It was that bitch, Sandra! She was going out with Steve Atkinson, the guy who constantly beat the living crap out of me. I remember she had been watching a few times. I was getting ready to have some revenge on the cunt when I noticed the bruises on her back and sides. Well, well! Steve was a woman beater too!
I wished her clothes back on and for everyone but me to forget she had been naked. She walked on and I followed, drawing up beside her. She looked over and sneered at me. “What do you want, nerd?” I just smiled.
“I know Steve beats you, Sandra. Hell, he has beaten my ass down a dozen times or more! But now I have access to something that could give me my revenge…or us! You interested?”
“Get lost! I don’t want to hear any more of your roleplaying shit. Go pick your nose or something, or pop a few zits!”
“Hey, calm down! Look, I may not be much to look at now, but I intend to fix that! Right after I get even with Steve. Look, I’ll prove to you I can do what I say I can, then will you help me?”
“Uh…sure. If you can…say, turn that bus into a chicken, I will believe you.” So I did. She looked fit to faint, so I grabbed her and made a show of steadying her. She brushed me off and looked at me with new respect. “That is amazing! How…”
“No, no! I can’t give away my secret. Just say you will help me and we can both get our revenge on Steve, k?” She nodded and we headed to school.
Sure enough, Steve was hanging on the football pitch, smoking a joint. We had made our plan on the way there, so Sandra walked over, swaying her sexy hips. After a few minutes, Steve followed her off the pitch and towards the back of the school buildings. I made my way along the corridors and out the rear doors. Steve nearly saw me coming out, but Sandra leaning in and gave him a big kiss. He was a dumb big jock, with short dark hair and a square jaw. He was built like a bodybuilder, all toned and muscled. He must have been 6’2 and was 220 pounds. Not fat, just pure muscle. Beside him, Sandra looked tiny. She was only 5’7 and lightly built, maybe 130 pounds.
I couldn’t believe this dickhead would beat on her. It was bad enough he gave me a pasting! Time to take him down a peg or two! “Oi, Steve!” I called. He pulled his lips free from Sandra and pushed her away.
“You little punk! Can’t you see this is private? I’m gonna break your skinny ass!” He ran at me like a bull and I gotta admit, I was nearly filling my trunks. Then I wished he would shrink as he ran. First, I wished four inches in height away and forty pounds. He became smaller almost immediately and he stumbled as his jeans fell down and his trainers came off. Even his leather jacket looked hulkingly big on him now. I wished another four inches away and another forty pounds as he struggled to pull up his jeans. He was now 5’6, a whole inch shorter than Sandra! He must have been 140 pounds, not much bulkier than Sandra herself now. His jacket fell from his smaller shoulders and revealed he was only wearing a muscle tee. This was to show off his muscles, but they had just evaporated away, shrinking down so they were barely visible. He looked positively wimpy, with his skinny arms. He looked like a girl! Hahaha!
But I wasn’t finished! Behind him, Sandra was grinning like the cat that got the cream. Even from here, I could see her clenching her fists and flexing her little muscles. They were almost as big as Steve’s now and soon would be bigger! I wished away six inches this time and another sixty pounds! Now he was a tiny little twig man! I was nearly pissing myself as his jock strap fell down and landed on the ground. His scrawny legs didn’t do anything to stop them. His thighs were nearly the same size as my lower legs and his arms looked like a little girls. There was a small amount of fat and the skin, with a dribble of muscle remaining. I imagined a ten year old girl could beat him in an arm wrestle now! He looked pathetic! Just a skinny little nerd! His t-shirt looked like a tent!
As an added revenge, I pointed at his cock, still a good ten-incher and wished away eight inches. From an impressive member, his trouser snake was wished away until he was left with a little mushroom of a dick. A tiny little thing that would not impress any woman! Just to be on the safe size, I wished his dick was actually two inches when he got a stiffy and smaller floppy. Let’s see him be a stud now, with no cock and no muscles.
Oh, crap! His balls! They were still a big hairy sac, that looked ridiculous beside his tinky winky! I wished that they were half the size of an egg and had no hair. And so it was! My mission was a success! “Go on, Sandra! Have fun!” I stepped back to enjoy the show.
Sandra walked over to him and grabbed his t-shirt from behind. She pulled it clean over his head without any difficulty. It was so big on him now, it was like pulling a sheet from over a stool. “Hey, Steve! I haven’t forgotten the beating you gave me…you big, strong man! Time for a little payback!”
He spun round to face her and for his trouble, got a fist in the face. She was a slight girl, but with her body weight behind the punch, she sent the scrawny ex-bully sprawling. He staggered up and she grabbed his arms holding them pinned against his sides. He fought and fought, but with little effort Sandra just kept his arms pinned. She laughed then. “You pathetic little geek! I am so much stronger than you! This is a joke! You can’t even break free!” She pushed him forwards and gave him a kick up his bony ass.
He fell forwards and landed on his face. As he got up, I saw his nose was bleeding and chuckled. “Run, Steve! Run all the way home with your puny body on display!” Sandra grabbed him from behind as he was trying to run away. His legs were so devoid of muscle that he couldn’t even run very fast. She spun him round and slapped his in the face several times. Then she gave him a swift knee to the balls. He howled like a little pussy, and clutched them. She growled at him and made a show of stalking towards him. He turned and fled, his skinny frame retreating as fast as his powerless little twig legs could take him, as he clutched at his tiny balls.