Improving Arthur

"I wish..." Megan trailed off as she deliberately walked heavily around to the front of the anchor desk, her platform boots loudly tapping on the floor, keeping her eyes on Arthur. He glanced over at the statue that had once been a teacher.

She leaned against the desk and finished her thought. "...you were a huge stud with big muscles and a big cock."

Arthur's gasp was almost as loud as the noise of his shirt ripping as his chest and arms bulged. His pants weren't too far behind, with his legs lengthening to provide him some new height even as they thickened with muscle. His glasses clattered to the ground, having somehow been knocked off while his facial features altered into obvious handsomeness.

His shoes had been partly split open by his suddenly larger feet, and as the destroyed clothing fell away from his body -- revealing evenly tanned skin that stretched over his well-developed form -- he had to hold down the back of one shoe with his other foot so he could step out of it.

While he busied himself with that, Megan was removing the top of her cheerleader uniform. "Oh, Arthur," she said breathily.

The uniform top was little more than a sports bra, so there wasn't anything under it, which meant that Arthur looked up and saw a pair of uncovered melon-sized breasts. His tighty-whities had been doing an adequate job of holding in his new equipment, but as the blood rushed to it and it engorged, there was a "twang" as it overwhelmed the elastic.

"I saw you looking at these before," said Megan, as she started caressing her breasts with her hands and arms. "I don't blame you. I wished them this size this morning."

Arthur was breathing heavily.

Megan pushed them upwards and pressed them together to create an inviting valley of cleavage. "So what are you waiting for? Give me a titfuck!"

She slid down against the desk a bit to make it easier. Arthur didn't need any additional prompting, and his cock was already slick with precum. It was just about the perfect size to disappear between the warm pillows as he thrust all the way in. Megan tweaked her nipples, heating herself up as Arthur retreated and advanced.

He didn't last very long, but managed to grunt, "I'm cumming," half a second before he shot sticky warm liquid all over Megan's neck and upper chest. He stepped back, panting a bit.

Megan wiped a bit of semen off with a finger and experimentally tasted it. "Ugh, I wish your cum tasted a lot better," she said. Another finger test, and now it was like the icing from a cinnamon roll. "Mmm," she said, and used more fingers for a bigger sampling.

Arthur had gone sadly flaccid, and his newly attractive face had a "what do I do now?" expression. Megan noticed, and said, "I wish you recovered instantly after you cum."

In the blink of an eye, Arthur was erect again. He took half a step back toward Megan, but she held up a saliva- and cum-covered hand. "Hold on," she said, and then...