Zach Merren never seemed like he'd achieve much. The short, somewhat squat redhead was usually found behind campus in the woods smoking with some buddies rather than ever doing any classwork. He hadn't failed out primarily due to a surprising natural aptitude for magic - being extremely accomplished at potions and curses himself. But practically everyone on the campus had some opinion or another about Zach. Most viewed him as harmless. But Paul was perturbed with the redheaded stoner. They had been paired together on a class project, and Paul had wound up doing most of the work himself as Zach continued just smoking and avoiding his responsibilities.
Pulling open the dryer, Paul grinned a bit as he spotted the 'Screaming Banshees' band t-shirt that Zach was practically always wearing. Rifling through the dryer, he pulled out a pair of light grey boxer briefs before quickly closing the dryer again. Heading into the nearby bathroom, Paul locked the door behind him and laid the underwear on the counter between the sinks. He pulled the small pocket spellbook out of his shorts, and started rifling through it in search of the curse he wanted.
There it was - transform whoever wears an object of clothing into a jackass. Grinning slightly, Paul placed his hand flat on the crotch of the underwear, and began to chant the incantation. Mid-sentence, however, he found his mind being fogged somehow. Even as he stared at the spell book, he couldn't figure out how to say the words on the page. Blinking and shaking his head, he glanced up at the mirror - and froze at the sight he beheld.
His face had acquired a light grey color and looked the texture of cotton. Around his mouth, his lips had grown thinner and were a pale blue: the exact shade of the stitching around the fly on the boxer briefs he was attempting to curse. Quickly, he withdrew his hand from the underwear - but it was already too late. His fingers became clumsy and the strength fled them - the pocket spellbook falling from his grip to the floor as the feeling of lightheadedness began to spread into his chest - his face already beginning to disappear as his nose was shortening before his very eyes - his hair falling out in clumps to reveal the top of his head had acquired a sky-blue waistband.
"No," Paul managed to gasp before he collapsed forward - his legs withdrawing into his torso as his arms shrank - his entire body folding in on itself as he transformed into a pair of grey and blue boxer briefs - his mouth the fly, what were once his arms as the leg holes, and his forehead as the waistband. The new underwear felt the world lurch around them, and suddenly he was in an unbearably hot, pitch black space - being pressed up against by other hot objects. He could hear muffled footsteps, and then the door of the dryer opened, and there was Zach - wearing only a lemon-yellow towel wrapped around his waist - with a laundry basket.
Paul was shoveled out of the dryer with the other clothes - including, he noticed, the pair of underwear he had stolen - and Zach carried the basket back up to his room. As Zach shut the door, he stuffed a hand into the basket, rummaging blindly before his short fingers seized Paul by the leg hole. As he was pulled out, Paul got a perfectly unobstructed view of Zach as the 5'4" redhead dropped his towel, revealing his stocky, very hairy form. His 3" uncut fat cock was surrounded by a thick bush of red pubes, and that was as much as Paul saw before he was screaming internally as Zach's legs were pushed - one at a time - into what felt like his arms to Paul, and before it suddenly felt as if his mouth was filled with Zach's fat, short cock.