[qzar9999]

Sorry for the delay, folks. Got caught up writing a quick SW story. ^_^

On to the next part. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your Wolf Lake High Varsity Swim Team!

* * * * *

Jenna Fischer stood outside the locker room, waiting on the womens' swim team to finish changing into their swimsuits. Today was one of their unofficial practices, and she was already suited up and eager to get her team into the water. There was a state meet next month, and Coach Summers had permitted Jenna, as team captain, to schedule two voluntary practices a week in addition to the mandatory Wednesday and Saturday practices that the athletic department scheduled. Not all the girls showed up for the voluntary ones, but she usually got a decent turnout. Sometimes the coach showed up to help her run them, but today she was preparing for the volleyball game later. Jenna watched as today's participants—Catalina Mendes, Monique Smalls, Karen Carr, and Julie Yu—filed out of the locker room in the school's official blue-and-white one-piece team swimsuits, complete with matching swim caps and blue goggles with white rims.

“Afternoon, ladies,” she said with a smile. “I thought we would start with a few quick speed laps to warm up. Sound good?” At the chorus of agreement, she directed them to get in their starting positions. She stood ready in her lane, poised to dive into the pool, with her hand on the wristband that held her special waterproof stopwatch. “On my mark. Ready...mark!” As she called this, she tapped the start button on her timer and threw herself headfirst into the pool. Jenna pushed herself hard; she was hoping to beat her personal best either this week or sometime before the meet. As she flew across the pool, flipped off of the opposite wall, and started furiously swimming back, she saw brief glimpses of the other girls moving fast as well. She was one of the fastest on her team. The other girls got lucky sometimes, and Jenna had a bad day sometimes, but the only girl who could beat her with any consistency was Julie. She risked a quick glance while her head was turned that way and sure enough, the petite Asian girl was slightly ahead of her. Julie's lithe, streamlined build and small size were definite assets and made her the unquestionable choice in any individual events. She probably could have been the captain, but she preferred to be Jenna's co-captain.

Jenna tagged the wall less than two seconds after Julie and climbed out immediately. The other three girls finished seconds later, first Karen, then Monique, then Catalina (who, while still speedy, was slightly more generously proportioned than her teammates and so had a little more drag to overcome). Jenna tapped the button on her stopwatch and called out the time. “Okay. Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially not for the first one today. But I know we can do even better. Get in your starting positions.” She reset the watch and assumed her position. “Ready...mark!” She again started the watch as she dove in and stroked furiously. She reached the far side and tapped the wall, but when she flipped herself around, she felt...different, somehow. Her body sense was telling her something was slightly off. Also, on the way back, she seemed to be feeling more resistance than she was used to, and her motions felt increasingly awkward.

When she finally touched the wall and got out, she was startled to see that not only had she beaten Julie back by almost a second, but that Catalina had beaten both of them. She looked just as surprised as Jenna felt. Once they were all out, she stopped the watch and saw that this time they'd come in about five seconds slower than their previous time. Very unusual, since they typically improved slightly on the second run. Annoyed, Jenna announced their new time and saw expressions of unpleasant surprise on her teammates' faces. “All right, ladies, let's get it in gear! We won't win any meets if we start slowing down! Positions!” She again reset the watch and readied herself. She was mildly disconcerted to find that even the ready position felt unfamiliar, but she shrugged it off and tried to focus. “Ready...mark!”

This crossing was even worse. Jenna felt even more resistance than last time, and every stroke seemed to increase the drag even more. All her strokes felt strange, as if her limbs weren't moving correctly. She misjudged the position of the far wall and slammed her hand painfully against it. Her turnaround was slow and cumbersome, and on the return trip she started to feel as if her swimsuit and cap were squeezing her, which made no sense—like most swim wear, the material was stretchy. When she returned to the starting end of the pool, her feet touched the bottom sooner than she'd thought, and she slipped and nearly fell backward before recovering. This time she was the first one back, and when the other girls came in and she stopped the timer, she was stunned and dismayed to see that they'd lost almost ten seconds from their prior attempt; in terms of winning a swimming competition, ten seconds might as well be forever. She felt the beginnings of what was likely to be a massive headache. “What the hell, girls? What's wrong with this picture?”

