“This Italian general was exiled from Italy after a failed uprising in 1836. Who was he?“ Rashmi asked, eyes darting nervously from the paper to her best friend. This question should have been easy for Caroline. She had covered the European history beat for their entire time on the Quiz Bowl Team, and yet what Rashmi saw did not inspire confidence.

The co-captain was looking down and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, part of the new cheerleading uniform that she seemed to never take off. “I know this one, like, I’m sure I do,” Caroline mumbled. She struggled as best she could to dredge the name up from the thick morass of cotton candy inside her head, but was just getting a letter “G”, and that made her think about G-spots and that made her think about . . . other things. So at last she said, “Is it Galileo?”

“Not quite,” Rashmi answered, doing her best to hide her disappointment. “It was Giuseppe Garibaldi.”

“Oh, right! That guy! Love that guy.”

Rashmi sighed and put the paper down. “Caroline, is everything alright with you?”

“For sure. I’ve been, like, a super good girl. Why do you ask?”

“Well it’s just, you haven’t been acting like yourself lately.” Rashmi began nervously tugging at the end of her long, dark braid. “You haven’t been to Quiz Bowl practice in two weeks. You seem like you’re barely paying attention in class. I’m just worried is all.”

Vilette appeared in a burst of violet sparkles and assumed position hovering over Caroline‘s shoulder. She still wore her resplendent, purple evening gown, complete with its flashing sequins and scandalously high slit. “Sounds to me like your little friend should mind her own business. I would be happy to give her an attitude adjustment if you would just make the wish.” 

“Rashmi is my friend. I’m not gonna have you magic-whammy her,” Caroline hissed over her shoulder.

“And then there’s that!” Rashmi said with another sigh. “You’re always mumbling to yourself now.”

“Girl, I promise I’m like totes fine. I’ve never been happier. I’ve just been missing practice because it conflicts with cheer.”

 “No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel better. You never used to call me ‘girl’ or say things like ‘totes’. Ever since you started seeing Travis, you just haven’t been the same.”

“Sounds like somebody is jealous,“ Vilette whispered into Caroline‘s ear.

The newly minted cheerleader did her best to shake off the words, although she had to admit that Vilette had a point. “Wow, Rash. I thought you would be happy for me.” 

The tugging of the braid intensified.“I am happy for you, honest. I just miss my best friend.”

“Oh Rash. I’m sorry,” she said with a pout. “I didn’t know you were feeling like that. How about you come out with us one night? I bet I could set you up with one of Travis‘s teammates. They’re all like seriously hawt.” 

“I don’t know Caroline. That’s not really my scene. Besides, you know my parents don’t want me dating in high school. It’s all admissions this and admissions that with them. The only boys they would let me near on a Friday night are Ben and Jerry.”

Caroline reached out a hand for her friend, but was distracted by a tutting sound coming over her shoulder. “Aren’t we forgetting something?” Vilette said.

“Not now. Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait.”

Vilette twisted in the air until she was floating in a comfortable reclining position, arm stretched behind her head. “Well, if you’re alright missing your practice then I suppose there’s no issue. I mean sure you might get kicked off the cheer squad, but like you said, your friend is important.”

Caroline bit her lip in frustration. “Sorry, Rashmi, I’ve gotta run. I can’t, like, miss practice, but let’s do something just you and me soon. I wouldn’t mind getting reacquainted with Ben and Jerry and a good movie,” Caroline said as she quickly gathered her things and left the study room.

“Really? I’d like that,” Rashmi said, fingers finally growing still. 

With that, Caroline made a quick exit from the room and started hustling down the hall. She was running a little behind, but thankfully, she was already dressed. She was walking so fast that she almost raced right by Mrs. Sharpe’s room. Only the quiet sound of muffled sobbing brought her to a halt. She didn’t have time, she knew she didn’t, but she felt so awful about the other day that she had to stop. She just wanted to get back at Mrs. Sharpe for being bitchy to her in class. She never meant to have her English teacher flash everyone. 

