Chapter 1

No one paid attention to Chad for much of high school. In many ways, he might as well have been completely invisible.

Neither popular nor hated, Chad was always ... just there. Nerdy enough, awkward a bit, sure, but ... meh. A great piece of nothing.

Chad didn’t seem to mind his isolation. In fact, he preferred it this way. He was sociable enough not to come across as a creep, but not much else.

Literally, no one knew he existed. Men greeted him a few times a year, and every time they thought it was the first time they’d seen him. When people asked what grade he was in, they were usually shocked to realize that he was in their class.

Invisible. Utterly invisible – but again, he seemed to like it this way.

Chad was neither bitter not joyous. Neither resentful not overly excited in any way. No one knew what hobbies he had and, well, no one knew he existed at all.

Physically, too, Chad was utterly unremarkable. A little short for a man, but not too short to draw attention to himself – and mockery from the girls.

Last time anyone bothered to check, he was 5’8’’, 5’9’’, something like that.

Thin and lanky, not very graceful, but also a total wreck of a human being, Chad played no sports and exceeded on no academic subject in specific.

If plain white bread was a human being, it probably would NOT be Chad, because plain white bread is usually actually very tasty and extremely popular on the markets.

Chad, on the other end, was nothing. Sheer nothing. He wasn’t even air: colorless, odorless, pure gas, because air is essential for living.

Chad was just ... nobody. Nothing and no one in particular – and it was okay. It was alright. He liked it that way. And if he didn’t, well, no one would ever notice, and fewer people still would ever bother.

Stacy was everything.

At the youngest, tenderest age, she developed sexual characteristics that would put a grown-up, fully matured supermodel to shame.

It was actually a little concerning how early Stacy reached puberty, and how fully he developed as soon as puberty hit her like a freight train. If some kids need to be moved up grades because they’re too smart, Stacy had to be removed from many classes, even schools, because most people who came across her thought she was an adult sitting with preschoolers.

It was awkward. It was absurd. For Stacy, though, it was the beginning of heaven.

Now, one must be careful when describing Stacy at such young age because of pedophilia and whatnot, so the best roundabout way to convey what an enormity this woman was is by describing her, well, as soon as she turned eighteen.

It was the final year of high-school, the final months actually, and Stacy’s growth was finally slowing down a little.

From the earliest, most indecently young age, she developed her body and mind so fast that some scientists actually paid top dollar to study her, for her biological growth lay far beyond the edge of what anyone thought possible for a human being – or for a mammal!

As Stacy neared her 18th birthday, though, her stupendous growth leveled out somewhat, and most people could see the woman for who she would be for the rest of her life: a 6’8’’, triple-Z-breasted, long-legged and hard-assed blonde supermodel who’d earn billions of dollars a year in whatever modeling career she chose to pursue.

For a high schooler, even one at the tail end of her grade, putting Stacy next to other girls was like having a fight between a roided up Alpha gorilla and a newborn kitten.

Hydrogen bomb and coughing babies, truly.

Stacy wasn’t just stunning. She was extremely smart to boot. Her IQ had been measured at north of 148, and given her generally reserved and studious ways, she could have her pick of any course in any university on the planet – but she, of course, being smart, chose easy money before anything else, and way, waaaay before she turned 18, Stacy was already pulling tens to hundreds of millions of dollars a year on several modeling gigs and premium “naughty” online accounts, causing a stir in whatever country she chose to debut her newest brand or account.