The dictaphone

Swimming had been a new and fun experience for Lucy : first, boys were all checking her when she was swimming around them or leaving the pool, ogling at her impressive bust in its black bikini, her breasts touching each other naturally, and giving her a very nice cleavage. She liked to feel them bounce when she was walking, float when she was swimming, and in fact, feeling them whatever she was doing. They weren't super sensitive or whatever, but having a figure this impressive was really nice. Most girls were complaining after a certain size, but Lucy had been the biggest at school for a few moments only, and had found more pros than cons to this. She supposed that, being skinny, they were looking even more impressive on her, and liked to look down at them to check them just like if they were belonging to another girl.

After all, even Angie didn't know about her preference for girls. The pictures in her bedroom of models, officially there for their clothes, were just an excuse to have pics of sexy girls all around her bed. Some nights, one hand under her covers, she was driving herself to orgasm all alone, just thinking about those girls joining her in bed. She wanted to be one of them to approach, seduce then have them.

And now, she could. Looking down at her heavy G-cups moving slowly with each of her steps near the pool, she couldn't be happier : she know she was now looking like one of those girls looking like they were out of a wet dream with their incredible bodies. she felt her nipples hardening, visible through her bikini top, and hoped that people would just think that it was just because she was cold out of the water. And she was happy that her bikini bottom was already wet from swimming or else, people could have caught her wetting just by thinking about those girls, touching their bodies, and of course, them touching hers.

Angie talked a bit with her during the class, saying again that she wouldn't mind growing a bit larger, and telling a few things about the new reality. In it, Lucy had always been Angie's friend, but had mysteriously grown larger than the other girls, and even her own sister, until she finally beat Vanessa Barnes almost a year ago, when she finally reached the G-cup range. They were looking enormous on her, and Angie told her how she felt insecure next to a girl almost always displaying her cleavage, too proud of it to hide it. The cheerleading team, noticing how Lucy was attracting boys, had decided to recruit her - she had never been a goth to begin with in this new reality - then let her become the captain of the team, people almost always looking at her, probably because of her narrow waist looking too small, under her breasts, way too big, stretching her uniform and letting her navel be seen as her top was too short to accommodate the whole her.

When class ended, Lucy took her time to dress up, enjoying her classmates gazes as she was finding every possible excuse to keep top-less for the longest possible time, so everybody could gaze at her overdeveloped chest. Angie didn't really react, seeming used to it, but when she asked her friend to let her use the dictaphone to give herself some curves, Lucy pretended that it was time to hurry up to next class so she could keep the device for herself.

School was now a different experience to her : in the hallways, people were checking her on a regular basis, and boys - and even some girls, to Lucy's joy - were checking at her bust, some lust in their eyes, and sometimes even touching it, pretending to have tripped or moved backward without paying attention. She knew that just the feeling of her huge breasts pressing against a boy back was enough for them to be happy for the rest of the day. She also liked how, all day long, her chest was being in the way : it wasn't something bothering her, quite the opposite : she liked how it was a constant reminder of how big she was. She couldn't do anything without having to look at her own breasts, and pretty as they were, it was cool : else, she would have need excuses to gaze at them. At lunch, she excused herself so she could masturbate, touching her new body in a bathroom, and only after cumming quietly so people in the next stalls, wouldn't hear her, she went to the courtyard to eat.

A few girls waved at her, while Angie was looking like she wasn't used to eat with her in this reality. Lucy, surprised, walked to the table with the girls, all from the cheerleading squad, and sat down.

"Hi Lucy !
- Hi girls.
- Ready for our training after school ? We must be perfect for Saturday game !
- Yes I... of course - lied Lucy
- Great ! I heard the cheerleading squad from Oak Hill High is quite gifted - the girl said it with her hands in front of her C-cups, mimicking breasts way larger than hers - so we have to do our best to have the public support !
- Yeah, we're not all like our captain" said a girl next to Lucy, groping her right boob quickly, Lucy's nipples instantly growing hard from the girl's touch. But her thick bra hid it.

They all laughed, but Lucy felt something wet growing between her legs : the cheerleaders were most of the sexiest girls at school, and having one of them touching her was good. Maybe more would be even better...