“You’re going to be late,” Vilette prodded, but Caroline ignored the little fairy and knocked on the half open door anyway. No response came from inside, just the sound of more labored breathing. Caroline knocked again, a little louder this time, and still got nothing back, so she took a deep breath and stepped inside.

She found her English teacher with her back turned, slowly unpinning posters from the wall. Even from the back, the normally immaculate Mrs. Sharpe looked disheveled. Her blouse was wrinkled and loose locks of dirty blonde hair stuck out of her normally tight bun at odd angles.

“Mrs. Sharpe? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, Caroline, I didn’t hear you come in,” Mrs. Sharpe said as she turned. Even her thick glasses couldn’t hide the puffy pink rims around her normally bright blue eyes. “Oh yes, nothing for you to worry about. I’m just packing my things.”

“Are they, like, moving you to another room?” the student asked nervously.

The teacher gave a short spurt of a laugh. “If the unemployment line counts as ‘another room,’ then yes. I suppose they are.”

“Unemployment?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. I still don’t know what happened to my skirt that day, but some of the parents complained about my ‘indecent and shocking display,’ so the school had no choice but to dismiss me. With a reputation like that, who knows if any other program would hire me either.”

Caroline’s stomach hit the floor. She hadn’t meant for anything so serious to happen to the poor woman. She just didn’t like being looked down on. She never wanted to hurt anyone. “Mrs. Sharpe, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, dear. It’s not like it was your fault,” the older woman said, rubbing at her sore eyes. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You were always one of my best students. I’m sorry if I was hard on you sometimes. I just wanted you to live up to your potential,” she finished with a barely suppressed sob.

“We have to help her,” Caroline whispered.

Vilette’s eyes narrowed. “Why should we? She messed with my poor, sweet, little Caroline. I say she got what she deserved.”

“She didn’t deserve this!” 

“Sorry, can you speak up? I can barely hear you when you whisper like that,” Mrs. Sharpe said. “I appreciate you saying I don’t deserve it, but it still happened. There’s nothing either of us can do about it now. I appreciate you stopping by, but I’d like to be alone now. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yes, of course. I’m, like, so so sorry,” Caroline said as she backed out of the classroom.

Still, her teacher was wrong about one thing, she could help. She stopped just outside the doorway and turned once again to her floating fairy godmother. “Vilette, this is like the worstest thing ever, and it’s all my fault. We have to do something.”

Vilette still seemed entirely unbothered. “Sweetie, you really shouldn’t be concerning yourself with that cruel old woman and her problems. I was sent here to help you with your life. My magic isn’t meant for her. If she was deserving, she would have her own fairy godmother to fix these sorts of things.”

Caroline screwed up her face, trying her best to think through the haze of pink that had clouded her thoughts lately. At last, something came to her.” I got it! Seeing her like that is making me all sad, right?”

“Well yes, but I’m trying to explain to you…”

“So, if you like, use your magic to help her,” Caroline interrupted excitedly. “Then that would make me feel happy, which is helping me!” she finished with a satisfied grin.

Vilette’s shoulders sagged. “Yes, I suppose that would be true.”

“Perfect. In that case, I wish Mrs. Sharpe could keep her job here at the school!”

“Your wish is my command,“ Vilette answered with a grumble. “I’m sure I can make something useful out of this,” she added quietly to herself.

“What did you say?“ Caroline started to ask, before a flash of brilliant purple broke her train of thought. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the spots from her vision. As the world came back into focus, the scene inside Mrs. Sharpe’s room shocked her.

Gone were the posters of authors. Gone were the famous quotes. Gone was any trace of English literature. In their places were all manner of sexual drawings and explainers, everything from medical diagrams explaining female genitalia, to Playboy centerfolds sporting an array of models in various sultry poses. The once empty classroom was now packed, every desk occupied by a student whose eyes were glued to the front of the room and with good reason.

