I restored Sam and Dave to their original forms, giving them a little bonus in the cock department besides. We made plans to meet right after school to continue our new games. Sam hung back after the other two slipped out. He seemed a little embarrassed, but I think I knew what was coming.
"Uh, Brad, could you. Um, would you, maybe...uh," he muttered, not looking at me.
"Change it back again?" He nodded, blushing. "Sure." Picturing the changes I wanted to make was getting much easier. Sam's broad smile showed all was well. He went off into the night, no doubt to a date with whatever hard objects he could find.
I spent the rest of the night exploring the power of the ring, testing its limits. I changed pretty much every part of my body, trying on different things to see what they felt like. My cock grew enormous and tiny, my balls huge and marble sized. I added hundreds of pounds of muscle, shredding my shirt like the Hulk, and stood shivering in the dark, barely seventy pounds. I went from six years old to fifty, and back again, enjoying the thrill of being so small and delicate (I held the ring on my pencil thin finger, scared to let it fall off). I didn't give up my dick, whatever else I did (which included growing breasts), not sure I wanted to give up my identity as a man. Eventually, I fell asleep.
I spent the first five periods of school making changes to people in my classes. To the guys I liked, I added a little extra. To the ones I didn't, which meant most of the jocks, I took quite a bit away. And to each and every one of the ladies I added at least a cup size. Quite a few kids wandered around the halls, their faces distant, not feeling quite the same. I smiled and went to lunch.
After eating I signed out to go to the library, since I had study hall next.
I left the cafeteria by a door next to the serving line. It led to a hidden corridor that branched off to the staff room, then continued on to the boy's locker room. Only teachers were supposed to use it, but I'd had four years of practice in giving them the slip. I slipped into the locker room, deserted now, and took a seat, pulling out my bag of rolling papers and weed. Faint noises caught my attention as I rolled the joint, and I tucked it away and went to investigate.
Peering around a corner in the maze of lockers, I saw three guys clustered together. One was on his back, legs up and pants off. One was off to the side, jerking a fairly large rod. And one was right between the other's legs, jamming his cock in and out. Hmm, I thought. Fags need it too. I was about to turn away when I heard a familiar voice: "That's so fucking HOT!" Sam?
I walked around the corner, not trying to hide. I was right up to them, looking over the shoulder of the guy buried balls deep in Sam, before they noticed me. The standing guy (a football player, I recognized him), jumped. "Fuck!" The other two froze solid.
"Relax, fellas," I said cheerfully. "I won't bite." Sam smiled up at me, happily gyrating his pussy against the hard dick in front of him.
"Hey, Brad. He's the one I told you about, guys. He did this for me." Sam reached down and grabbed the guy's hips, yanking him in.
"You really did that," the standing boy (I think his name was Ryan) asked, incredulous.
"Yep. I waved my hand and said the magic word and Sam had a pussy." I leaned against the locker, watching the other jock plow Sam.
"How did you do it?" Ryan had his hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping as he watched to two go at it.
"I told you. Magic." Ryan spared me a glance.
"Can I see?" I hesitated, not wanting to let anyone else in on the secret. But, they knew about Sam already, so who cared?
"Sure, but you can't tell anyone." I leaned down and unbuttoned Sam's shirt, baring his thin chest.
"Ok, I won't." Ryan sounded way too eager.
"I mean it. If you do, I'll make your dick disappear." He blanched. "Now watch." I gazed down at Sam's heaving ribs, picturing. His rippled belly smoothed out, a layer of fat coating the muscle, the skin softening. His happy trail disappeared, his bush the only hair on that silky expanse. His chest started to swell, two perky tits mounding up to jiggle in time to the jock's beat. Looking down at his legs, they softened too, the hair disappearing to leave perfect satiny calves. Sam's big soccer player's feet shrank and lost their calluses, becoming two dainty little girl's size fives. His firm ass grew rounder, plumper, the creamy globes perfectly hairless. Only Sam's head remained the same, his entire face scrunched up in gut-wrenching pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," the big jock grunted, firing his load into Sam's box. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He buried himself deep, letting the hot cream flood around the head of his massive cock. Sam felt it, a pool of juice trapped deep inside him. He sighed as the jock drew his dripping tool out, stuffing it in his pants and hurrying away. He turned his big pleading eyes up to Ryan, raising his smooth legs to flash his pussy.
"C'mon man, do it." Ryan needed no urging. He threw his leg over the bench, aimed, and plunged in one move. "Ohhhhhh," Sam moaned, his hips bucking up to meet Ryan's thrust. The squish of Ryan's cock meeting the jock's cum was oddly funny. I chuckled as the two boys set off like rabbits. Ryan played with Sam's tits, licking them as Sam's beautiful legs wrapped around his ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh c'mon stud, fuck me," Sam whimpered. His soft ass jiggled as Ryan slammed away, spent cum and pussy juice leaking out. The two boys moaned in unison, climax building. Ryan stopped pounding and held his cock still, wrapped in the tight heat of Sam's cunt, letting the flex of Sam's love muscles milk him over the edge. They both screamed together, Ryan's jerking dick pumping yet another load of juice into Sam's greedy snatch. The jock collapsed across Sam's chest, his head pillowed on the soft breasts. Sam tenderly reached up and brushed Ryan's hair back from his sweaty forehead. "Thanks," he whispered.
I cleared my throat. Ryan started up, guiltily, even though I'd been there all along. He slid back, rubbery dick pulling free, a flood of cum slopping out. "I'd better go. Thanks, uh, man." He pulled on his pants, moving jerkily, then hurried away. Sam let both of his feet rest on the floor, his puffy reddened pussy lips drooling cum onto the bench.
"I could get used to this," he laughed, tiredly.
"Well, we've got to get to class. It's time to put the skirt away."
"Aw, do I have to," he whined, laughing. I pictured his normal body as he sat up, his skin toughening and growing hair, his beautiful breasts melting away. He looked startled as his cock sprang up again, covered in jock cum.
"I don't want you getting bored with your new toy too soon," I said, mock sternly. I tossed him his pants. "You might want to wash off before you get dressed."
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