FLASH. Marcus blinked spots dancing in front of his eyes. He glanced at Conor's hand, the giant was holding Marcus's camera not his remote. Conor moved the digital camera in front of his cock so that Marcus could see the image on the view screen. It was a close up of Conor's cock and balls, but when taken with Marcus's special faerie cam it caused a violet aura to appear around them revealing their original shape. A tiny Marcus laying outstretched with his mouth open wide is superimposed on Conor's big cock, and hanging in the fetal position from beneath Marcus's feet is Yoshua superimposed on Conor's family jewel sack.
Marcus is seething with anger. Conor chuckles.
"Boy, are you pissed, which reminds me I need to use the john."
Marcus silently screams furiously, as Conor grabs his robe, and heads down the hall to the dorm's lavatory. He goes in, and walks up to a urinal, and pulls Marcus out.
Suddenly, Marcus gets a bit stiffer. He feels a hot liquid filling him and pushing against his insides. He can hold it no longer, and vomits out an impossibly huge stream of steaming yellow liquid. His mouth tastes like urine. At last it stops, and Conor's hand shakes the last drop from Marcus's lips. He collapses back upon himself, shrinking to 3 inches in length in the cold bathroom.
Conor scratches himself, and walks over to shower. He's still terribly horny. Guessing that the insatiable part of the perfect mate spell is still working, Conor decides to take a shower and jack off.