You try to fix things but it goes wrong

You stare in disbelief as you behold the sight that stands before you. Black sheer lace bra, black thong, and black garter belt stockings. The Asian goddess smiles proudly. At the top center of the undergarments are white ribbons, it's like icing on a cake. Wendy stands at the door in an enticing manner, her left elbow leaning on the doorway. At this juncture you can really appreciate the new form you have given her.

"Damn," you whisper.

"Damn right!" Wendy exclaims as she locks the door and walks to the center of the room. "Okay Mr. Manager, now that I have your attention again, let's do something more interesting."

You try to get a hold of yourself. The blood in your brain is quickly departing for your lower member instead. If you're going to intervene, now's as good as ever. You hop off the comfortable mattress on the bed to face the head cheerleader. Like your cock, you stand at attention.

Wendy lifts an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Hmm? This better be good."

You raise a finger. "Wendy, we gotta talk about something!" Wendy's beautiful icy stare is already making you falter, yet you continue anyway. "I've made a mistake! I've accidently swapped you two earlier, you and Taylor-"

Wendy interrupts. "Oh my god, don't fucking tell me she gave you some too."

"What?" you say. "But I don't dri-"

"John, you need to stop believing that **** will solve all of your problems. You don't need it anyway. You're a hardworking guy who wants to be a good manager for the cheer team!" Wendy moves close to you and stops inches from your face. She's suddenly calm and it's sending tingling sensations throughout your body. Wendy wraps her arms around your neck. Her expression changes to a hurt one. "John, you're really important to us, to me. We need you, and you need us even more. After all, like you told me personally before, you want me to be happy. Don't you want me to be happy?"

Instinctively you wrap your arms around her slender waist. Your hands rub her back. The girl's physique is flawless. She's so fit. You're not even kissing her, yet the pleasure you're getting from just touching her smooth skin totally feels like it.

You sigh. "Yeah, I do."

No, you can't let this distract you! You need to save everybody before things get out of control. Wendy's sad look is just too much though. You need to look somewhere else. Make things... You look down and gulp.

Better. Her mammoth sized boobs are within reach. You want to feel how soft they are, maybe give them a little squeeze to test. Wow, they're as big as Megan's tits. What would they look like if they were a little bigger?

You close your eyes for a second, trying to regain focus. They open to the sight of F cup mammaries. You gawk at the new Asian Head Cheerleader's fabled breasts. Looks like they're going to spill out of the bra they're confined in any moment now. "Oh no, shit, shit!" you whisper.

A finger underneath your chin gently guides your gaze back into a pair of jade eyes. A confident smirk spreads across the gorgeous girl's face, one that you haven't seen yet. Wendy breaks the embrace and steps over to her mirror. She turns from side to size as she admires herself.

"You shouldn't be so ungrateful. Guys would fight each other just to touch a babe of my stature, and girls would kill to have this body. You, a person of jack shit gets to be in my presence so often and also gets the honor of doing dirty things to me." She scoffs. "You know what, I can't even think of a guy that truly deserves me. If those tall shitball players want to rub one out to me, fine. Now if those dumb dicks want to stick it somewhere nice in me they can too... In their dreams!"

"No way," you say inaudibly. By increasing the size of her bust, you seemed to cause her to hit the pinnacle of bitchiness. Her obsession with tall basketball players has been in destroyed in the process. She doesn't seem to notice the minor change to her body just now either.

Wendy faces your direction and points an accusing finger at you. "You loser, taking my blessings for granted! You should be kissing my feet. Out of everyone, it's you who gets to be the lucky one. You get to be the one who helps me reach the top!"

The Asian cheer captain brushes her long raven hair behind her shoulders and folds her arms underneath her magnificent breasts. "On the bed. Now."

Fearing further backlash you scurry over to the bed and sit on the edge of the mattress. The new head bitch slowly walks over to you. With her arms still folded she raises her leg to deliver a light kick to your chest. It's painless, but it still knocks you down. Your mind races and your cock is now throbbing in anticipation for what's about to happen.

"Hmph. I think I need to put some fucking sense back into your head!" Wendy says.