Enter Clara

Clara came into the bathroom during the class, much the same as Liz. But they hadn’t expected anyone, let alone the sight she viewed here. Liz’s dress painted over their heaving chest, with her hand up the, barely, hiked dress. Her nipples tented stiffly as they threatened to leap out at any time. Her face had changed as well, becoming tighter, fairer, just better. Clara was unable to really understand what was happening.

Liz was already feeling close hands were now sopping, leaking lines down her longer legs. Liz looked Clara over, looking down.

Clara looked on, “W-what are you…doing?”, a mix of confusion and interest in her voice.

Clara stood there clutching their hands to their chest in their sweater shirt. Her little black plaid skirt and stockings were so cute. Liz bit their lip as dangerous thoughts were acted on.

“Mmm, you’ll do.”

Liz took long purposeful steps to Clara, though her hand saw no rest. Still swirling roughly over her pearl, it was almost painfully aroused. Its throbbing with her touch felt like a live wire.

Liz cleared the distance between them before Clara had realized. Almost reflexively they backed away, into a corner. Though for each step, Liz followed, gaining with each. Her free arm blocked the exit, domineering over her slightly. Clara’s gaze now solely on Liz’s hand, or more specifically what it hid. The aroma was clearly intoxicating as her eyes dilated a blush hitting her face.

Clara mousily asked, “May I kiss you…down there?”, nodding toward their quarry. They stared on, absently almost drooling.

Liz almost bestially driven, grunt in response. Liz took her slick hand to the agape mouth of Clara. Liz’s thumb was first, Clara began to suck without a thought. Both groaning to the feeling the other elicited. Liz’s hand moved further slowly grasping at her head, slowly pushing her down. Clara offered no resistance, her breath was coming in sharp spikes.

Clara tentative tongue probing the flood folds, licking her up. Her inflamed clitoris feeling the warm swirl of her tongue, shot her like a lightning bolt. Her head shot back as her whole body contracted and shivered. Absently shoving Clara’s head into her, now locked where they licked.

Another climax, another surge. Inching further up, their frame slowly built lithe athletic muscle. Her chest could no longer being up held, as the front of the dress ripped from shoulders. Breasts surging now released, growing near DD. The new muscles on her chest held them firmly.

Clara on the other hand felt the other growing change. Liz, lost in the climax, hadn't seen the distress in Clara’s eyes. Her pearl had surged in her mouth, no longer just engorged. It had distended deeply into her mouth, eking down her throat. Clara's distress turned to moans as the meat began snaking down her throat. Now taking about 6 inches of meat, not taking a moment to question, lost in the feeling.

Liz was hip, yearning for more, and began to work. Still holding her head with her burgeoning form, took her with both hands. Hotly Clara’s mouth worked and swirled on the new tool impaling her face. A new feeling of churning between her legs, a tightness. Clara’s eyes rolled back, letting Liz hold her steady, she released all control.

A moan turned growl as the tightness came to a head. Her new balls under member, emptied their contents deep down Clara’s throat. In the shake of another climax, Clara convulsed on her tool as it inched fighting further down her. She was now almost 6 foot tall and the body of someone who regularly goes to the gym. Her chest surging passed DD, still riding defiant of gravity. All the while her face had only improved further, she could easily do international modeling.

Liz let Clara go, pulling and pulling herself from her throat. Now seeing the beast that she’d just mauled that girl with. Its 8 inch length is still sputtering onto the head of Clara. Looking around, the bathroom stall she could now see over. Still trying to reconcile the height, she barely realized the increased bulk. Her gaze had fallen to her near perfect orbs at attention on her chest.

Clara watched the whole while as she grew again. She was still breathing hard, they took off their sweater shirt, a small tank was hidden beneath.

The bell rang, breaking the stupor of Clara. Taking the moment to gird her damp loins and rush from the room. “Igottagobye…”, they said in rush as the door swung closed.

Liz grabbed the sweater, eye down at her larger chest. Throwing it over, it showed the lightest of underboob, but they were contained, for now. Pulled the dress down, now a mini skirt.

She leaned into the mirror, it was certainly a look. The half sweater showing off the faint 6 imprints now revealed holding just above the stretched out dress, barely containing her widened hip and grown backside. The bulge in her front was fairly clear. She’d need to stay calm and make it to the gym. She’d at least be able to grab some sweat pants or something.

Catching their own eyes, looking at themselves in a new light, “I’m hot?”, they said quietly to themselves.