From Bully to Bimbo: The Bully and Brat Bundle

by Sasha Scott

  “Hello ladies,” I said as I arrived on the field with magic book in hand, “I’m afraid Coach Hines is unable to make it today so instead I’ll be taking over the class.”

  Of course the replacement was me and there should have been outrage over my arrival from the cheerleaders, after all these were the brats who tormented me for years. However there wasn’t anything dramatic as far as they were concerned.

  “Coach Virgin seriously?” one of them groaned out.

  “Oh, why couldn’t it be anyone else?”

  “I can’t believe we’re stuck with Coach Virgin.”

  Their names were cruel but there was no mass walkout or rage as there should have been. After all how weird was it for me, a science professor, who they despised, to suddenly take over cheerleading practice? The answer of course came in the form of the magic book.

  The explanation, and perhaps most important part of my entire plan, was something which I liked to call a normality perception field. It was a weird name as well as a weird effect. In the area of effect everybody inside would perceive everything that was happening as normal, apart from the spell user of course.

  Sure they were still giving me my usual nicknames but none of them saw it as weird that I was taking over practice. It was completely normal and nothing for them to worry about or go against.

  That also meant that I could do anything I wanted to the girls and they wouldn’t notice a thing was wrong. I could use the magic book however I liked.

  “Alright ladies,” I said to the group as the magic book scrolled for me to land on the page I required, “before we get started we’re going to have a quick wardrobe change. Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

  I chanted out the spell from the pages and aimed it at that large group of girls, casting the magic wave over them, aiming for their outfits.

  Those pretty white and green cheerleading outfits began to warp. There wasn’t one matching template they were all receiving it was just a collective change of a lot more skin and minimal cover.

  All of their skirts got a lot shorter, some of them so short that I could clearly see their panties below.

  Covered midriffs quickly became a thing of the past as each of them had their stomachs exposed, their tops warping into bikinis offering up various amounts of cover but not enough to be anything but indecent.

  To me it was a lot easier on the eye seeing all their sexy, young, bodies dressed in such deliciously skimpy outfits. Being cheerleaders each of them was in fantastic shape with flat stomachs and strong legs, why would they want to hide those features?

  Despite the fact they should have been shocked at what had happened, or at least mortified by how they were showing off so much skin, none of them seemed to mind. After all as long as they were in my target area this was all normal to them.

  “Wow these outfits are so nice,” one of them cheered.

  “They’re so easy to move around in.”

  “Plus it feels really cool. It’s so breezy now.”

  “Tell me about it. That old outfit was so stuffy.”

  I was so glad that my costume changes had gone down a storm because it wasn’t the only thing I had planned for those wicked girls.

  “Alright girls, alright, settle down please,” I said as I injected my way into their conversation, “I know you like the outfits but we have practice to do. First we’ll warm up with some simply cheers. Now I want you to all repeat after me. Gimme an A!”

  There was a collective roar of, “A!” from the girls, their hands being thrown up into the air.

  “Now you know where we go from here, Shelley you take over the lead please. Keep going,” I told them as I navigated through the magic book, casting quite a complex spell on the cheerleaders.

  “Gimme a B!”

  “B!”

  I just about finished casting my spell, just in time before its effects needed to become apparent.

  “Gimme a C!”

  “C!”

  Still there no magic to be seen. After all the group I was dealing with were all pretty gifted in the chest department.

  “Gimme a D!”

  “D!”

  Finally I saw the first signs of my spell working. About half of the girls, four in total, suddenly began to bulge at the front, their breasts suddenly inflating under their skimpy uniform.

  The spell I had cast was one that dealt with breast expansion yet I’d put an extra twist onto it. Shelley was just the catalyst leading the cheer, leading the girls in asking for their breasts to get bigger.

  Perhaps it’d be easier to visualize the cheer as gimme a D-cup.

  Four of the girls were changed once the cheer hit D, how would they handle going up one higher?

  “Gimme an E!”

  “E!”

  This time it was almost the full house. Eight of the nine girls had a faint purple glow around them as their tits ballooned up to the appropriate cup size, their tops struggling to contain their new assets. Only Shelley at the front had yet to be effected. She was even bustier than I thought.

  “Gimme an F!”

  “F!”

  Now even she couldn’t escape. Each of the girls had their breasts affected. Each of them were made bustier by my magic and still it wasn’t done.

  “Gimme a G!”

  “G!”

  The enthusiasm from the cheer was starting to fade away a bit as those breasts got dramatically big and began to strain into those tops, making their owners squirm around in place.

