Beverly and Betty Preview!

Beverly and Betty
by MagnusMagneto

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1)  Beverly

All of her life Beverly Sinclair admired greatness.  As far back as elementary school, she immersed herself in mythology, entirely enraptured by the idea of gods and goddesses.  She admired the goddesses in particular, admiring their fusion of power and beauty.  Beverly wanted nothing more than to be a goddess, or at the very least be around one.

Unfortunately, even as a young girl it was evident that she was destined to be nothing like the women she dreamt of.  Beverly was the textbook definition of a mousey nerd.  She was short, thin, and came from a family with the same genetic stock.  In late middle school and early high school, while the other girls were blossoming into womanhood, puberty granted Beverly very little.  Watching her peers become far sexier than her crushing for the girl, and lead itself to a negative feedback loop.  

Since Beverly thought poorly of herself, she didn't bother trying to improve her appearance.  Her hair and skin had become regularly greasy and unkempt and she wore unflattering clothing which concealed the very few curves she possessed.  High school in particular had been a somewhat hellish experience for her.  None of the boys in her classes were remotely interested in her, not even the 'neckbeards' who went through all of grade school without a single date.  

Each passing year of high school became more difficult than the last for Beverly.  She capped out at a measly height of 4'11” and never developed the wide hips, sizable breasts or round protruding butt that attracted male attention.  There were numerous days that she never even bothered to wear a bra, as she didn't see the utility in doing so.

In early middle school, Beverly was able to contribute somewhat to sports teams, but by her sophomore year of high school she had been rendered effectively useless.  The boys had by then outstripped her physical capabilities to an unfathomable degree, and even most of the girls were easily two or three times stronger than her.

Beverly's social status declined as well.  In her younger years the girl wasn't much of a social butterfly, but she managed to maintain a decent circle of close friends and acquaintances.  Each passing year of high school however, it seemed that fewer and fewer people wanted to have anything to do with Beverly.  Before long, even her closest friends had become casual acquaintances instead of trustworthy confidants.

Even Beverly's grades, the area she was strongest in had begun to slip during high school.  It wasn't that the girl was becoming less intelligent, in fact quite the contrary was true.  She had mentally outstripped the majority of her classes and lacked the motivation to complete all the busywork that was handed out.  Still, she managed to ace the tests and projects, allowing her slide by on a solid B+ average.

One topic in particular did manage to completely hold Beverly's attention however – biology.  In particular, everything pertaining to genetics.  After becoming exposed to the basic concepts behind the blueprints of life she became borderline obsessed with learning about and understanding them.  She was someone who felt that she received the short-end of the genetic lottery, and developed an intense love-hate relationship with the concept.

Eventually high school began to come to a close.  Coming from a middle class American family, it was almost expected that Beverly would simply move onto college next.  She applied to a few schools, but the Ivy League all swiftly declined her.  Eventually she settled on her state's public university, taking solace in the fact that they had a decent reputation for teaching the sciences.


2) Betty

Betty Bussey's life was almost polar opposite to Beverly's.  Betty was primed from a young age to be an attractive, outgoing and assertive individual.  As a young child, Betty didn't care too much for education, but gravitated towards and excelled at athletics.  In middle school an early visit from puberty granted her a sizable advantage over her rivals both athletically and romantically.  It wasn't long before the blonde was often regarded as one of the school's star athletes and best looking girls.

As an entering freshman in high school, Betty was already tall and full-figured with facial features that rivaled that of a college girl's.  She turned the heads of male students of all ages, and began utilizing make-up, fashionable clothing and flattering hairstyles to further her beauty.  Another substantial growth spurt brought her to a somewhat imposing 5'11”, allowing her to veritably tower over most other students by her senior year.  Despite her size, most of the boys still drooled over her long, toned legs that she frequently showcased without a hint of hesitation.

By junior year, she had attained a slight cult of personalty and was easily one of the social scene's power players.  Everyone wanted to be around Betty, and she turned away very few friendships.  She was able to deftly navigate through a multitude of social circles, effortlessly fitting in with the most popular of students, while also having 'cred' with the more outcast groups.  Only the most jaded of individuals disliked her.  

