A swimming competition

Beth was the youngest competitor at the swim meet. Standing on the diving board in her one piece, her hair hidden beneath a swim cap.

She fidgeted from foot to foot. There was something wrong. A weird crackle in the announcements.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus, then bounced once, twice, on the board and executed her dive flawlessly.

She felt as though she were underwater for so long, but then popped up to applause. She could see the other girls watching her with petty jealousy.

She was so focused on that she barely noticed the tingle spreading through her as she got up and out of the water to wait for the rest to go.

The crackle over the the announcements speaker continued, the other competitors never dove into the water.

Her swim instructor, Stacy, walked over in her swimsuit and long, blonde hair, mesmerized as she kissed Beth to shock and horror in the scattered small crowds of parents.

But no one moved, no one called out, the crackle continued, and Beth in her swimsuit, kissed back, passionately making out with her instructor for all to see.

The other competitors felt the urge, the spectators felt the urge.

Giggling into Stacy's mouth as Beth's hands cup the her mentor's breasts, both of them already swelling.

The bitchy competitors whimpering as their own change begins. Outfits distending and tearing as they grow.

A swimmer getting her head grabbed by a spectator so he can fuck his growing horse cock into her face, her cheeks bulging as she takes him.

The judges taking notes as they masturbate at their table.

Stacy and Beth giggling an empty laugh, like a simulation of young love, as they stuck their tongues down each other's throats, lips roaming across their spit coated faces. The swelling flesh of their tits already tearing out the fabric of their swim costume, as fat, plump udders formed. Stacy suckled and flicked at her own swollen, aching nipples.

The competitors moaned out as their bodies changed, cocks tearing through trunks, tits and ass through swimsuits, as boy turned on girl, girl on girl, boy on boy, their wet, slapping bodies pushing against each other.

The 5 judges frantically writing on their 5 signposts before holding them up

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