Open Ava's door.

Frank decided to open the door marked “Ava Hughes”. Frankly he didn’t want to dream about the other two more than he needed to.

The door was wood, but appeared to be stained, not painted, purple. The knob was a basic silver sphere knob. Its green light was on, which Frank figured meant that it would open. Frank gripped it, found that it indeed could be opened, and turned the knob.

Beyond the door was a wide football field, closely resembling the one at Frank’s school. The weather was dreary, as if it could rain at any moment but wouldn’t, depriving those who crave the light of the sun and the serenity of rain of their enjoyment alike. There were various athletes running drills along the length of the field with various sports sounds and words being called. On the sidelines the cheerleaders were running through their drills flawlessly, in perfect sync. The only indication that this was a dream at all was the fact that Frank was standing in front of the door leading back into the hallway as well as the fact that he was wearing nothing but his underwear.

A certain bird landed on top of the bleachers. Frank failed to notice it.

Frank decided to do something about that last part. Thinking of various movies about lucid dreams and whatnot, Frank tried to… will other clothes onto himself. He decided to don an outfit that would indicate he’s not on any of the sports teams but isn’t necessarily out of place. Aware of his sub-optimal figure, he decided to put on a black compression shirt with an olive green t-shirt with the logo for an ancient video game console emblazoned on the front of it. On his legs he put on black leggings with black athletic shorts over them and black sneakers with white accents on them. And lastly he concluded his outfit by tying his long hair into a ponytail.

Frank, deciding he looked like a guy trying to exercise at his own speed, looked up and down the field for anything interesting. What caught his eye were two things.

First, the cheerleaders all had huge tits, bigger than he remembered them having. Second, he spotted a familiar face among them. The black-haired, dry girl who had checked up on him when he retrieved his bird-friend from its predicament, and she was the odd-girl-out. Whereas everyone else had badonkadonks, she was even flatter than he remembered.

“Okay, girls!” spoke a tall, blond girl, “Take 5, after we’re going to do the voting, ‘kay

The girls all went off to cool down, drinking from various water bottles and chatting amongst themselves, but flat girl went and sat on a bleacher all alone, drinking from a bottle and looking worried, which seemed unusual to Frank’s admittedly limited image of her. Not that an expressionless girl really belongs in the cheer squad in the first place, but whatever: the dichotomy was cute. Frank, interested, approached her.

“Hey, are you okay?” he called out to her as he approached, feigning exhaustion as if he had been running a lot. Thankfully, in the dream he could manifest his own sweat to really sell the image.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied in her usual tone before looking up at him. “Oh, it’s you. How is your hand?”

Frank was confused until he remembered that he told her the bird had pecked his hand when he spoke to her last. ‘This dream has some crazy continuity,’ he thought to himself. “Yeah, it’s fine. I made a bigger deal about it than I should have. It mainly surprised me.”

“I see.” She replied, but her prior worry about something remained.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re worried about something.”

She looked at me and mulled over whether or not to tell him “It’s stupid.” She tried to dismiss the thought.

“It may be stupid, but it’s also bothering you.” Frank added, trying to sound sappy while also not downplaying her feelings.

She sighed. “We’ve been voting on the next cheer captain. Every girl was paired together and the winner of each pair moved on like a tournament. I’m one of the last two candidates.”

“I’m not seeing why this is stupid.”

“It’s stupid because I know the other girls chose to do this specifically to bully me. I’m going to be unanimously voted against because everyone else’s tits are bigger than mine.” she replied quickly, annoyed that Frank didn’t divine that on his own and pointed to her opponent. “Even though I’m better at leading the squad than she is. The worst part is I don’t even want to be captain, they're just trying to build up my confidence for when they destroy it by voting all for her.” Sure enough, it was the blond girl from before. Clean features, wonderful proportions, a fat ass, and a wonderful rack. The proverbial complete package. Frank wondered if he had actually seen the girls with proportions this nice or if he was just giving girls anime girl bodies in his dream. Ava was almost all of those things except with longer black hair, a flat chest, and was somewhat taller.

“That seems to be a pretty superfluous reason to vote for her.” Frank added. He admitted he liked them bigger, but in voting for a position like Cheer Captain, it didn’t seem pertinent.

“And yet, it’s why she’ll win.” She added, her sharp tone turning into its usual placid, but with a defeated sigh at the end.

“Your name’s Ava, right?” Frank asked, trying to confirm what he had guessed earlier.

“Yeah, why?” she asked, bothered. She didn’t tell him her name before. Frank assumed it was either lingering somewhere in his subconscious or more likely it wasn’t her name at all and it was just lucid dream shenanigans.

‘Well, if this is my dream, I can change things,’ he thought, determined.

“Are you sure you don’t want to beat… what’s her name?” Frank asked, a horny dreamthought coming to mind.