While Betty would never become a valedictorian, she did manage to earn decent grades.  When push came to shove, Betty put in the time and effort to ace her homework assignments and scrape by tests.  

Betty had taken up both track + field and volleyball during high school and found great success in both.  Her long legs developed into powerful pistons that propelled her to multiple placing finishes at meets, and made her an important player for her team.  When senior year came around, Betty began applying to college, presuming it was simply what she was supposed to do next.  She had no aspirations or delusions of going anywhere fancy and simply settled on applying for her state's university.


3)
The first day of college.

Beverly struggled as she brought her small trunk of belongings into the dorm room.  Her family had to help her with the rest of luggage, but struggled nearly as much in doing so.  It took them multiple trips and more than a few breaks, but they managed to get the girl setup.  

After her family had left, the mousey girl took a look around her new living space.  Her roommate seemed to had already setup shop, and a curious Beverly decided to investigate what kind of person she would be living with.   She loathed the idea of living with someone else, but single rooms weren't available to freshmen and her parents refused to spring for an apartment.  All Beverly knew about her roommate was that she was named Betty.

The first thing Beverly noticed about this Betty's belongings was how... pink everything was.  While Beverly wasn't a big fan of the color, she wasn't too surprised.  Beverly noticed that there were some clothes already hung up in the closet on Betty's side of the room and decided to snoop around a bit.  As Betty approached the garments, she quickly realized that they were HUGE!  Everything was at least a large, some of it extra large.  

Deciding to go into full 'creeper mode' Beverly snuck a peak in her roommates bra drawer and was flabbergasted to find they were size E!  Beverly was awestruck at how large this person must have been. The diminutive girl wasn't sure if Betty was an obese individual, or what.  Still, even if this Betty was overweight, Beverly would still be jealous of her chest.  She reflected on her own pathetic barely A-cups and longed for a different genetic fate.

Not wanting to get caught, Beverly put everything back in its place before unpacking.  It took her some time, but Beverly finally got everything setup.  Unsure of what to do for the rest of the day, she simply got her desktop computer hooked up and browsed her usual online haunts.

A few hours passed, and at around 8 PM the door to the dorm began to unlock.  Anxiety pent up within Beverly as she quickly closed a large number of slightly questionable tabs on her internet browser.  Whoever was opening the door was struggling with the lock somewhat, leading to a nearly overwhelming amount of suspense for the small girl.

Finally, the door opened, and Betty entered.  Beverly nearly fell out of her chair when she saw the other girl – and understandably so.  Betty's tall, toned and tanned frame was on display thanks to an outrageously short skirt and a tank-top with exposed midriff.  A tight knot formed in Beverly's stomach.  This person wasn't some chubby girl who skated by thanks to her large knockers – no, this was a bona fide prom queen in the flesh.  There wasn't a visible ounce of flesh on this girl's frame aside from her sizable bosom, and she practically radiated an aura of feminine energy and beauty.  In fact, the visible portion of Betty's midriff revealed that the taller girl actually had a flatter and more defined stomach than Beverly did.

Betty looked down at the girl sitting in a computer chair and greeted her “Hey there!  You must be.. uhh.. Beverly, right?” She flashed a wide, genuine smile that showcased her flawless white teeth.

“Y-yeah.” Beverly stuttered before rising out of her chair.  As the shorter girl stood up the height differential between the women became abundantly clear.  Betty stood a full foot taller than the other girl and it showed immensely, particularly thanks to Betty's far superior posture.

“Nice to meet you Bev, I'm Betty!” She exclaimed before extending a hand.

Beverly was taken aback by how incredibly forward the other girl was.  She was already calling her by a shortened nickname right off the bat.  The smaller girl grabbed onto the extended hand and was once again shocked, this time by how much larger Betty's hand was than her own.  As their hands clasped, the taller girl gave a light friendly squeeze, which was immediately quite painful for Beverly.  While it wasn't Betty's intention to hurt Beverly, the tiny exertion of power had quickly demonstrated the vast discrepancy in their physical capabilities.

