The dictaphone

"Finally! I'm sick and tired of being pushed around by tall, strong bitches like Vanessa Barnes!", Angie whispered excitedly.

Without a second thought she raised the dictaphone and hushed her wish, unable to wait any longer, unwilling to be disturbed by any of the other girls in the locker room. A bit ashamed, because she knew that a loudly spoken remark from anyone around her could became true now.

"I want to be the strongest girl - wait, wait- the strongest human being, with a body that dwarfs even Vanessa Barnes! I want to change right here and now!"

Lucy grinned: "Good luck with that, Angie! You're really weird today!"

The dictaphone started its miraculous work immediately. A warm, tingling sensation spread through Angie's body, filling every fibre of her body. Unknowingly moaning, Angie felt her one-piece swimsuit getting tighter every second.
Lucy gasped in shock, but Angie just let her watch. It didn't take more than five seconds, for everyone in the room to notice the start of Angie’s growth spurt, as her whole body slowly expanded like soft, rising dough. Already tight clothes became just a bit tighter, while her arms gained just the slightest hint of muscle tone and even a barely noticeable lengthening of Angie’s legs – all at the same time. Obviously the dictaphone took ‘dwarfing Barnes’ literally - Angie guessed, because what happened to her bosom was pretty hard to ignore. Where she before had sported a just-beginning-to-develop- little pair of clementines, she was suddenly packing a full set of oranges. The taught fabric was gradually pulled away from her ribs. Flesh pushed out from all directions, cleavage rose, the fabric stretched what it could, the seams strained more than they should, and the straps around her slowly broadening shoulders quivered from the mounting tension.
It kept going. Angie was still getting bigger and, stronger by the second. What little fat she had in her once fragile body was slowly turning to rock-hard muscle. Not quite the 'body builder' look yet, but she was getting pretty buff for a woman. The tingling intensified, again Angie started to moan. All the while everything, absolutely everything in the room seemed to be steadily becoming smaller.
Bought for a significantly smaller person, the fabric of her swimsuit started to cling to Angie’s newly acquired curves like a second skin, and also making the garment semi-transparent. Lucy had a breath-taking view of her friends entire upper body. Through the overstretched cloth she could see the shape of Angie’s perfectly-shaped bust and the bulging, hard ridges and lines of her recently acquired six pack. Inadvertent Lucy was still staring at Angie’s succulent breasts, when they started another proportional growth-spurt in addition to Angie’s ongoing growth. Second by second Angie’s boobs were swelling up, peeling the synthetic fabric away from her skin as they grew. Angie couldn’t even begin to describe how good this felt. All the while Angie could feel herself becoming stronger. Every muscle of her once frail body bulged, covering her in a sexy layer of muscle. Starring at herself in the mirror on the far side, she happily realized she had the looks of a very tall, athletic and elegant fitness model. Despite the increasing mass of her muscles it was more like a new layer of beauty to her already stunning appearance. Her fine facial features radiated even more, underlined by her impossibly stunning body.
There was a loud, ripping sound, all girls in the locker-room saw Angie’s new body in all its naked glory. The seams of her swimsuit had ripped, no longer able to contain the relentlessly growing body within. They starred at the largest, most perfectly shaped breasts they had ever seen. Each the size of a large medicine ball, they crowned incredibly powerful pecs. Soft waves of long cascading hair covered Angie’s broad and massive shoulders. Her biceps was larger than most people’s thighs, her even proportionally long legs were broader than tree trunks and flowed into a perfectly, trained butt and an surprisingly narrow waist, at least compared to the rest of her massive V-shaped torso. Lucy marvelled at the hard ridges of Angie’s eight-pack. Frail little Angie was gone; in front of them was an amazon goddess, a female titan. Slowly Angie’s growth abated. She wasn’t able to see the surprised looks on her friend’s faces- in fact she wasn’t able to see the most of them at all. Her staggering height of nine feet and the succulent orbs radiating from her chest obscured the view directly in front of her.