He was fed up. He wouldn't be pushed around or beaten anymore. He was going to give his tormentors their just desserts. They would know what's its like to be humiliated. He was going to have his "Sweet Revenge".
It was time-consuming, but after a while, it was done. Through his chemistry skills, he had managed to make chewy, taffy-like candy. In the form of cubes, this candy would easily become addicting.
All he had to do now was trick his tormentors into eating them and his mission would be completed.
He stuffed enough "chewies" into a basket and left it inside the boys' locker room, where his bullies hung out after football practice. He waited silently in an unused locker, making sure not to lock himself in by accident. A group of five boys entered the locker room. A boy spots the basket and the note there with it. It said, "We hope you love our treats, the cheerleaders." The boy spotted the chewies and grabs one. The young chemist waits with glee as his plot takes place.
As the first boy tries a chewy, another grabs one, and then another. Soon, each of the five had tasted a chewy. The boy in hiding wouldn't have to wait long before his work bored fruit. He heard what he thought was very loud gurgling from a boy's stomach. That boy must have swallowed his chewy and, in turn, sealed his fate.
From inside the locker, the chemist could see one boy's chest becoming puffy and then, slowly swelling. That particular boy was shirtless, making the moment even better for the young voyeur. The growing breasts became bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
With every slurp, they became more bountifully sized. The four remaining boys all had growing breasts of their own, each set being very large. Their hair, which was cut short, began growing long supernaturally quick. For two of them, their growing hair went down to their shrinking waists. The transformations continued with their rumps inflating to large proportions.
One of them finally managed to speak. "What's--Ugh--happening to us?!" His voice cracked mid-sentence.
Another boy, who hardly looked like one anymore, replied, "I think--Ahh--I think it was the candy." His deep voice had risen a few octaves with every other word he spoke. "That stuff wasn't normal." With those words, his voice sounded completely feminine. More slurping from below told the chemist that his bullies were officially women, and very shapely ones at that. The now-former brutes could deny it no longer: They were full-fledged women and something--or someone--did this to them. As for whom, they had no clue.
His revenge complete, the avenged chemist held back his enthusiasm as his targets continued to panic.
"We'll be thrown off the team for sure!" One of them said.
"Not only that. We'll be thrown out of school!" Said another.
"We'll be put in straitjackets! Nobody will believe us when we tell them that we were boys." A third added.
"Our lives are ruined!" The fourth cried, tears falling uncontrollably.
"So this is what it's like." The fifth said to herself, seemingly lost in thought as she felt her new, large breasts.
"What are you doing?!" Shouted one of the others. "We should be figuring out how to undo this, or at least get out of here before any more boys come in here and see us like this!"
"I couldn't help it. It was like--was like--" The fifth froze as stars formed before her eyes. She seemed to be lost in a daze. "What am I doing in here? Am I, like, in the wrong room or something?" She sounded genuinely confused. To the others, that was the last straw. They HAD to leave the school, even if they were seen as irresistible young women, in ill-fitting clothes, no less. For the chemist still hiding in that locker, fortunate enough not to be seen, it was indeed "Sweet Revenge". Incidentally, this photo is the last one they took together before officially going their separate ways.
