Pam spent the rest of class thinking how she could use the ring on Priscilla, who, aside from being the "sorority queen" was also several inches taller than Pam, broader-shouldered and brawnier. Pam lingered in the room after class, and just as Pam expected, Priscilla and two other girls returned after everyone else left. One of the girls closed the door and stood by it, while Priscilla came closer. The other looked with an expectant smile and made sure she had a good vantage point.
"You think you're pretty clever, don't you?" Priscilla said, putting her books on a desk and walking closer.
"Cleverer than you," Pam replied accurately.
"Oh, no. You've made the wrong enemy."
"What could you ever do to me?"
"Anything I want. Don't you realize who I am, who owes me and my family?"
Pam knew Priscilla's family was rich, but not that she used her money like that. What would it be like to have that kind of money?
Priscilla's cell rang. "Oh, hi Daddy. I'm kind of in the middle of -- you what? Who? What are you talking about?! Why would you ever -- because you WANTED to?!! But I'M your daughter! No!!!" She threw the phone and it smashed against the wall.
Ten seconds later Pam's phone rang. "Hello? Mr Longfellow Bains? $115 million? Oh, thank you! No, you never CAN have too much! Yes, I WILL use it in good health! Bye!"
Priscilla was in tears. "Gee, Priscilla, that's so generous of your father to give me all your family's money. Why would he do that? Maybe because you're such a bitch!"
Priscilla went red with rage. She put her strong hands on Pam's throat and started to choke her. Pam couldn't pull them off, at first, not until she started making Priscilla smaller. In a few seconds Priscilla was the same height as Pam, and then, at just 5'1", four inches shorter. She was still strong for her size, still stronger than Pam, until Pam shrunk Priscilla's well-developed muscles and made her as weak as a ten year old. Now Pam easily pulled Priscilla's hands off her throat and rammed her into the wall.
"Are you some kind of witch? WHAT are you doing to me?" Priscilla whimpered. "What's going on here? Let me go." Her girlfriends had fled. Pam stared down at her while the tears ran down Priscilla's cheeks. "Please let me go!" she sobbed. "I don't understand. Pease don't do anything else!"
Pam held out her hand. She thought it was time to show off the ring again. She decided to let Pam see it.
"Y-your ring. It's back!" Priscilla said.
"I know. This magic ring is how I got your money and made you such a weakling. You've lost your money and probably all your friends. There's nothing you can do about it."
Priscilla nodded. "I'm really sorry. Your ring is... nice," she said, trying to smile. "Can I go, please?"
"Not yet, Priscilla," Pam said, appraising her body. "You know, for a small girl, you've still got a nice figure."
She looked down at her chest and nodded. "Th-thanks, Pam. Please can I --
"Boys like your tits, don't they? They're large, firm, right between a C and a D. Now that you're so small they look even bigger."
Priscilla trembled. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Sooo ,larger or smaller?" Pam asked.
"W-what?"
"Larger or smaller? Do you want your tits to be larger or smaller?"
"Can't I just keep them the way they are? My being so short now, if they're any larger I'll look like a freak!"
"True. Smaller then?"
"But ... how small?" Priscilla was pleading.
"Small," Pam smiled. "Larger or smaller. You decide, or I will."
Priscilla looked at Pam's B cup breasts and decided they weren't bad. Better than struggling with huge boobs on a short body. "OK ... smaller," she said softly.
"All right!"Pam said brightly.
Priscilla watched her proud, perfect chest ebb away. Her bra shrank along with her bust, slowly passing through B cup size and then to a barely perceptible, half-fillled "A" cup.
"Oh god!" Priscilla moaned. "They're all gone! I'm so flat!"
"You've still got curves," Pam said slyly, patting her hip.
Priscilla's mouth made an "O" and her hands rushed down to feel her very pear-shaped bottom. "No!" she wailed, reach back to touch her large, soft ass. "You didn't tell me you were going to give me THIS!"
"Nope. You had a choice about how much you'd have on top. The bottom's up to me. You know, Prissy, it's so hard to lose weight there. It's so persistent, even after you've lost practically ALL the fat everywhere else, I bet you'll still have that bottom. "
Priscilla collapsed onto the floor in a puddle of tears.
"It could be worse, Priscilla. You have been like this naturally, instead of from me. Because, as you may have already figured out, what I've done can be undone."
Priscilla looked up at Pam through tear-stained eyes. "You'd put me back, the way I was?"
"I might, and even a little better. If you were ... a better person."
"Oh please, please! I'll do anything."
"You will. Yes, you will!" In an instant Pam was her 5'9, fit and sexy self with even a little bit more on top than before. "And don't forget, it's not just about how you treat me. If I don't hear about how you've become a new person after our little 'chat' I'll know just where to find you. Just remember the numbers 27-31-42. I trust you know exactly what they stand for."
Priscilla nodded quickly. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Pam. I ... I'll do exactly as you said. But, um can I ask, about, you know, the money ...."
"Ahh, the money. I'm keeping some, but your trust fund's a little bigger too. Daddy will have to manage on a bit less."
Priscilla didn't know what to do. "Should I kiss your hand or something?"
"Just be good, Priscilla. I'll be watching." For effect, she disappeared in a puff of smoke and
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