Cap was right: Andrew’s top was getting tighter and his tits were squeezing through the neckline. He wanted to shout for help, but he held his tongue. “If they think I saved them, maybe I can get some help and figure out what this game is all about.” His big boobs were getting even bigger.
“She’s blowing up,” said Cap.
“Just like Leanne!”
“I’m alright,” Andrew winced. His weight was making it hard to stand. His skirt covered his hips and butt like a crocheted doily. His borrowed panties slowly slid into his ass crack.
“Uhn…I’m so big...” He was so wide and heavy he felt like he was becoming more than just a cheerleader. His boobs were fatter than his head. His hips were wider than four cheerleaders. There was something powerful, something safe in being a fat woman. It was like being wrapped in a warm comforter soaked in estrogen, and the comforter only got thicker and heavier with each passing second. His belly oozed out in front of him and, long overdue, his top burst like a thundercloud.
“Oh no!” cried the girls. “Poor baby…”
“I’ll be alright,” he said heroically, his crotch touching the floor. Andrew was still on his feet, but that mattered less and less as his body turned into a fat sphere. His growing butt lifted him off the floor until he was taller than every girl in the room. His boobs were as big and round as yoga balls and they jiggled every time he tried to move. Andrew could only wiggled his toes and lift his short, stubby arms. Soon, even his arms were too fat to move.
Cap gave a speech to the awestruck cheer squad. “This man has given his body to save us. If we had gotten hit by the ray, who knows how fat we’d be right now?”
“Not as big as him,” Shawna fumed. “Look what’s he’s done to my panties!”
“The greater good, Shawna: I’ll be gol-danged if we don’t treat this boy right, and the first thing to do is give him a right-pretty, honest to goodness girl’s name.”
“A name?” bellowed Shawna, but the others overruled her. “It’s the least we can do.” Each girl took up her pom-poms and cheered.
“Gimme an A! Gimme an N! Gimme a D! Gimme an R! Gimme an E! Gimme an A! What’s that spell?”
They all looked at Andrew, whose face was nearly obscured by his bosom.
“Oh! Is it, uh…Andrea?”
“What’s that spell?”
“Andrea.”
“What’s that spell?”
“Andrea!” he belched. His stomach roared like a lion, rippling like a lake and blushing like a peach.
“No sweat,” said Cap. “We’ll take care of you.”