Christy somehow found herself chilling on the stands watching the baseball players practice. There was also the unofficial communist club, no school would allow political clubs with horrible connotation as you know, doing their cult rally on the field next to the base ball cage.
Zeroing in on a few baseball players Christy showered them in magical rays of change.
A pitcher’s arms grew super long, like orangutan long, making his throws curve like a homing missile.
Another boy grew a third leg from his behind, so he now stood like a tripod. It made his runs look awkward, but still fast as his third leg acted like a counterbalance when he was running.
The Catcher’s size increased. It was as if someone used a slider to make everything about him proportionally bigger. So he was a big boy now, catching baseballs with ease that comes with large hands.
Christy was pondering her next transformations when the racket caused by the unofficial communist club grew too loud to be ignored. It was annoying to Christy who was enjoying her after school free time. Revolution this, equality that, distributing the means of production, free speech, bla bla bla, annoying propaganda slang and brainwashing memes were thrown around as the club banged on metal with hammers. Didn’t they know that life under communism didn’t allow free speech, and was generally shit for everyone? Even Christy who didn’t pay attention in history class knew that. By now the baseball club looked angry enough to kill, annoyed beyond hell by the screeching of the unofficial club.
Christy didn’t want anyone to get hurt, even if they were annoying meme spitters, so she aimed her gun at the group of rabble rousers, and fired at will.
The leader, a sickly looking pale boy, grew into a manly man that the working classes of old would be proud of. With his hard angled face and bulging muscles, his charisma was definitely more palatable than before when he was a skinny thing. He started yelling nonsense again about hammers, before taking out his own dick, enticing cheers from the mob. The transformation hadn’t done anything for his small dick and even smaller balls. His balls were so small that it didn’t look like he had any. The crowd still cheered as he compared his dick and balls to the hammer and anvil of the working class.
The rest of the mob grew, or shrunk, equal length fuck sticks with fat cum tanks like the actual war tanks. They all had, the lucky number, 7 inches of cock flesh, even the girls. Compared to their leader’s unlucky 2 inches, they were super large. Then they yelled distribute the means of production and all started fuck each other with their “Hammers”. They were all equal in that they all started fucking each other at random until the dominant ones came out on top. Then factions began to form when the mob began to join into harems with their chosen dominant leaders. Then the infighting began with the leaders throwing their subservient dick wedding arms at each other. It was chaos as comrade fucked comrade, every hole was filled with dick. One moment a person was fucking an asshole then a dick penetrated their asshole while they were fucking. The fighting ended when the leader came out on top, not because of his dick size, but because of his stamina and taking the most cocks. He was a monster at taking cocks, sometimes taking three cocks in each hole. All of the club fucked him, taking each other’s spot once his hole was free. Then the totalitarian leader had control over the mob once again. The cum covered group then tiredly left the field all tired and beaten, praising their leader mindlessly.
With that problem solved Christy watched the baseball players a little bit more then left the stands to go home for dinner.