Tara and the Gang - Chapter 5

Turning away from Michelle, Ariana smirked, thinking of an idea to drive even more improvements to her strong, sexy form. She scanned the gymnasium, stoking feelings of inadequacy at a pretty face or nice body she saw. She admired one girl’s chiseled abs, another’s strong-looking arms, a third girl’s long, lean height, yet another’s meaty glutes.

Closing her eyes, she licked her lips languidly, the telltale tingle of transformation feeling absolutely delicious. She heard a tearing sound, then felt the soft snap of fabric recoiling against her body as her leotard split in half. The ambient air swirled over her stomach and lower back, her midriff now apparently uncovered by her shredded outfit.

When the feelings finally subsided, her longer lashes continued to flutter for a long moment with exquisite pleasure. She opened them slowly, a wide grin forming over her pink lips as tucked in her chin to look down upon her stunned coach.

Ariana continued to rotate her face downward, eager to check out the changes to her hyper-athletic form. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes! Reaching up, she cupped the massive spheres with splayed fingers, the tight fabric of her damaged leotard stretched absurdly thin over their breathtakingly voluptuous expanse. So far did her chest extend outward, that she couldn’t see the rest of her body, save for her arms, which had grown to at least three times their previous size. Huge, sculpted swells and ridges hardened into iron relief as she moved, biceps popping, triceps swelling, her muscles absolutely radiating feminine power.

Unable to get a look at the rest of herself, Ariana slid her hands over her stomach, cobbles of muscle rising to either side of its center. Her fingertips rose and fell as they were pushed outward by her hard abdominal muscles, dipping into the grooves between muscles at the bottom of each chiseled block. Her fingers spread outward, gliding toward her hips over  plate-like obliques. Her hips were wide and absolutely packed with deliciously firm muscle, the thighs that led downward, smooth and deeply creviced.

“I’m ripped!” Ariana announced proudly, her dark eyes gleaming delightedly.

“And huge!” her wide-eyed coach gasped, stepping back from muscular amazon.

Ariana’s ears perked up as she heard her name called for the next event. The hardwood between mats bowed under her every step as she trotted her three-hundred pound body out for the next event.

Shocked judges’ necks craned to find her eyes looking back at them with amusement. She hopped up, her body so tall that her feet barely left the ground as she grabbed onto the higher uneven bar. Pulling herself up with absurd ease, she flipped herself around the pole, the flexing cylinder bending dangerously with every swing. After a few preliminary rotations, she launched herself into the sky. Spinning a half-dozen times before descending, she latched onto the lower bar, massive trunk-like legs spread wide.

It was a good thing that she had assumed that position because her thick glutes nearly brushed the ground from the length of her upper body alone. Swinging around twice to build momentum, she fired her huge body into the sky once more. She performed countless twists and flips before reaching out to clutch the lower bar on the descent once more. This time, however, the force of her massive frame combined with its downward acceleration proved too much for it to withstand, however, and it snapped in two.

Nimbly, Ari shoved downward on the falling halves of the bar, generating just enough force to launch herself to the higher bar. She made one more revolution around this one before it too gave way. But as it did, Ariana had already left it behind, arcing high into the air, tucking and spinning in a breathtaking sequence of moves with a graceful athleticism that no Olympian could match. She landed on the mat with a loud crack, the wood floor beneath giving way to the power of her colossal form, her landing absolutely perfect.

Raising her hands, she smiled as she watched the awestruck judges giving each other shrugs and looks of befuddlement, the remaining hardware of the uneven bar apparatus collapsing in a cacophony of clangs behind her.

Ariana watched them with amusement. Just wait until they saw her vault!

Michelle Montoya ran up to Ariana, her chin rising to the sky as she looked up at the towering Latina looming above her. “You cheated!”

“I don’t know how you did it,” the relatively tiny girl said, her jaw quivering with emotion. “But you cheated!”

Not waiting for a response, she swung her fist into Ari’s stomach, her knuckles connecting with the other gymnast’s defined abs with a loud smack.

Ariana smirked, completely unhurt by the blow. Expression becoming mischievous, she scanned around the room, working up sparks of jealousy in the pit of her stomach as she surveyed the tautly muscled bellies of the other gymnasts.

Her stomach began to transform once again, its sleekly defined surface rippling as cobbles turned to bricks.

Michelle swung again, this time gasping in pain as her hand smashed into an unyielding stomach that felt more like a wall than like flesh. But it didn’t keep her from pulling back her other fist and plunging it forward into the massive amazon’s hard, muscular form.

Michelle’s fist struck with an echoing clap this time, her knees weakening as pain lanced through her arm. She kept striking, however, her fists connecting with a harder surface each time, until finally she felt a snap inside her forearm.

She fell to the ground, rolling around in pain, Ari’s superior smirk looking down on her, her abs now so developed that they stood a full inch from the deeply carved trenches between them.