“I don't know,” said an obviously distressed Julie. “I feel really...weird. Awkward. My timing is off, my strokes are off, and I feel like my suit is pinching me.” She tugged at the shoulder straps and winced.

“You too?” said Catalina. “I feel like mine's compressing my chest.”

Karen smiled slyly. “You oughta be used to it, with those two flotation devices you carry around in front of you.”

“It's not my fault you have nothing to show off,” retorted Catalina. “It's not like mine are THAT big.” However, as she fidgeted with the chest of her suit, she had second thoughts. The suit was making them look bigger than they were. She removed her goggles from her face and gently rubbed her eyes, wondering if she needed to adjust her contacts.

Jenna felt her headache getting worse. She was about to bring the conversation back on track when the usually quiet Monique spoke up. “I don't know about you girls, but my goggles are absolutely killing me. Jen, I need a break for a few minutes. I've got to get these things off.” So saying, she tried to remove them, but seemed to have trouble. She grimaced as she pulled harder on them, trying to get enough slack to get them over her head—and the elastic strap snapped and whipped around, stinging her hand as she dropped them. “Ouch! Shit! Great, now I need a new set,” she scowled.

“Now that you mention it, mine too,” said Julie. “And I think my cap is too tight.” She pulled her goggles off (she had better luck than Monique) and removed her cap, causing her black hair to tumble free.

“Jules...did you get your hair done or something? It looks different,” said Karen, taking off her goggles as well.

“No. It's the same as it was at last week's practice.” Julie again tugged at her suit's shoulder straps, then looked down at herself in confusion.

Jenna noticed what Karen meant—Julie's hair looked more voluminous and quite a bit longer than usual. She quickly pushed the thought aside, though, as her headache was rapidly intensifying. She realized that it was centered around her eyes; she must be having the same problem with her goggles. She tried to pull them off, but they broke in half at the bridge of her nose. She stared at the shattered plastic in her hand in confusion. She felt much better almost instantaneously, but still had a slight headache. She then realized her swim cap was tightening on her, putting steadily increasing pressure on the top of her head. Suddenly, it popped off, comically flying off her scalp. Her hair fell free and hit her in the back, and she could tell that it was longer, much like Julie's. She had a thought. “Hey, Karen, Monique, Catalina—take off your swim caps.” When they did, she could see that the same thing had happened to the other three girls. Also, Monique's carefully woven braid had come undone, and Karen's curly perm had straightened out. What's happening here? From the looks on her teammates' faces, she knew they were thinking the same thing. Before she could take this train of thought further, Catalina derailed it.

“Damn! This suit is too damn tight. It's getting hard to breathe in here!” Jenna turned to look at Catalina trying to stretch out the chest of her suit and her eyes nearly popped out. Catalina had always had the largest breasts out of the girls on the team. They weren't huge, probably only a 34 C at most, but noticeably larger than the other girls. She was teased about it constantly since, despite any other benefits, endowments like that were a liability in a sport where the competitors wanted the least amount of resistance. Now, however, it was obvious to even casual observation that she'd grown. Her boobs were pushing out the suit's front much more than they had earlier today, so much so that she looked like she ought to be running in slow-motion on a certain TV show. Quite a bit of flesh was poking out of the top and sides of the chest of her swimsuit, and a significant amount of cleavage was on display.

Jenna turned to her co-captain and started to say “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” but her words caught in her throat. The same thing was happening to Julie. Catalina's growth was noticeable, of course, but it was much more apparent on the formerly petite Asian girl. Julie had been an A-cup ever since Jenna had known her, so the obvious pair of breasts pressing against her suit was startling. Julie was looking down at herself in amazement. She raised her gaze to meet Jenna's, and the team captain had another jarring realization: Julie, who was four inches shorter, was looking her in the eye. Jenna tried to make sense of this, but heard a sudden snap in her left ear. Glancing down, she saw the broken left strap of her swimsuit dangling down in front of her chest—and now she saw that she was also experiencing unexplained growth. Her breasts were definitely larger. Also, the strap breaking made her realize just how much tighter her suit felt than it should have. It seemed to be compressing her all over; she felt like she was inside a tube of toothpaste. The squeezing sensation kept getting more and more intense as she watched her tits continue to swell. Tearing her gaze away from the impossible sight, she looked at Monique and Karen and saw they shared the same predicament. In fact, one of Monique's straps had already broken, and that side of her suit had flopped down, exposing the brown skin of one enlarging breast. Monique had covered it with her hand in embarrassment, but it was already more than a handful and spilling over the sides.

