comment that would have gotten him fired if he were anyone else, but a former marine does tend to command a different breed of respect.

“Alright kids settle down! Five!”

Jill was mortified. She looked back at the unknown, who returned her stare with her now signature smug foxy look. After the warm-up exercises, Mr. U had the class move over to the far end of the auditorium where two volleyball nets were set up. He divided the class so that the guys and girls played within their genders, and much to Jill’s displeasure, the unknown was on her team. Jill tried to keep her distance from her. There were four girls on each team, and though her mortal enemy was on her team, Jill’s confidence was boosted by the fact that the other team mostly had the chubby girls in the class.

The game commenced, and things went swimmingly. Jill was holding her own against team fat ass. She was about to send the ball into an undefended part of the enemy team’s court when all of a sudden, that bitch came out of nowhere and spiked the goddamn ball right on the edge of the boundary, winning their team more points. The nerve! Jill wanted to scream at her and order her to get her stupid ass out of her way, but all she could manage was a look of utter contempt. The bitch totally ignored her.

A little later in the game, team Jill was on the verge of claiming victory over team fat ass, who were floundering about with the ball as if it were on fire. Jill was about to deliver the killing blow when, right as she jumped to spike the ball over the net, the bitch came out of fucking nowhere and hit it instead. It all happened so fast, so suddenly, that a blindsided Jill instinctively tried to avoid colliding with the bitch and recoiled back, lost her bearings, and belly flopped spectacularly onto the floor with a resounding thud. Both teams erupted in a collective “Ooh!” followed by laughter as Mr. U blew the whistle to signal the end of class.

“I’d give you a 10 out of 10 but next time you should practice your Olympic diving in the pool, not the auditorium!” Mr. U said, struggling to contain himself. More laughter from the class. Jill slowly picked herself off the floor; the entire front of her body feeling like it had just been slapped by a giant ruler. Worst day ever.

Jill was in the locker room, standing over the sink next to the toilets. The air itself seemed permeated with humiliation, and she had no doubt in her mind that the whispering amongst the girls was concerning what just transpired in class. Sure enough, as she was about to change out of her PE clothes, Margaret, one of the girls from team fat-ass, walked over to the sink next to her to wash her hands. The pudgy bespectacled sophomore was so, so far below Jill’s league that she wouldn’t dare-

Jill heard Margaret snicker as she washed her hands. She gave her an indignant look, but Margaret ignored her and simply toweled her hands off and walked away. Unbelievable.
After regaining her composure, she changed into her camisole and jeans. In her hand she now had her pill box, about to down her pre-meal supplements before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Suddenly, she heard the door open behind her, followed by the sounds of someone skittering very quickly behind her towards the toilets. Jill spun around to see who it was, and to her displeasure she saw the bitch walking over to her.

“Hey!” the bitch said, all friendly and fakey.

“Oh, hey.”

“Look, I’m sorry about…back there. Things were pretty rough in my previous high school, so like, I’m really sorry if I seem like a total bitch. Are you okay?”

“Oh no it’s okay. I’m fine.” Jill said. Yes you are a total bitch. Please stop talking to me. Go away.

“I’m actually new here, transferred in from San Pedro High last week. I’m Alex.” She extended her hand to Jill. Jill looked at her for a moment, incredulous, but shook her hand anyway.

“Jill” came her monotone reply. Alex’s eyes suddenly lowered at Jill’s pill box.

“Hey! You also take Psicnogenol? Me too!” Alex said, pulling out her own pill box and showing it to Jill, “What else you got there?”

Inside, Jill was exploding. Is this bitch trying to rival her in every way imaginable? Still, she put on her best artificial enthusiasm and showed her the pill box “Visionex and Chelated 5 for pre meals and I’ve got like,” she gave a fake laugh, “a million other things for other times of the day!”

The two bantered for a short while, name dropping various dietary supplements, protein powders and their ilk amidst the conversation. It seemed like Jill was warming up to her former rival, until she realized that she could not say anything to Alex that Alex didn’t already know, or was much more familiar with. And yes, standing three feet away from her, Jill could tell now. Alex was taller than her by at least three inches.