Standing before the class was Mrs. Sharpe in all her glory. Her modest skirt and sensible blouse had been consigned to oblivion along with the room’s former decorations. Now she wore a scandalously revealing, bright pink lingerie set. A pair of fishnet stockings hugged her thick thighs, tracing the generous curves of her legs up to her hips where they anchored to a garter belt and a G string every bit as revealing as the one she had worn before. An equally garish, pink bra barely contained the massive twin orbs of Mrs. Sharpe’s chest. Her hair was no longer up in a bun, but instead fell gracefully to her shoulders in waves the color of amber wheat. A look of cool confidence had wiped the downtrodden dismay of defeat from her face.

“What on earth did you do?” Caroline asked.

“I know!“ Vilette answered with pride. “I do believe I have outdone myself and even working with such a boring wish too.”

“If flashing a G-string got her fired, it stands to reason that this would be even worse,” Caroline said. As the words left her lips, she noticed a funny feeling, like her mind had grown clearer than it had been in weeks. But she didn’t have time to worry about that now, she had to figure out what was going on.

“Oh ye of little faith. Just watch.” 

Within the classroom, Mrs. Sharpe began to address the class. “That’s enough talk, we’ve got important topics to cover today. I’m sure you all heard about the little incident in my English class a couple of weeks ago, where I inadvertently flashed my panties and it caused such a ruckus. Well, all that outrage made the principal realize that the student body is sorely lacking in worldly experience. So, I’ve been reassigned to be your sexual education teacher.”

“What!?” Caroline gaped. 

“Brilliant isn’t it,” Vilette answered. “I couldn’t undo what happened, so I made it into an asset instead.”

“You couldn’t just make everyone forget about it?”

“Maybe,” the little fairy said with a shrug. “But what would be the fun in that?”

“Yes, Marco in the front row, you have a question?” Mrs. Sharpe prompted.

The student lowered his trembling hand. “Um . . . yes ma’am. Are you going to be dressed like that the whole time?” 

The teacher strode confidently to his desk, and leaned forward, giving the student a generous view of her cleavage. “Does that make you uncomfortable, Marco?” 

His gaze shot nervously around the classroom, looking everywhere but at the generous chest before him. “I don’t know about uncomfortable. It’s just, I can see your boobs . . .um Ma’am.” 

Mrs. Sharpe leaned up, addressing the rest of the class. “You see, class. This is exactly the reticence I’m talking about. This young man has a beautiful woman standing in front of him, and he’s scared half to death. He should be thrilled. Marco, there’s not much time left in the year, but I’ll have you comfortable with your own sexuality by graduation. The first step of that starts today. I want you to cup my breast.”

“Ma’am?” Marco yelped.

“Young man, I was very clear. If you don’t grope me, this instant, I’ll have to dock your participation.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am,” he murmured, reaching up and tenderly taking the massive melon hovering at his eye line. The soft flesh and lacey pink fabric jiggled at his touch.

“That’s better, but you’re still being too timid. I should feel the hunger behind your eyes. I want you to do some research and try again next class,” Mrs. Sharpe ordered as she pulled back.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Marco answered in a daze. He wasn’t looking around the room anymore. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Sharpe’s taut ass as she walked away. He wasn’t the only one. The whole class stared, transfixed by the confident swagger of the teacher’s sexuality. Even Caroline found herself drawn in by the sway of her teacher’s hips. 

“Now, class, we’re going to talk about how to please a woman.”

The entire class looked on with glazed eyes, letting the teacher’s words wash over them, as she talked about the delicate intricacies of the female orgasm. There was none of the usual chatting. Even the siren song of smartphone addiction couldn’t tear the students' eyes away from their instructor’s body. 

Whatever strange spell was being woven in the classroom, Caroline wasn’t immune to it either. She found herself practically leering at Mrs. Sharpe, soaking in every word of where to touch, how to lick. When she called for two female students to take turns eating each other out in front of the class, Caroline practically raised her hand before Vilette stopped her. 

“Sweetie, as much as I want to see that, you’re already so late to practice, and I would hate for you to be punished.”

