"I want them all in a room, like a lecture room. I'll be on stage and they'll be strapped down in the chairs, so they can't escape until I let them."
Instantly they were all transported to a scared down lecture hall. She stood on stage while the boys were strapped down in harnesses and seatbelts. They shouted and strained to get out, but the restraints were too tough to break and tight to wriggle out. Sybil wore a fresh running top and shorts. She put her hands on her hips and instructed the ring about her plan.
A bright light illuminated a projection screen with a life-sized picture of Clem Cowell, the quarterback who seemed in charge, wearing only his shorts. His impressive physique drew whistles from the team. Next to his image his height, 6'2", and his weight, 210 lbs. were specified. A second life-sized screen sprang to life showing Sybil dressed identically to the way she appeared on stage along with her height and weight, 5'7", 120 lbs.
"Shut up, you," she shouted. They ignored her and whistled. "Fine then. Maybe this will get your attention." She pointed a laser at the numbers on the screen and as the beam hit the bottom of the numbers the 6'2" changed to 6'1", then 6', 5'11", until they reached 5'3". The weight declined correspondingly, 7 lbs. per inch at first, then 5 lbs. per inch, ending at 140 lbs. The picture on the screen changed too, so that his image now looked up to Sybil's with a concerned, questioning look. She clicked a button on the device and the word "Fitness" appeared with a slider below it. The vertical line on the slider was almost at the extreme right end, but Sybil pointed the laser at it and slowly moved it to the left. As she did Clem's image steadily lost muscle tone. His six-pack disappeared as his stomach became soft and pudgy. His upper arms drooped. His expression became more and more concerned.
"This is bullshit! Stupid pointless bullshit!" the real Clem shouted. "Let us go, or you're going to be in real trouble!"
Sybil said nothing. She clicked the button on the device again and returned to the original screen. Pointing at the height, she reduced it to 5'1" but froze the weight at 140. Clem's image became even shorter and fatter. Her image looked down at Clem with a highly satisfied expression.
"That looks good to me!" she declared, looking straight at Clem. She walked in front of him, pointed the device at him and clicked. In an instant his body matched the image. The harness tightened around his smaller body, while the seatbelt expanded around his fatter waist.
"Hey, what the fuck!" he shouted. The room was in an uproar.
"I can't believe what she did!"
"This has to be a dream."
"A nightmare."
"What are you, a witch?"
Sybil pointed the device at Chunky. "You're next." An image of Chunky appeared. 6'6", 310 lbs. With a few clicks the image showed 5'9" and 320 pounds. He was still muscular, but with layers of fat around his middle and his limbs. She clicked to fitness and moved the slider from 75% fit to 25% fit, then clicked to a new screen, body parts. She traced a line around his groin. With a hand tool she stroked it, and quickly produced an impressive erection. There was an uneasy silence in the room, and the boys shifted in their seats, worried what would come next. She reshaped the line to match the erection. The figure 9" appeared on the screen. With the laser she reduced it to 7", then 5", then paused. The boys were murmuring. It went to 3", then 2".
"Don't! Not that!" Chunky begged.
Sybil walked in front of him. "Why? Is 2" too big?"
"You're gonna make me tiny! Everybody's gonna laugh at me!"
"Sounds about right!" She pointed the device at him and clicked.
"Aughh!" he cried as his stomach swelled up. He clutched at himself under the harness. "I can't feel my dick! I can't feel it!"
"Oh it's still there. Next!" She pointed the device at the two boys who groped her. Their images popped up on the screen. They were both over 6' tall, broad shouldered and muscular. "You like to touch girls, don't you?" The boys were quiet, too afraid to speak. "Answer me!"
"Yes. Yes ma'am." They replied quickly. "We're just normal guys, you know. But that was wrong, what we did, really. We learned our lesson. We won’t do it again, ever!"