“Shit! Nobody move! I lost my contacts!” shouted Catalina. Forgetting her situation for a moment, she dropped to all fours to look on the floor. Instantly a loud tearing sound was heard, followed by a startled cry from the frantic girl, who quickly stood back up, holding a hand over her groin as her face reddened. Julie noticed with some surprise that the crotch of Catalina's suit had split when she had dropped down. The bottomless girl was looking around at her teammates, turning a deep shade of crimson. However, after a few moments, her embarrassed look was replaced by one of amazement. “I...I can see. I can see! Even better than I could with my contacts! Wow!” She briefly forgot her nudity and unthinkingly relaxed her arm, but quickly snapped back to reality. “Wow,” she said again. “What the hell's happening to me? To us?” She looked at Jenna, who thought that she, like Julie, looked inexplicably taller.

“I wish I knew,” said Jenna. She shrugged, and felt her other shoulder strap pop. “At least it's happening to all of us...”

“What good is that?” snapped Karen, holding one arm against the front of her suit. Her broken straps dangled over her arm, and her engorging breasts were rising out of the top of her swimsuit. “I mean, what, are we supposed to start a support group? This is weird!”

“All I'm saying is, at least it's not just happening to one of us. Wouldn't you feel a bit freakish if your boobs just suddenly got bigger while the rest of us just stood here and stared?”

“News flash, Jen: I feel kinda freakish anyway! The fact that it's happening to you guys just makes me think we're ALL freaks!” Karen yelled.

Jenna started to spit out an angry retort, but Julie cut her off. “Um, Jen, I don't think it's just our boobs. I mean, is it me, or are we getting...bigger...all over?”

“That's crazy, Jules. People don't just--” Jenna suddenly froze as she felt a new and unwelcome sensation. “Oh, crap.” Her swimsuit was beginning to pull taut between her butt cheeks, which wasn't good, since these weren't thongs. The troubling feeling, though, came from the sides of the suit from her ribs to her thighs, where she could feel the stretchy material reaching its limit and starting to tear. In seconds, the sides split and the suit tore off of her, leaving her suddenly nude. “Aaahh!” she cried as she tried to cover herself with her hands. As she did so, she could feel just how much bigger her chest was.

“You were saying?” said Julie, just as the top half of her suit exploded, leaving her naked above the waist and revealing that she had grown quite large breasts in the past few minutes. The bottom half didn't look to last much longer. She put an arm across her chest and looked at Jenna with an eyebrow cocked. “If you still don't believe me, look up.” This statement was punctuated by the sound of the rest of her suit ripping off.

“What are you...” Jenna trailed off as she unthinkingly did exactly that and found the pool room's ceiling looked a lot closer than fifteen feet. From her perspective it looked more like eight or nine, and was steadily coming down.

“Why is this happening to us?” moaned Karen as her swimsuit disintegrated. She, too, was watching the roof lowering towards them.

“Beats me,” Catalina chimed in. Jenna glanced at her and saw that she, too, was naked, but she wasn't bothering to cover up. “But at least now you won't be able to tease me for having the biggest boobs on the team anymore. Pot, kettle, black,” she added with a grin. “Damn. I don't think they make bras in our size, but it looks like none of us are smaller than a double D.” A thoughtful look crossed her features. “Of course in our case it might be more like four or five D's...”

Monique cleared her throat loudly and shot Catalina a no-nonsense look. “Speaking of the team, I don't think we'll be allowed to participate like this. I mean, I think it's stopped,” she paused to look up at the ceiling, which looked to only be about two feet above them, “but I'm sure someone will say that thirteen-foot-tall swimmers have an unfair advantage in crossing a standard pool, don't you?”

“Oh, shit, you're right.” Jenna looked crestfallen. “We're definitely not going to get to compete.”

Monique nodded. “So unless someone figures this out and fixes it before the meet, we're going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“Well, they don't have to fix it all the way, do they?” The other four girls looked at Julie curiously. “What? Just because it was good for my sport doesn't mean I LIKED being short, skinny, and flat-chested. I mean, I don't want to be a giantess, but if it's all the same to you I'd like to keep these,” she said as she cupped her newly enlarged breasts.