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Hey, remember the volleyball team from Monday?

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At the gymnasium, the players on another school sports team were experiencing their own problems. Coach Summers stood on the home side of the volleyball court, nervously looking back and forth between the Lions, ready to play on their side of the court, and the locker room doors on her side, which so far none of her players had come out of. Game time was in less than 10 minutes, and she'd already had to reassure the officials more than once. No, they weren't going to forfeit. No, none of her players were sick or injured, to her knowledge. No, she didn't know why they were taking so long to get changed. She'd had their customary pep talk in the locker room almost thirty minutes ago, and all the girls had seemed anxious, but she had thought it was just pre-game jitters. After all, the Lions were tough opponents. Now she was getting suspicious and wondering if they were hiding something. On reflection, she realized that all the girls had been sitting down, almost hunching over. It was a little unusual for none of them to be at their lockers, or indeed standing at all. Finally, with less than 5 minutes until the game, her frustration reached a boiling point and she stormed toward the door, deciding she would push her team out onto the court and demand a full explanation of their behavior at the half. She was already speaking at full volume before she even had the door all the way open.

“All right, ladies, break's over. I want to see you in uniform and out on the court in precisely fifteen seconds, or there'll be hell...to...” She trailed off, dumbstruck at the sight that greeted her.

Her players were indeed in uniform, if one wished to call it that. Summers had the passing thought that if the stereotype about female coaches had applied to her, she'd be in heaven. The women in the locker room looked less like a high school varsity volleyball team and more like a male fantasy hookers squadron. Every single one of them appeared to be wearing a miniature halter top version of their usual tops. Large round breasts were squeezed together, bulging out of the tops and sides of the too-tight shirts. She didn't see any player who looked to be sporting less than D-cups, including Zara, who hadn't usually even worn a bra before. Not that any of them were now, she realized in shock. She almost mistook the shorts for body paint, as the garments were hugging their curves skin-tight. Some of them seemed to be torn partway up the seams; others were unzipped, yet were still incredibly tight. The bottoms of the shorts were barely keeping some of the girls decent. On some of the taller ones, they weren't even doing that. Wait a second...taller ones? Belatedly, the coach registered a fact that their appearance had temporarily stunned her out of picking up. Every player in the room was taller than her. In fact, judging from her own height, they all had to be nearly seven feet tall. Summers turned to address Gabrielle, seeing as she did that the team captain was even taller than the other girls and was also less covered. Her shirt was stretched far out in front of her, showing obvious signs of strain, and her shorts were splitting up both sides and looked more like a pair of boy briefs. Her dark, curly hair even looked longer and thicker than it had yesterday. After several false starts, the flabbergasted coach finally managed to speak.

“What's going on here?” she demanded of the captain. “If this is some kind of elaborate prank, you girls are in a lot of trouble.” She was aware of how stupid that sounded even as she said it, but the situation before her was unreal.

The dark-skinned amazon wouldn't meet her eyes. She was quiet for a few moments, then said, “No, coach, no joke. This is really us.”

“What the hell happened to you? Yesterday you were all normal and now...now...” she struggled to find the words, and gave up. “...now whatever this is!”

Gabrielle winced at the sharp note of anger in the coach's voice. “We don't know. This just kinda...happened to us, yesterday after practice. We noticed something weird after we hit the showers, but we didn't really pick up on it until we got home and found out we were all suddenly the tallest people in our families.”

“My brother couldn't pick on me for being shorter than him. He hated it,” chimed in Susan with a grin. She bent over the water fountain in the corner and took a few sips, still managing the grin.

Gabrielle cleared her throat pointedly. “As I was saying. None of us can think of anything that might have caused this. It came out of nowhere, either during our showers or immediately before or after.”

“Why did you even come to the game? There's no way they'll let you play. Even ignoring the fact that you're all practically busting out of your uniforms, nobody in their right mind will believe this isn't some kind of trick. They'll think I'm trying to pass off WNBA players as my team, or that you're on some new kind of steroids, or—” Summers broke off suddenly and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Is that what this is? Are you girls taking some kind of performance enhancers?”

Gabrielle couldn't have looked more stunned if she'd just been slapped. “Coach! No! You know us better than that! We would never do that. And you know I couldn't lie to you about it. Besides, what steroid have you ever heard of that makes people taller, or does THIS?” She gestured at her increased bustline. “As far as why we showed up, well... Think for a second. Would you have believed any of us if we called and told you what happened? We had to come so you'd see it for yourself.”

The coach started to reply, heistated, thought about it, and had to admit her captain had a point. “Well, like I said, they won't let you play now. Even if they would, I don't—”

She was cut off by Susan's sudden cry of “Oh, no, not again!” Everyone's attention instantly focused on her just in time to see her begin to grow. Her head rose up, moving closer to the ceiling, even as her strawberry-blond hair lengthened down her back. Her already-large breasts swelled further, causing her strained top to stretch even further. It lasted for several seconds before the overburdened shoulder straps snapped, causing the top of the garment to fall down and reveal her still-growing boobs. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. As she did, the button on her shorts shot off, bouncing off the far wall. The zipper tore immediately afterward, followed by the seams giving out. The ruined shorts fell off, leaving her wearing only a pair of panties that were rapidly reaching their breaking point. “Ow!” she cried as her head hit the room's ten-foot ceiling. She bent her head forward, realizing that if her growth kept up she might have to sit down to fit in the room. A sudden loud snap accompanied the elastic waist of her panties breaking, just before her growth stopped, leaving her twelve feet tall and nude. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a few towels from a nearby rack and held them over her body, covering up as best she could. Her face turned red as she looked around at everyone else in the room. “Sorry...” she said sheepishly.

“Well. That was...um...unexpected,” Summers said when she was able to speak. “Um...where was I...Oh, right. Even if they would let you play, I don't think it would be a good idea.”

“Why?” Alyssa piped up. “We could kick the Lions' asses being this tall! Especially Susan!” The bigger girl in the corner glared daggers at her. “What? What'd I say?”

“While I admire your enthusiasm, Alyssa, I'm going to have to insist that you girls all go see a doctor as soon as possible. I can't in good conscience allow you to play like this. You have no idea what happened to you, or why, and for all any of us knows there could be some adverse effects on your health. What just happened proves that it could happen again to any of you, at any time. Plus half of you would be arrested for indecent exposure.” She paused for a moment. “Although, you're probably right, I don't think the Lions would know what hit 'em.” She smiled as she briefly entertained a very enjoyable mental picture of the looks on their opponents' faces before continuing. “Anyway. You heard me, girls. You're all going on the injured list until I get medical releases. And we'll have to get you some new uniforms that fit,” she added with a meaningful glance toward Susan. “I'll go out there and announce our forfeit.”

A chorus of complaints trailed her out of the room as she returned to the gym and proceeded to the officials. She had a momentary flashback to yesterday afternoon and remembered her idle wish for a team of amazons. Why didn't I just wish for a million dollars?