At about 5AM that morning, it began to storm. Hard. A clap of thunder awoke the muscley pink dragozon from a particularly vivid wet dream. She stirred awake, lifting her scaly eyelids and lamenting that her dream about using the CN Tower as a phallus was not real. Kimmy giggled a bit at the large pool of her juices that had collected on the gym floor; the entire gymnasium was now humid with her scent. Not that that bothered her one bit. She smiled, it would be an hour before anyone even arrived at the school, and at least a half hour before sun up. Daintily and naughtily she tilted her head downward to her dirty yellow colored pussy and took in a whiff of her arousal. She was just about to draw a claw down her moist folds and get her big self off when a notion of worry hit her. The machine was on the roof and it was storming. What if it was struck by lightning? What if Richard’s van leaks? What if somebody finds it?
All somewhat remote possibilities, but she didn’t want to take any chances. The musclebound dragozon acted. Squeezing her massive form (and even more massive tits) out into the pouring rain, she quickly collected the machine from the van, keeping it safely tucked under her firm, shelf-like tits so it wouldn’t get wet. She returned to the gym and it was nearly 5:30. If this keeps up, she thought, the cheerleading squad will have to have their morning practice here instead of outside. Kimmy grinned a mischeivous grin. I always wanted a petting zoo.
It took her a bit to program the machine as she wanted, carefully adjusting the dials and switches with her huge claws, but she did it. There was a multi-tasking system on the machine, so more than one transformation could be performed at one time. She knew the five members of the Varsity cheerleading squad (but not well, just enough to know their names and personalities), and set up custom transformations for them. She made sure to include mental alterations so they wouldn’t get hung up on “being a freak” or “what will my boyfriend think” or anything like that. Just happy, macrophilic and lusty versions of their former selves, the dragozon thought. My own not so little harem. She moistened anew between her thick, pink thighs, and shivered at the thought of what she was about to do. “Patience, my pet.” She said to her vagina, musing.
Mindy was the first to arrive. She was a rough and tumble street girl, and hadn’t changed into her uniform yet, but was rather wearing a slightly tight t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that showed off her runner’s legs. She didn’t noticed Kimmy at first, somehow, so the machine’s blast caught her totally off guard, and by the time she realized what was happening, the mental alteration was too far along for her to be against it. Kimmy had assigned them different species according to their personalities, so Mindy thickened up, grew up and furred up with white and gray colors. She was becoming a make-shift wolfazon. Her moan became a low growl as her face sprouted a coat of white fur and elongated into a sultry, toothy muzzle. Mindy’s already muscular body became even more so as her legs bulged with hard curves and striations, the jean shorts quickly disappearing into her rapidly enlarging bubble butt. The button on her jeans popped off and pinged to the gym floor and her zipper tore, revealing the beginnings of her vaginal bulge, now colored white, and below that, Kimmy saw that was little of her nether regions that were still covered by the denim fabric was clearly working overtime; her jeans were darkening with an oncoming flow of juices. As she ascended in height, her breasts blew up like balloons, her shirt eventually tearing a horizontal, oval-shaped hole between her expanding cleavage. The hole widened and grew as her white tits did, and they eventually flowed out of it, each as big as a basketball. Kimmy took to watching Mindy’s biceps enlarge and have their own audible tug of war with the shirt-sleeves, and was so entranced that she almost didn’t notice three more members of the cheerleading team enter to see what all the noise was about.
Audrey, a very, very buff girl that Kimmy had had a secret crush on her freshman year, and the school’s two biggest cum-dumpsters: the Morrison twins, Cindy and Susie, had arrived. Kimmy took advantage of their paralyzing shock and fired.
Audrey’s uniformed literally disintegrated seconds after the blast hit her. Hers was the transformation that involved the most growth, for Kimmy had intended for her the form of a macro zebra. She quickly whinnied up to 15 feet, eclipsing Mindy’s final height by at least five, her tight, striped breasts obliterating any hope that she would ever be able to see her hoofed feet, and perhaps even her new, bulgingly muscular thighs. Even her six pack would be a stretch, now.
The Morrison twins had identical transformations, and perhaps the most fitting, too. Sluts that they were, they rapidly bulged and stretched their way to becoming macro-vixens, about 8 or 9 feet in height, with fittingly enormous (even compared to the other impressive endowments currently filling the room) breasts. Watching them bust out of their uniforms simultaneously, Kimmy hoped that she had given them enough extra back strength to hold those babies up. Their hips flared with a voluptuous softness, and then their bodies muscled up considerably to prepare for the onslaught of tit-weight. The four orbs inflated like balloons hooked up to an electronic pump; no pulsing, just all out inflation that didn’t stop until both of their white furred chests stuck out four feet in front of them, proportionately double Audrey’s considerable breast augmentation.
Wondering vaguely where the fifth member of the squad was (Kelly, the tiny, mousey honors student who was obviously forced onto the squad by her parents), but figuring she’d show up eventually, Kimmy had another realization: while her plan had worked she had no idea what she would do with the menagerie she had created. There was of course, the obvious, but…
The transformed squad looked up to huge dragozon, and to each other, wantonly. Kimmy was still the biggest, she was still in charge. Nonchalantly sliding the machine the into the corner with her thigh, she sighed a lusty sigh, and decided to just “wing it”. Then…
Fri Jan 18 22:00:36 2002