Kylie made a show of scanning the crowd, as if looking for her first victim, but she already knew exactly
where to start. Why choose anyone other that the stuck-up bitch who had been the straw to break the camel's
back and the one to give her the power of transformation?
"Jennifer!" she cried, pointing down at the cheerleader. "You and your boy toy can both come on up here and be
the lucky first couple to feel my power. You'll also set a fine example for everyone else for what I can do."
The witch watched as Tom started forward only to be pulled back by Jennifer, who hissed something in his ear.
She glared at Kylie. "No," she said. "We're not coming up there and you can kiss my ass if you think I'm going
to bow down to you, bitch."
Kylie smiled and raised a hand, making a beckoning motion. Jen's glare turned to wide-eyed shock when she
started stutter-stepping toward the stage, her boyfriend right behind her. Soon the pair stood stiffly in
front of their peers and the wickedly grinning witch who was idly twirling a lock of black hair around her
finger.
"There we are," Kylie said. "You think so highly of yourself, don't you Jennifer? Hell, both of you do. You
both think you're God's gift to the school, so perfect and pretty and desirable. Well, you're right." Her eyes
danced with mischief.
Tom blinked dumbly. "What? You called us up here to tell us we're good looking?" he asked incredulously.
"What's the point of that?"
Kylie stepped closer to the jock and blond and bent over to run her hand along the ground beside them. From
the strip she touched sprang a large, full-length mirror. It reflected Jen with her perfect C-cup breasts, her
blond hair done up in pigtails, and her school cheer outfit. Tom was there too, his thick brown hair, his
jersey, and all his muscles from years of playing and training for football.
"Take a good look at yourselves, Jen and Tom. You're perfect, aren't you?" Kylie circled around them as she
spoke, her fingers wiggling in the air as she cast her magic. "Jennifer, look at your breasts. They're so full
and firm, look at them grow." Jen's eyes were locked on her chest in the mirror and she gasped as they started
to swell up, the nipples boring holes through her top as they grew to at least a pair of DDs. "You love your
breasts, don't you? Of course you do, they're perfect, just like you. And your ass, Jen, oh it's beautiful.
You're beautiful."
A soft moan slipped past Jen's lips as she reached her hands up, one to knead the soft flesh of her new
breasts and one to rub the firm skin of her ass, which had also started to swell up into a perfect heart
shaped booty. She stared at her long, tanned legs that seemed even longer, at her feet which were impossibly
tiny and dainty, at her platinum blond hair and thick, pink pouty lips. She was a walking wet dream. Her own
wet dream.
"I'm so hot," she breathed. "Oh god, Jennifer, ohhhhh," she gasped, pinching her nipples and rubbing her bum,
her pussy becoming wet as she watched herself touch her own body in the mirror. Every movement oozed sex and
lust and she wanted that divine creature she could see. Unable to take much more, Jen made sure she faced the
mirror completely then flipped up her cheer skirt and stared at the wet spot appearing on her light blue
panties. "Oh fuck, Jennifer," she groaned, feeling shivers run down her spine as she said her own name.
Wasting no time, she plunged a hand into her panties and thrust several fingers into her needy pussy. She was
so flushed with heat and want, watching the gorgeous creature finger her.
While this was happening, Kylie had circled around to Tom. Still obeying her command to look at himself, Tom
barely noticed what was going on with his girlfriend out of the corner of his eye. Instead, he found himself
focusing on his own reflection as Kylie leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Look at you, Tom. You're a god. Sex on legs." Tom shuddered as he both felt and saw his cock twitch and start
to swell, thickening and growing in the front of his gym shorts and creating an obvious bulge. The bulge
started to stiffen and tent outwards as Kylie continued. "Your hair, your eyes, and ohhhh, Tom, your muscles.
They make you hot, don't they? They make you so hot that you can't help but touch and rub them and stroke
yourself," the witch purred.
Yeah, Tom thought. He was amazing. He couldn't help but run his hands over his pecs and arms, feeling the hard
muscle through the fabric of his jersey and shuddering visibly when he touched the bare muscle of his arms.
His cock was rock hard as he rubbed himself, feeling how hot and manly he was. Slowly, one hand abandoned his
chest and drifted down to firmly grab his cock. He started stroking it, groaning loudly in pleasure as precum
began to stain the front of his shorts. Tom watched himself jacking off in the mirror and thought it was just
about the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
As the couple pleasured themselves in front of the mirror, Kylie turned back to the assembled students that
comprised her audience. "You see!" she cried. "I can make you into anything I desire. Jen and Tom are horny
sluts for their own bodies. There is nothing hotter to Jen than her own body or hearing someone, even herself,
talk about it. Same for Tom. Look at him, jacking off to thoughts and the sight of his own cock and muscle."
As if on cue, as soon as Kylie paused in her announcement the pair reached a simultaneous orgasm. Jennifer
thurst her hips toward her reflection, calling her own name loudly as her pussy squirted all over her buried
fingers. Tom grunted, spewing so much jizz in his shorts that it dripped down his legs. He eagerly scooped
some of it up with both hands, sticking one set of spunk-covered fingers into his mouth and massaging the rest
into his muscular stomach.
"So now you see, you wretched curs! Your fate is mine." The cruel smile returned to Kylie's perfect red lips.
"Now, what next?"