School was over and she was locked up in her room at home, her parents vaguely audible through the door as they murmured about work and the stock market. She lay stomach down on her bed, propping her head up with her hands. All she could think about was Alex. She was so much smarter, prettier, taller, and had a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge of all the things Jill had interest in. Her whole body felt flabby compared to Alex’s unbelievably toned figure. Her arms felt jiggly. Her abs felt flat. Her ass felt deflated. Her legs felt weak. Her boobs felt like two swollen mosquito bites. It was driving her mad. It was like she was the newer, updated Jill, and the old version had to endure coexisting with her. Is this how she would leave Portsdown High going into college? Being a fucking expired product?

No.

She reached under her bed and pulled out her backpack. Unzipping the front pocket, she shook the backpack and let the Ultra Platinum, syringes and brochures fall out onto her bed. She grabbed the brochures and quickly read each one. Nothing about them seemed particularly sketchy; this was a legitimate, currently unreleased product from V-Fit, one of the most powerful health giants in the world. The brochures had chemistry-speak that was beyond Jill, but they also kept going on about how this was the “GNC Killer”, the future flagship product of V-Fit, the product they were putting all their energies to making it the last thing any health nut would desire. As far as she could discern, it was a miracle combination of the best antioxidants, amino acids and herb extracts, all carefully combined into one wonder-supplement. Jill felt like she was on the edge of a cliff. She picked up the bottle and a syringe, and looked at them for the longest time.
Well, it’s just a health supplement after all, she thought. They’re just a small equation in the larger scheme of things. But at the very least, she would feel better knowing that in spite of it all, she still hand the upper hand over Alex in something.

She removed the syringe from its packet and unscrewed the Ultra Platinum bottle. Gently, she punctured the exposed rubber seal with the needle and extracted a small dosage, based on what she had read from the product literature. She rested the needle on her brachial artery and without dwelling on the ludicrousness of it all, slowly pushed it into her skin and pressed down on the plunger. She winced and quickly pulled the needle out, dropping the syringe and grabbing a band aid.

Inside Jill, V-Fit’s unreleased, future flagship product went to work in her bloodstream, latching onto her genes, traveling up into her brain, invading her hormones, rapidly evolving into their own new breed of hormones, and weakening her genetic barriers. It was conducting a massive, invisible takeover of her body.

End of Part 1

Description
It had been two days and Jill still had not touched the Ultra Platinum, which still lay in her backpack along with the syringes and brochures. It was Wednesday now, the day she had physical ed class. She used to enjoy PE since her sports bra and shorts attire meant that she was driving most of the guys in class crazy during class, but her instructor, Mr. U, put an end to that by proposing to the department more modest clothing requirements. Shit.

PE consisted of the ritual stretching exercises followed by calisthenics and finally some random sport of Mr. U’s choosing, whether it was basketball or dodgeball. Besides Jill, there were twelve students in the class. Among them were Bywater, the silent, mysterious mormon kid, and Adrian, one of Linton’s cronies. Adrian in particular was a tough nut for Jill to crack; he was, of course, another idiot football meathead, but apparently he was blessed by a pixie one evening to resist Jill’s temptations. She still tried anyway.

Jill was easily the hottest girl in the whole class. Most of the other girls were either fat or ugly, or a combination of both. At least to Jill, anyway. She could manage the basic exercises with ease, though she dreaded basketball days. In addition to just not being any good at it, she kept having the damn ball stolen from her by Bywater. Christ she hated those days. Thankfully, today was volleyball day.

Mr. U was running a couple of minutes late, so the kids were in the sports auditorium hanging around. Jill walked in and, as usual, wearing her modest T-shirt and shorts sports attire, and attracted a number of stares from the guys and looks of envy from the girls. It was a routine she was used to. That is, until…

Until

Who was THAT?! Jill’s attention quickly zeroed in on a hostile unknown sitting against the wall, a distance apart from the rest of the class. She had dark hair. Clearly looked like a mixture of races. Slender. Pretty. Who was she?

