There were times when Shirley wondered why she put up with the nonsense going on at the student council. Honestly, Milly was such a pervert, Rivalz was such a goofball and she was just this shy of giving up on Lelouch. Almost. She was pretty sure with a little support he'd, you know, wind up a productive member of society. Probably married to her, with a couple of cute kids. He would make an excellent head of a tech firm, if he took things more seriously.
He really was the only thing keeping her there. She was much more enthusiastic about swimming. The swim club just didn't have a reason to meet as often as the student council did, and there was only so much discussion to be had about breast strokes before things got dull.
"Hi there Shirley!" an enthusiastic voice greeted her in the locker room. Speaking of breast strokes... "Why so glum? Did Milly say something pervy again?"
Might as well ask if the sun was shining.
"Nothing, just a little overworked," Shirley said to her swim team colleague, Miya Hillmick. Bustiest girl in the school. By a country mile. It was amazing that she fit into that swimsuit. For that matter it was a wonder her time was as good as it was. No wonder that she could swim at all, those things were practically floatation devices. "I need a good swim to relax my muscles. Who else is in the pool today?"
"Come on, guess," Miya rolled her eyes. "Those three are at it again, competing like cats and dogs." Those three. Mathilda, Theresa and Evangeline. Shirley was actually the top swimmer in the club, but those three were always nipping at her heels. So they were in there, huh? "Actually, it's taken a bit of a weird turn today."
"Weird turn?" Shirley asked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, they got into an argument about who looks best in a bikini," Miya rolled her eyes, then thrust out her own breasts. "Yeah, I know. While I'm in the room."
Mathilda Stanhope. Theresa Compton. Evangeline Berkeley. Girls who acted every bit as stuffy as their high-class names would indicate. It seemed a little bit weird that they'd get drawn into that kind of contest, but then again due to their prideful nature it was also kind of easy to see.
"You mean they're out there having a bikini contest by the pool?" Shirley hissed. Miya shushed her. "Oh! That's ridiculous! I ought to give them a piece of my -"
"Actually, I'm glad you came," Miya said. "I was about to show them what for myself, but that's the problem with having big girls like these." She glanced down at them. "Nobody takes you seriously." Miya handed Shirley a swimsuit. she quickly stripped down to put it on. Why those cheeky. "You, on the other hand... I'm sure they'll take you seriously."
"They'd better," Shirley sniffed, going into full on nag mode. "Do this sort of thing on your own time, and not at our swimming pool! Honestly!"
She marched on out, pushing the door open and taking a deep breath, utterly oblivious to Miya standing back watching her with great amusement, strolling out with her hands clasped behind her back, a smile as wicked as the devil itself. All Shirley saw were her three most heated rivals in the swim club standing by the pool, soaked through, standing in a circle aggressively posing at each other.
"As you can plainly see, my waist makes this bikini pop!"
"Hmph! My butt is sublime and you absolutely cannot deny that truth."
"One glimpse of my neckline would spark a war between nations."
... And she stopped in her tracks in disbelief. She'd not quite been imagining this! Mathilda had her chest thrust out, wearing a golden bikini top that matched the color of her brilliant blonde drills. But while the woman had a lot of hair to show off, her bikini was barely there, looking more like two golden stars affixed to her nipples with a few pieces of string to attach it to the rest of her body. The woman's bottom was more modest at least, but for showing off her chest it did the job admirably.
Theresa's bikini bottom, on the other hand, was even skimpier than Mathilda's top if such a thing were possible. It didn't seem like a bikini contest worked when half of it was essentially a thong. From the back, Shirley couldn't even <i>see</i> the bottom, it was only the black strand of fabric around her waist that gave any indication Mathilda wasn't bottomless. For her top, she had on a matching black bikini top that looked as if it had been cut into shreds. The bottom sixth of it was properly formed, but every other part looked like someone had forgot to fill in the rest, exposing a lot of breast.
Then there was Evangeline, who had seen the word 'cleavage' and decided to take it beyond the impossible. Her cleavage line went all the way from the nape of her neck down towards her womanhood, with only a bit of string right above her navel to show it off better. The swimsuit was so low that Shirley swore she could see the very top of Evangeline's womanhood. It was as if her ivory swimsuit had been designed with a zipper in mind, and then the tailor neglected to install one to pull the two halves of it together, meaning that her boobs and butt looked practically split in half by the two inches of material that clung to her body on both sides.
