Had it not been made clear by their "Cleaverville High Volleyball" shirts, their well-toned thigh and buttocks would have been clues enough. Some of the girls were stacked, as well, leaving you to wonder just how painful it was to play with tits that large. Aside from those twelve players was their coach (and bus driver). She was a less interesting specimen: bloated and middle-aged. Still blaming her for the near-accident, you decided the poor woman a perfect target to display your power.
"Silence," you command, "Or else you will end up like your dear coach."
The words barely escape your lips before the changes began. The bloated woman bloated further, fattening up into a round ball of blubber. Grey fur burst from her skin as her face elongated, adopting a more bestial look. A tail erupted from her lower back as her joints shifted. In only seconds she was left an engorged rat, nearly too fat to walk.
The girls were silenced immediately. Leaving the mostly-immobile rat to herself, you decided to treat the remaining 12 girls to a series of games. A gauntlet of change.
"You kids are going to play a game today. Bottom six get a similar fate to your coach. The next five will be changed in other ways. The winner will get a wish of her choice!" you announced
Judging from the looks on their faces, your little contestants were having trouble comprehending the terms. But no matter, the games would begin all the same. To weed out the first six girls, you decided on...
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