Built To Perform
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Built To Perform
When the cheerleading squad was affected by the Great Shift, they had to make several... modifications to their main routine.
— Ugh, these pants are so uncomfortable – Stacy muttered under her breath as she tried to follow the act on the body of Spencer, one of the baseball team members.
— You can say that again – Roxanne replied, bumping her now stronger frame hip into Susanne, another cheerleader who had suffered the same fate.
Some were happier than others. Because, without a doubt, going shopping to the mall (all together like "sisters" of the same sorority) and then finding themselves in the blink of an eye at sports practice, sweaty and smelly, wasn't exactly what many of them were looking for.
— I find them comfortable – the other admitted – I think I even have a bigger butt than before! – she added with a giggle.
— Girls, focus – Taylor said. The captain of the cheerleading squad, who was now inside Wagner, the former captain of the baseball team.
She was one of the few members of the group who was quite comfortable with her new appearance. Having those muscles, thick pecs, and even larger and more defined attributes than before – wow, her new thighs were a real treat.
In fact, she had the idea of continuing with the group even in their new bodies (since many of her teammates had just locked themselves in the bathrooms sobbing, thinking their careers were over). Taylor was the one who thought rationally and saw it more as an opportunity than the end of everything.
And thanks to her, they were there now. The entire baseball team, piloted by the former cheerleaders, using their strong legs, dense muscles, and perfect smiles to enhance the show (even dazzling the opposing team, which probably had one or two nerds now in the body of an athlete, unable to stop drooling over the routine). They had ventured into more... unusual, risqué, daring shows. They still kept their old uniforms because, who could deny they showed off their muscles perfectly? Just a touch of bright pink, and the audience's eyes would be on them.
The new Wagner even had a solo, flexing those impressive biceps, running his hands over his pecs and down to his abs. Even a slight flick of his tongue... would have the entire audience cheering so loudly they'd forget they were actually at a game and not a private show.
Yes, he was arrogant, but who wouldn't be with such a perfect body? The men went crazy for him; his routines were more flashy and longer. He was the center of attention. All of them were no longer considered just "filler", or something so banal and stupid that only a few people paid attention to them. No, they had power.
Perhaps his female teammates weren't initially happy with the change, but without a doubt... They had all grown accustomed (some more than others) to being sweaty athletes, with thick thighs, enormous biceps, and pecs with larger cups than when they were women.
Wagner loved the time to go change into his uniform, the acrid, musky stench permeating every pore of his skin, his wet hair falling over his forehead, his smelly feet clutched in his sneakers, rubbing foam over his tired muscles. The unbridled, playful "curious" banter between them, a few wet kisses, and the sounds of skin slapping together in the back of the showers.
He loved being Wagner now.
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