A few cheerleaders isn't enough

You decide that 3 or 4 college cheerleaders isn't enough. The Viper changes into a huge SUV.

"Well, Lorri," you say, "I was heading towards campus. But now I'm wondering if you girls want to join me for a little party at my place?"

The half dozen cheerleaders let out an enthusiastic whoop. They open up the SUV and climb in.

You take off, not really going anywhere, not even caring which way the car is heading. You glance back at the girls through the rear-view mirror. They look great, but could use a little improvement. Their bodies are all athletic and firm, but at the expense of any body fat. With an eager smile you change it so the smallest bra size in the squad is a D-cup.

Then you decide that the college is way too conservative with the cheerleader uniforms. The skirts shrink, making it impossible for the girls to sit down without showing their panties. The shirts rise up to show off every bit of their bellies and the neck lines drop to show more cleavage than college cheerleaders have ever shown.

You glance at the passenger seat and see Officer Amy. You'd forgotten about her, but now it seems weird to see her here. A cop and cheerleaders? How convoluted. Amy's clothes shift from an officer's uniform to tight shorts and a tighter t-shirt with the word "Coach" on it. A cap and a whistle complete the outfit, but she doesn't quite fit with the squad yet. You give her a rack bigger than any of the cheerleaders, then improve her muscle tone and completely bleach out her hair.

"Hey Coach Amy," you say, "how good are your girls?"

"Oh, they're the best. Wait, do you mean good at cheering or good at sucking cock? Nevermind, they're the best at both."

You look in the rear view again and see the girls' eyes go wide at the comment from their new coach. Then a wave of arousal washes through them and they all start rubbing their bodies.

Lorri, sitting directly behind you, leans forward and puts her hand in your lap. "Oh yeah, we're good at everything. And we'd love to show you how good as soon as we get to your place."

You smile and enjoy her hand on your crotch. "Well, good thing we're here then." You imagine a expensive apartment building and turn into the driveway as it appears on the side of the road.