“Punished,” Caroline idly repeated before snapping out of her trance. She shook her head and looked down at her smartwatch. Fuck. She was already twenty minutes late. With a herculean feat of will, she tore herself from the educational sex display happening before her and scurried off down the hall with Vilette in tow. 

By the time Caroline made it to practice, things were already well underway. Coach Callahan did reward her tardiness with twenty laps around the football field. The other cheerleaders didn’t even bother concealing their glee at her less than graceful gait. Things had been awkward to say the least since she joined the team. Thanks to Vilette’s magic, no one questioned Caroline’s presence on the team, but that didn’t mean they accepted her. These girls had spent years cheering together and Caroline had just showed up one day.

Gwen, the team captain, had been openly hostile, though that wasn’t much of a surprise. Caroline did steal Travis from her, after all. Gwen was the very model of a magnetic, mouthwatering cheerleader, thick thighs, a flat stomach with just the right amount of definition, tanned skin, and platinum hair. The blonde bombshell had been watching Caroline in her entire set of laps, often pointing with her pom-poms. Caroline’s years of Quiz Bowl hadn’t exactly blessed her with exceptional lung capacity.  

Still, Caroline couldn’t worry about Gwen and her petty high school drama right now. Something strange was going on. Whenever she paused to suck in another strained breath, Caroline stole a glance at her fairy godmother, who was floating lazily along behind her. For the first time in what felt like forever, Caroline could think. Really think. The dizzy delirium that had diminished her senses was gone. But why? It had something to do with the wishes. It just had to. This had all started when she wished that Travis would ask her to prom. At the time, she had just attributed the lightheaded sensation to nervous excitement. But looking back on weeks spent in a giddy giggling haze, it was clear something else was going on.

Whatever it was, clearly her wish from today had reversed it. That wish hadn’t gone exactly to plan either. She certainly hadn’t intended to turn her teacher into a walking smoke show, no matter how captivating it was. And why was it so captivating anyway? Caroline had never been into girls and certainly not her teacher, but something about watching her breasts bounce at the blackboard blinded Caroline to the rest of the world. Even now, when she started thinking about Mrs. Sharpe, it was hard to stop. Focus! She could contemplate her teacher’s backside later, maybe slide into a warm bath, slip a hand between her folds and . . . Focus! She had no idea how long this window of clarity would last and she had to figure out what Vilette was up to. “Hey, V?” She asked, breath pounding in her chest. “Why me? Why be my fairy god mother?”

The floating fairy twisted in the air, purple sequin dress sparkling in the afternoon sun. She stopped just in front of Caroline’s face, comfortably keeping pace with her loping run. “My, my, why so curious, sweetie? I’ve told you, you don’t need to worry about that sort of thing now. Just be happy and grateful.”

“Right,” she panted. “I am grateful, really. I just wanna know why someone like me and not Mrs. Sharpe?”

“Oh, I see. That’s what’s got you thinking. Well I just can’t help but give,” she answered, crossing her hands over her heart. “When I saw you crying in that bathroom, and please don’t take offense, but you just looked so pitiful, like a lost puppy who needed a home.”

Pitiful? The word flared Caroline’s temper like dry kindling thrown on an open flame, but she did her best to stay composed. “ But why me though? There are plenty of sad girls in high schools everywhere. Why did you pick me?”

Vilette simply shrugged. “Don’t overthink it, darling. I suppose you’re just my type.”

Type? “What do you mean…”

“New girl! That’s enough! come back to practice,” Coach Callahan called from across the field.

Caroline‘s questions would have to wait. She jogged over and rejoined the other girls. As she did, she couldn’t help but notice them snickering.

“Funny, I didn’t realize it was raining on the track,” Gwen said, gesturing towards Caroline’s sweat soaked uniform. The girls around her broke out into another wave of barely contained chortles.

Caroline had been so focused on questioning Vilette that she lost sight of how much she had been sweating. The perspiration from her chest had soaked through the fabric of her uniform, leaving a clear outline of her breasts. She fumed, all her curiosity replaced by righteous indignation.

