Amanda shivered as she felt something pass through her body, like a chill wind. "What did you just do?" she
asked her friend.
Jen sighed as pleasure flood her body. It felt so great to transform her friend and somehow she knew she would
enjoy watching the changes, even if she also knew what she had done was horrible and wrong. "You'll see," she
said, then added, "I'm sorry."
It started. Amanda's body began to swell up as she gained more muscle. Her arms thickened into large, muscular
pipes with thick, wide hands. Her chest broadened and her hips narrow. Below her skirt, Amanda watched her
legs thicken with more mass, each muscle becoming defined as it grew along her thighs and calves. Her breasts,
a large, firm, D cup, began to shrink and deflate. They flattened into her chest leaving her with large, hard
pecs as her stomach tightened into a six-pack.
"Nng," she grunted, her voice cracking and becoming deeper. She reached down to pull off her shoes as her feet
grew by at least three sizes and broadened out. Her toes were thicker and had coarse hair on the knuckles. On
her head, Amanda's hair lightened until it was a cheap, bleached blond. It receded into her head until she had
a short, gelled up style with spikes. Her neck thickened and an adam's apple bulged from the middle. Her jaw
squared, her nose broadened, and her forehead widened.
Slowly, a dark tan spread across her once creamy skin. It was a mixture of sunbathing and tanning bed, with a
light orange-ish tinge from tan in a bottle. Amanda looked up into her rear view mirror in surprise, watching
her eyes become a bright sapphire blue. Finally, she felt something in her crotch. She reached a meaty hand
down and felt something growing in her panties, pushing out against the fabric. It swelled, a thick snake of
meat barely contained and forced to push backward. It was painful and Amanda quickly pulled at his panties,
easily ripping them off with his new muscles and watching his large cock grow out as his former slit closed
and two large, egg-sized balls dropped. A nest of dark pubic hair grew around them.
Amanda looked himself over. He was a huge muscle stud, totally ripped. The thought actually made him feel hot
and his cock began to stiffen. He rubbed his hands over his thick arms and wide chest, his white t-shirt
practically painted on. He tweaked a fat nipple and grunted in delight at the feeling. His large, 11-inch cock
brushed against the steering wheel as it hardened, fully erect. Amanda wrapped a large hand around it and
began to jack himself off as he continued rubbing his large muscles. Even his huge feet made him hot and he
flexed his fat toes as he groaned and pumped faster.
Jen watched Amanda jack his massive cock, the pre-cum streaming down the shaft and dripping onto the seat
below, staining it. She had her own hand down the front of her pants, fingering herself as she watched the
changes sweep over her friend. She was ashamed for having done it but also thrilled and wanted more. Already
she was starting to think about who else she could change, and how. She also wondered if she should change
Amanda even more...
With a grunt, Amanda came. Cum splattered all over his dashboard and dripped onto his shirt and skirt. He
didn't mind. In fact, he thought having cum on him made him look hotter. "I, like, need to go find some people
to fuck," he said in his deep voice. Some of the football team were really hot and he knew he'd like plowing
their asses or having them fuck his. But then, some of the cheerleaders were really sexy too and he wanted to
fill up their little cunts with his massive rod. Of course, if he couldn't find anyone he would be perfectly
happy in the bathroom jacking off to his muscles, his huge feet, and his own reflection. All Amanda could seem
to think about was having sex, cumming, and working out to look good. He had to look good and have sex, that's
what he did, right?
Feeling a little muddled and quite horny, Amanda got out of the car and wandered toward the school entrance.
His cock dangled down between his legs, part of it visible past the hem of his short skirt. His large, bare
feet slapped against the concrete as he tried to figure out what to do first: fuck, be fucked, masturbate some
more or... was there something else he needed to do, someone he should warn about... something?