Sam went to the pool to enhance some femininity in some lucky ladies when he saw a bunch of girls swimming laps. It was an all girl swim team who were practicing. The team consisted of slim, teenage beauties all wearing their red bikini uniform. "All right ladies give me five more laps" shouted the coach who was a pretty woman in her late twenties with c cup breasts and long black hair in a ponytail wearing a red bikini and a whistle around her neck. "You are all too soft!" she yelled. "Oh you're about to see softness" Sam said reaching for his remote. As the unsuspecting girls swam a crippling hunger descended upon the fit swimming beauties, stopping them in their tracts. The ladies moaned in anguish, alarming the coach "Whats wrong with you ladies?" she said. Sam used the remote on her making her crave sweets, as he approached her. "I think you pushed these girls too far they need to revitalize their exhausted bodies with some much needed nourishment." Sam said. "Maybe you're right, All right ladies to the concession stand." the coach ordered the team. All the girls bought ice cream and candy, tantalizing their taste buds with the sugary substances normally totally avoided and dreaded by any swimmer now being happily consumed and in great quantities. Sam then used the remote to convert the sugar ingested by the jolly girls into pure lard. Within moments the thin girls were stretching their bikinis. Once small perky breasts were drooping lower filled with fat, rolls formed across the backs of the girls, previously toned arms had received a nice layer of squishy fat, thigh gaps vanished as smooth firm legs were bombarded with chunks of fat resembling cottage cheese, and flat stomachs bloated out into soft bouncy gelatinous fat. Their bikinis tightened and aggressively dug in to the girls creating bulges if they were slightly any heavier the bikinis would rip. And as for the coach, forsaking all of her stringent discipline as she dumped chocolates after chocolates down her throat and into her body thus fattening her up into a massively bosomed, thunder thighed, huge belly sporting, chocolate eating blimp. "Nom om oh god look at you all oh no look at me what have we done. Theres no way we could compete now." the lamenting coach cried out. "Don't worry fat floats see" Sam said pointing at the team floating almost gliding on the water's surface. "Perhaps the extra weight will help them win." Sam suggested. "Well.. maybe you're right. All right ladies eat up!" the fat coach said reaching for some more chocolates as her bikini desparately struggled with her overwhelmingly bountiful tits. "Don't worry coach, I'm certain the girls will completely dominate the competition." said a very reassuring Sam whose confidence was guaranteed by the remote. "And if the team begins to lose I'll simply use the remote on the other team giving them fatigue or hunger or just a good old fashioned weight gain" Sam thought conjuring up his devilish plan while the well endowed victims of the remote preceded to gorge on candy and ice cream.
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