  “Gimme a H!”

  “H.”

  Some girls slowly began to drop out of the cheer as their outfits got a bit too tight and threw them off of the rhythm.

  “Gimme an I!”

  “I…”

  Those tits which were still growing were incredible big. It was rare to ever see such huge tits in the flesh. Before I’d used my magic I’d never seen them that big, except on the internet of course. They looked more like adult movie stars than students.

  “Gimme a J!”

  Even the most dedicated of girls had stopped responding to the cheer. After all they’d all gone up a handful of bra sizes. They were all busty beyond belief.

  “Gimme a K!” Shelley continued before she noticed that again there was no response from the rest of the group, “Hey what gives? Why did everybody give up?”

  “Don’t worry about it, that was a great warmup girls,” I informed them. I certainly felt warmed up.

  Before we could go any further one of the girls at the back of the room raised her hand up, “Coach! Can we please go and change? My top feels too tight.”

  “Yeah mine too.”

  “Mine as well!”

  Their complaints weren’t really that surprising. Their oversized tits were being indented around their chest hugging tops, the fabric being stretched, struggling to hold in those mega sized melons.

  “Sorry girls no time to head back to the locker room now but if it’ll make you feel better you can always take those tops off.”

  Why would they want to do that? Because my magic was a wonderful thing. The strong majority of the girls reached down and grasped at the underside of their tight tops, peeling them upwards, letting their freshly inflated, huge, soft, breasts flop down. In the end it was just the bustiest of them all, Shelley, who was still clothed.

  Even though her top was still in check the fabric was stretched so thin by her new size I could clearly see her nipples bulging through the outfit. It was a wonderful sight.

  The girls all looked a lot happier as well to have their breasts freed, bouncing around without any sort of constraint.

  “Alright is everybody feeling comfortable now?” I queried to the group.

  “Yep, much better!” one of the girls cheered, stretching her arms over her head, making her chest jiggle around. I was so fortunate to witness such a scene.

  The blood had rushed to my lap. Those deeply scandalous thoughts were running through my mind again; how would I be able to get payback
on them all while enjoying myself? Luckily the magic book was there again to answer my worries as it flicked through its pages and presented to me a very unique spell, one that got my brain working.

  “Alright Shelley I’ll need you to lead again. I want you to join me up here at the front.”

  “Okay coach!” she said warmly as she skipped over, her breasts nearly popping from her outfit as she shifted to join me.

  With her by my side I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and read the spell from my book, casting in on her then extending it to the rest of the squad.

  The spell I’d casted was a shared senses spell. What it meant was that all those affected had their sensations linked together. Whatever one felt they’d all feel. That was why once the spell was cast they all twisted their heads to their sides to check out their shoulders, being able to suddenly feel my touch despite the fact they couldn’t see anything there.

  “Alright ladies,” I said to the class as I moved my hand around to shamelessly grope at Shelley’s chest, making her and the girls squirm around, “we’re gonna start practicing now. I’m gonna tell Shelley here some cheers and then you’re gonna repeat after her. Got it?”

  A lot of faces were starting to get very red as the area was filled with the sound of deep, heavy, breathing as those cheerleaders began to pant, their stiff nipples being rubbed.

  “Y-yes coach!” was the rumbling I got back, enthusiastic but not quite all nicely gelled together. However this was as easy as it was going to get for them.

  I pulled Shelley closer to me as I unhooked my pants and released my hard, throbbing, cock. I pushed my hand under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side and with a thrust filled her up with my erection.

  She moaned like a slut and it was a sound echoed by the rest of the squad. Each of them felt the sensation of getting fucked by me. Nine girls were feeling my cock at the same time.

  “Alright,” I said to them, holding Shelley in place on my lap as I watched them all squirm, “you know the moves now let’s do this. Shelley repeat after me.”

  I began to whisper into her ear as her insides twitched around me, my fingers moving down to tease across her sensitive clit, coaxing her into action.

  “O-okay everybody, repeat after me,” the rosy cheeked Shelley began, pumping her arms with surprising vigor, “Two, four, six, eight. Hugo’s cock is really great!”

  Just like her the rest of the squad were red faced, leg shaking and releasing squealy moans but still, also just like her, they felt compelled to keep on cheering.

  After their leader they repeated, “Two, four, six, eight. Hugo’s cock is really great!”

  Into her ear I whispered the next cheer, Shelley repeating each like some trained parrot.

  “Two, four, six, eight. His desires we will sate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. His desires we will sate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. To his touch we masturbate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. To his touch we masturbate!”

