The Dean suddenly sat up
“Cock!” he shouted suddenly “give me cock!” he turned and lunged at Roger, ripping down the man’s sweats and before Roger could stop him, the Dean was sucking him down to the root. The pleasure was overwhelming and he quickly exploded into the older mans willing mouth with a roar of pleasure.
“MORE!” the Dean shouted pulling away form the spent cock, a long cum strand still coming from his mouth to Roger's cock. He lunged for Bruce who calmly stepped out of the way so the Dean ended up sucking off Frank, then he moved onto Duane; the lads quickly go the idea and formed a line to eagerly feed the Dean their hard throbbing cocks. With a mouth that seemed built to suck cock the Dean quickly polished off the entire Frat (save Bruce), even taking some of the first ones a second time after they recovered. The Dean's gut began to fill out a little as he took load after load, his six pack bulging out like a bodybuilders steroid gut, his own cock was steel hard, slapping against his gut as he sucked student after student.
Finally there was only Bruce untouched. The Dean knelt on the floor, a pile of spent students around him, he was covered in sweat and cum, and his eyes had the feral look of a predator. He zeroed in on Bruce, who smiled a little as the Dean came towards him. As the man shuffled to him, he spoke a few words of power and suddenly he was nude, his hairy 6' 8” frame and soft cock ready for the older man. The older man looked almost disappointed but quickly got him stiffening with expert lip strokes, and the cock quickly jumped to erection. The Dean began to suckle the thick shaft and his eyes bulged as Bruce’s cock kept growing in his mouth but he moved position and fed the monster down into his throat. Bruce grunted and began a second chant, his one deeper and more guttural than the first. Roger and the others could see Bruce's balls swell and pulse as he chanted, and with each word the Dean sucked harder and harder, his muscles swelling with the effort. Bruce’s eyes rolled up into his head at the effort the Dean was making but he kept up his chant, the guys around them began to get hard as the sexual and magical power coming from the joined men filled the room.
Rocking back and forth Bruce began to thrust his hips into the Deans more than willing mouth. His massive swollen balls hung almost too mid thigh and where still growing. The Deans own neglected cock and slapping hard and harder against the man’s gut, it too swelling and growing, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a wet, red head. There was not even a drop of pre cum on it; it just seemed angry and ready to burst. Roger and the others could not help themselves, their members stuck up into the air, themselves bigger and harder than they could ever remember. Something seemed to be passing between them, a need, and a want to cum onto the Dean's naked form. They quickly formed a half circle around the kneeling man.
Bruce’s chant reached a massive climax as the exact moment he and all his Frat brothers exploded. The Dean sucked down his massive load, wave after wave, even as his brothers covered the man’s big form in gallons of their own cum. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, longer than any of the men there had ever known, then as they where beginning to dribble out the Dean leaned back, his massive cock grown right up to the same level as his chest; with a roar he came, a massive fountain of cum that reached up 10 ft, only just below the ceiling before splashing down to coat all the men there!
They where all saturated, covered literally in cum. Hair, bodies, clothes, all it covered by the mighty fountain from the Dean. The men laughed, many of them drinking at thy where covered. Some danced in the shower. Roger stood there his face up turned, Bruce danced rubbing the cum into himself and drinking as much as he could....Slowly the stream lessened then stopped, the Deans inflated belly returned to a six pack, and the massive phallus slowly shrank to a mere 12' cock, then slipped further into softness. Bruce watched the Deans eyes closely and as he had planned the light of intelligence began to return.
“Wha....whats....how...who...” he stammered as he looked round at the mostly naked students. He made no attempt to cover himself.
“You where made into a sex doll Sir” Roger said, stepping forward slightly, cum dripping off him “Bruce here turned you back” The Dean stood, his bulky body, slightly taller than everyone in the room but Stu and Bruce.
“I thank you” he said in his rich voice “I remember everything that happened now” several students blushed “none of you are to blame. I'll see you get commendations for this!” Several students cheered.
“Why are you younger?” Stu asked suddenly. The Dean looked down at his body and then at Bruce, who smiled at him.
“Simple unravelling of the spell to change you physically back then, the Priapus Ceremony Sir” Bruce said “only thing I could think off to reverse the mental changes. I simply overloaded it”
“Well done” the Dean said nodding “would explain the youth and physical change” he flexed a bicep that belonged on a wrestling champ, and ran a hand through the cum slick chest rug “but given the Ceremony gives you a choice why this form?” Bruce blushed a deep red.
“It was partly based on my dad” he said “and partly on you!” he added quickly.
“I see” the Dean said with a smile “I like it very much. Do you Frat brothers know you have inducted them, and me, into a Priapus Cult now?” Bruce managed to blush an even deeper red
“Er......no. He admitted, suddenly looking at the floor.
“Priapus Cult?” Roger asked Bruce, eyebrow raised.
“I'll explain later” the big man said.
“Well with all that done, lets get cleaned up shall we?” The Dean said and with a small wave, all the cum, sweat, and smells vanished from the Frat brothers dorm. The furniture, walls, and their clothes where also suddenly clean too.
“Now that’s better” said the still nude Dean, sitting down in a armchair. “Now let me see the offender who did this to me”. The man’s voice was calm and even but Roger could hear an underlying growl. He looked over at Bruce who raised his bushy eyebrows in a ‘dunno’
Steve found the discarded John jockstrap under a chair and brought it to the Dean, somehow it was still filthy and smelling of the men’s work outs, and full of one of Steve’s many loads. The Dean ignored the sticky cum and turned the jockstrap over and over in his hands.
“What I am going to do” he said in that even handed voice, though he was talking to the jockstrap “is turn all those you transformed back, then I am going to get them to decide what your fate will be!” The big man looked up at the Frat “Let’s find every one and everything John transformed. I am tasking you to find them all! And be careful, he might of set traps!”
“All right everyone! You heard the Dean. It’s a search. Lets get to it!” Roger quickly began to organise the Frat into teams.
The Dean watched Rogers work and gratefully accepted a clean pair of boxers and sweats from Bruce. He stroked the dripping jockstrap and smiled. He was going to have so much revenge!