"Wait a fucking minute," thought Sam, after he and Jennifer had fucked. "I've got transform or dare again. What the hell am I doing? Why settle for this when I can . . ."
"How'd you like to be the hottest girl on earth?" he asked Jennifer. "Just takes a word from you. All the guys'll howl . . . drool . . . will want you. The other girls, especially the other cheerleaders, they'll want to kill you."
"Just say it," said Jennifer, excited by the prospect. She was thinking of dumping Sam right away, going to Hollywood, and sleeping with all the movie stars she came across. And takin' 'em to the cleaners, but first things first.
"I wish for my mate Jen," said Sam (making sure she'd always be his wife/girl/bitch, no way was he gonna have the hottest girl in the world just to lose her to some other guy) "to be the hottest girl in the world, my dream girl."
Jen's changes were both erotic and erratic. Sam looked a her as she became the ultimate (human) male fantasy.
Jen lay on the sofa spellbound (literally) as the fantastic changes wracked her body.
First her boobs started to grow underneath her shirt. They grew and they strained against her shirt until it began to rip at the seams, and pull off her naval,a and her back, until her shirt covered her chest and nothing more. Then the gigantic, jiggiling breasts burst through the shirt. The large nipples gracing the seductively large breasts to the extent that a guy'd see Jen's bust if she were wearing a parka.
Next came her hair, which had been done up. It simply came undone into a supermodel's shoulder lenght blond hair.
Then came her face. The lips stretched out and became extremely red, seductive, and voluptious. Her nose shrank until it became so perfect no actress could copy it with even the most expensive plastic surgeon.
Sam watched as Jen's eyes blinked for a second. Then the pupils were transformed into a stange shade of blue. All Sam had to do was look into them, and he felt those eyes screamed sex. It was as if even Jen's eyes begged guy's to fuck her.
Her torso complimented her breasts, she became a voluptious figure in the spirit of Marilyn Munroe. Still, her arms and body were thin enough to accent her gargantuan boobs.
She grew a few inches to match Sam's own height, her legs stretched out perfect and thin, and her breast grew some more to make sure her figure was undiminished. Her feminim hips, flanking her ultimate treasure, were almost too much for Sam to stand without jumping her on the spot. It was too much, because as soon as he saw the transformation was finished, he did fuck her on the spot.