  After they said those words they began to do exactly what I wanted. They began to touch themselves. They began to rub at their tits, they began to knead at their huge jugs and rub their sensitive nipples. Some of them even went and rubbed their clits, adding an extra stimulation to those tingling buttons.

  That was not the end of the cheer however. With their breathing growing deeper and the moaning getting louder they pushed onwards.

  “Two, four, six, eight. Being bimbos is our fate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. Being bimbos is our fate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. That bitch Karen we all hate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. That bitch Karen we all hate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. Please please Hugo be our mate!”

  “Two, four, six, eight. Please please Hugo be our mate!”

  They seriously could have hired me to write those things for a living. Who knew so many things rhymed with eight? I really enjoyed the cheer I managed to come up with and as they got to the final cheer I gave Shelley’s ass a spank, an impact which resonated around the field.

  “No stopping now. I want you to keep at it. I want you to carry on this cheer until you can’t get it out of your heads,” I ordered the girls as I stamped my authority on them all.

  “Two, four, six, eight. Hugo’s cock is really great!”

  “Two, four, six, eight…”

  With their pussies still filled up by my shape and size they continued to cheer, going through the words again and again, cementing them into their minds.

  Just before they began the cycle a third time I pulled out another spell from my book of tricks and cast it on the group. It was just a light trance spell to make the mind a bit more susceptible to new thoughts without putting the girls into any hypnotic state.

  It was perfect for subtly reinforcing points. Points like love for their professor and his cock, turning into bimbos and a hatred for the evil bitch who sat on the top of the food chain.

  The more they cheered the more they observed, the more those words strongly resonated in their minds; they soaked them up like sponges.

  Something wonderful began to happen after the girls indulged themselves in my magic. Shelley, who was the girl actively seated on my cock, began to roll her hips in place, bouncing her body up and down on my shaft. I could see similar movements all across the field, they were riding me by choice.

  Their cheers got hotter and sluttier as time passed, moans filling the air as they began to slur their words, roughly kneading their huge tits as they bounced up and down, masturbating their needy pussies on the shape of my cock. Only Shelley really needed to do it in actual fact as the rest would feel her work anyway but they didn’t know that and I really appreciated the effort.

  “Two… four… s-six…” the girls could hardly continue as their emotions, their lust, was bubbling over. I could see bodies shuddering, legs trembling and feel muscles twitching around me. There was about to be a messy show.

  “Like I can’t take it anymore!” one of the girls suddenly squealed, her face burning bright as she hissed out a loud squeal, “I’m cumming!”

  “Me too!” another cried just after.

  “Like me three!”

  One by one they were falling. The sensation of one being pushed over the edge pushed over another then another. Almost in unison they were arriving at climax, the air being filled with the sound of high pitched squealing as orgasmic pleasure coursed through their veins.

  Panties were soaked as juices gushed, hot sprays of bliss squirted through the air and melting lust flowed down to the ground staining thighs in their wake. Each of them was lifted to the heights of ecstasy with me serving as their guide, my hardness making them go crazy.

  Once again I had been victorious.

  However there was still one thing wrong, even with a field of nine, panting, quivering, broken cheerleaders in front of me. They’d all managed to cum but I had not.

  They looked like they wanted to rest, they needed to rest, but I didn’t release Shelley. Instead I held her wrists tightly and kept her in place, pulling her body down as I thrust upwards, sinking my hardness back into her sensitive insides.

  All of those cheerleaders jerked together as they felt that collective pleasure. I only felt one pussy. They felt one cock but it felt like being filled with nine at the same time.

  “You girls, you didn’t think we were finished?” I asked them with a grunt, my body still working, swinging my hips into Shelley’s tight passage, “I’ve still not came yet. We’re not going to finish until I’ve managed to blow my load. Just think of these as stretches. You gotta be flexible to be a top cheerleader.”

  I kept on rutting up into that sensitive body, my firmness slapping into her fat behind, making those juicy jugs jiggle up and down in place. I didn’t know shit about stretches or flexibility or even cheerleading, I just knew I was as hard as a rock and needed to be sated.

  Luckily Shelley’s body was top qua
lity and quickly rubbing my hardness within her folds was making me throb, it was taking me towards my limit.

  I fucked Shelley as deep and as rough as I needed to to drive myself towards orgasm, the squeals of all of those cheerleaders loud and clear as they writhed around, juices gushing from their shaking bodies. It was quite a sight to fuck to and it was only getting me there faster. I was right at my limit, I was about to blow.