Flitter Outgrows Her Sister

The following few days were tense. Cloudchaser had decided that interacting with Flitter was something she would rather not do thank you very much. Flitter wasn’t too surprised by this. She had stolen her clothes and broken her door so perhaps she’d gone too far? Probably not though. If it was too far then why did she enjoy it so much? In fact, she enjoyed it enough that she really didn’t feel like stopping.

For a few days after the incident Flitter did her best to act like things were still friendly. She certainly wasn’t about to stop since she oh so enjoyed getting on Cloudchaser’s nerves after years of being on the other end of things. Cloudchaser wasn’t having any of it though and didn’t respond to her sister’s appearance of kindness. She made breakfast and dinner for the both of them, but Cloudchaser only glared at Flitter as she piled food onto her plate to sustain her new hunger. Flitter joined her for her regular jogs and didn’t even outpace her, but she was pretty sure Cloudchaser noticed her breathing rate never increasing once. She didn’t do weights with her though perhaps it would have been better for Cloudchaser’s ego if she hadn’t said it was because what they had felt too light to be worth the time.

What Flitter was sure bugged Cloudchaser the most, however, was the way Flitter looked just doing anything at all. She had chosen to only wear her own clothing, but this was almost worse than stealing hers. Flitter had yet to get anything that would fit her new proportions so everything she had on was intended for a scrawny 5’2 girl but now it was having to cover a woman with over a foot more height and a lot more bulk.

These insufficient clothes led to ample issues throughout each day, which was bad enough for Cloudchaser, but things were only exacerbated by the new attitude that Flitter had adopted. This had started the evening after the incident in the park when Flitter came home and showered. Cloudchaser had expected her to come out in that undersized housecoat she had used this morning, but she made a funny choking noise when she saw her sister descend the stairs with only a towel wrapped around her waist. The breasts that hung freely were obviously larger than they had been this morning, taking up more of her chest and bouncing readily with each step.

“My housecoat is a bit more like a towel to me now,” Flitter laughed as she approached her sister, “You don’t mind if I walk around like this to dry off, right? These don’t bother you?” She pointed at her chest and Cloudchaser forced her eyes down into her magazine. “Of course they don’t.” She reached down, playfully tousled Cloudchaser’s hair, then went to the kitchen leaving her sister to do nothing but sit there going red in the face.

Her apparent attempts at kindness extended to her being more affectionate as well. They had always been touchy-feely in their relationship and now Cloudchaser absolutely hated that aspect. She was doing everything she could to avoid paying attention to her sister, but Flitter made that very difficult when she’d decided that she was now a hugger. She couldn’t avoid thinking about her when those thick arms of hers were wrapped around her, those round, heavy breasts pressed up under her chin, and the tightness of the hold on her ensuring that she knew the new strength she possessed.

It was also hard to ignore someone who just couldn’t seem to relax and settle. Flitter struggled to sit idly around the house like she used to as she seemed so full of energy that her body might well have been forcing her to remain active. Cloudchaser first noticed this when she caught her sister doing pushups while she waited for something in the oven. Flitter claimed that she just felt like it was the thing to do while she had the time to spare and from then on loudly shared her count of whatever she was doing since she knew how much those ever increasing numbers would bother her sister. All the time she’d normally spend on fiddling with her appearance was now being eaten up by exercise and stretching as if that had become a new hobby, but to Cloudchaser it looked more like an actual need that Flitter had. Even when she sat down to do something as simple as reading there was an arm or leg that kept moving and flexing.

This went on for three days as Cloudchaser refused to engage with Flitter’s antics which just made it all the easier for Flitter to tease her. Flitter even caught her sister staring more than a few times which only prompted her to do something with that attention like suddenly moving in such a way as to cause her clothes to tear a little. The noise and sight of the fabric giving, usually along her butt or chest, always made Cloudchaser hurriedly turn her attention away from her and cause Flitter to have to repress laughter. This teasing came to a head, however, on the fourth day when Flitter decided she was going to go out for the evening.

