The dictaphone

"Threatening my friends too ? Not your best idea, Vanessa" said Wendy, determination shining in her eyes

Her sister moved nervously, looking at the two small 13 years old girls next to her too big ginger sister. "Yeah ? Why ? Puberty hit them lightly : I won't." Wendy smiled, as it was giving her an idea. "Ho no, puberty didn't hit them lightly, you're wrong Vanessa, can't you remember ? For the record..." she took the dictaphone near her lips "They had a second growth spurt, way stronger than the first, making them bigger than most girls". Vanessa smirked, a quiet laughter escaping from her lips.

"No, I don't remember that, and they don't really look like..."

But the sparkling sound was already all around the girls, and Wendy was waiting happily for the changes. And didn't have to do it for long, as both Brooke and Tamara began to feel strange. They couldn't place it, but it felt like their skin was more sensitive for an instant. But why ? And why was Wendy telling such lies ? They were short, all right, why was she making a big deal about it ? But they were oblivious to the changes, as their very past was changing to make Wendy's sentence true.

First, their legs began to stretch slowly, helping them to go past the 5' line. For some reason, Wendy was looking at them with some kind of amused face, she was acting so strange... then, they didn't notice their hips : a new puberty spurt had been added to their history so, according to it, they were enlarging to new proportions, perfect for their new legs. Meanwhile, as their jeans were stretching to accommodate those growing hips, their asses were growing and rounding up. But as it was happening, Wendy noticed something strange : both the girls weren't growing perfectly at the same pace : Tamara was growing a bit taller than Brooke, who was growing curvier than her friend. Her hips were now a bit larger than Wendy had expected, while Tamara was already eye-level with her neck, while Brooke was still looking at Wendy's shoulders.

The expansion continued, until some movement was visible in their shirts : there too, puberty was making its work. Tamara didn't notice how her cute bra was suddenly changing again and again, catching with her new growth, and quickly changing from a B to a C, then a D... and finally a DD. When it stopped, Tamara was 5'10, slightly smaller than Wendy, and her clothes had changed too : her jeans were basically the same, but her shirt had disappeared to reveal a small piece of fabric just covering her bra and revealing both her impressive cleavage and nice navel, with some very nicely defined abs. Her formerly thins arms had now some visible muscles, still light and feminine, but definitely there. This second puberty in Tamara's history had turned her into some very athletic girl : growing with a body full of hormones had helped her building a sportive body instead of her formerly small one. But Brooke... Brooke was 5'7. Already tall for a teen her age, but what she was lacking in height, she was more than making it up in curves. Her hips were larger than Wendy's, even if she was 5'' smaller, and her bra was looking ready to burst and probably at least 1 cup too small, F-cups jiggling in it like heavy jelly with each of her moves. The girl looked down at her own cleavage, and seemed confused for a second, as her memories were changing, telling her that there was nothing to be surprised there, as she had been developing madly with since her second growth spurt, just like her friends next to her.

They both moved from behind Wendy, now feeling a lot more sure of themselves. Vanessa seemed to consider the situation for a second, as now, both her sister's friend were equaling her own, and exceeding them in some departments.

"Are you sure you don't remember about their second growth spurt, Vanessa ? - asked Wendy proudly - I can't understand, it's quite visible, isn't it ?
- Well I... uh...
- So you were waiting for us to show you... what ? Respect or something ? Because this, I can't quite remember... but I'm sure you don't want to go against big girls, and still growing by the way."

Wendy looked again at her newly enhanced friends, oblivious of how small they were seconds ago, and facing Vanessa and fer friends proudly with their impressive bodies. In front of them, Amber and Eden couldn't fight, as even at 17, they were looking almost younger than those overgrown teens... but Vanessa wasn't seeming to let it go.