Stacy's breasts... rolled. Skin swelled from the top of her princess dress, the once saggy chest of the dress now overfull. The skin that protruded from the top however was just as blotchy and unattractive as it had always been, even speckled with acne. And they felt enormous. She had asked for them and wanted them but now she wondered if she had gone a little overboard. Where such breasts really necessary to be popular? Maybe they just look this big on my smaller body, she thought, hoped. Her mind was pulled away from her own body by the gasp from Gwen across from her.
Gwen stood still, hand splayed out in front of her. At first Stacy saw nothing but soon the dark discoloration at the tips Gwen's fingers became obvious. Stacy looked more closely. The fingernails themselves seemed to be growing, thickening. THey were nearly pitch black by now and stuck out almost an inch from the tip of her finger. The began to curl. The black nails bent, twisting back toward Gwen's palm and the light of the stage seemed to glint of the shiny surface. Stacy shivered. The nails looked sharp. Really sharp, like over-sized dark cats claws. Wonderful, Stacy thought, thats all a bitch like Gwen needed, something that she could cause real harm with.
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Kevin laughed, his voice booming out of his now enormous chest. He now looked and felt like a true Egyptian price. No, an Egyptian god! He laughed again at the little dinky claws Gwen had been given. He turned back to Bryan. He was eager to change the boy now. He had no idea his own changes would be like this! He wanted to change all of the little brat now and get his own change. He didn't dare try and break a rule however and flipped a change spell at the boy, again without asking what Bryan wanted. He had said something about being taller or something right? Or was it his weight? Oh well. Kevin didn't even watch his spell take on the boy.
Bryan Dumple began to swell, much like he had watched Kevin do a few minutes ago, but no where near to the same extent. His legs soon stuck out from the bottoms of his pants, his feet pressing hard into the tips of his sneakers. He pulled them off quickly. His arms stretched out from his broadening shoulders, his shirt ripping up one seam. A button flew and soon after one suspender snapped, flipping upward and almost taking out an eye. When he stopped growing he looked around. Judging by Stacy and Gwen he had to be over six feet. He wasn't sure why but he suddenly felt certain he had become exactly the same hight Kevin had been. He looked down at his body. His fat still bulged outward, even more noticeable under his now stretched taut clothing. His round belly stuck out white and pale from a shirt that looked like a dolls shirt on him. His little moobs were pressed into the top of the shirt and looked like small breasts. Bryan's face reddened.