The smaller girl stared awkwardly, completely and totally unsure of what to say or do next.  Betty stared back for a few moments before trying to break the awkward silence.  “Sooo... what're you up to?”

Beverly blinked a few times before her thoughts turned to words.  “Oh, you know, just uh, browsing the internet.” she awkwardly laughed slightly.

“Oh!  Checking out the local scene on FaceSpace and stuff?” Betty asked.

“Uh, yeah, kind of.” Beverly lied.  She had been on various forums that she frequented and performing some cursory research on the topics she had classes on this semester.

“Great!  Found any happening parties tonight on there?”

“Oh, uh no.”

“Well, some guys invited me to one that's about to start.  It doesn't seem to be the greatest, but it should be decent.  You should come!  Might meet some cuties!” Betty offered.

Beverly's eyes grew wide.  “Oh, well, you know, we've got orientation in the morning and...”

“So what?  Just don't drink if you're worried about that.  I'll vouch for you if anyone gives you shit about it.” Betty winked.

“Well, you know, I'm just not sure if it's such a great idea...”

“Ohhh, got a boyfriend back home?”

Beverly quickly shook her head. “No.  Look, really, your offer is quite generous but I'm going to, uh, chill.”  The last word in her sentence was stilted as she had never spoken it in that context before.

“Well, alright.  Let's exchange digits in case you want to get out of this cave.” Betty said before taking her phone out.

The girls exchanged numbers and Betty went off to have some fun while Beverly restored the tabs she had closed out.


4)

Beverly's head was spinning.  That was her roommate?  She had never seen a girl like that before.  Even the popular girls at her high school had nothing on this Betty.  None of them had Betty's combination of height, beauty, charisma and apparent athleticism.  Sure, some of them had one or two of those traits, but this combination formed something else entirely.

Sighing heavily, Beverly booted up one of her favorite PC games and played that, hoping it would take her mind off of the situation at hand.  It did for a brief moment, but eventually thoughts of Betty continued to creep back into her mind.  

-
A few hours later
-

Around 11:45PM the door began to unlock once again and Betty stumbled in.  “You know if one of us is around we really don’t need to keep this door closed, let alone locked.” she said, her words slightly slurred.

Even though she was somewhat inebriated, Betty's social instincts kicked in and she realized perhaps that came off as too harsh.  “Eh, don't worry about it.” she added.  “Anyway, going to night.  G'night.” she proceeded to throw off some clothing before falling onto her bed.

Beverly turned around and resumed with what she was doing.  She initially was worried that the light of the computer screen and sound of her clicking would inconvenience her new roommate, but within a few moments she heard light snoring coming from the larger woman.

At 12:30, Beverly decided it was time for her to try to fall asleep.  She turned off her computer and climbed into bed.  Her mind was still buzzing with a flurry of thoughts between starting classes very soon and her amazon of a roommate.  It took her some time, but eventually the mousey girl dozed off at a little after 1 AM.

-
7:30 AM
-

Despite the closed shades, the dorm room's large windows caused a great deal of light to shine through.  Eventually, Beverly conceded to nature and woke up.  She had a fairly restless 6 hours of sleep, and wasn't feeling particularly great.  After putting her glasses on, she glanced over at Betty who still fast asleep.  She was surprised to find that the larger girl was wearing a mere bra and panties, which further revealed her impressive body.  While Betty wasn't particularly jacked, she had a strong, solid frame from her athletic background.  Beverly felt pangs of jealousy and lust for the blonde's wide, and presumably powerful back.

Beverly shuffled into the bathroom and observed herself.  Her greasy dark hair was usually a mess, but it looked even more ridiculous having slept on it.  She wished for a beautiful, kept mane like Betty's that would radiate health instead of looking fairly gross.  In fact, she wished that her entire face looked like Betty's. Scowling, she took a quick shower before getting dressed.

At around 9 AM, Betty finally stirred from her slumber.  As she sat up she gave a mighty yawn and stretched her long limbs.  Beverly snuck a peak and couldn't believe how Betty's stomach remained nearly perfectly flat and shapely even when the girl was sitting up.  In comparison, Beverly had a small flabby pouch at almost all times.

