THE SOCIAL LADDER BY GREINSKYN

[Matt L.]

THE SOCIAL LADDER By Greinskyn:

Mia took final drag on her joint. While holding in the bitter smoke, she turned up Bound to Violence on her battered Discman. Hate breed and marijuana helped make school almost tolerable at most.

That Mia was even in school was something of an oddity. The pale, dark haired girl seldom graced the grounds of Northridge. If it wasn't for Judge Hawkins, she wouldn't be here that's for sure. The sour old man had left her little choice; it was either school or Juvie Hall. As the morning bell sounded, she wondered if the right decision had been made.

Her mind sufficiently numbed, Mia made to standard failed

Shit! she yelled, falling back down.

Thin pale arms shot out towards the walls of the stall hoping to slow, if not halt the descent. The action proved to be in vain as Mia's fingers slid uselessly down the smooth painted surface. When they encountered the rolls of toilet paper, her fingers sent them spinning. She failed to notice this little detail, however as her tailbone came into contact with the unforgiving porcelain at the same instant. The ensuing pains well as the blaring music kept Mia from noticing something else as well

Greetings students and teachers

Mia sat there disoriented. Gradually the world came into focus, or at least the dingy ceiling of the girls restroom did.

What the hell did Zero put into that weed she asked the empty room.

Eventually a dull ache replaced the stabbing pain in her tailbone. Mia rubbed the offending area and cursed herself for buying marijuana from such a questionable source. In the middle of both these acts her gaze fell upon a small golden trinket amongst the pile of loose toilet paper. Must've been rolled up in one of those she thought.

The tiny metal object was in her hand before she knew, along with a small tag attached by string. It looked like a tiny ladder with eight little rungs. Along the left side was a tiny pointer. Mia slid the pointer up and down noticing how it stopped at each rung as if there was some sort of detente there. Satisfied with her visual inspection Mia read the card;

The Social Ladder

Tired of your place on the social ladder?
Perhaps someone elses place has got you down?

Just imagine the person you want to change, adjust to desired Social level, and have fun!

Mia snorted at the outrageous declaration. Apparently I'm not the only one who bought from Zero she thought. Shaking her head, Mia put the thing in her pocket. Id better get moving unless I want to see old Hawk-bill Hawkins again. A smile played across her lips as she remembered accidentally calling the Judge by his nicknamed the old fart actually turned crimson


Sneaking into class was easy enough. Mia waited until Miss Purdy was writing on the blackboard, then ducked in. Only a few people detected her act no one cared. Mia was a loner by fate more than choice.

From her vantage point in the back row, she scanned the collection of students. They differed greatly on many levels. Possibly the only similarity was the lack of enthusiasm for being in school this early.

When Mia's gaze fell on Betty Walters and her clique, she felt her blood begin to boil. Betty was the Super Popular Rich Bitch Queen of Northridge High. Graced with silky blond hair, DD breasts, and a killer figure, she ruled the school. As queen, Betty looked down on all others especially outcasts like Mia. I wish I could take her down a few rungs she thought vehemently.

At the same instant Mia had that thought; a slight tinkle drew her attention. Looking down at the desk top, she was surprised to see that the tiny golden ladder had fallen out of her pocket. Whether it was the coincidental timing, or the tainted weed, Mia had an inspiration.

Following the instructions, she imagined Betty Walters. The act wasnt hard; Bettys smug form was forever burned into Mias brain.

Nothing happened.

After several more moments passed without anything happening, Mia moved to put the trinket away. She cursed herself for her gullibility. The ladder was almost back in her pocket when writing suddenly appeared.

Holy shit! she hissed, dropping the tiny ladder back onto her desk.

The action drew several disproving glares and a pause in Miss Purdys writing. Fortunately everyone was too tired/bored to really care. Mia waited until attention shifted away from her and the little outburst. Once she was certain no one was watching, she examined the ladder again.

