Chunky saw Sybil looking at her ring. Something about it appealed to him and before he even thought about it, he pulled it off her finger.
“Hey!” she cried out, suddenly much more upset than before. “That’s ... that’s my ring.”
“Of course it is. Does the little girlie want it back?” he teased, holding it up in the air where she couldn't reach it.
“Please, please give it back,” she begged. “It was ... my grandmother’s.”
“Your grandmother’s? This cheap thing?” he laughed. “It looks like it came out of a gum ball machine!” He put it between two fingers like he was going to crush it, and then jammed it onto his left pinkie. “He guys, how does it look on ....” he was saying in a high voice when suddenly he stopped. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head vigorously. A smile spread on his lips.
“Guys, you would not believe what Chunky here has done for mankind.” He looked down at Sybil. “So, girlie, you wanted to be bigger and stronger than Chunky, did you? You wanted all girls to be bigger and stronger than Chunky?” She looked up at him fearfully. “Uh uh uh. Looks like that’s not going to happen.” He pointed his pinkie finger at her and she started shrinking, quickly going from 5’7" to 5’1". "There go those long legs I liked, but you’re going to learn a lesson, little girl.”
“But I didn't do anything to you," Sybil said, her voice reduced to a childish squeak.
“Ha ha. We both know what you were going to do!” He held up her arms. A second later her toned biceps dissolved into soft, nearly invisible muscles. He did the same with the rest of her physique. “Awww, all that hard work for nothing!”
“No!” she wailed.
“Don't be sad. Chunky doesn't just take away. He’ll give you something else in return.” Chunky traced a figure eight line in the air, and Sybil’s petite body sprouted into a dramatic, hourglass figure. “That’s 36-24-36!” he said. “But with that tiny little body, I think you need a little more Ooomph!” He flicked his pinkie and her 36C breasts became 36D. “Mmmm, a little more!” he said and flicked his pinkie again. Yeah, double-Dees are the best, aren't they?”
Sybil looked down. She couldn't even see the rest of her body below her breasts now. She backed away, turned and started running, but her new body was so awkward. Her large breasts flapped up and down as she ran her short legs took tiny strides, the weaker muscles of her arms and legs did nothing to propel her forward and her curvier hips and rounder ass left her with an exaggerated wiggle that made it impossible to run in a straight line and consumed most of her momentum. But the worst was that after 50 yards she was completely winded and had to slow down and then stop before she passed out for lack of oxygen. She put her hands on her knees, lungs straining for air. Chunky was next to her, lifted her up with one hand and carried her back, upside down, her breasts flopping against her mouth. He put her down roughly and dared her to try again.
Clem cleared his throat. “Um, Chunky, this is going, um, too far, you know?”
“Do you think so?” He pointed his pinkie at Clem and a bolt of electricity shot out, as from Emperor Palpatine, enveloping Clem, burning his clothing off and driving him to his knees.
“Ooooh yeah, boys, the DARK side! You see that? Chunky’s got Power now, god-power! Chunky can do ANYthing to ANYbody ANYtime he wants! Is Chunky big enough? Naaah!” He grew another six inches to 7’1”. “Is Chunky strong enough? Not yet!” He flexed his biceps, and his 18” muscles increased to 24”. “And is Chunky’s tool long enough? Let’s see what the lady here thinks.” His 10” erection started growing longer and thicker, passing 12”, then 14", then 16”. Sybil looked at it in horror and backed away but Chunky grabbed her arm and pulled her close enough for his erection to play with her left breast. He wagged it back and forth, massaging her nipple, which grew in response. As frightened and upset as she was, she couldn't help moaning from the sensation.
“That’s right, girlie. You like it, don't you? You know you want it. But not there, right? You want that super chunky piece of Chunky inside you.”
“No, please!” she squealed, despising the sound of her high-pitched voice. She looked at Chunky’s teammates for support, but having seen what happened to Clem after his mild rebuke they did nothing perhaps in fear of Chunky or possibly just intensely absorbed by what they were watching. She put her hands out to protect herself.
“Do you think that will be enough? Let’s see.” He put his palms on her breasts and his fingers around to her back, holding her in place, while his erection pushed aside her fingers and then pushed insistently against her panties. “Hey, it’s a rod of STEEL, girlie! It can drill inside one of these trees, so don't worry about taking off that little piece of cotton, it’ll be inside you in just a second or two! Then you can have what you've been wanting all this time but won't admit, a big piece of Chunky!”
“Ohhh!” she groaned as Chunky’s piece tore through her panty and penetrated her. She had never felt anything so big inside her or so hard, and she was seeing stars, screaming with pleasure in spite of herself. It must have been Chunky’s doing, with the ring, she told herself with the last shred of rational mind left to her. That same mind sensed something else, another presence. The ring! But how?
“You!” she thought accusingly.
“I do as my wearer commands,” it replied simply.
“Then how can I hear you?”
“While the two of you are joined you are both my wearer,” it replied.
Chunky was thrusting harder and faster. He pulled Sybil every which way while burying himself inside her more and more deeply. Sybil felt she would break. She felt the ring digging into her back. “His left pinkie,” she thought. “It’s on his left pinkie." She tried to concentrate. "When I say go, make his penis just half an inch long, make him no stronger than he was when he was a baby, and, err, make his left pinkie just, errrr, fall off ... painlessly.” She paused a moment, steeling herself. “Go!” she thought.
Nothing happened.
Was she imagining that she was talking to the ring? Chunky’s thrusting was becoming more insistent. “Go!” she thought. “GO!!!”
Chunky’s breathing was becoming ragged. “What’s wrong with you?” she demanded of the ring. “GO! Do it! GO!!!”
“You haven't said ’go’,” the ring replied. “You're just thinking it.”
Sybil felt Chunky was about to tear right through her.
“GO!!!” she shouted.
Chunky groaned. The pain, and the pleasure, stopped. They were toppling to the ground, as Chunky no longer had the strength to support her, or even to stand.
The ring’s presence vanished from Sybil’s mind, and from Chunky’s.
Chunky had just four fingers on his left hand. The fifth, his pinkie, with the ring still on it, lay on the ground.
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