“Morning roomie!” Betty cheerfully shouted before literally leaping out of her bed.  In the morning sun, the condition of Betty's strong, long legs was even more apparent.  Her quadriceps were packed full of powerful muscle from years of running track and playing volleyball.

“Uh, hi.” Beverly barely managed to squeak out.

“I'm feeling pumped up and full of life!” the taller girl exclaimed.

Beverly tried to think of something to reply with.  “Oh, so you're not hung over or anything?”

Betty laughed lightly.  “Honey I had a few drinks, but I can hold my liquor.”  She turned around to open up her wardrobe.  Beverly managed to get a look at Betty's perfectly round, shapely butt that seemed to effortlessly swallow her panties.  The smaller girl couldn't believe how much larger AND tighter it was than her own.  At that moment she also also caught a glance of the jutting, powerful calves that helped propel Betty's long legs.

The taller girl threw on a pair of extremely short booty-shorts that honestly didn't cover much more than her panties did.  She then proceeded to take her bra off without any shame, exposing a pair of ridiculously perky breasts for their size.  The knot in Beverly's stomach reached a fever high as she had to come to terms that Betty's rack was not only magnitudes larger than her own, but even managed to perk up higher as well.

“I'm going to go for a morning run, wanna join?” Betty asked, her upper half completely exposed.  

Beverly tried to not stare at the other girl's chest.  “Uhhh...”

The taller girl put on a sports bra while her roommate contemplated the offer.  “Well, I don't know how athletic you are, but if you're afraid of running, we could just jog or walk!”

“Sorry, thanks for the offer but I'll pass.”  Beverly answered.

“Alllll righty.  I just figure it's best to start combating the freshmen 15 right away!”  she tossed on a pair of socks and running shoes.  “Seeya later!” she added before taking off, her bottom bouncing with every step.

Beverly realized she was hungry and headed to the dining hall.  Once there she grabbed a small breakfast and ate it alone in a corner.  As she watched the groups of students form and enjoy one another's company, she felt another pang of sorrow.  Then again, this is how lunch her senior year of high school was, so it wasn't too much of a change of pace.  After returning back to her room, Beverly flipped on her PC and got back to browsing the internet.

Eventually Betty returned from her run.  As she came in, her tall ball was glistening with sweat, which only managed to accentuate her natural sex appeal.  Beverly was painfully aware that if she were covered with sweat, she'd simply look even more gross.  Another side effect of Betty's run was that her legs were pumped up, causing them to effortlessly radiate with power.

The rest of the day went on without much incident.  Both girls attended orientation, which didn't really do much aside from showcase various areas of the campus.  The evening went similarly like the day prior.  Betty went off to another social gathering somewhere, while Beverly brooded in her dorm.


6)

Classes had finally started.  The girls were in different subjects, and in between subjects they did very different things.  

Beverly typically retreated back to her room, or hid in the library on her laptop to give the illusion to Betty that she wasn't entirely a recluse.  In reality, the only real interaction she had with anyone was ordering food at the dining hall – and even then she frequently opted for meals that didn't require her to actually order them.  It was a lonesome existence, but she made sure to truly focus on her studies.  While she wasn't a valedictorian in high school, she strove to get as close to a 4.0 GPA as possible in college.

Betty on the other hand was actively developing her new social circles at a breakneck speed.  In high school she was a master at schmoozing, and college was essentially a gigantic version of high school. She was quickly becoming the kind of girl that everyone wanted to know.  Granted, most of the men wanted a shot of sleeping with her, but regardless she was rapidly becoming a dominant force in the underclassman social scene.  Betty was had her pick of various parties and social events for practically any evening she felt like going out.  Still, the girl knew fully well that she was at college to get a degree, and had her fair share of nights spent buckled down doing homework or studying.

The two girls had a strained relationship at best.  Betty engaged her roommate less and less, realizing that trying to get the smaller girl to do anything with her was a futile effort.  They had very little in common, and had come to harbor an unspoken resentment towards one another.  Beverly was supremely jealous of practically every facet of Betty, while Betty had difficulty understanding what Beverly's “problem” was, which frustrated her immensely.

