They immediately produced a spare uniform. One of the girls, Shawna, provided a pair of athletic panties: black ones that stretched over Andrew’s tight, heart-shaped bottom. “I better get those panties back soon, and they better not stink.”
Andrew nodded meekly as the girls hiked his skirt up and snapped the waistband against his back. It fit perfectly. What didn’t fit perfectly was the top. All the cheerleaders’ tops showed a little belly skin: barely even a belly button. Andrew’s breasts were so big that his top was more like a glorified bra, which was good, because none of the girls had a bra that would fit him.
“Lucky little skank, isn’t he?”
“What’s going on, Cap?”
“Yeah, why’s he got such big tits?”
“Gosh, ladies...heck if I know,” the Captain shrugged. “Maybe his mom had big tits.”
“It’s not fair!”
“Calm down, ladies. Gee whiz, you’d think you girls never saw big ones before.” She lifted Andrew’s face so that his eyes could meet hers. “You like big breasts?”
Andrew dared not answer.
“Well, honey, the cheerleader auction fundraiser is tonight,” Cap grinned. “And I know a few boys who’ll pay a king’s ransom for breasts like yours.”
“A girl like…me?” Those words echoed through Andrew’s mind like the lock on a prison door. He had to escape but there were so many girls. His limbs were only a fraction as strong as they were when he was a boy. “I’m…I’m trapped!”
Suddenly the door burst open. “We trapped them, boys!”
Three dozen boys, all dressed in pep squad uniforms, stormed the locker room, carrying something that looked like a leaf blower. The leader smugly took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt. “That was sloppy, Billie Jean: trapping yourself in this locker room.”
“Don’t you dare, Darrin!”
“Too late: looks like we’re getting sold at that auction tonight, and the cheerleaders will be too heavy to even stand on stage.”
Suddenly Andrew broke free and ran to the boys. “I’m saved!”
“Fire the cannon, boys.”
Just as Andrew leapt out of the crowd, the leaf-blower, which was really a cannon, fired a blinding blast of white light. It hit Andrew square on, and pumped him full of so much energy he felt like a balloon. When the light faded, he was still normal: well, normal for a guy turned into a girl, but something didn’t feel right.
Darrin paled. “Oh…shit.”
The cheerleaders chased the boys out and then gathered around Andrew, who started looking very pudgy. “You saved us!”
“What?”
“He was going to shoot us all, but you took the whole load,” the Captain said. Andrew’s clothes were getting tighter.
“My arms!” he gasped, watching them puff up like inner tubes. His panties tightened. His boobs swelled with fat. “My belly, my face: I’m getting huge!”
Cap nodded. “And that’s just the beginning…”