“Oh, don’t feel bad,” Gwen said with a dismissive wave.“Some of us just don’t have as much endurance as others. You’re really brave to try and run anyway.”

Just as Caroline was opening her mouth to say that Travis didn’t seem to find any problems with her endurance, the coach interrupted again. “Save it for after practice, ladies. We’ve got work to do.”

“You know,” Vilette whispered conspiratorially. “You don’t need to take that from her. Just one tiny wish and you could turn that brat into a puppy or a chicken or whatever you’d find amusing.”

“Not now.” Caroline had decided to be more careful with the magic. Something funny was going on, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She had been feeling like a total airhead for weeks, and something about that last wish had reversed it. Caroline fumbled her way through the rest of practice. She didn’t particularly know the routines anyway, but now she was far too lost in thought to even muster her usual clumsy effort.

Even as she entered the locker room, she was still in her own head, but the standoffish tone caught her attention. No one would so much as look at her. Whenever she tried to make eye contact with one of the other girls, they would look at their phones and laugh.

At first, Caroline didn’t think anything of it. She just changed out of her sweaty uniform and wrapped herself in a towel as she headed for the showers. Vilette’s magic had made her a cheerleader, but hadn’t exactly made her fit in with these girls, which didn’t usually bother her. After all, she was just doing this for Travis. Even so, the laughter was starting to get to her. Before she went to the showers, she decided to take a quick peak at Instagram herself.

And what she saw was herself sweating profusely, and running awkwardly. She had been tagged in a video on Gwen‘s story. It was a super cut of moments from her run, gangly limbs flying in every direction and gasping breaths as she seemingly talked to herself. The whole thing had been set to a score with a disturbing resemblance to Yakety Sax. But the worst part was the caption, which read: You would think she would run faster with such itty-bitty titties.

Caroline exploded.

She slammed her phone down and stormed off towards the showers, working furiously to hold back her tears. Gwen was already at her usual place in the handicap shower. It was the only one with a separate curtain, and was far nicer than the open stalls. So of course, the other girls let her have it. Now Caroline was about to let her have it in a very different way. She tore the curtain back and stepped inside. “What’s your problem?!”

Gwen turned, her mouth falling open at the brazen intrusion. “My problem? If I have a problem, it’s the psychotic broomstick that just barged into my shower,” she said, raising her hands to cover her soapy breasts.

“Broomstick?” Caroline huffed, suddenly feeling even more self-conscious about her own proportions now that she had Gwen’s naked body to compare to. The head cheerleader's figure was a symphony of curves and perfectly toned muscle. 

Caroline clutched her towel tighter around her wiry frame. “Why do you hate me so much?”

Gwen shook her head, sending droplets of water cascading down her cheeks.“You seriously have to ask that? I thought you were supposed to be smart or something. So I guess you’re slow on the track and in the head. It’s Travis, you dumb-dumb. You stole my boyfriend, though for the life of me, I have no idea how!” 

“What? It's unbelievable that he might choose me?”

“Duh? I mean, look at you. You’re a mouthy little thing with all the confidence and grace of a used dish towel. You are not cheerleader material, and you’re definitely not Travis’s type. So yeah, it’s unbelievable and I’m going to make sure you know it every single day until you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of." With a dismissive snort and a flick of her wrist, Gwen pushed the intruder from her shower and pulled the curtain. 

Caroline stumbled backwards and turned to Vilette, fuming. The rage boiling inside her would practically be enough to steam the water off her skin. Gwen had no idea who she was screwing with. She may have had some reservations about her fairy godmother's intentions, but she could work around that. She may not be "Cheer Material," but she was smart dammit. She wouldn't make a wish on Gwen, and give Vilette a chance to twist it. As far as she could tell, it was wishes that affected other people that messed with her head. She would keep this simple. “V, we're gonna make her pay for that.”

"Oh sweetie, I thought you'd never ask." 

