"Kyle's up!" Shouted a jock named Ashton from a nearby table. "Anyone else got dibs on it?"
Breasts and pussy aside, Kyle had not become more feminine. His hair was still short, and he had no curve to his hips, thighs, or waist. On the other hand, there was little about him, cock and balls aside, that were particularly manly; he'd never even managed peach fuzz on his face, and his voice had barely even started to drop.
By making him the whole school's cumdump, Jen had just put that androgyny front and center.
Kyle was still in horror at the changes that had just happened, and barely processed it at first when Ashton grabbed his cock and started feeding his own into it.
Everyone around the cafeteria was watching, and drumming their fists on the tables. "GO! GO! GO!"
Ashton didn't look Kyle in the eyes, staring at his tits instead.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Kyle screamed as he felt Ashton's cock throb rhythmically in him. The jock raised both fists in the air triumphantly, pulling out with a trail of his own semen dripping on the ground. "NEXT!"
Sandi had grabbed Kyle's shirt from behind, and pulled him toward the nearest table. By this point he had caught his bearings, and struggled, but a handful of other girls and boys bore him as though he were crowd surfing, and laid him down on the table.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Sandi had lowered her panties, and lifted the edge of her skirt over Kyle's massive horsecock as though providing some slight decorum as she straddled him. He felt his cock mash against her pussy, saw her adjust her hips and felt his clit grind against hers, making him gasp. And then he felt himself slip in, and Sandi lifted her own head back with a moan.
Kyle didn't want to come. Sandi, clearly, did. Either refusing or unable to take his whole length into her, she slid up and down, up and down, grunting and gasping and flushed in her face.
"GO! GO! GO!"
"AAaaAAAHHH!" Sandi gasped, and her knees buckled; Kyle felt like his cock would have broken if her friends hadn't caught her arms, and gently carried her away with a stuporific grin on her face.
"We got three minutes!" said Rob, one of Ashton's teammates, over the drumming and the roar. "Anyone think they can get in it and out before the bell?"
"I got this." Said Colin. Kyle looked up at him; Colin was in Java class with him. A fellow nerd. And now he'd unzipped his own pants, and let a slab of cock bigger than Ashton's spring to attention.
"C--come on, man." said Kyle, weakly. "Don't--"
Colin didn't seem to hear him, or care. He shoved himself into Kyle's vagina, and began to rail away.
"GO! GO!"
Unlike Ashton, Colin had a firm grip on Kyle's cock, and whether deliberately or otherwise was working it with each thrust.
Kyle didn't want to come. He didn't want to come. He could feel Colin's massive meat stretching him from the inside, and the same fingers that could type over two hundred words a minute were playing along the outside. He didn't want to come.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Finally, gasping, Colin ejaculated into Kyle's new pussy, spending himself with three final thrusts. It was a relief for Kyle, inasmuch as anything had been since he had realized the curse hadn't worked as intended. He felt far to close to an orgasm himself, and for once in his nerdy life, he didn't want one.
And then Colin looked him in the eyes and shot him a devilish grin; his hand started to work twice as fast
The students watching stopped drumming in unison, and instead their hands beat out a drumroll.
"WooooooaaaAAAAAAHHHH!" They roared.
Kyle shook his head. Colin nodded his, still buried to the hilt inside.
Kyle slammed his eyes shut as he came, and felt Colin pull out. He spurted out semen, gasping, feeling the orgasm burst and roll through his body like a storm.
The bell rang.
The students cheered and clapped and whistled, as though at the end of a broadway musical.
Kyle was barely able to pull himself up to his knees; he saw his cock drooling cum; he wasn't sure if it was his own or Ashton's or Colin's. A half-gallon puddle a dozen feet away marked where most of his had gone.
As the other students got up from their seats, they congratulated their friends who'd gotten a crack at Kyle. Colin especially got high fives all around.
Everyone stepped past the mess, and around Kyle, even as he'd been the center of attention moments ago. As he looked up, the only one Kyle saw watching him was Jen. Her expression was unreadable. Maybe she was vindicated. Maybe she was still angry. But she didn't stick around to talk. Two minutes after the bell, the cafeteria was clear, and Kyle, still rubber-legged, was alone.