Jill struggled to maintain her composure. Setting her bag down, she exchanged the usual fakey pleasantries with some of the kids in class. All the while, she kept an eye on the unknown, who stood up and begin doing some light stretching. She had an unbelievable figure, and seemed to be as tall, if not slightly taller than Jill. Unacceptable!

The aloof unknown didn’t interact with the other students, as if existing in her own little realm. She made several brief glances at Jill, and each look was loaded with all the worst kinds of smug, all-knowing arrogance. Jill would have walked over and slapped the bitch for looking at her the wrong way, but then Mr. U walked into the auditorium and shouted for everyone to get off their asses.

Class went on as normal, though Jill’s mind was half on the unknown. She was standing about five students away from Jill, next to Bywater, participating in all the exercises, so she was clearly part of the class. So she’s a new student then? She has to be. But then why didn’t Mr. U introduce her or something? Well, he did seem rather stressed today, maybe he forgot to. Either way, she was stealing the show! She had better posture, she did the exercises like a fitness trainer, and worst of all, she could actually do the pushup exercises like the guys, without having to rest her knees on the floor! Jill seethed with contempt. And does that bitch have to keep looking at-

“One! Two! Three! Four! Fi…Jill, stop staring at Bywater’s ass and do the pushups right!”

Jill looked at Mr. U, completely aghast. She leaned up from her pushup position, remaining on her knees to look at Mr. U in astonishment. Bywater looked over at Jill, uncomfortably surprised.

“No I, I wasn’t-“

“Come on,” Mr. U said in a cynical sing-song voice, “You’re making the man uncomfortable, being on your knees like that. Don’t tempt him, Jill! He’s Mormon!”

The class erupted in laughter at Mr. U’s unbelievable comment that would have gotten him fired if he were anyone else, but a former marine does tend to command a different breed of respect.

“Alright kids settle down! Five!”

Jill was mortified. She looked back at the unknown, who returned her stare with her now signature smug foxy look. After the warm-up exercises, Mr. U had the class move over to the far end of the auditorium where two volleyball nets were set up. He divided the class so that the guys and girls played within their genders, and much to Jill’s displeasure, the unknown was on her team. Jill tried to keep her distance from her. There were four girls on each team, and though her mortal enemy was on her team, Jill’s confidence was boosted by the fact that the other team mostly had the chubby girls in the class.

The game commenced, and things went swimmingly. Jill was holding her own against team fat ass. She was about to send the ball into an undefended part of the enemy team’s court when all of a sudden, that bitch came out of nowhere and spiked the goddamn ball right on the edge of the boundary, winning their team more points. The nerve! Jill wanted to scream at her and order her to get her stupid ass out of her way, but all she could manage was a look of utter contempt. The bitch totally ignored her.

A little later in the game, team Jill was on the verge of claiming victory over team fat ass, who were floundering about with the ball as if it were on fire. Jill was about to deliver the killing blow when, right as she jumped to spike the ball over the net, the bitch came out of fucking nowhere and hit it instead. It all happened so fast, so suddenly, that a blindsided Jill instinctively tried to avoid colliding with the bitch and recoiled back, lost her bearings, and belly flopped spectacularly onto the floor with a resounding thud. Both teams erupted in a collective “Ooh!” followed by laughter as Mr. U blew the whistle to signal the end of class.

“I’d give you a 10 out of 10 but next time you should practice your Olympic diving in the pool, not the auditorium!” Mr. U said, struggling to contain himself. More laughter from the class. Jill slowly picked herself off the floor; the entire front of her body feeling like it had just been slapped by a giant ruler. Worst day ever.

Jill was in the locker room, standing over the sink next to the toilets. The air itself seemed permeated with humiliation, and she had no doubt in her mind that the whispering amongst the girls was concerning what just transpired in class. Sure enough, as she was about to change out of her PE clothes, Margaret, one of the girls from team fat-ass, walked over to the sink next to her to wash her hands. The pudgy bespectacled sophomore was so, so far below Jill’s league that she wouldn’t dare-

Jill heard Margaret snicker as she washed her hands. She gave her an indignant look, but Margaret ignored her and simply toweled her hands off and walked away. Unbelievable.
After regaining her composure, she changed into her camisole and jeans. In her hand she now had her pill box, about to down her pre-meal supplements before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Suddenly, she heard the door open behind her, followed by the sounds of someone skittering very quickly behind her towards the toilets. Jill spun around to see who it was, and to her displeasure she saw the bitch walking over to her.