“Now, if you’re done, Michelle, I have a vault to land…” With a broad smile, she stepped over the injured girl and strode purposefully to the next apparatus, every eye in the gym glued to her staggeringly muscular form.

***

Tara awoke from her nap with a start, her dream slipping from memory before she could latch onto it. She looked at her clock. 2:45 PM!

The beach party started in fifteen minutes!

Annoyed at not having been able to remember her dream, the young redhead yawned as she rifled through her drawer for her bikini. She put it on quickly, frowning as she looked at her short, curveless body in the mirror. She hoped desperately that she had dreamed something that would help her body at least a little this time.

She wanted to be tall. She wanted to be gorgeous. But above all, she wanted to be sexy!

She imagined the eyes of her classmates on the beach turning toward her, admiring her body, desiring her. She shuddered, aroused by the mere thought of the adulation. Was that what her sister felt like all the time? Was that how Anna saw her?

Yearning eyes were brought back to reality quickly by the nondescript girl in the mirror. Fuck. Please let her dream help her. Please!

With a sigh, she quickly applied some eye makeup and lipstick. It was all she had time for, and it helped her look a little more womanly, at least. Taking another look at the mirror, she frowned, comparing her petite frame to Anna’s luscious curves. Glancing over to the dresser, she tugged a handful of tissues from the box into the cups of her swimsuit. It was a little better at least. Maybe her tiny breasts would look at least a little more respectable with the padding. Remembering to grab her beach towel as she ran out the door, she threw on her shoes and ran down the street in the direction of the beach.

***

After an afternoon helping Anna try on one swimsuit after another in the search for the ultimate Tess-killer, Chloe walked home alone. Lost in thought, the cute, petite brunette couldn’t help but recall the image of Anna’s matronly breasts, desiring nothing more than to possess a pair of her own. Or maybe bigger.

Chloe’s entire family seemed to be genetically predisposed for buxom figures. Except for her, of course. Her diminutive B-cups looked tiny next to her sister, mother, and even grandmother. She knew it shouldn’t, but it made her feel inadequate somehow, like she was less of a woman than she really was. Of course, her sub-five-foot frame only made matters worse. At least that wasn’t significantly shorter than the rest of her family. Short statures were as much a family trait as plump chests. But standing next to Anna, watching the sexy Asian tower over her, had only made her feel more diminished than usual.

Eyes going glassy, she decided to stop by Ariana’s house. At least the gymnast was as small as she was and even less endowed. Maybe they could commiserate over their shared tininess. As she approached, however, she saw a giant, muscular amazon emerge from the house in an overflowing bikini, skipping down the sidewalk with powerful leaps from her massive thighs. It wasn’t until the gargantuan woman turned her head that Chloe saw her face in profile.

It was Ariana!

Chloe’s forward progress came to a sudden halt, her jaw dropping wide open. Ariana was even bigger than Anna! Perhaps not as beautiful, but far more muscular and incredibly endowed.

What was going on?!

Were all of her friends changing like this? Everyone but her?

That would be just her luck. She must have been cursed at birth or something.

Tears of frustration beginning to roll down her cheeks, she stomped toward Ariana’s porch, plopping heavily onto the steps to bury her face in her hands. As she did, however, she heard a soft clunk beside her.

Turning to look, tears glimmering along her lower lashes, she saw that a loose board had dropped to the ground. Peering into the darkness within, she caught sight of something. Wiping away her tears, despair replaced—for the moment, at least—by curiosity, Chloe dropped to her hands and needs, reaching inside to pull out a massive old tome.

Giving it a curious arch of her brow, she pulled it open, her eyes landing on the strange calligraphy within. Running her fingertips over the pulpy paper, she began to read the next poem…

***

“Oh, my God!” Tess breathed, looking up with widening eyes from the swarm of boys around her. Gentle ocean waves splashed warm sand behind her.

Anna smiled, prancing toward her longtime crush with confidence for the first time in her life. Her stylish black bob brushed her sculpted cheeks and delicate jawline as her toes dug into the shifting sand. Her breasts, easily filling the DD cups of her neon pink bikini to the limits of their capacity bulged and jiggled with her sultry sashay.

Her smile was hesitant until she saw Tess’ reaction, her lips curling higher and wider as she saw the heat of attraction smolder the blonde’s dazzling sapphire irises. By the time she reached Tara’s sister, Anna was beaming, her slim fingers dropping to caress the sumptuous slopes of her sleek hips.

Tess seemed spellbound by the young Asian’s sculpted physique, her every feature easily a match for Tess’ own. Unused to being challenged in the looks department, the girl’s astonished eyes settled on Anna’s.

