Bruce studied the blow up Dean, his eyes half closed as he worked out the magic used on the man. He mumbled an anti-magic ward to him self a little as he worked to trace the patterns, Bruce was after the best of the Frat at Magic and didn't want to get caught out by some stupid anti-counter spell. Built like a linebacker, Bruce was the hairy, gentle giant that won't hurt a fly, and one of the few that understood Ogre's language and size issues.
It took all day, the Demon’s spell was well constructed, but then he had it, he called Roger in and explained the solution.
"Quite simple" he said in his deep New England accent "I'll need some space though" Roger got the others quickly organized and the lounge was soon clear of furniture.
"OK, now he'll experience some disorientation when he comes back, so be prepared to help him with anything he asks for ok?" Bruce said. The others all nodded. Bruce placed the Dean doll on its back in the centre of the floor space and began a slow chant, circling the doll as he spoke gesturing here and there to unravel the strands of the magic. The others watched fascinated as the doll began to change colour, gaining more solidity and mass.
The plastic of the doll slowly changed back into flesh, the suckling mouth into real lips and teeth. The Deans inflatable muscles began to slip into real, warm hairy, muscle.
“He's quite well hung” Dave mentioned.
“I don't remember him having that much muscle and hair either” Roger said. Bruce just smiled at them and kept up his chant.
“He's defiantly younger” said Duane unconsciously adjusting his hardening cock. Bruce again just grinned at his frat mates and continued to walk around the slowly changing doll-man. As the plastic flesh continued to change the Deans formally moulded dick popped lose from his plastic thighs and grew massively erect. Several of the frat boys whistled at the Deans massive 12 inches of uncut cock.
“Damm” Roger said out loud. Some of the frat sat down to watch the remainder of the change, Duane unashamedly pulled his own 8' cock out and started pulling at himself, his eyes locked on the changing man. Roger rolled his eyes; Duane always was unashamed about jerking off in front of the others. Frank quickly followed suit as did some of the others. Bruce made eye contact with Roger and grinned as their frat mates wacked off.
The transformation quickened as Bruce got into the last few strand of the spell. The Dean's body filled out into a wide shouldered, quite thickly muscled, hairy 30 yr old. Gone was his pot belly, gone was his bald head. His eyes shone with the power of an Arch Magi in his prime. The atmosphere was getting more and more sexually charged as the various 20 years, old got more and more turned on. Roger was hard in his sweatpants, but he resisted the urge to wank off, he wanted a clear head to deal with the Dean when he was restored. Bruce too was unaffected, though Steve coming back in from his workout immediately sprung a massive boner into the John jockstrap and within seconds of coming into the room was pawing at his groin.
The spell was almost finished, the 30 something’s big chest was heaving up and down, the massive cock throbbing to Bruce's chant and the rhythm of the students wanking. The Dean began to thrash on the floor as the life finally returned to all his limbs. Suddenly he groaned loudly and an enormous orgasm over took his massive body, cum flying high into the air then splattered down onto his belly and chest. The men all round him also exploded at the same time, cum flying all over the room. A beautiful, charged silence fell over the room, the men grunting and panting.