Cindy was always more athletic than you. But the way her players dance between you, is just done to taunt you. She dribbles the ball perilously close to your feet, just to scoop it beyond you.
Physically you are stronger, and probably faster in the straight. But she's changing direction and passing, it's her agility and bursts of speed that are leaving you flat-footed.
While you don't tower over her, you do have half-a-head or so. As you the goalie dive for the ball, you can see it's already too late, as the ball scuds over the line, and the referee blows her whistle to signal the goal.
In the box, three Cindies are hugging each other, and jumping up and down.
You jump as Cindy touches your shoulder from behind. "Now the fun begins."
"Huh... what..." you ask still not used to all these clone Cindies, let alone your own duplicates.
The question answers itself, as the referee re-settles the ball back in the centre of the pitch.
You feel your shorts tightening. Or rather, they're not tightening, it's your ass that expanding to fill them more completely.
On either side of the ball, ready to restart, you see two Cindies smirk to each other. One runs a hand over her shrunken butt, patting at her reduced arse. While the other blows you a kiss.
The game restarts, and the girls drive deep into your half, as you are still struggling with the changes.
"I was always more of an athlete." Cindy purrs, in your ear. Her hot breath tickling your hair, caressing your skin, making it prickle in anticipation.
"So I thought, maybe you should be the girly one." Her hand pats your fanny playfully. Drawing a squeak of protest from you, one that sounded more girly than you'd like to admit.
"But I could be wrong... So I made it a game, just to keep it fair."
You want to protest, and turn to face her.
As you do, the referee's whistle sounds once more, announcing another goal... Another goal, against you.