"Oh God... Not here! Not now!"
The walls of the locker room echoed with Laura's frustrated grunts as she tried to shove her swelling tits back into her swimsuit. It wasn't supposed to do this! The old crone at the shop had warned her that wearing it and using its magic to flatten her chest and streamline her figure for swim meets would cause her breasts to grow while she wore it. She knew this and accepted it, figuring she could deal with bigger boobs after she set her new record.
Laura had watched, practice after practice, as her chest smoothed out while putting the swimsuit on, only for her breasts to swell outward when she took them off. Her D cups were enough to slow her down in the water, enough to make her want to be flatter, but after a few months, she was closer to the end of the alphabet to the beginning. Finding bras was next to impossible and she bulged obscenely under all of her shirts. But she figured she could handle it, as long as the swimsuit could make her chest flat during the big meet.
Why the swimsuit's magic was failing now, moments before her event, she had no idea and she had even less of an idea of what to do. If she took it off, her enormous tits would flop out and there was no telling if she'd be able to flatten them afterwards. If she didn't take it off, she would at least be in a better spot for the meet, but what was clearly now a curse was rapidly making things harder for her. What she had no way of knowing, though, was that, at that moment, as she kneaded her tits and whined, as they swelled steadily outward in her grip, the strap behind her neck was starting to rip...
