Thinking about Wendy in the shower, while looking at Brittany chatting with the others, Dave wondered if both would be friends if they were both the same size. Would it stop the war between them ?
He was surprised this time when light erupted suddenly from the wand, but again, nobody saw anything : everybody was still busy chatting, Wendy's bra still displayed on the table. Instantly, it becan to grow, the strange sound of the fabric taking more and more space echoing in the air. Dave looked around, his friends laughing about something he hadn't heard, and then looked back at the wand. Damn, I must be cautious with this, looks like it's easily triggered. But while he was thinking about a way to shrink back Wendy to her previous D-cup, Dave saw that the bra on the table was changing : instead of a classic blue garment, it was turning black... and the cups were taking a different form. It was now a push-up... but why ? Dave wished the conversation to go back to the Wendy-topic.
"She's as big as you, Brit, said Jackie, but you know her... "the bigger, the better" : look at her bra : she tries to look bigger than you at every occasion ! God, why didn't you choose me ? I would have been really happy with such a set..."
The bigger, the better, thought Dave now really aroused, Did being bigger really changed her so much ?
Then I wish she was even bigger !, said Dave's arousal before his brain could try anything.
"I don't like the way she looks down at us", said Rachel this time, while on the table, the bra was growing again, new wires appearing here and there to support the increased mass of Wendy's boobs. It was now a spectacular thing. "Just because she's bigger... she thinks that she can do anything. The boys obey her at school, sure, but she knows why : they only hope to have an opportunity to grope her ! At least, when Brit's around, all the eyes are not on her..."
Not yet, thought Dave, or at least a part of him, too curious, aroused and full of power to stop there the experiment. Bigger !
This time, the cups of the bra grew so much that Brandon had to move his feet from the table, and all the stares were on it. Stares of envy.
"That is the culprit", Jackie said again, after Dave had made the conversation go back in time. "Wendy is as full of herself as this bra is of her. Even Brit can't compete with her... so us... Jackie looked at her own breasts, while Rachel sighed. And she said that she wasn't sure being done growing."
Growing. Again. More. A lot.
This time, Dave was so concentrated on the girl in the shower who was growing again and again without knowing it that he wished unconsciously for a growth a lot bigger than before. There was a loud sound just after the flash of the wand, as the bra at least doubled in size, then again, taking more and more space on the table. More wires, more straps, it was changing into something made to support things bigger than footballs, and a lot heavier. And the looks around the table were changing too : from sad, they went to horrified. Not because of the changes, no, except Dave, they were oblivious to that: just because they had in front of them something impossibly huge.
"I can't understand how she grew so big..." Jackie had her head in her hands, her gaze full of despair. "Now, nobody can tell her anything : she only has to flaunt her monsters to have anybody doing whatever she wants. My parents said that, when we were kids, people sometime thought that we were siblings. But now ? When they saw us, the only thing they can think off is "Look, on of them stole the boobs of the other, and then some !". So yes : that's why she looks down at us. She's too proud of her endowments to feel anything but superior to us. And i'm not sure about blaming her for that..."
Dave looked at the bra, now big enough to occupy entirely the small table in the middle of them. And above him, he was still hearing the shower, with inside, a now really, really busty teen.
"Don't worry", said Jackie trying to lighten the mood of the group. "She won't bother us for a while : she needs a lot of time to be able to wash each of her mighty balloons !"
But Dave couldn't think about anything else now...
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