-
Early October, Saturday morning
-

Beverly was busy messing around on her desktop before noticing that Betty was on the floor doing... push ups?  She glanced down and saw Betty's fairly thick limbs pumping up as she cranked out two dozen repetitions with proper form.  

While Beverly typically opted to remain practically silent, this was too interesting to not follow up on.  “So... what's up with the workout?”

Betty was surprised that her roommate had actually engaged her conversation.  “Well, even though I've been running, I want to make sure I don't get freshman fifteen bingo wings.” she explained before playfully flexing her arms, causing a small to pop up.

The tall girl got back on the ground and started doing reverse stomach crunches, causing the exposed ridges of her abdomen to peak out slightly.  A few minutes later she got back up.

“Isn't weight training more effective than that..?” Beverly asked somewhat unsure of what Betty was trying to accomplish.

Betty shrugged.  “I guess.  I don't think that girls should really use weights though.  At least that's what everyone says.  Anyway, I'm meeting up with the girls for lunch, you in?”

Beverly stared somewhat absent mindedly.

“Right.” Betty added with a disappointed tone.  “Anyway, catch you later.” she said before taking off.

-

For the next few days, something rattled around viciously in Beverly's mind – Betty, someone who was already capable of commanding the attention of practically any straight male around her was still trying to improve herself.  Meanwhile, Beverly, the dumpy girl who couldn't even get men on the lowest ring of the totem-pole to look at her did nothing.

Unable to take it anymore, she decided to finally try to put on makeup.  She had a kit given to her years ago that was never used.  Beverly brought the kit into the bathroom and started dabbling with it.  Unsure of what she was doing, she caked on a bizarre mixture of various products.  While it had covered up a few of her blemishes, it hadn't managed to actually make her more attractive – instead she looked something like a rejected clown.

Frustrated and exhausted with being completely unable to look attractive, tears of despair streamed down Beverly's face.  She smashed her small fists on the bathroom sink and cursed her fate.  Just then, Betty had come back from her latest excursion.  The larger girl heard sobbing from the bathroom and decided to investigate.

As she approached the door she gave it a firm knock “Bev?  You okay?” she asked with a surprisingly warm voice.

“Yeah, I'm... fine.” a squeaky voiced replied between sobs.

“No you aren't.  You're friggan crying.” Betty replied.  “I'm coming in.”

“No wai-” before Beverly could finish the taller girl had barged in.

It took Betty a few moments to take in what she was seeing, but she quickly had a pretty good idea.  “Are you... trying to do your makeup?”

Beverly nodded.  The girl's crying had smudged her mess of a job, making her look even sillier.  Betty couldn't help but playfully giggle a bit.  

“Just leave me alone.” the smaller girl demanded.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh.  Honey, do you... don't take this the wrong way, do you know what you're doing?”

“No.” Beverly admitted, ashamed.

“Would you be willing to let me help you?” Betty offered.  

Beverly mulled it over but eventually decided she had nothing to really lose.  She nodded silently in concession.

“Alright... first things first, we need to get you all washed up.”

-

From there Betty spent the next few hours helping out her roommate.  The taller girl taught Beverly the proper way to accentuate her features while hiding the blemishes and imperfections in her skin.  Of course, Betty's skin was naturally far nicer than her own, but she still knew how to properly cover up Beverly's acne and scars without it being noticeable.

It took a while, and Betty had to give Beverly some of her own products to finish the job, but when they were done Beverly's appearance had already improved immensely.  “Is that... me?” Beverly asked rhetorically, staring at the girl looking back at her in the mirror.  While she wasn't model-level of attractiveness, Beverly's face actually looked... decent.

“Of course it is silly!” Betty exclaimed.  “When you get used to this there are some other things you can do too, like eye shadow and lipstick.  Just make sure you don't go too overboard, gotta watch out for your skin's natural health.”

“Um... Betty...” Beverly started.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you can give me some tips on that too?  Like... skin care?”

