And in the perfect world of her dreams, Bonnie did indeed possess the perfect body, at least her version of one. Standing the gymnasium of Middleton High with her fellow cheerleaders, the tanned brunette was truly without equal. While a majority of the cheerleaders sported decent sized B-cups and a precious few had even reach C-cup in size, Bonnie’s bosom was a solid D bordering close into E-range. Her rear, while not quite so large as her chest, was no less curvaceous and possessed just enough girth to its smooth curvature of tanned flesh that her skirt only just covered her panties. Yet even both of these wonderful assets meant very little to Bonnie whence compared to her greatest feature, at least in her own dreams.
She was big.
Not big as in fat, nor just her slightly oversized chest or butt, but big as in she was, quite literally, head-and-shoulders above her fellow cheerleaders at a whopping seven feet. Yes, Bonnie delighted in having the biggest boobs on campus, a fact she delighted in acknowledging to every girl beneath her on the food-chain at least once a month usually after her latest measurements revealed another inch to her melons. She even delighted that hers was a bootie that showed no signs of quitting and was a trunk that was filled with enough junk that there wasn’t a pair of pants she owned that didn’t hug her derriere like a second skin, many older pairs resting just beneath the curve of her hips and the swell of her behind. Yet both these things meant nothing to her if she could not be bigger.
Bigger than those wicked older sisters who looked down on her for the entirety of her life, bigger than the crowd of her fellow cheerleaders as to better stand out to the hollering crowds, but most of all…
Bigger than that stupid Kim Possible.
The doors to the gymnasium slammed open and a familiar voice sounded into the gym, a bit louder than necessary, “Sorry I’m late everyone!”
Bonnie, with her back turned to the open doors, smiled in wicked delight as she went through a mental checklist of taunts and teases to berate her so-called “captain” when she turned around and saw her worst nightmare.
Kim Possible was bigger than her.
The redhead’s chest, once a deplorable hardly-even-there A-Cup was now a fantastic F-cup and her butt, that sharp angular atrocity? Why, it was so bubbly that Bonnie would have sworn that Kim had somehow glued a pair of beach balls to her behind if not for their fleshy tone. But none of that mattered to Bonnie in the slightest, for the thing about Kim Possible, the one thing that Bonnie had been so proud of, so excited over that she was literally masturbating herself into a frenzy in the real world, was that she was a solid seven feet tall.
Kim Possible was twice that.
“As you can see, I had a, ah, little accident with Drakken earlier today.” Kim was actually blushing! She was ashamed to be seen at such a height that no clothing could fit her! She tugged at her makeshift toga-dress, made up of curtains no doubt purloined from the nurse’s office, and couldn’t help but giggle with embarrassment at how her breasts jiggled. She tried to pull them down a bit over her behind but there was no hiding that much butt in such little cloth.
The rest of the squad was in awe over their captain’s sudden change, just as they had been with Bonnie’s “last minute grow spurt” but even more so. Bonnie could swear that she saw a few of them “discretely snapping pictures of Kim via cellphones.
Bonnie couldn’t stand for this!
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