Carol the Cheerleading Captain

All my life I've been made fun of for being a nerd. My stepsister's babysitter thinks I'm a pervert, of course with an ass like that it is hard not to stare. My English teacher doesn't know shit about English, but worst of all is Carol. The queen bitch herself. The captain of the cheerleading squad. She has made my life a living hell since I got here.

That's going to change today though. My new invention will see to that.

It's lunch time on a Friday, and it's a game day. That means, like high school, all the jocks are wearing their jerseys and all the cheerleaders are wearing their skirts and shirts.

I have my tray and am headed to my usual corner of the cafeteria when none other than my first target bumps into me. My tray spills everywhere and of course the cafeteria erupts in laughter and mock applause.

"Watch where you're going freak. These shoes are worth more than your tuition." She snapped and began loading her own tray with fruits and salads.

"Yeah sure whatever." I say and hurry over to my corner. I wouldn't have much time to eat anyway. Not while I was playing with my app.

I pull out my phone and quick snap a picture of Carol while she isn't looking. The app begins to load and soon a 3D image of Carol appears on my screen. The avatar is uncannily similar, in fact, I developed it to be as realistic as possible.

All of the bars seemed to be in place. I had 3 categories. Physical, Mental, and Internal.

The physical changes were pretty self explanatory. I had a bar for everything, hair, eye, and lip color, hair length, eye, nose and mouth shape. It was like customizing your own video game avatar. Of course, there were the delights that every male video game player wishes were there. You could edit this avatar's boobs, belly, butt, vagina, hips, legs, nipples. All the good stuff. You could make them bigger, smaller, change their shape, everything to make things interesting.

The mental changes were also pretty fun. There was a bar for intelligence, libido, inhibitions. Hell I could make her swear like a dirty mouthed sailor if I wanted to. There were bars for all sorts of fetishes too. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, BDSM, and some other obscure ones like fart fetishes, and that kind of thing.

Finally were the internal changes. To be honest, it was kind of the miscellaneous bin of bars. I could alter her 5 senses, alter her bodily fluid output, for example I could make her produce so much saliva she would drool all over everything whenever she talked. I could also make her cum so much, it would be like a waterfall dropped out of her cooch. Hell, I could even make her lactate! I could change how she smelled. No really, I could make her armpits stink like shit and her asshole smell like a spring day. I could also control sensitivity to any part of her body. Want to make her cum by stroking her hair, done, wanna make her cream her pants whenever anything brushed against a nipple, done, want to make her... well you get the point.

Now, down to business. I have to do something subtle. After all, this is the trial run. I need to make sure my invention works.

I start with something simple, and obvious. I click on the physical changes and highlight the section that was full of bars for her butt.

Slowly, very slowly, I made it more round, and more firm, I then slowly began to increase it in size.

It only took a couple of bumps, not even two inches, and I could see her look around the cafeteria to see if anyone would notice as she picked her spanx out of her buttcrack.

I smiled to myself and stopped the adjustments.

Now... what do I really want to do. I want to humiliate her like she has always humiliated me.