THUD, THUD, THUD.
The door bursts open and a huge young man with a grey complexion holds the door open as a young blond man enters under his outstretched arm. The large man ducks under the lintel and follows.
"John, you started without us," Roger Bellamy whines.
"Yeah, started without us," echoes Ogre--he really was an ogre named Uhkrahankankgurgle, an exchange student.
"Oh, Raj, Ogre, yeah, I figured I should check for leaks before tonight's party."
"I had thought you'd get us a female sex doll, but one this one may be even more fun," Roger says pulling it off John to examine it. John quickly pulls his pants up. The dean's rubber mouth is still sucking. Roger smiles, "Man, this looks just like that weasily dean, I cannot wait to try it out. Mind?" he asks not waiting for a reply he unzips and feeds his member into the doll's mouth.
John did want to join Roger's fraternity, but once he was in, he'd already decided that rude Roger would be cracking a certain brown leather book. This would leave John free to take over the frat, but he couldn't decide what would be humiliating enough for Roger. Originally, he'd intended to turn Roger into the sex doll, but with his bodyguard Ogre with him that would probably have gone wrong anyway. His eyes drifted over to Justin, where his torn jockstrap hung. Quidditch did wreak havoc on his wardrobe. He smiled as his organ swelled inside his pants as he contemplated Roger's future place in the world.
Roger didn't notice, his eyes were rolled back in his head and he was moaning in ecstacy. The dean discovered that his new form was addicted to cum, so he sucked with renewed vigor.
Ogre did notice. He wasn't the sharpest student at Stonewood, but he wasn't as dumb as people assumed. He was also terribly loyal to Roger, and instantly distrusted John as he saw the smirk on the young man's face as he watched Roger. He studied the room, and cringed as he recognized the auras of transformed humans. Both chairs, the desk, the beanbag that John was lounging in, and even the sex doll that Roger was using. Ogre's are naturally experts at self-transformation, and so have a talent at spotting tf's.
John notices the expression on the ogre's face, but figures that the exchange student is probably a prude shocked at Roger and John's exhibitionism with a sex doll. If he had read up on Ogre mating rituals, then he might have interpretted Ogre's expression differently.
John picked up the brown leather bound book, and began absently doodling with his finger on the cover. Nearly invisible magic sparks danced beneath his finger. Ogre noticed, glanced at the clock (blinking as he recognized a human aura around it too), and reminded Roger that he was due in the gym in 20 minutes. Roger sighed, and reluctantly withdrew from the dean doll.
"John, have the doll over at the gymnasium by seven, that's when the party starts. I've got to beat Sinclair at handball and Ogre here has to get the casks of wine up from the cellar." He turned and swung his open book bag into John's face. John stood and surreptisiously slipped the book into Roger's bag.
"Will do. See you soon," John said with a smile. Holding the doll in one hand, he adjusted himself with the other.
John flipped the dean over, and opened his air valve belly button. Then he put his whole weight on the doll. Woooosh, the dean doll deflated.
As Roger changed in the locker room, Ogre descended to the wine cellar wondering if he should have revealed his suspicions to Roger. Roger notices a strange book in his satchel. He opens it, and a wooden mannequin leaps out.