Rick shook his head. Tank would make a helluva muscle shirt. Now he just had to get him some candy and powder. If only he had another roofied beer.
About 30 seconds later, Rick followed Tank down to the basement. Tank was holding a beer, and eating a slice of pizza. He walked over to Rick, and buddy threw his massive arm over Rick's shoulders, and shoved the bottle of beer into Rick's mouth.
"Drink up, Rick!" he said.
It was Warren's half filled bottle of roofied beer. Tank must've assumed it was Rick's. He swallowed a mouthful, choking a bit as it went down.
"Hey, my beer's over there!" Rick said pointing.
"So I guessed right, this one was Warren's or Chad's," Tank said.
"Huh?" Rick was confused.
"So when ya going to change Chad back?"
"S'permanent," intimated Rick as the magically enhanced roofie took effect.
"No magic's permanent. What sort of magic school did you go to?"
"Magic school? Huh? I'm self-taught. If you gots magic why are you a jock at a regular school?"
"I like pounding guys. Magical athletics involves all sorts of spells, it involves less physicality unless you're the one under the boulder that materialized. So what makes you think your spell on Chad is permanent?"
"I don't plan to ever take him off."
"Well. Since he'd probably stop the party, I'll let you wear him this weekend. But he gets turned back in the morning." He looked over at the pizzas on the table where Warren's clothes lay strewn on the floor. "You only ordered 3 pizzas?"
"More than enough. All the jocks are going to end up articles of clothing. You're going to be my muscle tank top - get it, Tank? Tank is a tank top?" He snickered.
"In your dreams, cock ring Rick," Tank said fingering a shiny talisman at the end of a chain around his neck.
"Whoa!" gasped Rick, as his mouth formed a perfect "O" and his body collapsed around it. The ring landed on top of the warm jockstrap and shorts. Tank shucked off his jeans, and put Rick on his cock, and forcing each testicle through him. Then he picked up Chad and Warren, saying, "Hope Rick put plenty of Spandex in you two."
Then he put them on.
He laughed, so Chad's PIN was his jersey numbers. Tank ordered ten more pizzas, and phoned Bruno to bring a keg.
The door bell rang again.