-

Betty's mentorship continued and eventually extended onto other subjects as well such as hair care.  Eventually the two decided that Beverly was in need of quite a few beauty products in addition to a new wardrobe.  For the first time, Beverly accepted one of Betty's invitation, and the girls took the university's bus system to a nearby shopping district.

Beverly's budget was a little tight, but they made due, picking up some essential products and a few cheap, but fashionable outfits.  While Beverly couldn't quite splurge on some of the higher end products that Betty frequently used, the large girl offered to share until Beverly could get her own.

The final thing Beverly wanted in her mini-makeover was for her hair to be styled.  With her budget stretched as thinly as it was, going to a professional was out of the question.  Once again, Betty came through and offered to do a preliminary styling on her hair.  Beverly was somewhat unsure if it was a good idea, but eventually caved and let the her try her hand at it.

Betty was conservative with her changes to Beverly's hair, mostly cutting some split ends and applying some basic styling techniques.  She was sure to teach Beverly as much as possible so she could do these things herself in the future.  Beverly was impressed by how dexterous and precise Betty's relatively large hands were.  

Finally, Betty insisted on going the full distance and dolling up Beverly's finger and toe nails.  She kindly explained to the smaller girl that she needed to stop biting her fingernails and painted them a flattering bright red.  

By the end of the day, Beverly looked like a new woman!  While she wasn't going to be turning every guy's head, she appearance had definitely improved markedly.  Sure, her body wasn't so great, and she was still painfully short in terms of both stature and womanly assets – but she was finally enhancing what she had to work with.

After the makeover was finished, Beverly took the time to give Betty a genuine thank you.  In a rare act of openness, the smaller girl gave Betty a full open armed hug.  Betty was taken aback by the display and returned the hug.  As the girls embraced, Beverly was blown away by how warm Betty's body was.  She was also exceptionally soft despite not having any real fat on her, and smelled really good.  The smaller girl had to admit she wanted the embrace to last longer than that, but didn't want to make anything awkward.


7)
Two Weeks Later

Beverly's confidence was at an all-time high.  She had been consistently following Betty's instructions for taking care of her skin and hair, resulting in a marked improvement to her baseline beauty.  In her programming class she had started turning a lot of heads – granted, she was only one of three girls in the room, but before she seemed to be practically invisible.

It was somewhat of a harsh wake up call to realize just how much slightly improving her appearance changed things.  The fact that looking a bit better lead to everyone treating her nicer was somewhat depressing, but she decided it was simply a fact of life she had to start taking advantage of.

The two girls had become closer after Beverly's mini makeover.  The smaller girl had become more comfortable with simply talking to Betty about her day, and the taller girl began to understand that Beverly was just not as interested in social events as she was.  While Beverly still wasn't interested in going to any parties, the two had begun frequently discussing happenings on campus in addition to traditionally 'girly' things like fashion and makeup.

One morning, Beverly found Betty doing her calisthenics routine again – in nothing but her underwear.  As Betty stood up, Beverly couldn't help but notice that Betty's body had actually become a bit more visibly defined in the past couple weeks.  While she was still a far cry from 'ripped' or 'jacked' her already flat stomach now had some marks of definition, and her triceps popped out slightly at all times.  Beverly's mouth dried at the thought of Betty's body becoming even more appealing.

Beverly on the other hand had actually packed on a couple of the 'freshmen 15' pounds that Betty alluded to so many times in the past.  Unfortunately it didn't do her any favors, merely gathering around her torso, making the prospect of being shirtless in any situation even more uncomfortable for the young woman.

It was on that day that Beverly decided it was time to do something about her own body.  She had studied enough physiology to know that calisthenics, while effective to a degree, wouldn't be enough for someone of her size.  She needed to lift weights, and she needed to eat more.  The mousey girl spent a couple hours researching the best routine and diet outline for building up size and strength, gathered her courage, and for the first time in her life – headed to a gym.



[Follow the changes in both Beverly and Betty's lives in the full story!  Watch Beverly as she begins to shape her body with iron.  Perhaps Betty will also take up an interest as well?  And maybe, just maybe, the two girls' friendship will blossom into something more!]