Kristi leaned up against the wall, waiting for Brian to return. A few minutes passed before one of the football players came out. It was Brad, one of the defensive linemen. He saw Kristi and decided to approach her.
"Hey, baby,' he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and massaging them a little bit. "What do you say to you and me going out on Friday night? I'll show you a good time."
"No thanks," Kristi replied, pulling away. "I don't feel like contracting syphilis." She turned around. Brad was about 6'3" and weighed around 250 pounds. He had 16" biceps.
"Who said I have syphilis?" he replied, trying to brush the insult off. "Hey, just because I'm a player doesn't mean I'm riddled with disease."
"Yet," Kristi replied, smiling up. "Just go away."
"Not until I get a yes out of you," he replied, a cocky smile on his face.
Kristi rolled her eyes, and walked away. She didn't get very far before Brad grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her back to him. He pushed her against the wall, holding her in place.
"Okay, look," he said, losing his patients. "No girl has ever turned me down before. So, either do what i tell you to do and say yes, or I promise to make the rest of high school very difficult for you."
"Leave me alone or else," Kristi warned.
"Or else what?" he replied. "You gonna scratch me with those fingernails of yours? Or are you gonna beat me up with those soft, girly muscles you have?" He scoffed. "Yeah, right. You can't do anything to me. I practically own this school, I'm so popular."
"Just watch me," she replied, through gritted teeth. She concentrated and imagined Brad shrinking, his muscles and strength deflating with each passing second. After a few moments, Brad let go, aware of what was going on.
"Hey, hey!" he yelled. "What are you doing to me, you stupid bitch?!"
"Just watch," she said, smiling. His clothes shrunk along with him, causing the people passing by to perceive Brad as always being the size he was at that current moment.
After a minute, she stopped. He was a foot shorter than he was before, a full inch shorter than Kristi.
"What the hell?!" he yelled. "Is everyone seeing this? This woman just made me shrink!" The people around him just looked at him like he was crazy. A few of them started laughing. "This isn't funny, dammit!"
"Oh, Brad?" Kristi said in a sing-song voice. "I'm not finished with you yet." Immediately, he started shrinking again, his muscles continuing to deflate. Brad watched as the world grew around him. The people ignored him, as if his plight didn't matter to them.
Within another minute or two, Brad had stopped shrinking. He walked over to Kristi, slowly. As he approached, he noticed he barely reached the bottom of her breasts now. He was a complete weakling now. He probably didn't even weigh 100 pounds.
"My body," he said softly, defeated. "My beautiful body. Why?"
"Why didn't you leave me alone when I told you to?" she replied, scoldingly.
"My entire sports career, all of my trophies. My scholarship. They're all gone, aren't they?"
"As if they never even existed," Kristi replied. "It couldn't have happened to a bigger jerk."
Just then, a massive figure appeared behind Brad. "Ready to go, Kristi?" Brad turned around to see Brian. Brad gasped at what he saw. He was staring directly into Brian's monstrous quad muscles. In fact, his entire body was smaller than even one of Brian's quads.
"Ready," Kristi replied, taking Brian by the hand.
"Oh, hi, Brad," Brian said.
The two walked off, leaving the former jock to his own devices.
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