Brett's UN-Lucky Jock Part 1
STRAIGHT, magic shrinkage
the big man on campus gets taught a lasting lesson
` Tanya sat down in her highschool gymnasium with a big grin on her face. It
was almost ten a.m., third period, almost showtime ! The chearleaders were
beginning their practice drills at one end of the small gym while the football
players had weight trainning at the other. The jocks were walking in from the
locker-room at a leisurely pace. She could hardly wait !!! REVENGE was almost
hers. So she sat patiently waiting for Brett to saunter in while thinking of
her one and only date with the infamous Big-Brett. `

She had been so excited, imagine, the "new-kid" freshmen asked out by the
captain of the football AND baseball team. The most popular guy in the whole
school had asked HER out! He had picked her up in his red mustang convertible
and taken her to one of those retro drive-in movies. She had been so nervous
sitting there next to the big athlete. Brett was by far the best looking guy
in town. He was a big, thickly muscled 18 year old, with beefy all-american
looks. He could have any girl he wanted with his sexy smile. And he knew it
too. Tanya hadn't known then but Brett had an ego to match his bulging biceps.
After the movie he had taken her to a secluded area where they could "watch
the stars". Once in the backseat, he turned into an animal. Tanya felt like
she had been swimming in muscles. At first she had been turned on by his smell
and the meaty hands all over her and the grunting. But she bagan to feel like
he was going too far. Tanya had always wanted to wait for marriage. She
certainly didn't want to lose her virginity in the back of a mustang with some
sweaty jock. When he unbuttonned the fly of his Levis he groaned a sigh of
relief. Tanya finally saw the monster that had been traped in his tight blue-
jeans. It was the biggest, fattest package she ever saw. Strainning to be
freed from his red and blue stripped jockey shorts. It must of been at least a
foot long and so wide, she had a hard time believing he wasn't smuggling a
softball in his crotch.

"Go ahead. " he said. "Touch it."

"No Brett I can't"

"Come on baby, you know you want it." He said grabbing her small arm. " All
the chicks want a piece of this." He mover her hand down to his crotch and
placed it on his thick package easily.

" Oh yeah that's it, stroke it." he said using his strength to rub her hand on
his ponderous bulge.

"No..." she protested.

"Come on, stroke my fat dick bitch." he groaned and closed his eyes, a dumb
grin on his face.

Tanya chose this moment to act. ( If I dont I might get date-raped !) she
thought . She brought her freehand down to help kneed the front of his
jockeys.

" Oh yeah, some double handed action, that's the shit I'm talkin about." Brett
was in his glory.

She had been scared. Brett was five times her sized and probably a dozen times
stronger. But she had his only weakness in the palm of hands.

"Yeah baby that's it, that's it bitch.."He let go of her captive hand then.
Convinced that she could no longer resist Bi-Brett.

She waited till he was real comfortable, his head rolling around on his huge
shoulders moaning and groaning. He was obviously enjoying her small handywork,
let's see if he likes this technique...

"Oh yeah, work my big knob bitch, oh yeah ,oH YEAEEEEOOOOOWWW!!!"

With all her might Tanya had taken firm hold of Brett's big dick with one had
and his big balls with the other and twisted not once, but twice as if ringing
out a towel.

"OH FUCK, MY JOCK !" He yelped in a high feminine pitch. His face turning a
shade of deep purple, holding his groin with both hands like he held his
football.

Tanya jumped out of the car then and ran.

"You Bitch ! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS !!!" He screamed into the night.

Tanya had laughed all the way home picturing Big Brett nursing his big abused
tool. But she hadn't laughed that next monday back at school. Brett had told
everybody that he hadn't wanted to bed the new girl because she had horrible
gennital warts. She was hummiliated. Nobody would believe her word over
captain JOCK-USA. Nobody had questioned that Brett's labored walk had been a
reslult of " a way intense workout!" She boiled for revenge. But what could
she do??? Then she thought of her grandmother. Her grandmother who's hand at
magic was pretty good her dad had always said. So she went to her.

Entering the stuffy old victorian, Tanya just KNEW her grandmother was going
to find a proper revenge for Big Brett.

"What can I do for you sweetie??" the ancient lady asked.

"Grandmother, I want... um..." Tanya began.

"Revenge??" the old lady finnished.

"Yes." she said smilling.

"Death???" croaked the old woman.

"No nothing like that. More like excrutiating embarassment. PUBLIC
embarrassment."

"I assume this is a boy, eh??she asked.

"You would assume right."

"Were his crimes of a, sexual nature?? she asked.

"Um, yeah, actually."

"Well tell me about him this boy, what type is he, um , what does he do?" she
asked

"Besides womanizing and ruinning girls reputations? He's a big musclebound
jerk with a huge.. um "

"Ego??" finnished her grandmother smilling.

"Yeah, as for what he does, well, he's a super-jock. He plays football and
baseball, and he wrestles and he lifts weights like there's no tomorrow."

"Ah, I have the perfect thing for a physical man with an over-inflated, um,
ego." she laughed and left the room. When she returned she had a small glass
bottle with a creamy white substance within.

"Here you go miss-missy." she said dropping the bottle in the palm of Tanya
hands. "This is perfect for your MACHO-MAN."

"What does it do grandma?"

"You must find a way to spread this onto his gennitals Tanya." she said and
then smiled. "Male sweat activates it deary.."

"But what does it do??" Tanya asked.

"Oh miss-missy you'll love it. It turns Big-Big boys..." she said making a
space between her two open palms about a foot wide. "into microscopic boys."
she finnished pulling out a magnifying glass from her pocket...

  

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