"Ah ah ah," Rick said annoyingly as she held the wand away from Jim's sudden grab. "Naughty, naughty. I guess you must like those new tits of yours so much, you wanted to make them even bigger, huh? You should have said so." Rick's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"No--" Jim said, but is was too late. Her uniform blouse was suddenly much tighter, making it even more difficult for her to breathe as her breasts swelled again. The seams creaked in distress, until finally the blouse split open from the pressure, just as Jim's face was starting to turn blue.
She gasped for air, holding her head down. She had an excellent view as her breasts continued to grow rapidly, passing soon through the major sports equipment sizes. When they reached medicine ball size, their weight was to much for Jim, and she collapsed face-down on the bench, her breasts spilling over on either side.
"What are you doing to me??" Jim asked of Rick.
"This is something I'd always read about on the Web, and now I've got a chance to actually see it happening." Rick was staring fascinatedly at Jim's steadily expanding bosom.
A shiver went through Jim's body as her breasts touched the locker room floor and began spreading out against it. The chill made her nipples stand up, although that could not be seen since they were still pressed against the floor.
Within moments, her breasts had covered the entire width between the two ranks of lockers, and were starting to be forced upwards. The breast flesh was surprisingly firm despite its size; her breasts were still retaining their rounded shape, beginning to remind Jim of two rising loaves of bread.
Now Jim's breasts were so large that she could rest her arms on them. She tried to push herself up off the bench, but her breasts had flowed completely under the bench as well, both wrapping the wood in flesh and pinning Jim to the surface.
Less than a minute later they had swollen so large that Jim's body was actually lifted off the bench, and her weight was almost completely supported by her unbelievably huge breasts, which now formed doughy spheroids about four feet tall and completely filling the space between the lockers. Some of the locker doors had begun to dent inwards from the pressure.
This whole process had taken less than five minutes. Rick just stood there mesmerized by the expanding titflesh. If Rick had still been male, his boner would have threatened to split his pants open. As it was, Rick's nipples were painfully erect and were being absently stroked by her, and her panties (if she were wearing any) were soaked.
Oddly enough (again), nobody else seemed to notice any of this. One or two girls complained that Jim was blocking the aisle, but that was it.
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