Andrew’s tight cheerleading top grew even tighter. His breasts were filling with fat, growing softer and jigglier with every passing second. His hips were getting wider. He was as thick as three cheerleaders and gradually approaching four. “You’ve got to help me!”
“And my panties,” Shawna pleaded. “He’s stretching them out!”
“Quick girls,” said Cap. “Put your heads together. We’ve got to save what-this-guy’s-name-is.”
“It’s Andrew, jerks!” He struggled to say it as his cheeks grew as thick as jelly doughnuts. His breasts were bulging out from under his top. His belly was oozing over the waistband of his skirt.
“We can’t get rid of the fat,” Cap said. “Remember what happened to Leanne?”
“What other potions do we have?”
“Let me look through my purse, here.”
“My panties!” Shawna cried.
Andrew’s breasts were so big that they touched his chin. His toned, feminine legs were so thick that his thighs squished together, and his butt, which was stretching Shawna’s precious panties, stuck so far out from under his skirt that it pushed him away from the wall.
“Got it!” said Cap. She pulled out a second spray bottle and climbed up Andrew’s belly. His top snapped open and Andrew’s breasts tumbled out like waves pounding the shore. Cap got hit squarely in the face and hit the floor hard.
“Captain, speak to me! You have to save Shawna’s panties!”
She was out cold.
Shawna grabbed the bottle. “I’ll do it!” but Andrew’s boobs were so huge and slippery that she couldn’t climb over them. “Open your mouth!”
“Why?”
At just that second Shawna splashed him with the contents of the bottle: hitting him squarely in the mouth with the taste of fermented chili peppers.
He was still getting fatter; his butt turned into two giant exercise balls. Then, the room started getting bigger. The cheerleaders watched Andrew, a mountain of flesh, first shrink down to their level, then own to their waists, and finally, down to a lump of flesh the size of a really big boob.
“So cute!”
“I don’t want to be small,” Andrew squeaked. “…or fat, or a girl—just change me back!”
“Hey, look at Shawna!”
Shawna’s breasts no longer fit snugly inside her bra; her panties slid down her long legs. “Don’t look!” she begged, her voice climbing higher. The formula had splashed on her too. “Help me, please!” Only Cap knew how the potions worked.
Her uniform hung off her like curtains. She kept pleading for help, her voice growing squeakier and softer, until she disappeared under her skirt. One girl dug her out; Shawna was only three inches tall, curled up in the palm of her hand.
“That’s even cuter!” they squealed.
“Well,” said Cap, once she came to, “We have to take care of them both. Lisa, that’s your job.”
“You want your panties back?” asked Lisa. They were stretched out like a parachute. Shawna just held her head and cried.