A pair of the team’s warm-up pants had been left out and folded over the front bench. “Looks as good as anything, at least they match the jacket.” Dylan took another quick peek around to make sure no one was watching and grabbed the pants. Her grip clenched tighter as a sharp jolt shot up her arm. “Shit! Guess it’s not as dead as I thought.” It might have all been in her mind, but she could already feel the subtler changes starting to spread through her body. The situation and options turned through her mind. “Alright… um… Back to base.” Not wasting time to consider how her voice was already changing she took off running back towards the restroom. Her body seemed to pulse with each pound of her heart causing the change to progress.
Each bound in her stride sent her red locks flying wildly about. She could swear it felt lighter, like it was landing higher and higher up her back as she raced towards the restroom. The few chaotic glimpses she got of it seemed to be brighter than before.
Her leg cramped almost causing her to stumble and almost fall. She limped awkwardly for a minute as it quickly relaxed and stretched back out. All through the stretch she could feel the cuff of her rolled up pants rise up past her ankle up her shin. The other quickly follow suit cramping and stretching exposing her leg to the open air. She bit her lip trying not to cry out at the Charlie horses and draw attention to herself. After limping a few more paces her legs found their length and she forced them to keep moving.
Putting her stride back into balance her legs loosened up while the muscles of her torso started stretching and burning. A breeze began to circle her mid-drift as the jackets elastic hugged higher around her growing body. Her arms ached. She looked down in time to see them begin sliding away from the sleeves of the quickly shrinking jacket. By the time she crashed into the bathroom door they had settled a few inches from her cuffs. When the door flew open she caught the handle and spun slamming the door shut again with a grace she didn’t think was possible for someone whose body was changing with every step.
Locking the door she spun and slammed her back against it gasping for air. A couple frantic heart beats passed and Dylan forced herself to start taking deep slow breaths and wait for the medallion to finish with her body.
Her sagging jeans slowly began riding up her hips. She could feel them pulse and throb widening a bit with every pound of her heart. Quick pinches and pulls sparked across her body causing her muscles to firm up as each died down. She lifted the jacket and peered over her breast, something that was still getting used to having and looked over stomach. It wasn’t much but she could tell whoever she was becoming spent a bit more time in the gym than the red head did.
Still trying to catch her breath her chest felt constricted. Watching closely she could see why. Each heave for air left her breast just a little bit fuller than the moment before.
Her nipples hardened again as her swelling breast filled the now too small jacket. Arousal crept back into her mind and new body while they pressed tighter and tighter against the liner, tickling the erect little tents. The once perfect B cups had risen well into a D and forced open the zipper before settling proudly into place straining the jacket.
Utterly transfixed Dylan forced herself to press her hands against the door. She closed her eyes and held her breath checking to see if the transformation was done. Satisfied she was finished she released her breath and stood form the door a little shaky on her feet from her new measurements. Without missing a beat she hurried round the corner to check the mirror. There were only a handful of girls in the school who fit her body and she was dying to find out which one she was.