Due to the small size, it was hard to read, but eventually she made out all eight rungs;

>Super Popular Rich Bitch Queen
Popular Rich Bitch
In Crowd
Outer Edge In Crowd Hopeful
Plain Jane
Almost Average
Social Outcast
Nerd Queen

Mia also noticed the pointer had repositioned itself to the top rung. With an evil grin, she slid it down one


Betty sat at her place in the middle of the classroom; the best place to be admired by her followers. Inner circle members that ringed her contained the crme de la crme of Northridge. She surreptitiously scanned the girls nearby. The only real competition was Tara, whose svelte body almost rivaled her own. Fortunately Betty had her beat in the boob dept.; her DDs eclipsing Taras rather spectacular D cup cleavage. She made sure to keep the girl in her place by any means necessary; rumors, bad advice, diet sabotagenothing was out of bounds. StillBetty knew she had to always keep up her guard. The other girls jockeyed for position for third and fourth place in the order. They eagerly met Bettys gaze, hoping to gain some favor.

She gave her pretty mane a toss and watched the reactions of boys and girls alike. Though she liked the looks of jealousy from the girls, it was the attention of Mike Sanders she really wanted.

She got it.

Mikes smile hinted he wanted her; the wink he shared proved it. Sure he was Taras boyfriend, but, she was getting tired of Matt. Thinking of Matt, she repeated the hair maneuver over her other shoulder. Sure enough there he was, his love-filled eyes locked on her.

Suddenly a chill passed over Betty. She closed her eyes as an involuntary shudder passed through her body. What the hell was that? she wondered. A quick look around showed everyone else seemed unaffected. Must be just me I guess she rationalized.

Putting the incident behind her, Betty again sneaked a look towards Mike. He wasnt paying attention to her anymore. His longing gaze was now locked on his girlfriend Tara. Betty let her attention linger on Mike, hoping the return to his girlfriend was just a temporary lapse. Unfortunately his eyes remained trained on the other girl. Feeling a little put off, Betty went back to Matt. He was staring at Tara too! Cant be having that now she thought bitterly.

Betty extended her arms into the air in a long exaggerated stretch. This maneuver accentuated her generous breastsand never failed to attract attention. Peeking out of the corner of her eye she did notice attention being directed towards her, but, it was fleeting. To her chagrin, both Matt and Mike were again staring at Tara. What the hell! she wondered, her anger rising.

Betty turned her attention towards Tara. The girl seemed to be sitting higher in her chair. The smug, self confident smile mirrored the one Betty herself usually wore. It was the look of supremacy. She looked at the Inner Circle. To her dismay they were all looking at Tara too! It was as if she were the Queen. No freak'in way she cursed internally.

As she tried to figure out what was going on, Betty began to chew on her little pinkie. It was a nervous habit from grade school; one shed thought was long behind her. Something didnt feel right. It took a while for her to notice that the pressure of her right breast against her arm felt different somehow. Betty risked a glance downward and gasped. The swell of her breasts looked diminished. Sure they were still generous, but, there was a definite drop in size. Discretely, her hand rose and cupped one. Her blood froze. It was smaller!

Betty looked up, her face filled with worry, and met Tara's eyes. The other girl looked even more smug if that was possible. Taras gaze dipped down to Bettys cleavage then again rose to meet Betty's eyes. A grin spread across the other girls face, before she tossed her hair in Bettys trademark style. Tara then looked away from the shocked former queen.

Betty couldn't breathe.

Ive just been dismissed by Tara! Shed never been on the receiving end of a dismissal. The foreign feelings hurt and angered her. Betty hadn't clawed her way to the top to be booted off without a fight. I gotta get even she realized I gotta get their attention!

The opportunity soon presented itself. Miss Purdy announced that they were to begin their oral presentations. Normally Betty would have waited until last to give her's after all only the nerds volunteered first. Today was an exception. Betty was desperate to regain the adoration of her minions.

Miss Purdyalong with the rest of the class was surprised to see one of the popular girls choose to go first. Even Tara the queen, seemed shocked, which was rare as she usually directed everything that her underlings did.

