Flipping to the next page, Lily found herself staring into the electric blue eyes of Penny. She wanted nothing more than to wrench her eyes away, to place the book back into the shelf and never ever look at it again.
However much she wanted that, she found herself staring more and more at the finer details of the picture.
"It must be one powerful camera," Lily commented, holding the book up.
She could make out some pretty small details, such as the outline of Penny's bra pushing against her shirt, as well as the faint scar on the back of her hand where Lily had 'accidentally' clawed her.
No matter how hard she tried to avoid them, Lily's eyes soon ran out of other details to focus on. Reluctantly, her green eyes travelled to her two large breasts. Between two strained buttons, she could make out the lacy bra supporting their weight.
"Stupid Penny..." She muttered again. "Why'd you get such a good start through puberty?"
As she continued to stare at Penny's chest, the book began to emit a warm glow that washed over Lily. She shifted uncomfortably, an indescribable feeling spreading through her body.
Lily's flat chest slowly began to bulge outwards. Two round and hefty breasts began to form, forcing her shirt outwards. The top two buttons of her shirt began to strain under the stress of holding back the expanding flesh.
As her chest grew, her narrow hips and even flatter backside began to swell. The hem of her skirt began to rise while the waistband started to dig into her widening hips, causing discomfort for the redhead.
Still glaring at the picture of her rival, Lily noticed none of this. Not even when the top two buttons finally gave in and ricocheted across the room did she look away.
The growth of her body slowly stopped. Her breasts, once flatter than a board, now matched the size of the ones adorning Picture Penny. A lacy bra had formed to support the heavy melons, the tops of which were visible to the world.
Lower down on her body, her hips were now wider than her shoulders, while her backside resembled a pair of basketballs. The hem of her skirt was dangerously close to revealing her ass cheeks, while the waistband now dug painfully into her hips.
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