An hour in the hot tub, six brews later each, and the three young men were pretty wasted. Horst passed around a bowl filled with little purple pills. They staggered into the sauna, and began their jerk off competition. Horst took an early lead blowing two loads, but Vinnie and Carter were right behind with a load a piece.
"GLAH!" shrieked Ryan. He felt, tasted and smelled Vinnie's hot sticky cum filling him, and fusing with him. Twenty minutes later, the three guys were tied with 3 loads a piece. Horst had tuckered out after his early lead.
"Too bad, Ryan's not here, that dude could blow 5 or six loads easily," said Carter.
"He's not too bad at absorbing them either," giggled Vinnie, "Hey, why not?"
He stood up on the bench raised his arms to the ceiling and said in a booming voice, "I command that all transformation spells be broken and the objects return to their true form!"
Nothing seemed to happen.
"Maybe you should take him off first?" suggested Horst.
Then there was a loud thunder clap, and the lights went out. They fumbled their way out of the dark sauna and into the dark hallway to the locker room.
"Did Ryan change back?" Carter asked.
"Nah, I still have the jockstrap around my junk," said Vinnie punctuating it with a burp.
"Mmmphft!" said Ryan.
"Don't mumble, Carter," said Horst.
"I didn't mumble," replied Carter.
"Ouch! Watch your step, looks like all the light bulbs exploded," said Carter.
The three youths carefully picked their way across the locker room floor around the shattered glass. Horst grabbed some towels from a nearby bin, and made a path across the glass. They made it to the bench in front of their lockers, and gasped. The lockers were gone. At least their gear was still there lying in heaps on the floor. Where had the locker gone. Horst was in the lead, Carter in the middle, and Vinnie bringing the rear.
"Vinnie, it looks like you blew up more than the light bulbs. The lockers are gone," said Horst turning around to look over Carter's shoulder at Vinnie. He added, "Whoa! Look at Ryan!"
Vinnie looked down, and crinkled up his face, "Ew! I guess I really should have taken him off first."
"Mmgluburgft!" mumbled Ryan.
All three guys laughed. Ryan's contorted human face was now the pouch on Vinnie's jockstrap. His blond hair served as a fringe around the waistband.
"Can I touch it?" asked Carter, "I mean, him?" he added, as he bent over and extended a finger.
"Sure. I guess."
"Mpft!"
"Maybe I should take him off, and try to change him back completely?" said Vinnie.
"Nah, I wouldn't do that just yet. Standish is a brute. He kicked manhandled and abused us for years," said a deep male voice.
The three boys turned and faced a group of 14 naked guys.
"Who are you?"
"Where did you guys come from?"
Vinnie was doing some quick math. There had been fourteen lockers in front of the bench. The lockers were gone, but now there were 14 naked dudes.
"You were the lockers! You changed back when I tried to break Ryan's spell."
"Yeah, you got that part right," said the apparent leader of the naked guys.
"Wait. Those lockers are like 20 or 30 years old, and you guys look like you're 18, so how what were you toddlers when you got transformed?" said Horst.
"Heh, heh! Nah. You put jock boy in a drawer for 50 years, and then change him back, and he'll still be his old teenage self," explained the leader.
"Mmpft!" Ryan shrieked. Fifty years in a drawer? No way!