"Ahem!" Shirley coughed, and all three of them damn near jumped out of their skin. "Well, it's a good thing Rivalz isn't here. He'd be taking a few pictures, that's for sure. And don't get me started on Milly! The things she would say."
They had the decency to look sheepish. Alas, decency wasn't really a factor anymore.
"I thought the three of you were better than this," Shirley said, looking them up and down. Taking it in, feeling completely shocked by this. "Swimming isn't about showing off your body, it's about honing your body so you can better manage excellent swimming times! What am I to do with you?"
"You could punish them by making them wear them for the rest of the hour," Miya whispered. Hmph. that was actually not a bad idea. Like punishing a kid sneaking a cigarette by making him finish the pack in a single go.
"Alright, let's go for it," Shirley said. "I want you girls to do ten laps dressed in those impractical things!" They groaned in unison. "And if you can't do that in the time it takes me to do twelve, I'm pulling Milly in."
There. That was probably the cruellest punishment she could imagine herself inflicting on them. Shirley lined up alongside the rest of them on one end of the pool, and nodded towards Miya.
"Go!" Miya yelled, and all four of them dove into the pool. Once again, Shirley missed it as Miya did something a little strange, tugging down her swimsuit to expose her breasts so she could play with her nipples right there by the poolside. "All work and no play makes Shirley a dull girl. Let's liven her up a little, shall we?"
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For the first couple of laps everything was perfectly normal. She felt the usual rush that she got while swimming, feeling graceful and powerful as she moved effortlessly through the water. Then the rush didn't fade. If anything it got greater and greater - And then she felt the wedgie. Which wasn't entirely unusual, but it was a pretty big one. The next time she reached the edge of the pool she stopped to adjust herself - but for some reason there wasn't nearly enough fabric anymore.
Never mind. She continued pushing on. But it wasn't long before her chest started feeling weird as well. Good, but weird. It almost felt like the material around her breasts was shrinking, but not in a way that pushed them into her body. More like... it was outright vanishing? It was throwing her centre of gravity off a little bit to be honest, and now that she was thinking about it her tummy felt exposed too.
This time when she reached the other end of the pool she stopped to take a better look at herself. "What the - Hey!" she yelled. "What's the big deal?!"
Wait a minute. Miya had given her this swimsuit! Oh! So that was it, huh? This was a practical joke to - ah, this feeling, this feeling was definitely not natural. The swimsuit she was wearing must have been a special kind. Reacting with the water, maybe? Or the chlorine in the water?
"Hurry Shirley!" Miya yelled from the side of the pool. "You promised you'd pose for Milly naked if you lost!"
"No I didn't!" Shirley yelled back. "I'd never - I'd never say anything like that!"
She climbed out of the pool in an outright rage, storming towards the locker room to get a real swimsuit on - only to find the door locked. What the - "Hey, what gives!" Shirley yelled, struggling against the door. "Why is the door - "
Then out of nowhere she was spun around and had her face shoved in somewhere very soft. Miya's chest. Suddenly, she realised that Miya's swimsuit was just like the others, as was Shirley's own. And that the girl was also soaking wet, which made escape quite difficult because they were both very slippery right now.
"Oh no, no escape for you," Miya said. The other three girls joined them right as Shirley pulled herself out of Miya's grip. "I've already corrupted the rest of the club. Now it's your turn - though I suspect it'll take a little longer. You've been resisting my fascination technique for a while now, right?"
"F-fascination technique?" Shirley burbled. Her head felt like it had cotton stuffed into it. "You mean, when you're always hugging people and thrusting out your boobs?! Is that why you do that?"
"You should show a little more respect for Mistress Miya's breasts," Mathilda said, leaning over a bit to rest her head on Miya's right boob. The normally uptight competitive girl squirmed and moaned lustfully. "Actually, I think you're going to anyway."
"We're gonna watch you break, just like Miya broke each of us," Theresa added, leaning in to lick Shirley's neck. Gross!
"Then you're gonna love these new swimsuits. And I'm pretty sure Lelouch will love them too," Evangeline laughed low and menacingly while resting her head on Miya's left boob.
"Alright girls!" Miya clapped. "Set up... The massage table! And bring me my oils! You've got a full body breast massage coming up, and it won't take long before you're not feeling overworked anymore."
- Shirley is getting her whole body rubbed down by Miya's oiled up breasts while wearing a swimsuit that's exposing her to endorphins. She's gonna snap like a twig.
- Back to Kallen, who has already been broken in.
- Lelouch figures out something weird is going on. Decides to do something about it.
- Another fantasy club member makes their move.
- Something else
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