The dictaphone

A proud smile painted on her face, she quietly pushed the record button and said nonchalantly "I'm really tall : Vanessa can't look down at me"

The clicking sound of the stop button sounded, and Vanessa suddenly laughed, amazed "Why are you babbling those stupid things, shorty ? Isn't there enough blood in your body for both your breasts and your brain ?" but Wendy hadn't stopped smiling. She ignored, by her side, her friends looking at her a little worried. And instead, she concentrated on the warm sensation growing in her stomach. At first, it was like a ball inside her, but suddenly, the warmness went on both side of her torso, and she it seemed like two giant hands were slowly pulling her up. Except that her body was stretching along to keep her feet on the ground.

The lower part of her trunk seemed to creak a bit, as it was slowly elongating, revealing more and more of her flat tummy. A tummy looking more and more, every passing second, like belonging to some swimsuit model, keeping firm and toned as it was elongating. The same happened to her legs : they became longer and longer right under her, and she felt her jeans tightening over her growing limbs. But in Wendy's eyes, the show was even more spectacular than just those sensation : in front of her, everything was seeming to shrink slowly, as her perspective was getting higher and higher. Vanessa, formerly towering at 6'0 over her small 4'10, was seeming to shrink every passing second. But it wasn't her : Wendy was just growing, inch after inch.

After being eye-level for years with the ever-growing bust of her bigger sister, Wendy was getting over them in many ways.And right now, she was, indeed, getting way over them.

""Really tall" ? You, Wendy ? Come on, you're under 5'... uh... - Vanessa laughed, but suddenly hesitated, as her memories shifted - just 5' ! That's nowhere near tall, you know !"

Wendy, still feeling her body growing under her, and looking at her sister's face coming closer and closer, just answered "Is that so ?", but instead of laughing even more, her sister took a good look at her, and seemed a little less sure about her last statement.

"Well, you're what, 5'2 ? I guess you look tall for your friends, but you have a loooong way to go to be "really tall" ! I am, you're not, end of the topic. Being... 5'4 ? Yes, 5'4 isn't enough for me having to stop looking down at you !"

Seconds were passing, and Wendy was still growing, enjoying how her sister's sentences were strangely inconsistent, as she was oblivious to the changes happening right in front of her. Wendy also felt a new sensation, like some move behind her and... right she was : it wasn't really the growth, this time. But Brooke and Tamara, still 4'10, had now moved to protect themselves behind their tall ginger friend. When she looked again in front of her, Wendy saw with delight that Vanessa had taken a step back, leaving unconsciously more space for her growing sister. Probably because otherwise, her huge bust would have hit her own, and nothing good would have happened with that.

"No Vanessa, I guess I'm really tall, no offense, but I don't remember you being this big when you were 13" added Wendy with pride. This seemed to make Vanessa even angrier.
- Yeah, I wasn't a freak like you, but right now, I'm still taller than your 5'8, so show some respect to your big sister or else..."

She made a step forward, and indeed, her bust didn't just hit her sister's : Wendy being bigger than her by three cup sizes, her breasts were almost engulfed by the ginger teen's bigger ones. Vanessa seemed shocked by the realization.

"Or else what Vanessa ?"

Wendy felt the growth fading and disappearing, and noticed how, now, she was looking right at Vanessa's furious eyes. She smiled, feeling the girl's huge breasts sinking in her even bigger ones. After years of jealousy, those things, which used to make her so sad and envious, were now unable to rival with her own. Amber and Eden, Vanessa's friends, were looking a little smaller than she was, and Brooke and Tamara were now really small. For a second, Wendy understood why her sister could call her "shrimp". But not anymore, as she was now a clean 6'0. Just like her.

"Yup. I guess I'm really tall Vanessa. You're four years older and I'm as tall as you are, and well... a little more blessed in some other domains - she gave her a little push from her bust - so give up.
- Yeah, you're an overgrown freak - she said it with disgust, but Wendy knew when her sister was sounding jealous - but you're still 13. Guess you could beat a 17 years old, not even speaking about three of them ? - she indicated Amber and Eden, next to her - that's not about what you stole anymore, it's about respect. Show some now, or I swear I'll punch you right in the middle of the crowd ! And I hope you don't count on your small, weak friends to help you 'cause they're up for a suicide if they try anything and I'm sure they know it !"