Angela felt her foot step down on the metal shaft of her lacrosse stick. Instantly, she began to moan in pleasure as she felt growth coming from her chest once again.
"Jon, whatever you're doing, stop this, my bra is going to burst!" she said, in some pain due to her now much too small sports bra.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Jon said, and as soon as the words exited his mouth, Angela looked down and watched as her sports bra began to thin out, and slowly change into a very tiny bikini top, the small triangles of fabric now barely hiding her larger, and excited nipples.
"What are you doing to me? What's making this happen?" she asked him.
"Clearly Angela, you're changing into a new person, and by the looks of things, you're also enjoying this immensely but you don't want to admit it. So here you have two options. You could pick up your lacrosse stick, and just hold onto it as the changes overwhelm you and submit to the destiny that I have chosen for you, or, you can stop here, but know that I can always come back and do whatever I want to you." Jon said.
Angela looked down with some shame on her face. She was considering her next move. Eventually, after a long time of silence, she decided to...