"I wish I was the most beautiful, talented cheerleader you can imagine, like a thousand times hotter and more capable than that little harpy."

"Your wish is my command." Then came the purple light and the transformation started. 

The towel popped free as Caroline's body began to bloom. Her modest breasts swelled, growing bigger and fuller until they were at least double the size of Gwen’s. The added weight pulled her over forward, almost sending her crashing head first into the tile. But with preternatural balance, her hands flung out to catch herself. Before Caroline even knew what was happening, she had pivoted the motion into a flawless cartwheel. 

But before she could feel too proud of herself, her newly enlarged breast swung upwards and smacked her square in the face. Again, she thought she’d fall, and again her newfound cheer skills saved her. This time she broke into a tight spin, whirling in a pirouette on the slick floor. As she turned, she felt a new weight taking shape in her behind. 

Her hips flared and her ass rounded out into a magnificent heart shape that would have made her cheerleading skirt look like a postage stamp. Her hair grew in twisting chestnut locks that tumbled over her shoulders like a flowing river. At last she came to a stop, automatically thrusting one arm into the air and resting the other on her hip. 

But the transformation didn't stop there. A deep well of confidence filled her like a roaring engine. She felt like she could do anything, well anything that didn't need too much thinky stuff. The pink fog had returned as well, pinkier and foggier than ever. But Caroline figured she could deal with that later or whatever. She strode back into the shower with a steaming swagger that she couldn't have imagined even seconds prior. 

All the while, Vilette watched the sway of her hips with a barely suppressed hunger. 

Gwen turned. "I thought I told you to . . . Oh my god. What happened to you?" 

"What's, like, the matter?" Caroline grinned, stepping closer, forcing Gwen to retreat from the stream of warm water. The glistening beads danced down Caroline's chest as she advanced.  

"This is impossible," Gwen sputtered, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't be you."

"It's, like, so totally me.” Caroline rested her hands on her hips, and drew Gwen's eyes to trace the curve of her newly improved body. The cheer captain seemed absolutely transfixed. She never looked away, never even blinked. Once her blue eyes fell on Caroline's breasts, they didn't move again. Caroline gave a little giggle at the reaction. "Is somebody jealous?”

"Huh? You said something?" Gwen’s posture had devolved from a self conscious cringe into a slack jawed slump.

"Girl, you're like spacing out. I asked if you were jealous?"

"Jealous? Jealous?" She repeated the word, like she was struggling to even think of the meaning. "No . . . I couldn't . . . I wouldn't."

Caroline savored her rival's stunned stupor. "You're so totally jelly."

"Totally Jelly," Gwen mouthed, still unable to tear her gaze from Caroline's enormous rack. 

Caroline couldn't believe it. She'd never seen Gwen at a loss for venom tipped words and here she was leering at her titties and looking half asleep. A dim awareness sparked in Caroline's cotton candy coated brain. Mrs. Sharpe! It was the same. Vilette had done the same thing she did to Mrs. Sharpe. She had, like, sexy super seduction powers or something. "You did something to me," she said to Vilette, not even bothering to whisper anymore. 

Vilette simply shrugged. "You wished to be the most beautiful and talented cheerleader, sweetie. I'm just giving you what you asked for."

"But I didn't ask to make her all spacey."

"I know you didn't, my precious, but I also knew what you really wanted. You wanted revenge, to put her in her place. You wouldn't have been satisfied with just a makeover. So I gave your new body the power to enchant mortals." She flew through the shower, hovering beside Gwen, and running a tiny hand along her softly parted lips. "I mean look at her. She's putty in your hands, darling. You can make her do anything, be anything." 

Caroline turned to Gwen. "Are you, like, putty?"

"Putty?" she parroted. "I'm . . . putty?" The longer she stared, the more blank and vacant she grew. Now it seemed that Gwen could barely manage a thought of her own. 

A devious smile spread across Caroline's face. She looked so yummy when she was like this. Wait, no that's not right. Caroline tried to wrestle her thoughts back on track but they kept sliding away, like a lubed up dildo. 

