The dictaphone

Lucy knew what to do : the coach would never allow such a device in sport class so... she pushed the record button.

"I don't have to swim today, but I'm allowed to watch class. And the coach won't pay attention to the dictaphone."

She pressed stop and left the locker-room, the voice recorder in her hand. A soon as she did, she saw the rest of the class, the girls waiting and the boys exiting their own locker-room. Angie was next to the coach, looking anxiously at Lucy.

"Hey, Lucy !" said the coach the instant he saw her "You have your swimsuit ? All right, but today you know that you don't swim. Just sit on a bench and watch."

Angie looked at the coach and back at Lucy ; she made a "What ?" just with her lips in Lucy's direction, but her goth friend just answered in the same way, not making a single sound, but mouthing "Got you back !" before winking happily. Then, she sat on a bench, and waited for the class to begin. She didn't have to wait long, as the coach quickly asked for everyone to do some warms up before diving in the water. Lucy watched her friend in the middle of her classmates doing some stretching, but the coach, as usual, quickly went to annoy her. "Hey nerdy ! Is that the best you can do ? This is sport class, not sleep time, come on !" the man yelled at her until suddenly, Angie felt strange like... soft ? No, supple ! Instantly, she could move like she never did, and the coach seemed to grumble a bit before leaving to yell at some boy speaking with his friend. Looking up while doing a perfect split with her legs in an instant, Angie saw Lucy smiling at her, and displaying the dictaphone in her hand. That is what I call a friend ! thought Angie, while finishing warming up like some professional swimmer.

Then, the coach asked everyone to form a circle, as he was explaining what he was expecting for the next hour. And as usual, after letting everyone enter the water and try to do what he wanted to for 10 minutes or so, he asked everyone to get out of the pool to form the circle again. The guy liked to do this, as all the students were wet, cold and shaking while he was speaking, all waiting for him to let them go back in the water. It was an opportunity for him to have young boys and girls almost begging at him, as he was torturing them a bit. As usual, he yelled (of course) at random people here and there, except Liz. For Liz, he was always saying things like "At least, Liz tried her best !" but everybody knew that it was just because he didn't want the busty girl to dislike him. Most of the time, he even allowed the girl to return in the water first for some reason just to be kind and to have her thank him. But this time, when he said "Liz did her best, just not like the rest of you !", Angie turned to Lucy and tried to mimic the coach's face, mouthing "Liz here, Liz there !" but usually, Lucy was next to her... so it wasn't as discreet as usual, and the coach saw her.

"A problem, Angie ? Don't you think Liz did her best ? Are you looking down at some of your friend and disrespecting me at the same time ? Do you think you're better than Liz here ?
- No sir ! Sorry sir !"

When the man turned back his head, Angie looked back at Lucy, and saw her friend finishing recording something in the dictaphone, and then grinning at her. Angie wondered what she had just done, but knew when she heard a sparkling sound... and felt a tingling in her chest. Tell me you didn't do that ! Thought Angie before looking down at her bust... and feeling her grey, one-piece, wet swimsuit moving. Small breasts were appearing on her formerly flat chest, and slowly enlarging as the coach was still speaking about what he was expecting from the class, and everybody had now some goose-flesh from waiting in the cold air. Angie saw her swimsuit slowly growing forward, as her breasts were slowly taking more and more space in, and she was now up to a B-cup, like most of her friends. Sure she liked that in a way but... she was also afraid of what Lucy had exactly recorded to provide this growth. She was furiously blushing when, her breasts slowly growing into C-cups, her swimsuit had moved enough from her body to display some pretty cleavage. Right now, her other problem was that the growth sensation was quite arousing, and that her growing nipples were now easily visible through her wet swimsuit. Looking at the visible part of her breasts in her swimsuit, and unable to touch them in front of the class, she realized soon that she was now as big as Liz was : a D-cup. And right there... the growth stopped. Angie tried to keep her hands in her back without panicking when she saw two boys ogling at her, then pretending to look elsewhere when she crossed their gazes.

