"Yeah, you's rite as rain, Colin," Chuck said, scratching at an itch in his crotch. His hard boner was leaking something fierce already, but he knew Cody needed someone so he'd get to have more fun with Colin later on, once they finished their chores. "But I been tryin' to think on who we can git for Cody's com-pan-eon, and I'mma not comin' up with no i-dee-yers, Colin. Has you got any?"
"Uh, c'aint says I do, Chuck," you answered, sliding your hand in your overalls and eagerly rubbing your thumb back and forth against the foreskin tip of your leakin' erection. "But maybe Cody his-self knows a someone he'd be likin' to git fer 'is pet. Hey, Cody? D'ya knowed anyone you'd like to git fer yer's own pet?"
Cody looked up from where he'd sat down for a sniffle, angry that mama Maggie's magic on Chuck's overalls--and also on their swimmin' hole--supplied Chuck with an i-dern-tickle twin out of the purr-dee blonde college guy that'd got briefly turned into Colin Jones before he'd had the chance to pick the 16-year-old hunky blonde teen for his pet. He was secretly attracted to that hunky blonde teen Colin 'cause of the teen's puffy light-blonde hair, and the pleasant peppery odors that his teenage body was always giving off, especially when Colin got all hot and sweaty.
But Cody had seen mama Maggie's spell-making rituals before, so he knew his ma's power was not quite perfect how she'd done it. Cody even remembered being a lot older: 19-years-old in fact, before he got transformed into the stinky little 10-year-old Cooper-boy he was now.
Cody still had vivid memories of being a 19-year-old teenager, when he was pumping gasoline at his gran-pappy's petroleum station. He was only being friendly to mama Maggie when she'd driven her rusted whatever kind of car it was to his gran-pappy's station for a fill-er-up.
Unfortunately, he'd made a comment on just how he could surely satisfy her by "fillin' her right up behind his gran-pappy's station with a real private kind a pumpin' if'n she wanted," that day.
Of course, that was the last time he'd been able to pump anything out of his testicles after the sexual funnin' things he'd foolishly offered to her.
But it hadn't changed his previous 19-year-old needs or libido at all. His constant arousal was made even worse being left with a small 10-year-old boy body because he was now unable to actually get-off and spurt any actual ejaculations. Oh, every orgasm he had surely felt like he'd climaxed, although nothing ever squirted out of his now peanut-size boners, except for the little trickles or droplets of pee-pee he'd helplessly dribbled out.
So it were real easy acceptin' the twin's willingness to include him in their fun each night in bed, though.
They were completely in the dark about his past 19-year-old sexual experiences behind the gas station, including the frequent regulars he had: the married ladies, businessmen, truckers, bikers, and the one-off driver's that he'd flashed his muscular ripped abs to. He'd easily convinced them--both male and female--to follow him behind the gas station's building for a quickie.
And Cody remembered exactly how he once looked, with a spiky buzz of sparkly orange hair. It was even brighter orange than that 17-year-old teenage hunk, Jesse Sanderson's orange hair before the teen went and got his-self turned into a bull-like teenage minotaur, penned in with a real bull inside mama Maggie's breedin' barn.
Cody wasn't sure if the drivers he tempted were more fascinated by his shiny orange-colored hair, or his heavily freckled face and body. Judging their often startled expression when he'd flashed his muscular abdomen at them, revealing its deeply grooved and severely spotted ripples of muscles, he figured they all grew curious if those spotted freckles they saw had actually covered 'every where' on his 6'6" body ... and a course, they did ... everywhere!
"I done knowed who woulda made me a real pur-dee pet," Cody said, and wiped away the fresh tear leaking down the side of his dirt-streaked sweaty face. "A'course, it don't rightly matter none now, now that Chuck done gone an' stoled you aways from me, Colin. But I seen what mama Maggie's spell on Chuck's overalls done to you, Colin, so I's already knows what happens if'n the one I gits to wear mine were to git in'ta our swimmin' hole af-fer-ward. He'd likely be turnin' in'na my twin, I reckin'. So all I gotta do is git someone t'wear my overalls, an' then they'll git turned in'na my own o-ridge-a-nul body. A'course, I think mama Maggie's spell might somehow's make 'em wanna go an' git in our swimmin' hole af-fer-wards. That ways they's git turned in'na my own twin so they's gotta stays like that, bein' same as us, as my own twin, fer-ever n' ever, too, Colin."
