"Hey Rachel?"

  "What is it babe?"

  "Did you think that girl selling t-shirts was cute?"

  "A little." Rachel turned to see Lisa looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn't hear them but she knew Kristina and Wendy were in the next stall and Katie and Amber were in the next one over. "But she can't hold a candle to you beloved."

  "Thanks, I guess I'm a little self-concious today; I feel fat, but I have to say I sure don't look it."

  "I'm glad to see you're as modest as the day we met. If it makes you feel any better, I feel a little tight in these clothes too and my shoes are killing me."

  "That doesn't help me much. Besides, you're lying. You're as much of a goddess as I am," Lisa smiled at her own words, "and you have to be pretty big to have fat feet."

  "I don't know if I like the sound of that, it's true about my shoes and these jeans are pissing me off."

  "Well, let's diet together than. In the mean time," Lisa leaned closer and whispered, "let's trade in what we have for the next size up."

  "Very funny."

  Rachel backed up as Lisa slowly approached her. Balancing on one foot, she braced herself by placing the other one on the wall behind her. Lisa brought up both arms and put her hands against the wall on either side of Rachel's head, leaning forward and kissing her gently. Lisa smiled faintly; she ran her slender fingers down Rachel's waist, knelt before her, and began kissing her stomach while caressing it with smooth strokes. Rachel closed her eyes and traced her fingers through Lisa's blonde hair as she moaned softly.

  Suddenly, Rachel grimaced in pain and let a small cry. Lisa looked up in concern to see her lower lip trembling. Her breathing became shallow and she clenched her eyes as she she tilted her head back.

  "Ow, ow! Ouch!"

  "What is it? Sweetheart, what is it?"

  "Oh ... GOD!" With a slight tearing and loud popping sound, the top button on Rachel's jeans tore itself from it's foundation and fell to the floor, jingling as it bounced off of the wall.

  Lisa stared forward at her girlfriend's waist that was now too wide to be contained in the shrinking pair of pants. Her gaze went up in shock to see a similar look on her lover's face.

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  "Ugh, you wanted to try on this?" Wendy held up a dress with a deep floral print and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Gross!"

  "You're right, set it aside." With a little effort, Kristina took off her sandals and looked at herself. "How can you go wrong with legs like this?"

  Wendy stood leg by leg with Kristina and both looked at each other in the mirror. Their strong legs were smooth and dark from tanning at the beach. Without shoes Kristina had to glance up slightly to meet Wendy's eyes; their lips met briefly. Wendy slipped her arms around Kristina's neck and placed her head against her lover's chest. Kristina's firm breasts gave ample support as she listened to the steady beating of her heart, closing her eyes while feeling the slight rise and fall with each passing breath. Kristina slowly stroked Wendy's hair, weaving her fingers through the light brown tresses.

  Without another word, Wendy knelt down and slid her fingers along the curves of Kristina's calf muscles. Well-defined by years of dancing and running, her legs barely yielded as Wendy rubbed her palms up past her knees. Slowly inching her way under the black cloth of Kristina's skirt she moved toward the inner part of her thigh. Warm and slightly moist, Wendy pulled the tight lace down around Kristina's ankles where she promptly stepped out with one foot and flung them onto one of the benches nearby with the other foot. A soft, cool wind blew through Wendy's lips, ruffling the trimmed, dark hairs in Kristina's crotch; she then leaned further forward and brushed the swollen tip of her clitoris with the rough surface of her tongue. Kristina bit her lower lip in euphoria and tangled her fingers in Wendy's hair.

  "Ooo," Kristina opened her eyes and glanced down.

  Wendy in turn looked up and had to lean back to see past Kristina's chest.

  "That good huh?"

  "My brassier got tight all of a sudden, I guess I just inhaled too quickly that's all."

  Wendy was so enraptured by Kristina's smile that she failed to notice that her skirt could no longer fully cover her firm rear; their round curves peaked out from underneath the dark fabric.

  "Shall I continue?"

  "Well, I thought I could..."

  "Oh ... GOD!"

  Wendy stood, staring at the wall and smiling.

  "I think somebody beat us to the punch." She turned to see a bewildered look on Kristina's face, a look she quickly returned when she realized she had to look slightly up to see it.

  Both standing up straight, the barefoot Kristina was now a good two inches taller than her girlfriend.

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  Katie held Amber by the ankle and pointed at the top of her foot.

  "These can't be your sandals."

