"Joe, you better not try anything stupid," she warned.
"Or else what?" I asked.
"Or else I'll...I..." she couldn't think of what to say. "I'll get Gary to hurt you." Gary Rissmiller was one of the football players. He was big, strong, dumb--your typical jock. He was also, until a week and a half ago, Amanda's boyfriend. They broke up, supposedly because Gary was tired of waiting for Amanda to put out.
"Please," I laughed. "Everyone knows Gary dumped you because you weren't sucking his dick."
"How did you--" she started to confess, and then caught herself. "--come up with such a pathetic story?" she demanded. The tears that were welling in her eyes told me that she was lying, and doing her best to show she hadn't been hurt by his actions. She couldn't hold back, though, and fell into me, shielding her eyes.
"Look," I said, picking her up and wiping the tears off her face. "I'm not trying to hurt you. What he did totally sucks and just shows how much of an unappreciative ass he is." She sniffled as her tears stopped flowing.
"He was an ass," she agreed. "You know he's fucking Donna right now?"
I looked at Donna and saw she was still humping her two lioness friends. "Well, not right this minute," I said.
She laughed. "Joe, you've always been such a nice guy. I just can't figure out why you're doing this," she said.
"You cheerleaders are pretty nice one on one," I explained. "But when you get into a group, you're a bunch of nasty bitches."
"That's true," she said, looking down at her feet.
"I just figured that this way, maybe you'd all learn to be nicer to people," I said. "And I did say the animals they desired to be. After that, it was all their minds that caused their change."
"So how are you going to change me?" she asked, still worried about it.
"How would you like to be changed?" I asked her.
"Well I don't want to be a half-animal," she said. "Or a guy. Or older, or younger." She thought for a moment. "Could you just do something simple?" she asked.
"Like what?" I asked right back.
She pointed to her breasts. They were already C cups, as big as Ms. Johnson's. "Make them bigger," she said. "And," she continued, "while you're at it, make my figure a little more curvy. You know, make this," she said, grabbing her ass, "a little wider."
"OK," I said. "I wish Amanda's breasts would grow to the dimensions she wants and that her figure would become more of an hour glass figure."
"Ooohhh," she moaned as soon as I finished the wish. Her breasts began to pulsate. I could actually seem them starting to strain against her spandex top. "This feels unreal," she said, with a strange smile on her face.
The material of both her shorts and her top were visibly straining. She didn't seem to notice or care. Her hands instinctively massaged her growing breasts. She only did that for a few seconds as it didn't seem to help her with the feelings. Her right hand slipped under her shorts. She was trying to masterbate right in front of us!
Her breasts soon overcame the prison that was holding them back. They tore through her spandex, and she helped ripped the last few shreds away. They didn't show any signs of slowing down either. Her shorts also tore away under the increasing size of her hips and ass. It seemed like her waist was also decreasing in size, truly giving her a curvy figure. She stopped sliding her fingers out of her pussy as her clothes left her body. The agony that had built up had been released.
Amanda's breasts grew to out to a DD size. Her figure was truly an hour glass now. She had a killer body, more so than Ms. Johnson. Hell, she looked better than most Playboy models.
When her growth stopped, she didn't seem to care that she wasn't wearing any clothes anymore. "Oh, God, I feel so much better now," she squealed. She acted just like Ms. Johnson and threw her arms around me and kissed me. "Oh, shit, I'm naked," she said.
"Does it really bother you?" I asked.
"Well it bothers me that you're seeing me naked," she said. "I wanted it to be..." I looked at her with question in my eyes. What was she trying to say?