"That's a hole's lotta in-fer-may-shun you sayin', Cody, but I din't stole Colin on pur-piss!" Chuck exclaimed, glancing at the once purr-dee-lookin' dark blonde college guy who had become the sexy white-haired Colin Jones for near-y a moment a'fore he got turned in'na Chuck's own i-dern-tickle black-haired dirty twin. "I knowed it were the spell from mama Maggie's magic on our own swimmin' hole that'd trans-formulated Colin in'na my's owned 13-year-old teen twin, Cody. But he din't change from bein' purr-dee Colin Jones to bein' Colin Cooper onna' count'a somethin' I gone an' done, a'cept'n fer pushin' Colin in'na the water!"
"Oh, I knowed you din't, Chuck," Cody stood up, glancing at Colin's new teen body. "I was jus' a might ang-ree about it, about Colin changin' in'na your twin instead a mine when he gots all soppy wet. But I woulda' picked Colin fer my new pet, is all."
"You woulda' really done that, Cody?" you questioned, smilin' at your little brother Cody. You always wondered what it would a been like bein' Cody's twin instead of bein' Chuck's twin. Not that you din't love bein' Cody's twin, mind you. You just felt like you hadda' watch over Cody; watchin' him more protectively, almost like you was his watchdog or special guard dog. "You know's, Cody, I think I's jus' reckin on'a who'd you'd might wanna change in'ner yer new pet! I think he might make a real fine obee-dee-ent new pet fer ya, too."
"Yeah?" Cody asked, his dull gray eyes almost flashing brightly for a milli-second. "N' ... are you's gone tell me who you was thinkin' of, Colin, or is ya jus' gonna makes me go on n' try guessin' who it were?"
"Oh, I's gonna go n' tells you who, Cody," you snickered, shivering from the partial orgasm you'd just spurted inside your overalls. You squeezed your slimy crotch anxiously, and quickly continued, "Only thing is, Cody, I doesn't know fer sure what else mama Maggie's magical spell is gonna do to him if'n he wore yer overalls without him goin' in'na our swimmin' hole affer-wards, n' gittin' all wet n' alls. You's seen what'd jus' hap-pinned to me, and also to horny Jesse Sanderson a ways back, still trapped inside that smelly breedin' pen with Iron-Wood as if Jesse were one of them fee'mal cows mama Maggie uses ta breeds 'im with."
Neither you nor Cody paid attention to Chuck's mumbling interruption when he said, "An' Iron-Wood's surely gots one hard-as-iron gi-nor-mu-lus bull's cock on 'em, don't he? He's rightly named, s'all's I'mma sayin'."
"I already knows mama Maggie's magical spells are never alls purr-fect-like, Colin," Cody said, giggling. He'd seen the results of his ma's spell on Jesse Sanderson, specifically on Jesse's Sanderson's new sexual equipment, gaining the exact duplicate of the real bull's hairy-sheath and impressively large blackish mottled bull-penis along with its same giant hairy bull-sack and heavyweight testicles. "N' I knows Jesse gives as much as he gits from Iron-Wood's own private-like attentions every day since mama Maggie penned 'em up together, n' all. Funny how it's Iron-Wood who seems to not like gettin' it from mino-toor Jesse, though. A'course, I's seen 'em both gittin' alls hard n' horny-like whenever they's doin' it."
"They's always doin' it, Cody," Chuck stated, his hand buried inside his sweat pants, actively going at it with himself. "I jus' don't know how Jesse supports the weight a that bull, ridin' him like that s'much. He's only got two a them bull legs instead a four, n' he don't hardly look like a full-on bull, cept'n fer all a his new sex parts he gots just like Iron-Wood's hangin' down theres, now. A'course, Jesse sure likes doin' all a them same bull-like breedin' spurts right up n'side'a Iron-Wood's shitter, no matter they both bulls."
"C'mon, Colin," Cody stomped his right foot down, the stolen Nike shoe on it nearly falling off. Cody looked at you with his cute puppy-dog eyes. "I thought you said you's were gonna tell me who you thought a fer me so's I could be like makin' 'im in'na my new pet!"
"I am, Cody," you said, groaning from your failed full-on ejaculation. You lowered your right hand back inside your overalls, resuming where you'd left off, and said, "I think you should goes an' git..."