Wish for Trish
From Torg Adventure
As Dave watched Trish prepare for her cheerleader practice with him, he wished that she was the perfect cheerleader. He wished for her tits to grow from her perky C-cups to bodacious D-cups, and that they would always stay as perky as they were now and never sag. He wished that she was as strong as a gymnast and as flexible as a contortionist, plus that she had the skills of both, as well as dancing ability. She already had a gorgeous, compact 5'4" body, so he wished that she had no trouble keeping her figure. He wished that her body was sensitive enough that she could have orgasms from doing cheerleader routines. Finally, he wished that Trish thought that she was like that naturally and that she wouldn't notice the instant change.
The bone got really hot in his underwear, and Dave winced at the pain. It quivered as Dave watched Trish's chest expand and her muscles get more defined, though still very sexy and feminine. His cock hardened immediately at the sight of her tight sexy body.
"Let's move out into the backyard, Trish. We'll have more room there," he said, wanting to give his new muscles a real test.
"Sure, Dave," she said with a grin, as she walked toward the back door with her pompoms. Dave followed her, watching her swishing hips and ass with joy.
"Okay, let's start with an easy one," Trish said, getting ready with her pompoms about 25 feet away from Dave. She started dancing and flourishing the pompoms, chanting, "Rah-rah-ree! Kick 'em in the knee! Rah-rah-rass! Kick 'em in the other knee!" Then she dropped the pompoms and started doing backflips toward Dave until, on the last one, she launched herself backward toward his waiting arms. Dave had never seen her do backflips so easily, nor jump quite so far, but if this was an easy routine, he wondered what a hard one would look like. He got ready and caught her laying across his arms. He threw her up twelve feet in the air easily, spinning her like a log. It was easy with his new strength and skills. He caught her and spun her up in the air again. A deep, extended moan came from his friend's sister. Dave recognized that sound -- she was having an orgasm. He grinned from ear to ear. He caught her again. He spun her and flipped her around on the next toss, eliciting another lusty groan. She landed in his arms.
Trish looked up into his eyes with a look of pure lust. Her cheerleader sweater was tight enough to show the sharp points of her nipples. "I have another routine to try," she said breathlessly.
What does she have in mind?