Betty made her way to the front of the class. She felt uncustomarily nervous at the focused attention. In order to steady herself, she ran her hand down the expensive silk blouse she was wearing. The feel of her diminished breasts only rattled her more.

In the back, Mia slid the pointer down another rung


Betty cleared her throat. She had barely started her presentation when another chill passed over her. The sensation camouflaged several changes from her immediate attention. Bettys breasts receded further, entering C cup range. The expensive silk blouse changed to less expensive cotton. Even Bettys desk had changed position, no longer occupying the center of the popular group.

Mia noticed, however, and slid the pointer down another two rungs


Betty stumbled from the wave that hit her. While swallowed in the abyss, she still made out several remarks of concernand some of laughter. Had she still been wearing heels, she might have stumbled. The sensible two year old sneakers she now sported provided adequate support, keeping her on her feet.

Betty tried to recover, but her voice cracked. Several attempts to clear her throat failed to bring back the melodic voice she once had. Her hand automatically reached up to cup her neck. The lack of resistance her large breasts normally offered immediately caught her attention. The whole class was treated to Betty dropping her papers and groping both boobs.

The feel of the cheap cotton t-shirt, as well as the barely B cup breasts underneath were too much to handle. Betty let out a scream that rattled the rafters. Most of the students knew Betty. The plain, quiet girl was one of those people you never really paid attention to. Not too pretty, yet, not ugly either.

They noticed her now.

Betty still had her hands on her breasts as Mia again adjusted the pointer

This time she could feel her breasts begin to enlarge. Betty felt a ray of hope develop in the nightmare.

It was short lived.

As her breasts grew, Betty began to feel her fingers sink into the increasingly yielding flesh. She adjusted her glasses and looked down. Her breasts were definitely getting bigger, but, getting puffier as well. It was almost as if her breasts were getting filled with fat. A look past her drooping breasts revealed a soft middle. The faded cotton t-shirt now failed to reach her cut-offs leaving the pale roll of flesh in full view over the waistband.

Bettys hands flew to her flabby tummy. Her breasts, devoid of the support her hands had provided, drooped even further downward. Bettys now ample stomach rolled at the sensation. Little did she realize the show she was putting on. The display was Out there even for a borderline outcast like her!

Mia couldnt believe the transformation. The smug Betty had been reduced to a fat loser. There was one rung left

Mia felt the ladder dissolve in her grasp. She looked down at her empty hands wondering if it had all been a hallucination. A round of laughter brought Mia's attention back to the front of the room.

Gone was the slim smug queen of Northridge. In her place stood a girl a good 80 lbs. heavier. The fat encasing her body jiggled and shook with her sobs. Betty's blue eyes were now a muddy brown and hidden behind thick red plastic rimmed glasses. Her slim nose had changed to a long wide beak with a significant hook. Betty was standing there shaking. Her puffy, acne covered face was flushed crimson. Mia gasped at the sight of the now fat Betty clasping her hands in front of her soaked crotch. The classroom was filled with laughter and a running chant of Betty Wetty, a nickname that seemed to fit the humiliated girl.

The teacher finally managed to quiet the classroom down somewhat. Miss Purdy led the sniveling freak back to her seat in the back of the room. Mia was surprised to see that Betty's place was now right beside hers. The smell of urine was strong on the distraught girl as she picked up her massive ratty purse and waddled out of the room.

While many people would have chosen the previous incarnation of Betty, Mia preferred the ladder.

FINIS

[Burke_Rakers]

Very glad to see this one again! It's another that I'd always loved, but forgot to save a copy before Forever Changing went down.

[Lyssa]

One of the favorites stories, which there were more like this one.

[kylekatarn77]

Second that, more nerd tf is needed!

[Matt L.]

This story is more enjoyable with every read, the chills up and down my spine as Betty transforms into a nerdy fat pariah never vanquish. A true gem of a classic, thank you for writing such an entertaining piece.

Cheers, Matt

[Vended]

An amazing read indeed.

[Lyssa]

Wish you wrote a sequel This story is so cool!