The dictaphone

The training was really easy for the new Peter. So easy it was almost disappointing. When he went back to the locker room, everyone was having a nice word for him, but even if it felt good, he could still hear this voice inside him.

Why do you stay with losers like them ? Change ! Alter yourself !

Yeah, the voice was right. He should. He would. But as he was thinking about it, one of the guys, opening the locker room to get out suddenly said "Hey flatty ! Waiting for your boyfriend ?" and then laughed before leaving. Peter had almost forgotten about her. So, she was waiting for him. Okay, he'd just have to change her, find an idea... but first, he should secure the situation.

"Angie won't see or hear me using the dictaphone, she won't notice anything about it and will even forget about it." he recorded and after letting the rest of the team leaving the locker room, all congratulating him, he got out and found Angie still there. Wait, she was supposed to have forgotten !

"Peter ! Give it back ?
- Give... what ? said a wondering Peter.
- The thing you stole from me ! My friend Lucy told me you stole something and I trust her ! What is it ? Give it back ? You'd better or..."

But Peter wasn't listening to her. He was listening to the voice in his mind.

Come on, Peter ! She's so boring ! Use your powers !

Peter had already the dictaphone in his hand, Angie unable to see it, when he said.

"Angie is super cute."

He felt stupid but the second he said it, it came true. He wanted to see if it would work, and was sure when Angie's glasses vanished, revealing an already somehow cute face, but soon really attractive. She was still looking pissed off, but it was a better show, now.

"So ? Will you give what you took back ? Or should I call the cops ?"

Peter, look at her ! She looks like an angel ! Every boy fantasize about an angel's face on a whore's body ! Make it true !


"Angie has a super hot body." recorded Peter, following the voice of his darkest desires. She was boring ? She would be his guinea pig.

Angie's face was still super cute, but under her neck, her childish body was suddenly developing. Her legs stretched, her skinny stomach turned into a flat solid one under her shirt, her hips suddenly grew and her ass followed the move, rounding up ,until it was a bait for hands, and spheres grew in her shirt until a respectable pair of DD cups were swaying in her shirt as she was still speaking angrily to him. All of her clothes changed, and became colored, molding ones, displaying the roundness of her new curves perfectly, and giving good ideas of the undergarment under. Angie was definitely a nine. Or nearing ten now, with her face and body. She had a body calling for sex, and the face of an innocent.

"So, did you make your choice ?
- What ?
- Giving it back ! The thing ! Or else, as the cheerleader captain, good or not, I'll tell the coach to kick you of the team because you..."

So, Angie was the cheerleading captain ? With such a body, she had what the job needed, and then some. Peter was thinking about going out with this new cheerleader. It would probably make him super popular. Still, he was a boob man, and his eyes were locked on the newgrown wonders under Angie's shirt.

"Stop staring at me ! Super player or not, you're never going to touch my breasts, I don't go out with thieves !"

Show her, Peter ! Show them all ! She wants what's yours, make HER yours ! And make her so they'll all drool !

Peter had a hard on looking at the hot chick Angie was, and he badly wanted her. But he wanted more than this. He wanted her like a fantasy.

"Angie's breasts grew so fucking huge and heavy she's out of the cheerleading squad, now."

His finger pressed the stop button, and Angie's breasts suddenly grew, stretching the fabric of her shirt, and the bra under it enlarging too. Now, Peter was agape, looking at the girl's body changing into an exaggerated version of any porn he had ever seen, Angie's breasts closing on him at full speed, while expanding on her side as there wasn't much space on her torso. The cheerleader captain shirt distorted itself over the enlarging orbs for several seconds, until eventually, changing. as Angie past the K cups. When she reached M cups and had things bigger than her own head by a good margin on her chest, the growth stopped, and Angie was pointing her enormous breasts right at Peter, before slouching a little.

"Ouch ! Give it back, Peter ! I don't have much time, this bra is digging into me.
- Uh... right.
- Come on ! I was a cheerleader before this second growth spurt, be cool and remember it !"

She's yours ! Yours ! If not, someone else will take her ! Don't let them ! She's your creation

Peter pressed the record button for the big finish.

"Angie forget about anything being stolen from her. She's just here because she loves showing her boobs to me, as she's crazy about me. She's a queen at blowjobs, and is okay for everything for as long as I allow her to have sex with me."

Angie suddenly felt like her boobs were even heavier, and took a step back, her hands under them. Then, her mind went blurry and... she wasn't furious anymore. She was just... warm. Hot. Burning. Her hands went down from her titanic rack to the bottom of her stretched shirt, and she began to play with it, rising it slowly.

"So, Peter... is the locker room empty ? Because I feel like taking, like, a shower !" she giggled.

God. She was super cute. Super hot. Super busty. And hitting on him. Peter opened the locker room door and grinned : he was the best player here and he was gonna bang the hottest chick he knew ! Angie ran while bouncing heavily in the locker room, threw her poor shirt on the floor revealing her massive tits in their custom bra, and kissed deeply Peter as he closed the door. She plunged a hand in his pants and smiled up at him "Is this for me ?"

After warming things up with a crazily good blowjob, Angie did everything he wanted, under the shower, on the benches, against the walls and eventually, Peter was fucking her doggy style, her boobs mashing the floor, in the middle of the locker room. He came in her, grunting, and she squirmed.

"Was it good honey ? You'll let me, like, do it again, right ?
- Yes, baby. Now, pack those big jugs of yours and go wait for me in my car, we're going home, the day isn't over.
- Like, your car ? But you have none ?
- Not yet..."

And within a moments, Angie was bouncing to get in the flashy red muscle car she always remembered her boyfriend having.