"No, you won't. You're learning how a girl feels, but you're going to learn more." She clicked the menu to the main page showing the boys' names, addresses, birth dates and gender. "Let's see. James Adams and Charlie Friedrich. With the pointer she changed their gender to female and their names to Jane and Charlotte. Dressed only in shorts, the team stared at their new breasts and laughed uneasily.
"Nooo!" the James and Charlie cried out. "Don't make us girls!"
"Why not? Good enough for me, so it's good enough for you!" She clicked to the next screen showing their physical characteristics. "What physical specimens you are!" she said, focusing on their smaller but still well-developed muscles. "Too good!" She clicked to an anatomical page showing their muscles. "You can be fit, but not strong," she said, reducing their muscle mass by 40%, "and exercise will keep you toned, but that's it," she announced and moved a mystatin slider to the right. She returned to the main screen, now showing their bodies with thinner arms and legs, a softer abdomen and rounder hips. "Now John, I mean Jane, you’re the one who felt up my breasts, so you will have the large breasts that won't stop bouncing. Touch them all you want!" She expanded Jane's cup size from C to DD, evoking a collective sigh from the team. "And Charlotte, for feeling up my rear, you will have a very, very fine ass, with an irresistible wiggle that you just won't be able to stop. And the experience of turning into a girl would be incomplete unless I make you shorter than average too." She went back to the standard screen and made Jane 5'1" and Charlotte 5'3", so that each of them looked up to Sybil. "There!" she said, pointing the device at each of them in turn and clicking.
"Oh god!" Jane said in a high voice and started crying.
"And now, the rest of you. You all went along, didn't you, even though you didn't participate personally. None of you protested. None of you stood up to your teammates. So all of you will be punished."
"What are you going to do to us?" one boy said.
Sybil smiled. She pointed the device around the room, creating a team picture of the rest. She clicked on an item called "other". "I'm not going to change you physically," she started. The boys breathed out in relief. "That will be up to you, and your girlfriends."
"What does that mean?" another said.
"First if you ever force yourself on a girl, or touch her unwillingly, some of your muscle and strength will go to her. The more you do, the more you lose."
The boys mouths dropped open. "Emotional bullying gets the same treatment. If you make a girl feel bad about herself to get her to go farther than she wants, she'll get your muscle."
"But that's not fair. I never know what a girl's thinking," one argued.
"Then be careful. Watch." An silent animated cartoon popped onto the screen showing a football player with bulging muscles and a much smaller, but very curvy girl flirting with him. She twists her body, showing her large bust and wiggles her hips. He walks up to her and they start talking. He puts his arm around her and she smiles at him and nudges her hip against his crotch. He puts his hand on her ass. She frowns and shakes her head and moves his hand up to her back. She then smiles up at him again, keeping her body against his and talks to him, letting him look down her blouse. There is a close up of his crotch; his arousal is plain to see. Surely she can feel it, but she just talks on. He says something. She looks down at his bulging crotch and shakes her head. He looks annoyed and gestures. She blushes deeply and her eyes water. She looks up pleadingly. He shrugs and turns half away. Already he has become slightly smaller but still far stronger than she. She slips her hand inside his pants. He shakes his head. She bites her lip and unzips his pants. She looks surprised and concerned at how large he is, but takes him in her mouth. He sighs, closes his eyes and strokes her large breasts. As she sucks his bulging muscles shrink rapidly, while her petite arms become more and more muscular, and her chest grows so large that her breasts burst out of her top. When he comes he breathes deeply and sighs. He opens his eyes and looks at her. To his shock her arms are as muscular as his used to be. His are thin and soft. He tries to flex but almost nothing happens. She looks at him and laughs, then flexes her arm in delight, admiring the hard, towering muscle and puts it next to his to compare. He is angry. She casually twists his arm behind his back with one arm and lifts him in the air with the other while winking to the audience as the cartoon fades out.
"That's not fair!"
"She started the whole thing!"
"Good luck, boys!" she says and clicks.
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