With Roxanne suddenly aware that something wasn't right, but still confused as to what exactly that something was, the gloves decided that its opportunity to strike had arrived. The white handwear dove up her skirt, but rather than going for the obvious targets of her upthrust butt or bared pussy, they kept going upwards, sliding up underneath her blouse until they were between the pert handfuls of her breasts. Without a moment of hesitation, the gloves started squeezing and mashing the pliable mounds, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through the gym leader.
"Eep!" Roxanne squeaked out, holding in as much noise as she could to avoid being noticed. She glanced down, and found the outlines of a hand on each breast under her blouse, busily massaging them. As the efforts of the gloves continued, Roxanne slowly realized that a growing weight was pulling down on her chest, building in pulses with each squeeze, each pinch, each stroke.
"What? What is this?" The schoolteacher quietly hissed to herself as she found her boobs pushing out her blouse as they swelled. However, she didn't have much time to think about it before she was back to shivering in pleasure, trying desperately not to moan as her breasts bloated amid caresses and gropes until they were each larger than her head. The giant mounds wobbled within their increasingly tight confines as the gloves continued their maddeningly expert teasing, making it difficult for Roxanne to think straight.
"Ugh, I have to get out of here." Roxanne murmured as she pushed herself back to her feet. "How do I do that, though?" Unbeknownst to the gym leader, though, her newly oversized bust had pulled her dress up considerably, leaving her uncovered from the waist down.