Jim reluctantly donned the cheerleader blouse. She and Rick continued to covertly watch the other girls changing. Jim found herself comparing her bustline to that of the others.
"You know, even though you made me bigger in the chest than you, at least you didn't give me a chest like hers," Jim said, nodding at one generously-endowed girl who was also putting on a cheerleader's uniform. "I'd hate to try to fit those into this blouse."
"Oh really?" Rick said. She reached into the locker and touched the wand, which she had put there while changing.
"Yeah," Jim replied, doing up the fastenings on her blouse. Just then she felt a pressure in her chest. Beneath her hands she felt her breasts swelling. Her blouse was feeling tighter by the moment. Her words of a moment before were coming true, as she was finding it rather difficult to close the last fastenings with her breasts struggling for their freedom as they slowly grew larger.
Finally, they stopped swelling. Jim managed to get her top in order, although the seams were creaking from the strain. Her breasts were now twice the size they had been, a few more inches than the girl she had been comparing herself to.
She turned to Rick, who was finished dressing. "Very funny. Did you do that just to piss me off?"
"Well, if you're going to be a cheerleader, you should at least have the biggest tits on the field."
"What about you -- I notice you didn't make yours any larger."
"I'm fine the way I am. So, what now?"
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