Thinking of the ribbing I took from my coworkers when I struggled to move heavy boxes I wished I was ripped. For a horrible moment I had visions of being torn apart, but it was just the seams of my shirt splitting loudly as my body expanded with muscles. My jeans were awfully tight as well, and when I flexed I heard a crackling as threads broke in those seams as well. I was about to wish my clothes to fit & be repaired when I heard a shout and a screeching of brakes in the road behind me.
I turned around to see the girl I'd changed standing face to hood with a pickup. The driver leaned out his window and started yelling at her but she ignored him and continued trotting across the road straight toward me! As she jumped over the curb her boobs bounced and swayed wildly. Without a bra her top wasn't doing much to constrain them. I saw her skirt was slit up the sides as well. The girl winced and pulled an arm across her chest to hold her breasts still as she finished jogging up to me.
"Hey! It's happening to you too isn't it?" She panted for a moment catching her breath and pointed at the tatters of my shirt sleeves. "I saw you bulk up from across the street!" She pulled her hair back into a ponytail with both hands then pointed at her chest. "Did you see what happened to me?"