I Thought You Said You Could Keep Up?

“Look, all I’m saying is that sports bras really aren’t that important.”

Ellie scoffed in disbelief while crossing her arms as Fred continued his ludicrous rant.

“They don’t provide THAT much support as opposed to other bras. And they’ve gotta be uncomfy for everyone except women with small tits - No offense Ell. And honestly, I think they’re just there deprive us guys of a good show when y’all run.”

Ellie stood there, dumbfounded by the ignorance that just spurted forth from the depths of what she could only imagine as some of the most ignorant misogynistic psyche borne from boomer-America.

“So let me get this straight; You think there’s some sort of conspiracy where women only wear sports bras to deprive men of bouncing tits?” Ellie asked incredulously.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it like that, but yeah I guess.”

Ellie stood baffled as the insane double-down continued; “And you think they’re ONLY for women with small boobs? Also fuck you, by the way - I’ve got C’s.”

Fred looking almost offended shot back. “Look, I’m just saying they wouldn’t be better for women with larger breasts than any other bra. And really? You’re like a B at best!”

Ellie’s face burned a subtle crimson as she clenched her teeth. She knew just how to deal with men like this. “Fine. Want to make a bet?”

Fred raised his eyebrow, curious as to where Ellie was going with this. “A bet? About what?”

“About sports bras, obviously! If you’re SO sure that any bra is as good as a sports bra for running, then why not race me and prove it?”

Fred’s three and a half neurons fired in rapid succession, trying to understand the point being made before retorting. “I mean, what will that prove?”

Ellie quickly shot back; “Well you’re OBVIOUSLY in much better shape than me, right?”

Fred’s ego led him directly into her trap, just like she knew it would. “I mean, yeah. You’re in great shape for a girl and all, but I’m an athletic guy. I’ve been playing sports for-” Ellie cut off his vain posturing.

“Yeah, yeah - Big strong man. Must be in better shape than a woman like me. So, if you raced me, it wouldn’t be hard to prove your point, right?” Ellie stepped closer, invading Fred’s personal space and looking up into his eyes, leaving only a few inches between them.

Frank let out a nervous chuckle while trying to avoid eye contact. “Look, I’m not scared to race you. I know I’d win! But it wouldn’t prove anything because I don’t have a big ‘ol’ pair of-”

Ellie refusing to accept any further insults interjected again. “Bet.” As she snapped her fingers and an electrifying force rushed throughout Fred’s body.

Fred’s voice shot up in pitch as his once cool demeanor turned to shock and in confusion. His once chiseled pectorals rapidly swelled into massive F-cup breasts as his feminine voice squeaked out the end of his sentence;

“TITS?!”

The changes didn’t stop at his vocal cords or chest, however. The rest of Fred, or rather, his now female body, was quickly transformed into a voluptuous buxom beauty. His toned arms and legs became soft and curvaceous. His hips widened and his ass ballooned out. Finally, his previously sizable package shrank and retreated within himself to reform into a new form of genitalia.

He, now she, stood in utter bewilderment as she felt the weight of her new massive milk jugs pulling down on her back. Her hands shot up to her new sensitive assets to help relieve some of the sudden newfound stress.

“Wow Fred, or maybe Freid suits you better now? Looks like your back is already feeling the strain of those, huh?” Ellie mocked as laughed at Fred’s newfound discomfort.

“W-what the hell, Ellie?! What did- How did- Why did-” Fred continued to stammer in utter bewilderment.

“It’s like you said, Freid,” she calmly and cockily said as Fred cut her off.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” she squealed. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

But Ellie continued. “You’re right. It isn’t. But I guess it’s the only way to make you reconsider how ignorant you were being. Now, let me help you out… at least a little bit,” Ellie said coldly as she snapped her fingers once more.

Fred immediately felt the fabric of her shirt shifting and reshaping over her chest. Where once an oversized gym shirt was hanging loosely, now stood a revealing lingerie-esque bra in its place, showing so much cleavage and midriff that very little was left to the imagination.

Fred squeaked in horror at the pure level of feminine aura her new body was emanating.

“T-this is too much! PLEASE! Just change me back!”

But his begging didn’t sway Ellie. “Not yet, FREID. You haven’t learned your lesson… yet. But how’s your back feel? The bra helping?”

Fred whimpered as she removed her hands from her breasts, letting the bra assist in carrying the weight of her grand new mammaries. She reluctantly answered; “Y-yeah. A bit. But please. Please change me back. I don’t wanna be a busty chick.” The arrogant tone once carried now lost from her voice.

“Nope. Not yet at least. We made a bet, remember?”

Fred’s eyes shot open wide. “N-no! I can’t! N-not in this!”

“But it’s a bra, right? This should be EASY for you, right?” She knowingly teased. “Now come on. We’re going to race back to the dorms, and if you win, I’ll change you back immediately.”

Fred’s voice shook in terror. “A-and if not?!”

“If not? Well, we can see how you’re doing in a week or so. That might be enough time to gain a little perspective, right?”

Fred gulped. Even walking the few steps towards Ellie let her know she didn’t really stand a chance. Her center of balance. The shockwaves of jiggling that persisted after each step. All of her. It was all too different for Fred to have any real chance against a seasoned runner like Ellie, but she knew she had to try.

“Ready? Set. GO!”

The first couple steps proved her suspicions true as breasts bounced and shook with each move. Ellie laughed at Fred’s inability to run as she teased him from ahead;

“Come on! I thought you said you could keep up?”