“Her name’s Tiffany,” Ava replied, “and yes, I’m sure. Why?”

“Because I just think a talented, quiet girl winning the position of cheer captain would be a lot sexier than the standard bubbly blond winning.” Frank said plainly. He didn’t particularly have a thing for quiet girls, but the gap moe of a kuudere cheer captain was cute as hell to him.

Ava seemed to ponder this for a moment. It was like she was completely reevaluating the entire situation from just those words. Frank attributed it to dream logic. A certain bird flew overhead and tweeted, as if laughing. Frank didn’t think anything of it.

“I guess.. Maybe.” Ava added eventually. She rearranged her hair, covering one of her eyes with it while the other half and the majority of her face remained exposed. A standard kuudere look.

“So, hypothetically if you were the one with the huge tits, then you would win the vote?”

She glared at me. “Thanks, that’ll help.” Her tone was more venomous than usual, probably because of the kuudere thought he had had.

“I’m glad you agree.” Frank smirked and did that lucid dream willing thing again, this time making the obvious change of inflating Ava’s chest above Tiffany’s and hoping she didn’t notice yet. He then willed Tiffany to end the break.

“Okay girls! Break’s over, let’s begin the final vote for Cheer Captain!” came the bubbly blond’s announcement. She stood atop a makeshift stage on the first row of bleachers and waited for everyone to gather around. Ava began to follow suit, standing up from our break spot and walked up next to Tiffany. The girls began murmuring amongst themselves, Ava’s tits were bigger than Tiffany’s, she had never been before. Frank thought to himself they were both pretty girls and Ava’s supposedly better at the drills, so if the deciding vote was her breasts then she ought to win it this way. Frank began to imagine the ever-growing gap moe of this quiet girl being cheer captain while all of her subordinates were bubblier girls.

“What… happened to you, Ava?” asked Tiffany. She was visibly concerned about something, staring at Ava’s chest.

“What do you mea… oh.” Ava said, looking down at her new chest for the first time. Her back was to Frank, but he could hear it all perfectly. Suddenly she turned around at him with shock and understanding in her eyes, one barely visible behind her hair. Frank winked at her in reply.

The girls began voting for head cheerleader and it was almost unanimous. Ava, who had never wanted it until Frank suggested it had won the position over Tiffany, who was clearly distraught. Hestarted to feel bad except he found Ava cuter.

Ava ran over to Frank, grabbed him, and dragged him behind the bleachers at the end of the field.

“What did you do to me?” She asked sharply.

Frank shrugged “What? I just helped you win. I know you said you didn’t want to, but you looked more bothered that the girls were ganging up on you and lying to yourself.”

She looked hostile. Well, more hostile than usual. A quiet, stewing anger. “You didn’t answer my question. Did you… make my tits bigger?” she asked, her tone growing meek at the subject matter.

Frank smiled. “Yes, do you like them?”

Suddenly she suppressed a smile, then kissed him. ‘I think she likes them, he thought.’ she began to kiss him more voraciously and started to take off her clothes, exposing her bra (which had grown, too, by the way) and was about to take that off as well when

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

“What?” Frank asked, completely taken aback by the new ear-splitting noise. It sounded like… an alarm clock? Not his, he had his set to a video game boss theme.

“Oh, right…” Ava said, “I’m dreaming.” and then she vanished into thin air.

“Huh?” Frank was bewildered. He had not only been blueballed by a mysterious noise, but then the girl ceased to exist. The entire world began shaking. Not as you’d expect, the bleachers weren’t rattling from an earthquake or anything, but it was like the world was ceasing to exist. Frank, quickly realizing he had overstayed his welcome, tried to wake himself up. He slapped himself, bit his tongue, anything that would save him. Suddenly, a golden flash of light appeared from above Frank, descended upon him, and caught him on his shoulder. It dragged him around the vanishing bleachers, across a field with voids in the grass up to the door from earlier.

The light, which Frank recognized now to be the bird from yesterday, sang loudly, and Frank opened the door, vaulting through as the world behind him ceased to exist. The bird followed suit and the door closed behind the two of them.

While Frank was recovering from this, he looked in the direction the bird flew, only to find her replaced with…

“Hey there, Frankie!”

A tiny girl, about 8 inches tall. Like her bird form, she was completely gold, except for black hands, feet, and two white dorsal wings. A tiny angel? Or, given her size…

“A fairy, actually,” the creature finished his thought. “Well, that’s the closest thing in your culture to describing me. And in exchange for your assistance with freeing me, and those wonderful nuts you fed me, I’ve brought you here!” She said, lifting her tiny arms into the air. She gestured to the entire hallway, floors and floors of it, hallways as far as my eyes could see.

A happy look filled her face, but a mischievous look permeated her eyes. “I’m going to fulfill all your heart’s desires…"