Pool Party

Seeing Jo, an expression of barely suppressed glee on her adorable face, Kath beamed at the dark skinned beauty and almost instantaneously forgot her reservations “I just love a woman who knows what she wants!”

“I know you do,” Jo answered in her most flirty voice. Almost the same instance her chest was hit a splash of water.

Grinning in almost ecstatic delight Jo was rubbing her hands together nervously, waiting for the gun to take its miraculous effect. Her two friends watched, the six foot ten Hazel towered above Kath, gently placing her huge hands gently on the smaller brunettes’ shoulders, the both of them wearing identical grins of anticipation.
Without a warning Jo’s facial expression darkened. “You know, it occurs to me that I’m about to destroy my favourite outfit” she said, hastily plucking at the clasp of her belt.

Pointing at her own damaged wardrobe Hazel smiled “C’mon, Jo. Let us watching your fine body ripping out of your clothes! After all it is all part of the fun!” the amazon said, winking most seductively..

“No, Hazel! I won’t!” Jo replied angrily. “It is my favourite outfit! I own nothing quite as sexy!”

To call the outfit 'sexy' was the understatement of the century. Jo wore an almost skin-tight dark-red top. It was sleeveless, with a low neckline open to showcase the woman’s ample cleavage. Around her athletic midriff the fabric was almost artfully see-through.

Jo clearly valued her designer jeans even more and began to undress, hastily. Her jeans slid down her beautifully sculpted legs.

“I think I'm going to need some help, otherwise I’ll never get out of this top fast… ,” her sentence trailed off unfinished, then her face contorted in a moment of undulated pleasure. “I think you'd better hurry.”, she moaned. But it was clearly too late.

Her artful top did seem even more skin-tight than before. In fact, as Kath and Hazel watched they could clearly see it was getting tighter, as if an invisible hand were pulling it taut against Jo’s chest. The dark-skinned beauties top was gradually rising, revealing more and more of her athletic midriff.

The changes were starting to become even more obvious now. It looked as if the already tall woman was slowing pushing herself up on her tip-toes. She was already at least an inch taller, then before and now the process was beginning speed up.

“Mhhhmmm, this such an incredible turn on! It feels fantastic I...see everything getting smaller.”

Jo’s delicate face was lit by an almost orgasmic gigantic smile, all concerns about her wardrobe forgotten, as she crept toward the ceiling. Three inches taller. Four. Five. Jo was panting softly, her cheeks turning a deep red hue. Her breasts strained violently against the tight fabric of the shirt, until at last the garment couldn’t stand it any longer. The seams groaned pitifully, split, and a moment later the tattered remains of her outfit tumbled to the floor.

Gloriously naked with the exception of a way too small thong who almost heroically struggled against her growing, perfect shaped butt and already vanished between the velvet folds of her womanhood, Jo opened her eyes just in time to see herself outgrowing Hazel’s enlarged form.