This choice: Sybil gets the ring and her revenge • Go Back...Chapter #5Sybil gets the ring and her revenge by: Marknew   Sybil felt an immense relief from the end of the pain from Chunky’s enormous member inside her, but they were still intertwined and his much weakened, but still massive, muscular and heavy body now lay partially on top of her. She had spotted his pinkie on the ground before they fell, the ring dull in the subdued light of the woods, but now it was underneath him. She had to get the ring back on her finger before he or anyone else did.
She pushed her hands under the bulk of his body. She felt stones, rotting leaves, a twig, a worm, and then something else. Detached, still and becoming cold, it did not feel like a finger, but circling around it was something hard, cool and smooth. She swallowed her disgust, closed her hand around it and started pulling her arm out.
“No!” Chunky cried out, fully aware of what she was doing. He rolled his body towards her, piling his weight on her arm, while pushing -- ever so feebly -- on her shoulder, trying to make her let go. She tightened her grip, pulled harder, and slowly eased her soft, unmuscular arm out from under his bulky torso. “I won’t let you have it!” he said, closing his hand around her wrist just as she thought she was free. He had made her much weaker, having stripped away all the hard-won fitness she had earned through eight years of disciplined exercise, and her huge breasts got in the way of every movement, but she still had the strength of a 19 year old girl, while as large as he was, he was as weak as a baby. She triumphantly pinned his hugely muscular but nearly powerless arm to the ground, pulled free of his grip and stood up. Her breasts bobbed wildly.
“Stop her, guys! Don't let her put that ring on!” he called out while clutching at Sybil’s legs, lacking the strength even to raise his large body from the ground. The team stood around them uncertainly, distracted by her voluptuous figure as she wrested the ring from his inert pinkie. “Look what she did to me! You'll be next!” he warned, holding on with all his feeble strength, while she tried to kick him off. “She’s one of those man-haters!”
The ring had expanded on Chunky’s thick finger, but as she slipped it on it shrunk to fit hers tightly. A wave of relief spread over her as the ring’s power filled her. “Give me back the strength I had!” she commanded it first and sighed happily as her trained, hardened muscles returned. She felt as she always had, lighter, more balanced. What would she feel like after she finished? She kicked her legs free of Chunky and stepped clear of him, leaving him to lie on his back helplessly and stare up at her chest, fearful, but unable to take his eyes off her. Nor could the rest of the team.
Sybil’s nakedness did not embarrass her. She was far too angry for that. With all those new curves it didn't feel like it was her body they were looking at anyway, and with the ring back on her finger she had no fear of the boy around her. More than ever before she felt only contempt for men and for whatever they felt. It was time she had her wish.
In a blink of an eye they were out of the woods, next to the school grounds, separated from the school by a shimmering curtain. They could see clearly through it, but invisible to the students and teachers nearby. Two of the boys panicked and started banging on the “curtain”, but it was impenetrable. Chunky felt some of his strength return and he stood up carefully. he was by far the largest in the group, and the boys crowded around him.
“What’s going on here?”
“What is she doing to us?”
“Chunky was right!”
“You know it! Just get her,” Chunky said. “Get the ring and give it to me,” he commanded.
Four of the boys rushed at her, but could get no closer than three feet away.
She held up her ring finger, looked at it and smiled at Chunky. “Ready?” she said to it, knowing the answer, but enjoying the pause before she put her plan into action, the boys’ fear and Chunky’s dread feeding her resolution.
“I am always ready,” it replied.
Sybil looked at the boys. “These are the last moments of males being the stronger sex. Look around. Remember this. Enjoy it if you can; it’s all about to change!”
“What’s she talking about?”
“What’s she going to do to us?”
“What can she do?”
“Anything!” Chunky moaned. “She can do anything she can imagine!”
“And I have such an imagination! Running gives you a lot of time to think,” she said, walking to the center of the group, letting the barrier keep them away from the ring. “Like about the female body. It’s far more important than the male. It does so many more important things than yours. So why should we be weaker? Why should we be more fragile? Why should WE be vulnerable to YOU?”
“That’s how God made us!” one boy said.
“Who do you think you are, God?” said another.
“No. I'm just Sybil, the girl you were ready to rape with your so-called god-given superior size and strength. Well, it’s time to change that, for good.” She held out her palm and lowered it, and all the boys except Chunky started shrinking, losing an inch of height every 20 seconds until after two minutes they were, on average, as tall as Sybil.
Outside the curtain the students were shouting in amazement. Jason and Miranda, seniors who had been holding each other and kissing nearby, separated abruptly when he began to shrink. They stared at each other, unbelieving. She screamed when they were nearly the same height and then grasped his shoulders to steady herself when she ended up two inches taller, thanks to her heels. Around the grounds the boys seemed rooted in place, awkward and embarrassed at their new perspective, while the girls gathered into crowds, all talking at once, running to each new boy they saw, screaming with shock at their smallness, and then running back to their groups, talking some more.
“Ha ha! That’s nice,” Sybil declared. “But I've just started.” She extended her arms, opened her hands and the boys’ muscles began shrinking and softening, losing their conditioning. Their shoulders became narrower, their arms, legs and chests thin and boney. All except Chunky’s, who now towered over the group with massive but ineffectual biceps, looking godlike in comparison to the other boys.
Jason felt waves of weakness wash through him. His abs loosened, making his stomach protrude slightly, like a baby’s. His posture slumped. “Look at you!” Miranda shouted and touched Jason’s thin arm. “Your arms look just like mine!”
“Oh god!” Jason moaned. “I must be so weak!”
“Hey, who are you calling weak?!” Miranda said, pushing her finger into his soft stomach. “Oh, my god!”
Inside the curtain the boys were feeling their arms, flexing repeatedly in search of the physiques that, as elite jocks, had defined their school identities, but their biceps barely responded, staying small and soft no matter how hard they tried. Even Sybil's taut runner’s body was more muscular than all but the strongest of the boys.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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