  Amber stared in disbelief, first at her footwear, and then at the fact that her toes were protruding almost a half of an inch over the base.

  "They are, they have that spot where I dropped nail polish on them about a month ago."

  "Didn't you notice this earlier?"

  "Well..., no. I guess I was... preoccupied." She flexed her toes, bending them, and wiggling them. They looked normal, her foot was still as cute as ever (at least by her standards), it was just too long to fit on her sandal. It was slightly too wide but not enough to be uncomfortable; or noticeable apparently.

  Rachel cried out from down the corridor, but neither of them were paying any attention.

  "They couldn't of shrunk."

  "And your feet couldn't have grown, they still look the same." Katie quieted as a quick image of Amber's foot growing through the leather straps of her sandals flitted through her mind. The thought strangely excited her, but she pushed the budding fantasy out of her head.

  Amber was still lying on the bench thinking about something that had bothered her all day. Her bra this morning, banging her head in the van, the shorts, and now this. Her clothes had been kind of tight today, but they usually were anyway. It didn't look like she gained any weight, quite the contrary, she looked even better than normal.

  So what was it? People don't just spontaneously grow, not so much so that in in one day they're sandals are this small. Amber got up and looked at Katie.

  "We're still the same height."

  Katie was startled at the comment.

  "Of course we are." She watched Amber walk over to the mirror which conveniently had a measuring tape going up both sides.

  Amber stood up straight against the glass, put her hand at the top of her head, and backed away.

  "How tall are we Katie?"

  "5' 4". Why? Where did you measure yourself?"

  "5' 8"."

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  Another light tearing sound brought Lisa's eyes back down to Rachel's waist. The next button on her jeans was straining the hole it was set through, visibly pulling on the thin strings of fabric that held it in place.

  Lisa ran her tongue along the rim of her teeth as she noticed that Rachel's stomach was rising slowly up her line of vision. A surge of excitement ran through her for a reason she could not explain and she broke into a wide smile as her eyes were transfixed on her girlfriend's expanding form.

  A squeaking sound, reminiscent of a finger rubbing against the surface of a filled balloon, brought Lisa's attention down to Rachel's shoes. She could see the thick fabric stretch and watched as the laces across the top grew thin while struggling to keep the footwear in one piece. With a snap, one of the laces popped and the thin tongue pushed it's way farther up. The bottom of Rachel's jeans had risen past the tops of her socks as the cuff wrapped itself around her bulging calves.

  But as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

  Lisa began to look about in frustration, but held herself in check after realizing her position. She looked back up to see an expression of fascination on Rachel; she was examining herself closely.

  The sleeves of her sweater, originally stopping around mid-forearm, had crept up her almost to her elbows, The top she had on under it had untucked itself and risen up past her navel as it tried to contain the giant breasts that had swollen beneath. The second button on her jeans was hanging by a thread as it had almost completely snapped off, leaving the third one straining to keep the flaps together. Rachel's eyes met Lisa's, who was still kneeling in front of her with a look that was a combination of concern and growing desire.

  "Stand up Lisa."

  She did as she was asked, straightening up to her full height; Lisa found that she was now a good three inches shorter than the woman who was about her height that morning.

  Rachel moved towards the mirror, barely being able to move her long legs in the tightened Levi's.

  Lisa watched as she walked, nibbling her lower lip.

  "You look incredible."

  Rachel didn't hear her, she was looking at herself in the mirror.

  "Rach, get up against the wall."

  "What?"

  "The measuring tape, stand against it."

  Rachel looked at the tape blankly, then leaned against it. Lisa marked a spot along it and backed up with her mouth wide open. Rachel turned around and stared at the mark.

  "6' 3"! My god, Lisa I've been 5' 10" since high school. There must be something wrong with the tape, somebody set it too low or..."

  "I'm almost 5' 10", but if I'm only this much shorter than you." Lisa held up her thumb and forefinger and than looked at the tape. "Where am I on this thing?" She leaned against the wall.

  Rachel blinked a few times, then put her hand to wear Lisa measured up.

  "6', almost 6' 1"."

  "Jesus, whatever it is Rachel, it's happening to me too."

  They stared at each other for a few moments. Rachel had an overwhelming urge to take Lisa into her arms to comfort her or maybe something else, but she struggled to keep her place.

  "Uh ... girls?"

  Both of them were startled at Kristina's voice suddenly coming through the side wall.

  "Could all of you come into our stall please?"

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