Lily heads home

Coach Reyes kept them a few minutes longer than usual.

The team stood in a loose line near the bleachers while she flipped through her clipboard, still looking mildly irritated from the locker room chaos earlier. Most of the girls had calmed down, but the mood was still off. Tessa kept shooting suspicious looks at everyone around her. Brooke stood with her arms crossed. Rina just wanted to leave.

“Alright, listen up,” Coach Reyes said. “Good work today overall, even if the end got… weird. I don’t know what that was about and I don’t want to know. Keep your clothes on from now on.”

A few nervous laughs went through the line.

“Homework for next practice,” she continued. “I want individual conditioning logs. Track your extra runs, core work, and recovery. I expect them filled out and turned in before we start Tuesday. No excuses. Grant, that means you actually write something this time instead of scribbling numbers at the last second.”

Sophia Grant lifted a hand in lazy acknowledgment. “Yes, Coach.”

“Grinley, stay focused. Park, good intensity today. Ellison, watch your form on the lateral drills. Donovan—” Coach Reyes glanced at Lily. “Solid as always. Keep it up.”

Lily nodded.

“That’s it. Get out of here.”

The line broke apart immediately. Bags were grabbed, conversations restarted, and the team began filtering toward the exits. Lily slung her bag over one shoulder and headed for the main doors. Outside, the late afternoon air felt cooler after the heat of the gym.

Her friends were already waiting near the curb.

Maya Torres was sitting on the low brick wall, scrolling on her phone. She was a little shorter than Lily, with warm brown skin, dark curly hair usually pulled into a thick ponytail, and a full, soft figure that filled out her leggings and oversized sweatshirt. Beside her stood Avery Cole, tall and lanky, with straight dirty-blonde hair and a sharp, pretty face. Avery always looked slightly bored, even when she wasn’t. The third member of their usual group, Zoe Mitchell, was balancing on the edge of the sidewalk with her arms out. Zoe was compact and energetic, with freckles, reddish-brown hair in a messy bun, and a tight runner’s body that made her look smaller than she actually was.

“Finally,” Maya said when she saw Lily. “We were about to leave without you.”

“Coach kept us,” Lily replied. “Extra lecture and homework.”

Avery made a face. “ conditioning logs?”

“Yep.”

“Hate those,” Zoe said, hopping down from the curb. “My mom’s already here, by the way. She’s in the lot.”

They started walking together toward the parking lot. Zoe’s mom drove a dark blue SUV and had been the default ride home for the group more times than Lily could count. When they reached the vehicle, the driver’s window was already down.

Mrs. Mitchell was in her early forties, with the same reddish-brown hair as her daughter, though she kept it shorter and layered. She had a friendly, open face and a curvy figure that her casual blouse and jeans did nothing to hide. She smiled when she saw them.

“There you are. How was practice?”

“Fine,” Zoe said, climbing into the front seat.

“Until Coach decided we needed more homework.” Lily said.

The rest of them piled into the back. Lily took the middle seat between Maya and Avery, bag at her feet. As soon as the doors shut, Mrs. Mitchell pulled out of the lot and into traffic.

“Your mom texted me earlier,” she said, glancing at Lily in the rearview mirror. “Asked if I could drop you off on the way. She said she was starting dinner.”

“Yeah, she mentioned,” Lily said. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Of course.”

Maya leaned her head back against the seat. “I’m so sore. I heard your practice was messy though. People were texting about some locker room thing.”

Avery glanced over. “Yeah, I saw that. Something about girls randomly losing clothes?”

Lily kept her expression neutral. “It got chaotic. Coach was pissed.”

“Sounds fake,” Avery said flatly. “Or like someone pulling a dumb prank.”

“That’s what most people think,” Lily replied.

Mrs. Mitchell shook her head with a small laugh. “You girls and your drama. At least no one got hurt.”

They rode in comfortable silence for a minute. Lily watched the other cars slide past and felt the familiar itch under her skin. She had already used the power twice today. The idea of doing it again, right here, with her friends packed in around her, made her pulse pick up.

She focused and pushed.

Everything stopped.

The SUV went silent. Mrs. Mitchell froze with both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. Zoe was stuck mid-scroll on her phone. Maya’s head stayed tilted back against the seat, lips slightly parted. Avery was turned a little toward Lily, expression locked in mild skepticism.

Lily let out a slow breath.

She started with Maya, since she was right beside her. She reached over and tugged the oversized sweatshirt up, then pulled Maya’s sports bra up with it. The other girl’s full, soft tits spilled free, heavy and warm. Lily gave one a careful squeeze, watching the way it filled her hand, then left the clothes pushed up.

Next she turned to Avery. The tall girl was easier to undress than expected. Lily unzipped Avery’s light jacket, pulled her shirt up, and dragged her bra above her small, perky breasts. Avery’s nipples were pale and tight. Lily flicked one gently with her finger just to see it move.

In the front, she leaned between the seats and pulled Zoe’s shirt and bra up as well, exposing the compact girl’s athletic chest. Then, feeling bolder, she reached farther and tugged Mrs. Mitchell’s blouse open, popping enough buttons to yank the older woman’s bra up over her full, heavy tits. They hung naturally with the weight of someone in her forties, dark nipples standing out against her skin.

Lily sat back and looked around the frozen car, a sharp little thrill running through her.

Four pairs of tits out. No one moving. No one able to stop her.

She spent another minute just looking, adjusting a few poses so everyone sat a little more openly, then forced herself to fix their clothes one by one. Sweatshirt and bra back down on Maya. Shirt and bra fixed on Avery. Zoe covered again. Mrs. Mitchell’s bra and blouse buttoned like nothing had happened.

When everything looked normal, Lily settled back into her seat, put on a calm expression, and spoke quietly.

“Start.”

Sound and motion returned at once. The car continued down the road without the slightest hitch. Maya shifted her shoulders like she was getting comfortable. Avery went back to looking out the window. Zoe kept scrolling. Mrs. Mitchell changed lanes like normal.

None of them noticed a thing.

Lily stared straight ahead, fighting the urge to smile.

The rest of the drive stayed ordinary. When they finally pulled up in front of her house, Lily grabbed her bag and thanked Mrs. Mitchell again before climbing out. Maya and Avery both waved as the SUV pulled away.

Lily stood on the driveway for a second, looking up at the familiar front of the house. Inside, her mom was cooking. Her brother was probably on the couch. Neither of them had any idea what she could do now.

She adjusted the strap of her bag and headed for the door, already thinking about the next time she would get the chance to test her power properly.