Looking back at Lucy, she saw the girl laughing quietly, almost not believing what she had done. Angie tried to talk to her, again, without vocalizing anything, just moving her lips :

"Lucy !
- What ?
- I'm... - she made a small move with her hands, trying to say that it was too much, but she opened her eyes wide when Lucy, giggling, answered in the same way
- More ? - she made a small, interrogative move with her head
- No ! Lucy, No ! - she was almost whispering, trying to stop her friend
- Okay !"

Angie saw her friend approaching the dictaphone from her lips, and had to stop looking when the coach approached her

"Talking with your friend Angie ? What I'm saying isn't important, maybe ?
- No sir... uh, yes sir I... it's... sorry sir !"

The coach was still looking right at her, and she couldn't move when she heard the sparkling sound again. She blushed even more, knowing that the coach could see what she was feeling : she was growing again ! Lucy I swear I'll kill you ! she thought, while feeling again her swimsuit moving away from her body as it was trying to contain more and more flesh. Must look like one of those petite, busty girls she thought while the sport teacher finally looked away. Looking down, she saw her swimsuit seriously stretched, as she was now in the upper part of the DD-cup range. She was the biggest girl of the class now ! Almost as big as... Vanessa Barnes ! She thought when she saw her still growing bust attaining new proportions ; and she wasn't that firm.. her breasts were now dangling a little, dragging along her swimsuit with them and displaying more and more cleavage. Angie, her face completely red, finally crossed her arms in front of her chest when she noticed boys and girls looking directly at her growing breasts, but she couldn't hide them : the compression only made them look even bigger. A part of Angie she didn't admit to exist was liking this... but the other was agape when, outgrowing even the school's queen, she entered into the G-cup range and stopped there. Every move she made was now making her breasts jiggle, and right now, the only thing she wanted was some support for them.

"Okay Angie, you can go back to the pool.- suddenly said the coach, turning at her, smiling.
- What ?
- You did a nice job earlier in the pool. Go on ! Now, for the rest of you, lazy students, I have to..."

Angie couldn't believe it : she was now the coach's favorite ! Just because of... damn, pig ! but she didn't wait there : she quickly ran back to the water and happily went in, feeling a strange new sensation as her breasts suddenly began much lighter, almost floating. Wow. Easier that way ! But now... Angie quickly swam next to Lucy's bench, the girl laughing so much that she had tears on her cheeks.

"Lucy ! - whispered Angie, hoping that the coach wouldn't hear her
- Hooo Angie ! Look at you ! Now, the coach won't bother you at all ! And I must admit myself that you're looking pretty nice with this body...
- Lucy, this isn't a toy !
- Come on, look at the benefits of what I did ! Now you're supple like a professional gymnast, and the bustiest girl at school ! Sexy and popular... I told you I had your back !
- My back is hurting like hell, Lucy !
- You want me to turn you back into "Angie the plank" ?
- I... uh... well, I'll keep them for now, but later you'll have to shrink me !
- Sure, sure - she wiped a tear - still, want help for your back ?
- Yes, please !
- Then... she approached the dictaphone - you have the right kind of support, perfectly fitting your body"

Instantly, Angie felt her swimsuit becoming stronger, tightening more over her huge breasts "Thanks Lucy" she said, feeling the fabric changing and her breasts slowly being more restricted. But suddenly, she felt a strange, cold sensation on her stomach : looking down, she saw a part of her swimsuit disintegrating : it was turning into a two pieces !

"Lucy, look !
- Believe me : I'm watching Angie.
- Why is it happening ?
- Do you know a better support than a real bra with some solid wires ? A bikini will provide much more support I guess... and perfectly fit you body, sexy girl !
- Ho, dear !"

Angie grinned, seeing more and more of her body being displayed as less and less of her skin was being covered. The wires on her shoulders enlarged and became more solid, and the bottom of her swimsuit shrank until her body was now well supported, sure, but also displayed like never before in a brand new grey bikini.

"Lucy..." she said between her teeth.