Suddenly, nerves fluttered Anna’s stomach. Her throat went dry, and she nearly choked as she attempted to swallow. “I, um, was wondering if you might want to…”

Anna’s words trailed off as Tess’ attention drifted away from Anna’s gorgeous face to the appearance of another breathtakingly unusual figure. Ariana ran onto the beach, launching herself into the sky in a spinning tuck, somersaulting in a rainbow-shaped arc over the beach to land beside the other two in a spectacular spray of sand.

Tess and Anna flinched, rubbing their eyes and spitting out sand as the powerful amazon cocked a hip, reached out a beefy arm over Anna’s sculpted shoulders and crossed her massive legs.

“Like the new me?” she asked them both, earning looks of awed annoyance from each of the model-like beauties.

Before they could answer her, another figure crested the grassy ridge at the edge of the beach. Flaming red hair whipped across Tara’s face as she spotted her friends, her mouth forming a small circle as she noticed Ari’s changes for the first time. Shoulders slumping, the diminutive girl slouched her way toward the others, not looking forward to seeing Tess’ sneer in combination with the down-angled gazes of her friends.

Anna and Ari were completely amazing, and she hadn’t changed a bit. She didn’t belong in their company anymore. No more than she belonged in Tess’. They were goddesses, she a mortal. She thought again of her dream, straining to find a thread of it within her cloudy memory.

Tess called out. “Hey, rodent! Come check out your friends! They’re not so little anymore! Of course, that just makes you look twice as pathetic, I suppose.” Her azure eyes narrowed, as her eyeline dropped appraisingly to Tess’ chest. “Did you stuff your bra?”

The question was punctuated by a cruel laugh as all three girls’ eyes lowered to see a loose triangle of tissue peeking out from the top of her bikini top, waving in the breeze as if to draw attention to its embarrassing existence.

As she quickly tucked it back into the cup of her swimsuit, Tara felt a burning crimson tingle her cheeks. Then, she felt a tingle of something else entirely.

Flicking her eyes upward to meet the condescending gaze of her sexy sister, she watched as the luscious blonde’s lashes fluttered wide. Something was happening. Something that actually seemed to be surprising her superior sister.

Her eyes fell to the cream-colored sand that lay between her and the other girls, noticing that it was growing farther and farther away with every step. Then, she felt the straps of the bikini top digging into her back and shoulders. She looked down to see two spheres pushing inexorably outward from her increasingly voluminous chest.

Was this it? Was this the dream? Had she really dreamed herself bigger? Taller? Prettier? Would she actually be able to look her sister straight in the eye for once? Meet her on her level?

*Snap*

The back strap of her swimsuit sprang free, yielding to the pressure her burgeoning breasts had placed on the straining clasp. She could feel the bottoms digging into her hips. Stopping her approach, she twisted her body, feeling stronger, sleeker abs engaging within her stomach, noticing how deliciously toned her arm was as she swung it out of her line of sight. Her butt looked amazing, expanding into two perfectly curved spheres of flesh that looked absolutely succulent.

Surprised, she faced forward once again to see Anna’s jaw swinging wide. “You look… you look…” She couldn’t seem to find the right word, her breathy voice fading before she could finish her statement.

“So… so...” continued Ariana, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Utterly fucking amazing...” finished Tess, blinking in disbelief.

Tara’s chin dropped, her shocked eyes zeroing in on her sister as Tess uttered the words. Never had she heard her sister address her in such a reverent tone. The realization sent chills down Tara’s spine, her lengthening hair slapping lightly against her sculpted back.

She extended a leg outward, gasping as she realized just how perfectly formed it was, just how endless. She glanced at Anna’s and Tess’ for comparison, quickly finding that there was none. Silky and shapely, possessing curves that sent erotic shudders through even her own body, she lowered it back to the sand. Her hands slapped to the firm, well-muscled flesh of her glutes. She squeezed, her fingers barely denting the unyielding orbs, her ass redefining perfection.

As she ran her fingers around her miniscule waist to her sleek stomach, she said in an awed voice, “I’m hot!”

“No,” breathed Anna, swaying slightly on her feet. “Not hot. More like nuclear.”

The nubile redhead gaped at her. “As hot as you?”

Anna shook her head, her eyes never leaving Tara’s voluptuous curves. She looked slightly pale. “No. Way hotter than me.”

She turned to her sister, who bit her lower lip, her breathtaking eyes glazed over as she gazed longingly at Tara’s hyper-seductive curves.

One of the boys, gathered in a semicircle behind Tess, collapsed to the sand, his knees giving out at the sight of Tess’ far prettier sister.

And at that moment another voice called out from the ridge, everyone turning to look. Tara recognized that voice. It belonged to Chloe.

As she turned, Tara’s mind raced. Chloe was normal, right? She hadn’t had access to the book, had she? Yet from, the expressions that were forming on everyone’s faces, it was clear that this wasn’t the Chloe of old. What exactly had happened to her?