"You know, you're being very rude," Vilette prompted. "You should thank me for your present." 

"You're right," Caroline said, turning back to the fairy. "Thank you, V."

"Thank you," Gwen idly repeated.

The little fairy flew back over to Caroline and tenderly wrapped her arms around her charge's neck. "I hope you see now that you can trust me." 

The fairy's breath was warm against her skin, and smelled of lilac and dreams. Caroline tried to think about that. She tried, like, super hard, but the thoughts wouldn't come anymore, like Travis after five or six rounds of hot sex.  They just formed waves in the ocean of pink inside her mind. "I trust you," she finally said, abandoning the effort. 

"I trust you," Gwen echoed.

Vilette gave Caroline's cheek a tender caress. "I know what's best for you.”

Again, Caroline tried to think, but it was no use. Even the waves in the ocean of pink were subsiding. The sea of her thoughts was calm, docile, obedient. "You know what's best," she said with a sigh.

"You know what's best," Gwen agreed. 

"Well, I've distracted you long enough," Vilette said, giving Caroline a boop on the nose. "You should play with your new toy, dear."

"My toy?" Caroline said, looking towards the entranced cheerleader.

"Your to . . . I'm your t. . ." Gwen stammered. "No! What am I saying?" She shook her head, but her eyes never left Caroline's chest. She blinked slowly, as if even that required a great feat of will.

"You're my toy," Caroline said, testing the words.

The cheer captain began to tremble and twitch, still unable to look away. "No. No. I won't lose to a whiny little bitch, like you." 

Those words roiled Caroline's temper. She wouldn't let her toy talk back to her like that. "Oh, Gwennie, you know you look really ugly when you struggle like that," she said, advancing on the other girl and practically pressing her to the cold, tiled wall. 

"Ugly? No, I can't be ugly. I'm . . . you're not supposed to be like this. It's not supposed to be like this,” she stammered. With nowhere left to retreat to, Gwen sank down onto the handicap seat, which only served to bring Caroline's magnificent melons directly to eye level.

"Then stop resisting."

"Stop resist. . . no. . . must resist," she gasped, squirming and fidgeting on the seat. 

"V, my toy is broken," Caroline huffed. "Fix her."

"You know, I'd do anything for you, sweetie," Vilette purred. "But you already have everything you need to fix her. It just takes a little push." With that she gave the girl a shove, sending her leaning forward and her jiggling jugs directly into Gwen's face. 

Gwen gasped as the tender flesh enveloped her. The twitching tension dissolved from her muscles. 

Sensing the opening, Caroline lifted her hands and began to knead her boobs around her quarry’s cheeks.

Gwen melted.

The cheer captain's breathing quickened to shallow little pants, as her eyes rolled up into her head and her words of protest dissolved into soft mewls of pleasure.

"Now, you're going to be a good toy." Caroline said.

Gwen nodded mindlessly, nuzzling into the supple valley that surrounded her face. "I'll be a good toy," she mumbled. 

Caroline's cheeks flushed with the joy of victory. 

"That's my girl," Vilette cooed. "You have her now."

"Say sorry for being a bad girl."

"So sowwy for being a bad girl," she sighed into Caroline's cleavage.

"Admit that you're jealous of my big beautiful titties."

"So jealous of your big beautiful titties," Gwen said, her words lost in the vast expanse of flesh.

"From now on, I'm the captain," the words were just pouring out of Caroline now. 

"You're the captain," the other girl agreed, her body going limp. 

"And you're my little bitch."

"I'm your little bitch," Gwen answered dutifully, as the last of her fight dripped away from her head and into her sopping cunt. 

Caroline was drunk with power now. "You like, totally worship me, Gwennie." 

"I totally worship you, Carrie," Gwen's muffled answer was laced with reverence. She slid off the bench and fell to her knees, collapsing against the former nerd’s leg.