“Hey!” the bitch said, all friendly and fakey.

“Oh, hey.”

“Look, I’m sorry about…back there. Things were pretty rough in my previous high school, so like, I’m really sorry if I seem like a total bitch. Are you okay?”

“Oh no it’s okay. I’m fine.” Jill said. Yes you are a total bitch. Please stop talking to me. Go away.

“I’m actually new here, transferred in from San Pedro High last week. I’m Alex.” She extended her hand to Jill. Jill looked at her for a moment, incredulous, but shook her hand anyway.

“Jill” came her monotone reply. Alex’s eyes suddenly lowered at Jill’s pill box.

“Hey! You also take Psicnogenol? Me too!” Alex said, pulling out her own pill box and showing it to Jill, “What else you got there?”

Inside, Jill was exploding. Is this bitch trying to rival her in every way imaginable? Still, she put on her best artificial enthusiasm and showed her the pill box “Visionex and Chelated 5 for pre meals and I’ve got like,” she gave a fake laugh, “a million other things for other times of the day!”

The two bantered for a short while, name dropping various dietary supplements, protein powders and their ilk amidst the conversation. It seemed like Jill was warming up to her former rival, until she realized that she could not say anything to Alex that Alex didn’t already know, or was much more familiar with. And yes, standing three feet away from her, Jill could tell now. Alex was taller than her by at least three inches.

School was over and she was locked up in her room at home, her parents vaguely audible through the door as they murmured about work and the stock market. She lay stomach down on her bed, propping her head up with her hands. All she could think about was Alex. She was so much smarter, prettier, taller, and had a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge of all the things Jill had interest in. Her whole body felt flabby compared to Alex’s unbelievably toned figure. Her arms felt jiggly. Her abs felt flat. Her ass felt deflated. Her legs felt weak. Her boobs felt like two swollen mosquito bites. It was driving her mad. It was like she was the newer, updated Jill, and the old version had to endure coexisting with her. Is this how she would leave Portsdown High going into college? Being a fucking expired product?

No.

She reached under her bed and pulled out her backpack. Unzipping the front pocket, she shook the backpack and let the Ultra Platinum, syringes and brochures fall out onto her bed. She grabbed the brochures and quickly read each one. Nothing about them seemed particularly sketchy; this was a legitimate, currently unreleased product from V-Fit, one of the most powerful health giants in the world. The brochures had chemistry-speak that was beyond Jill, but they also kept going on about how this was the “GNC Killer”, the future flagship product of V-Fit, the product they were putting all their energies to making it the last thing any health nut would desire. As far as she could discern, it was a miracle combination of the best antioxidants, amino acids and herb extracts, all carefully combined into one wonder-supplement. Jill felt like she was on the edge of a cliff. She picked up the bottle and a syringe, and looked at them for the longest time.
Well, it’s just a health supplement after all, she thought. They’re just a small equation in the larger scheme of things. But at the very least, she would feel better knowing that in spite of it all, she still hand the upper hand over Alex in something.

She removed the syringe from its packet and unscrewed the Ultra Platinum bottle. Gently, she punctured the exposed rubber seal with the needle and extracted a small dosage, based on what she had read from the product literature. She rested the needle on her brachial artery and without dwelling on the ludicrousness of it all, slowly pushed it into her skin and pressed down on the plunger. She winced and quickly pulled the needle out, dropping the syringe and grabbing a band aid.

Inside Jill, V-Fit’s unreleased, future flagship product went to work in her bloodstream, latching onto her genes, traveling up into her brain, invading her hormones, rapidly evolving into their own new breed of hormones, and weakening her genetic barriers. It was conducting a massive, invisible takeover of her body.

End of Part 1