Cloudchaser was sulking again that night despite knowing that she had to get back to prepping for the Wonderbolts final trial. She was just not able to gather the willpower to do so knowing that her sister would tag along and cause all kinds of frustration. Sitting there her ears perked up as she heard a distinct clacking sound approaching. Flitter stepped into the room dressed up and ready for a night out. Cloudchaser immediately recognized what she was wearing.

“My red dress!”

Flitter feigned surprise. “Oh, now you talk to me?”

Cloudchaser stood up indignantly. “You can’t wear that!”

“Really? Because it seems it fits just fine.” Flitter tugged the dress up a bit. The front was not built to take breasts as big as hers and kept pulling down as she moved, but as she yanked it up the already short bottom was brought up revealing the lower part of her as in panties that were held tight, showing every curve of her. “The back was a tough fit though, mind taking a look?”

Flitter turned around and Cloudchaser looked in horror as there was a long split right down from Flitter’s muscled shoulders to her lower back. She continued to survey the damage her sister’s body had caused to it such as the arms being torn apart by her biceps, the bottom straining from her hips and butt, and the whole thing overall being so pulled out of shape she was sure it would never be wearable by her again. As Flitter turned to face her again and stepped closer she began to realize how great the height gap was now.

“Oh, did I make you speechless again, ‘Chaser?” She looked back and forth from Cloudchaser’s eyes and where she was staring. “What? Do you like being nearly eye level with my nipples? Well don’t worry. For one thing I couldn’t get any of your bras to work so I had to go without, but I think they look better free like this. And for another thing...” She took a step back and raised her right leg up with no issue at all maintaining her balance or stretching her muscles until her foot was right in Cloudchaser’s face. The heels she was wearing were also taken from her, but her toes were right off the end and the straps were holding so tight against her skin that they would leave marks. “I do have an extra six inches from these. I don’t think I’ll keep them though.” Flitter arched her foot and the straps snapped causing the heel to clatter the ground. She put her weight on her now bare foot and broke the other off as well.

“See, ‘Chaser? This is much better isn’t it?” She pulled her still stunned sister in for a hug. “Isn’t this nice? Your face goes right against my collar and my breasts can rest under your chin. I can even put my head on top of yours! You know what this means?

Flitter held her a little longer, letting her think, all while she enjoyed this perspective looking down at her sister so close to her and just loving how small she felt in her arms like this. Finally she released her, put her hands on her shoulders and pushed her away while bending over to look into her eyes.

“It means that you know how it feels now. What’s it like having a sister 8 inches taller? How does it feel to be me? Or what I used to be.”

Cloudchaser’s muteness was cured again as she steeled her jaw. “I didn’t do anything like this to you.”

“Ooooh really? Let’s think. How about that dance, grade eleven? Your dress didn’t get its alterations in time because of your little spurt and I so kindly let you take my favourite, the one I planned to wear, after you begged me. Then you ruined it. The whole thing was stretched out and completely unwearable after that night. Maybe your memory wasn’t jogged looking at me because,” she stretched her shoulders back behind her, causing the front of the dress to finally rip along the top of her breasts, “this one fits me much, much worse.”

Whatever fight Cloudchaser had left in her was finally gone. There was nothing she could say to her sister with her new attitude and there was no way she could do anything to her physically anymore.

“Fine, keep it then.”

“No thanks.”

Flitter reached her left arm down to her hip, balled some fabric in her hand, and pulled up and across her body. The fabric sheared easily from the power in Flitter’s arm it tearing cleanly apart until it was hanging limply with stray strands of thread floating idly in the air.

“It’s ruined. You can keep it.” Flitter said before flicking her wrist to toss the mess of red material in her sister’s face.

Cloudchaser pulled it down and simply stared as her favourite red dress lay tattered in her arms. Flitter spoke again, causing her head to shoot up to see her sister’s naked body walking away.

“I’m getting workout clothes that will actually fit me tomorrow and then you and I are going back to the gym. I’ll see you there.”