The pet name gave Caroline pause. She always hated it when people shortened her name, but now it felt different, flirty, fun. 'Caroline' sounded so serious all of a sudden, like someone who read dusty books and looked at flash cards. 'Carrie' sounded like someone who'd give you road head and flash you, when you were playing cards. "I like that," she said with a giddy little squeal. "Call me that all the time."

"Yes, Carrie," the kneeling girl said, looking up at her new Goddess with big, pleading eyes. "Anything for you, Carrie. I worship you." She leaned in and planted a kiss between Carrie's legs.

The gentle touch sent a shudder through Carrie's body. The power, the pleasure, the pink all swirled together. Carrie had never been kissed down there and was quickly learning that she liked it. "Ooooh, that feels nice. Keep going," Carrie purred, running her fingers through Gwen's damp hair and pushing her face into her waiting cunny.

Gwen mumbled something indecipherable into her lips and then began to kiss, slowly at first, but building up to steadily more passion. The command from her Goddess seemed to be infusing new life into the listless former cheer captain. Her hands gripped the back of Carrie's ample thighs as her tongue began to explore.

Carrie's head swam in a sea of new sensations. She hadn't been able to think straight for weeks, but this was different. This wasn't just a fog. This was an inferno of pleasure that threatened to burn away every scrap of her rational mind. 

She didn't care.

 She didn't need to think. She only needed to feel, and Gwen's tongue was making her feel very, very good. Her knees buckled from the sensation. Her hips rocked involuntarily, trying to pull the lapping tongue deeper, but only smearing her juices on the girl's face. 

Gwen didn't seem to mind though. She didn't seem to mind anything at all in fact. Carrie's body blocked the stream of warm water, so Gwen knelt, wet and cold and broken, kissing and licking and sucking. Her mind was beginning to restart, thoughts flowing into the mold of devotion that had been formed for them. 

Carrie's own mind was a vortex of pink pleasure as Vilette drifted towards her. “See how much fun we can have when you learn to trust me?" she cooed.

"Trust you," Carrie agreed in a breathy pant. Her body arched, as Gwen's skilled tongue flicked against her little clitty. "Oh right there. Lick right there, bitch. You're so good at that."

"I'm so glad I can please you. I want to be a good toy for you," the blonde said, coming up for air before resuming her work. 

A thought, a tiny, rational thought, tried to bubble up from the depths of Carrie's mind. This is Gwen. She hates me. I'm using magic to turn her into a sex slave. But the thought dissolved like honey in the roaring heat of her orgasm. She gripped Gwen's hair hard and pulled the other girl closer. Her whimpers devolved into low guttural grunts that bounced off the hard walls, Gwen joining in with cries of ecstasy at having pleased her new owner. 

As the orgasm passed, Carrie relaxed her grip and settled into a rhythm of stroking her pet's hair. "Oh, we're gonna have to do that more often." 

"Carrie," Gwen panted, gazing up in utter adoration. "It would be my honor. Any time you want, like seriously. I'll do it in class if you want."

"Gwen?" Another girl's voice asked tentatively from across the curtain. "Are you ok in there? It was just really loud." It sounded like Victoria, one of Gwen's usual lackeys. 

Gwen tilted her head towards Carrie. "What do I say?" she whispered.

A brief spike of panic swept over Carrie. How would she explain Gwen's behavior or her new body? Or all the pussy juice? 

As if sensing her distress, Vilette spoke up. "You don't have to explain things anymore. Just give her the same treatment as sweet little Gwen here."

"Oh my gosh, you're, like, so smart, V," she answered, shoulders relaxing.

"I know, dear. Now tell her to come in." 

"Tell her to come in," Carrie repeated.

"Actually I could really use some help. Could you please join me?"

"Of course, girl," she said, pulling the curtain aside. The limber Latina's mouth fell open when she saw her friend was kneeling and not alone. "Caroline? What are you doing in here? And what the fuck happened to you?"

"I know right? Just take a good look," Caroline purred, as she began tracing slow circles around her nipples. "Oh, and call me Carrie."