Cherilynne wants to satisfy all her jealousies of Taylor

"That's right," says Cherilynne, stepping out into the bus aisle and cocking her hips in pose that drips sex. "You can have evvverything you want!"

"Hey!" says Megan, still sitting on the floor. "You called me a slut just for blowing him!"

Cherilynne ignores Megan. She smiles at you coyly while playing with a lock of her curly black hair.

The bus slows to a stop. You look out the window and see that you're in the high school parking lot. "That sounds pretty good. Why don't we take this party into the gym. Ms. Samson, you bring the booze."

You stuff your hard cock back in your pants. The girls follow you into the gymnasium. Once inside, you have them pull out the mats they use for practicing their tumbling. You're going to need them. Once that's done you get back to current business.

"Okay, Cherilynne, how do you want to do this?"

She moves in close and puts her arms around your neck. You put your hands on her waist, which is bare now thanks to the changes you made to the uniforms. She lightly licks her lips, then says, "First off, I want to be head cheerleader."

"Done!"

The other girls suddenly look slightly confused, but none more than Taylor. "Wait, this is weird. I've always been the head cheerleader, but now I know for a fact that Cherilynne is. We didn't take a vote, but she obviously is the head cheerleader. How is that...?"

"Because that's how I want it to be," you say. A shiver goes down your spine as Cherilynne runs her nails through your hair. "Anything else?"

"Oh, lots!" She bites her bottom lip. She has a very sexy mouth and clearly knows how to use it. "Make me better than Taylor."

"At what?"

She laughs. "Everything!"

Your cock is painfully hard because of what she's asking you to do. You close your eyes and picture Cherilynne with the same huge breasts you've given Megan, which are a bit bigger than Taylor's. You also imagine her an inch taller than Taylor, in better athletic shape, with more talent in dance and gymnastics, plus more natural skill at everything sexual, from flirting to fucking. You make her much smarter in every way, problem solving, memory, creativity, planning skills, and just generally anything that could be regarded as intelligence. You up her confidence levels to even more than the former head cheerleader's. Then you decide to really rub it in and make her family much better off financially than Taylor's. You make sure she has a massively better sports car than Taylor has.

You open your eyes, not to a cheerleader, but to a cheer queen. Cherilynne was hot before, but now she's ridiculous. Her eyes pierce into you as if she owns you. Her curly black hair is slightly more stylish now. The waist you hold is now more toned and her breasts... they're huge and they're right up against your chest. Her hard nipples just barely graze you through her top, teasing you.

"You're so jealous of me, it's disgusting," snarls Taylor.

"Maybe I was," responds Cherilynne, "but not anymore!" She pulls you in close and kisses you with her perfect lips. Her chest presses up against yours almost as hard as your cock presses against the fabric of your pants.