“When are you going to let us go?” one one of the boys asked Sybil, his voice now a frightened whine. “Coach is going to be worried, you know. They're going to be looking for us.”
“Do you really think your coach is thinking about you now?”
He looked down at the ground. He was with Miss Bartlett, for sure, and probably dealing with the same stuff going on in the grounds.
“Almost done now,” Sybil went on. “Now it’s time to work on what’s under the hood, so to speak. Time to make us girls even better!” She held out her hands so that her palms faced each other and she slowly brought them outward, expanding the space between them, and as she did, the ring expanded the acuity of the female senses, the quickness of their reaction times, the strength of their immune systems, the amount of energy they released from their stores of fat, the hardness of their bones and dozens of other changes that Sybil had thought about over the years, when she wished her body worked better in one way or another. All over the world, females sighed in contentment, tossing away glasses they no longer needed, their tiredness banished by increased energy, their pain vanquished by new recuperative powers.
Sybil's eyes shone more brightly. She felt the changes too, and she grew more excited. “And now you,” she smiled, looking at the boys. “Now under your hood!”
“What are you going to do to us? Make us even weaker than you've already made us?” one boy wailed.
“Not exactly. I’ve made you harmless, and now I'm going to make you more useful.” She held up her fist and slowly extended her index finger. She looked at the boys’ crotches and chuckled as their penises grew longer and thicker, as their circulatory system was re-routed to increase their blood flow, to give them more frequent and harder erections, and somehow, the ring would figure it out, to let girls keep them from coming until the girl was good and ready. “Useful to girls at least. “Otherwise, you’re so inferior to us I don't see how you’ll ever compete with a girl, out in the real world.”
She flicked her finger and they were in the middle of the school grounds, looking up to a sea of tall, powerful girls whose bodies and senses had been enhanced in countless ways, although they still were invisible and unknown to them.
“Hey, what about Chunky? This is all his fault. How come you haven't shrunk him too,” several boys complained, craning their heads up at their towering fullback. Chunky glared at them but he didn't threaten them. He was still much weaker than he looked.
“Oh yes, Chunky, my dear Chunky. Chunky’s changed too, a little more than you,” Sybil said as she walked close to him. “You just can’t see it. Yet.” She grabbed his long tool and started stroking it. He tried to push her away, but with his just-for-show muscles he was no stronger than the other boys, and certainly no match for Sybil’s greatly enhanced body. His penis rapidly hardened. “Does that feel good, Chunky darling?” she cooed, pumping him faster. Beads of pre-cum appeared on the tip of the bulbous head. Sybil’s nose pricked and her face reddened.
“What’s that smell?” said one boy
“Eww!” said another.
“That,” said Sybil, with some difficulty, “is ... the most powerful pheromone ... in existence.” She pumped Chunky harder, faster. “Almost ... irresistible to any ... woman. Oh, god!”
All around them the girls were sniffing, looking around, moving closer to the edge of the invisible curtain.
“What IS that?”
“It’s making me crazy. Where is it COMING from?”
“WHO is it coming from.”
Chunky breathing hard, nearly ready to come, but was looking at Sybil quizzically. “I ... don't get it.”
“Oh, you ... will,” Sybil moaned. “You ... will.”
Chunky groaned and spurted out a torrent of cum. Most of it settled on the grass, but Sybil caught some of it on her fingers and pushed it into her mouth. “Mmmmmm! Pure ambrosia!” she sighed.
Chunky looked unsteady on his feet and nearly fainted. He shook his head. “What happened? Hey!”
“Look! Chunky shrunk! His muscles too.”
“Finally!”
“Yeah, like he shrunk when he, you know.”
“He fucking shrunk when he came!”
And, outside the curtain the girls were saying ....
“What IS that?”
“I don’t know, but I have to find out what it is!”
“It’s driving me crazy!”
“It’s coming from here!”
“I don't see anything ... look!”
“Where did they come from?”
“It’s the football team.”
“Maybe what used to be the football team.”
“They’re so small, just like the other guys. Cute!”
“Except Chunky.”
“Look at Chunky! Look at his --
“His ... piece!”
“Oh god! That smell. It’s coming from him!”
The girls pushed through the other boys and were all over Chunky, handling his tool, which was already fully erect again.
“Girls, no!” he said, helpless against their strength.
“He’s big but he’s weak!”
“Boys are SO weak now! I LOVE that!”
“I can smell it.”
“I want to taste it!”
“Why should you get it?”
“I’m the one who got him hard!”
“There'll be plenty. We can share!”
The girls surrounded him, lifted him off the ground, fondled, kissed and touched him, and never stopped stroking him. They caught each drop of pre-cum welling on the tip of his tool.
“Ohhh, it’s amazing!”
“The best.”
“Like heaven in my mouth.”
“Not just there. All the way down!”
“I feel good all over. ALL OVER!”
“He’s coming!”
“There’s so MUCH!”
“Mmmmmmm!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!”
“Hey, he got smaller. But he’s still bigger than us.”
“But we’re so much stronger!”
“I want some.”
“I want more!”
“Touch him!”
“Show him your tits!”
“He’s getting hard again, already!”
“Girls, no!”
“He can’t stop us.”
“I can't stop us! I gotta have some.”
“It’s wrong, I know, but ....”
“Come on, you know what Chunky’s like.”
“What he was like.”
“Yeah!”
“He’s coming again!”
“MMMMMMMMM!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Oooooooooooooh!”
Sybil took a deep breath, enjoying the sight of her muscular chest expanding. She did a few stretches then went back to the path and started running back toward campus. She was moving at twice the pace she’d managed before, and she wasn't close to her limit yet. She couldn't wait to see what this body could do.