Steeling herself with a deep breath, Jennifer popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry. “Please don’t be gross! Please don’t be gross!” she chanted as she waited for her transformation.
She suddenly felt her waist begin to widen, stretching at the waistband of her cheer uniform. She could also feel her butt, thighs and calves getting swollen and watched as her belly get rounder and rounder. The feeling was faintly orgasmic, and it wasn’t long until her rounding belly began to assimilate her swelling legs. All that was left of her legs were her dainty feet sinking into little dimples in the sphere her lower torso was becoming. Her skirt, socks, shoes, and panties tore apart and reformed into a blue and gold striped leotard with a gold chain belt fastened with a large gold medallion, bearing her initials. Finally her breasts perked up into perfect spheres that grew to the size of cantaloupes, and her arms from shoulder to elbow puffed up into spheres of fat.
“Feeling alright, O Empress?” someone asked her. She’d transformed into some kind of balloon empress.