They did alright. Better than some of the other girls. Strangely Sarah even cheered them on after Sarah and her teammate Nadine Ferguson had been eliminated. It was nice to have Karyn treating them right.
The dived and jumped. Swatting at the birdie. Karyn loved the looks as she came down hard on one foot and her ass jiggled and her breasts bounced as they slowly swelled, match by match to full CC cups.
Karyn thought about what she had done to Joanna, groping her. Every minute that went by she found herself caring less. After all, somehow she knew that’s how Joanna wanted to be treated. As they waited for the next match to start Karyn squeezed her legs together at the thought.
Jon was struggling more however. The bouncing on his chest of his AA cups without a bra, threw off his balance. His long straight hair, a warmer softer brown now than earlier that morning kept getting in her eyes.
After a particularly difficult match, after she was covered in sweat, she walked over to where Karyn was drinking for the water fountain.
She yelped, high and sharp as someone smacked her ass. A wave of embaressment but even strong arousal flooding her. She turned and it was Sarah of all people. For a moment she was concerned but then Sarah smiled.
“You’re the perfect slut aren’t you,” she said. Her voice didn’t have disdain or hatred. It was warm and even a little flirty. Joanna blushed and rushed off to get water, taking short bouncy steps that caused her AA cups to bounce sensitively against the scratchy gym shirt.
As before they could barely be seen, in the intervening minutes it had shrunk tighter, showing a swatch of smooth stomach with not an ounce of excess fat or any muscle to be seen. The shirt clutch tight to her neck, pulling itself up as it tightened further.
After she drank her fill of refrigerated water from the fountain, the heat on her face or in her gut didn’t lessen. They played on, letting points through when Joanna couldn’t tear themselves away from Karyn’s CC cups pressing into an also ever tightening gym shirt.
After the next game the shirt started to tighten even more dirascticlly. The scratchy nylon or polyester shifted into something smoother. It clung tightly to Joanna’s curves, showing off her perky AA cups as they slowly swelled in B cups territory. Their nipples pushed hard into the soft fabric, arousing Joanna herself as much as it did any of the males in the gym that looked in her direction. Perky but no less jiggly.
She had finally stopped losing height. Stopping at a relatively miniscule 5’ 5” while Karyn topped out at 5’ 10”.
Joanna had one issue though, even as he shorter arms betrayed her and she didn’t quite reach the birdie with her racket.
She shook the hair out of her eyes. “Karyn?”
“Yes, Joanna.”
“Can you tie back my hair. It’s… getting too long to play with.” Karyn came over and pulled out a scrunchy and spun Joanna around and resisted the temptation to smack her on the ass (even if that’s how she wanted to be treated). She got to work tying back Joanna’s hair back into a single ponytail but at somepoint Karyn’s mind drifted and when she blinked herself back to the present she was done but…
“Thanks,” Joanna said smiling. Her face still had some masculine features, almost like a butch girl but her perfectly white and straight teeth practically blinded her.
“But…”
“How’d you know I wanted twin pigtails?”
“Cause’ I love them,” Steve said walking over. Joanna turned, and her eyes immediately fell to the bulge between his legs.
“I didn’t get them for you,” Joanna snarked taking a step closer.
“I still like the—” Steve’s voice hitched as Joanna grabbed his member. It grew in her hand, so warm. Maybe after this class they could find a empty room and—
Steve reached out and palmed one of Joanna’s small B cups without wrapping an arm around her back.
Joanna toppled backwards and her head smacked into the floor.
The class was called early as Biff and Steve carried her away to the nurse. Karyn sprinted into the girls locker room. Past the mirror. Oblivious to any changes.
Oblivious that her sports bra was more push up than sports.
Oblivious to her perfect red lips.
Oblivious to her fine eyebrows and bright green eyes or the smattering of orange freckles on her pale perfect skin.
She didn’t notice how she threw on clothes that were distinctly different from when they had been placed in her locker or how she moved carefully to not crack her now manicured nails.
She sprinted to the nurse, her hips swaying and her CC cups straining and bouncing against their confines. She rounded a corner and ran right into Steve Farber laying him flat.
Meanwhile,
