The Gym Crowd

"Ugh, I can't wait for New Year's resolutions to fail," Wendy muttered under her breath, glaring at the crowded gym teeming with eager neophytes. It was late January and her usually tranquil workout haunt had transformed into a slow-paced madhouse of grunting amatuers hogging machines. Normally the gym held a few hardcore regulars, but now the novices had emerged in droves, eager to tone up, only to fizzle out by February.

Wendy sighed and adjusted her headphones, cranking up the heavy metal as she marched over to her preferred treadmill. As she passed by the mirrors, she caught sight of a chubby, sweaty guy leering at a fit girl stretching. Jordan, was it? She'd noticed him the past two weeks - the way he "accidentally" bumped into women, copping a feel of their tits and ass. He rubbed his crotch against them with a sly smirk. The little pervert had it coming.

Tuning out the gym-pocalypse, Wendy cranked up her incline and sprinted, working up a sheen of sweat. Jordan caught her eye again, openly adjusting himself as he ogled a blonde on the ab machines. That was it. Time to teach this creep a lesson.

"Hey Jordan!" she called out as she slowed to a stop. "Great job keeping up your resolutions this month! You should be proud." He turned, his face flushed and sweaty, a goofy grin on his round face.

"Thanks! I'm really committed this time. Gonna get swole!" He flexed his flabby arms.

Wendy rolled her eyes but **** a smile. "I'd love to catch up and talk fitness sometime. Maybe grab some tea after a workout?"

"Uh, sure! That'd be awesome, thanks!" Jordan said, perking up.

"Awesome. See you Tuesday." Wendy gave a little wave and headed to the showers, already plotting.

Tuesday arrived and Wendy picked the cutest cafe in town, The Nashville Tea Company. She wore a snug tank top that showed off her impressive bust and perky nipples. Jordan arrived out of breath, his eyes bugging out as he took in her figure. "Damn Wendy, you look smokin' hot! Gimme your secret!" He laughed awkwardly.

"Thanks." She smiled sweetly. "I'll have to give you pointers sometime. Grab us a seat and I'll get our tea."

Wendy ordered them a pot of strong black and settled across from Jordan. As she poured, she chanted an incantation under her breath, swirling her finger counter-clockwise in the air above his cup. Magic glowed blue around the chamomile leaves before infusing the brew.

"There ya go!" She slid him the tea, watching him take a gulp. "So what made you decide to start working out?"

Jordan launched into a long-winded story about his divorce and kids. Wendy nodded along, all the while envisioning his cock shrinking with each crass comment he made about women. 5.25" long and 4.75" around, she'd bet. Heh. Not for long.

As they sipped their cursed tea, Wendy casually brought up his "clumsy" touching. "I've seen you bump into some girls, spill on them, grab 'em..." Her eyes twinkled. "It's sooo pervy! But I bet you can't help it with these sexy babes bouncing around."

Jordan nearly choked, coughing on his tea. "Oh uh- haha, yeah. I guess I am a bit of a horndog! I just can't resist sexy ladies."

"I would've never guessed," Wendy said dryly. "Well, just be careful. Wouldn't want you to slip and fall on someone's tits again." She winked.

"Ha! No, I mean, yeah, I'll stop, for sure." Jordan shifted and adjusted himself. "This tea is good though."

"Isn't it? I added a special ingredient, just for you." Wendy smirked. "Let's have another date next week and check your progress, hmm?"

"Sounds good to me!" Jordan grinned toothily, downing the rest of his drink.

They made plans and parted ways. Over the next two weeks, Wendy took Jordan for tea every Tuesday, slipping a shrinking curse in his brew each time. She snickered to herself as she watched him touch and grope women, each pervy act decreasing his manhood.

By the final meetup, he was down to a pathetic 2.75" by 1" when hard, a clitty boi. Soft, he was .1" long by .25" around, barely a stub above his balls. A lonely penis-nub.

"Charles is a very small name to give a baby," Wendy said slyly over tea. "Or should I say, clitty?"

Jordan shifted, face flushed. "I don't get it."

"Well Jordan, all those 'clumsy' grabs you keep making? I cursed your cock, 1/4 inch lost for each one! I bet you're down to a little clitty by now." She smirked. "Isn't that right, clittyboi?"

Jordan's eyes widened as he felt his crotch. "What the fuck! It shrunk!"

"Not my fault you were an asshole. You're a clittyboi now." Wendy laughed.

Tears filled his eyes as he pressed his palms together. "Please, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! Please, make it big again!"

"No promises," she said coldly. "But maybe if you keep being a good boy and stop molesting women, it'll grow back. Slowly."

Jordan sniffled. "I'll be good, I swear! Thank you Wendy." She winked. "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do."

Wendy stood and stretched, her huge tits nearly spilling out of her tank top. Jordan gulped and nodded vigorously. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Good. Now don't make me have to curse the rest of you." With that, she sauntered out, leaving Jordan to contemplate his new clittyboi existence.

The next Tuesday, he was a perfect gentleman at the gym - courteous, respectful, keeping to himself. Wendy smirked, watching from her treadmill. The clittyboi curse was working.

The weeks rolled by and Jordan's cock grew back a bit at a time as he kept up his good behaviour. 1.5" by .5", then 2". He blushed and ducked his head whenever Wendy passed by.

By summer, the gym returned to normal, most newbies gone. But Jordan remained, pumping away, his 4" hard-on straining in his shorts. Wendy smiled to herself, knowing her curse had taught the pervert a lesson. He'd be good to women now.