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EC III-X: Wiggle Room Extended
🕑 Added 2024-08-29 09:00:06 +0000 UTC
As soon as Liana finished putting on that silly pink wig, the backstory of it politely stepped aside. Try as she might, she could not remember a whole lot. Surely, she put it on on purpose, with a wig cap and stuff. She even forgot what her original hair color was under that cap already.
Although the wig clearly was the source of all her memory whoopsies, Liana chose to keep it on, wondering why at the same time. It was very, very pleasant to wear, realer than any real hair, but there was some other reason. Whatever it was, she deducted that it wasn’t her first time with that wig and left it at that as she stumbled on a mirror of this ladies’ toilet.
The cheerleader outfit Liana was wearing captured her attention at once. When she stopped looking at the mirror and looked right down, any spot she stared at would get a little warmer. Clearly, something was up with the outfit, too. White and blue prevailed on the mini dress, although “FUCHSIA” was written across her chest. She did not remember any teams beginning with that color name. The shoes were canvas, of thin soles. They were snug, but there was some wiggle room on demand.
Liana found herself hopping around some fountain lobby and then outside. Just existing felt so good, but then came the extras! Soon, she established a pattern: the higher she hopped off the ground, the warmer it was between her legs. A high jump almost made her collapse upon landing back, so she decided to take it easy for now as she entered the stadium.
It was middle of the day, but not a single soul was around. Liana’s prowl gained a more demonstrative flair nonetheless, as if the whole place was sold out and the match was super boring. Pompoms that were not there before were swung around with passion, and the outfit seemed to obtain an extra degree of clueless sophistication.
Silly little bells were ringing around her neck now. Her panties were totally wet and totally flashed as the dress got lighter and less wieldy. Liana could not determine if it was easier or harder to dance with newly grown chunky soles to her trainers. In fact, it was hard to determine anything at all. Why were there stockings on her legs? These were her bed specials!
The confusion was too much, and the cheereleader moved to remove the wig, just for a second, to get a single clue. It was stuck as if it were her real hair. It could as well be her real hair. Both horniness and annoyance scales were rising up fast. The pompoms were all in her face, and she had to concede, despite the feeling that something must have not gone in accord with the plan.
She kept performing to her strongest for her ghost audience, capitalizing on the jumps. Each next one was having a more lasting effect than the previous one, and she approached the football gate almost cooked. And what if the next jump... didn’t need to land at all?
She made it count, and the top crossbar that seemed so tall a second ago was now clutched between her surprisingly catchy pompoms, and her outfit was shaken with energy, ready to transform into what Liana really aspired to be.
The wig instantly morphed into ever-brighter, toxic pink, and the rest followed from the top. The dressie became softer, smoother and squishier, but by inflating inwards and not outwards, giving an already compact body a bit of a squish.
The skirt was all but gone, letting the material flow down and wrap around her crotch, making easy work of her panties and opening up both of her intimate holes for freedom of display and entry. Liana looked down, but her inflated boobs only allowed an easy view on the revised writing on her chest. As she read “FUCK”, her entire body exploded in delectation.
Yet the ground, which was supposed to limit her pleasure, could not be reached, as the straps on her back grew right through the bar, preventing any descent. In the meantime, her hands holding the pompoms grew into round, inflated mittens, and her shoes grew into tightly laced killer heeled boots that were vaguely reminiscent of what they once were.
Unable to stop her new fuckdoll cheerleader suit from violently teasing her and unable to accelerate further orgasms with her useless mittens, she just kept striking poses and messing around until a revelation struck her.
In a snap of the fingers, the seats were all full, and the players were on the field, all staring at her in utter confusion. This couldn’t be... could it? Not like this! In the hopes that the camera hadn’t already zoomed in on her lust-drenched face, the suit extended over it, not forgetting to leave the mouth wide open...
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Witnesses kept saying “it happened so quickly”, but in reality, most people just froze in place, either confused or mesmerized by the sight. The girl walked into a full stadium during a break after the third quarter and cheered for some “fuchsias” in front of the actual cheerleading squads for the teams on the field.
She proceeded to occupy the gate for herself, and by the time some people got the slightest clue of what was going on, she already Activated herself up there. Although it was clear what was on the jocky players’ minds at this point, with this level of publicity of the incident, all they could do was try to get her out of the cheerleading sex doll costume or pry her away from the gate, unaware that even a chainsaw would not be enough to go through these back straps.
