Running laps

The coach blew her whistle. “Alright, we’re just going to be doing laps ‘round the track today. Hurry up with warmups and we’ll be on our way outside.”

Lexie did her best to move as little as possible during her warmups. Thankfully, that wasn’t unusual for her, so no one seemed to notice, but she was screaming on the inside, scanning the room for eyes on her every time her unrestrained breasts jostled even slightly. She realized with a start that her problem was starting again- her shirt, which before had reached down to her thighs was now only making it to her waistband. Her shorts were baggy to begin with, so luckily they still had some space in them, but every time she bent for her stretches, she couldn’t escape the feeling that the person behind her could tell, somehow, that she was going commando.

After possibly the most lackluster set of jumping jacks ever done, Lexie lingered towards the back of the group as they started towards the track, waiting for Bobbi to finally join the rest of them. Sure enough, just as the group moved on towards the doors, Bobbi came slinking out of the locker room to catch up before the coach noticed. She was still wearing all black- a tank top with a cartoonish skull on the front, and a pair of yoga pants.

“Alright Lex,” she started, “what’s up?”

“I-I think your spell is broken,” Lexie said, and her friend just rolled her eyes.

“Listen, I know you’re a skeptic about all this stuff, but you gotta give it time! You’ll see results by the end of the day, I promise!”

“That’s not really what I mean,” Lexie muttered, and opened her mouth to continue but jumped when the coach blew her whistle again; the class had made it to the track, and apparently she was expecting better than the mediocre performance during the warmups.

“Let’s get moving!” The coach shouted, and The two friends- Lexie grimacing and Bobbi rolling her eyes- started down the track, doing their best to keep a pace that’d look like they were putting in effort while keeping up their conversation.

“Bobbi, I’m serious,” Lexie said, “something weird has been happening since this morning.”

“Weird how?”

“Weird like...” Lexie paused to take a breath, but startled when she looked down and saw her belly button come into view, the hem of her shirt creeping steadily upwards every time she looked away! “Like this!” Lexie shouted, gesturing down at herself.

Bobbi glanced over with a skeptical look, but her eyes widened! “Oh my God!”

“Right?!”

“Are you not wearing a bra?” Lexie’s face fell as she looked back down and saw her nipples poking against the shirt, only sticking out more as the garment got tighter and tighter! She let out a short yelp and crossed her arms over her chest.

“No!”

“You really aren’t?”

“No! I mean, yes, no, I’m not, but that’s not the point!”

“I mean, you’ve definitely got more than one point going on there...” Lexie lightly punched Bobbi’s arm.

“Listen to me! When I came out here, my shirt was almost down to my knees! And before that, my pants basically tore themselves apart! Something weird is happening!” Bobbi stopped snickering, and slowly started to mull things over in her head.

“Alright,” she said after a moment, “let me get a look at the mark I put on you this morning—“ and both girls jumped as another blast from the coach’s whistle sounded right behind them.

“Enough chit chat you two, you’re barely power walking! Get to running!”

“—once we’re back in the locker room,” Bobbi finished, and started to jog ahead of her friend. With a worried sigh, Lexie followed suit, still keeping one arm over her chest, both for modesty and support as she picked up the pace. By the time the coach called everyone back in, she was red in the face, both from exertion, and from the fact that her top was more or less looking a crappy sports bra after so much time had passed. Gasping for air, she bent over, hands on her knees to steady herself,

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And was met with the all too familiar sound of tearing fabric, coinciding with the feeling of air on her bare ass- only this time, her shorts, now looking like what you’d see a volleyball player wearing, were struggling to stay on with such structural damage done, and she didn’t even have anything on underneath if they came off completely!

“Full moon, huh?” Bobbi joked half-heartedly as she came up behind her friend, but at the panicked-and-angry look she got in return told her to drop it. “Alright alright, I got you, just move slowly, alright?” And Lexie, one arm over her chest and the other clinging desperately to the gradually straining waistband of her shorts, shuffled inside to the locker rooms, Bobbi directly behind her to keep her bare backside hidden from the rest of the class.