The rest of your classes for the day went on as normal except everyone was buzzing about the match on later that day against your school's biggest rivals. After the last period you need to take another piss and head to the changing rooms early, a little on edge wondering if there'd be a repeat of your last visit. As the changing room doors swings closed behind you out of the corner of your eye you once again notice strange shadow had been standing behind it. Before the shadow gets a chance to move your quick athletic reflexes jump into action and you push mysterious chubby figure up against the wall with your powerful jock muscles. The shadow emits a pathetic squeal that echo across the tiles along with the thump of a heavy text book and something wooden clattering to the ground.
"Well well if it isn't the dorky porky" you smirk as you pull off the hood of the black robe to reveal the flabby face of the grub who thought it was worthy enough to date you last week.
"Wh-wha how did you know it was me!?" he squeaks as he attempts to squirm out of your grasp.
"It's fucking obvious. The piggy that's obsessed with sucking my sausage vanishes for days and suddenly when my cock starts acting weird some fatass playing dress up decides to start stalking me?" you snort and carry the big ball of lard over to one of the stall "Just because I don't have my nose stuck in a book every second like a nerd doesn't mean I'm a fuckin' moron."
You hang him up on the coat hooks by the scruff of his cloak and he continues to kick and flail about helplessly.
"C'mon lemme down! You'll tear my robe, I had to custom order it online!"
Ignoring him you walk over to the book he dropped. The cover reads "Magic Made EZ (Curse Edition)". There is a ribbon bookmark attached to it with an ornately carved wooden stick tied to the end. As you reach down to pick it up the butterball pipes up again.
"Hey don't touch that!" he whines "It's mine, give it back!"
"Shut it dweeb" you punch him in the his soft ample gut. He cries out in pain but settles down to a soft whimper as you open to the first page.
"Magic Made EZ (Curse Edition) is a fast and simple way to access ancient arcane jinxes and curses. No need to memorize complex incantations or draw up confusing magic diagrams, just find the spell you want, tap the circle with the Magic Made EZ Pointer Wand (tm) and aim at your intended target!"
"What the fuck is this?"
"I-It's nothing, just a thing for a fantasy game!" the loser stutters, before he starts babbling "It's nerd stuff, you wouldn't be interested just give it back okay? please?"
You flip through to one of the dog-eared pages.
"Truth Curse: Target this spell at anyone and they'll answer any questions honestly for 1 hour."
You take the stick attached to the book and tap the circle on the page. The ink starts pulsating with a light glow and you can feel the wand humming slightly. You point it towards the dangling dingus and feel a wave of energy run through the book, down the ribbon out the wand towards him.
"No! Don't - ooof"
An invisible force seems to hit him and he looks more nervous than ever. Contrary to his constant whining before now it looked like he was trying with all his effort to keep his mouth shut.
"What just happened?" you ask holding up the book.
"You've used a truth spell on me and now I have to answer all your questions" his mouth blurts out despite all his efforts. He slaps his hand over his mouth.
"Hmm is that so?" you start thinking deviously. "And what were your plans with this book?"
"I was going to keep swapping your dick with objects but not let you cum," he says, still audible despite being muffled through his hands "Then when you were desperate for someone to suck you off you'd say yes when I offered!"
"That's a convoluted plan, what there's no mind control spell or something?"
"There is, it's on page 210." his eyes started going wide with fear now as you turn to the page.
"Submission Curse: Makes a target act on their desire to submit to the caster for a few hours. Warning will not work on targets that have no conscious and subconscious desire to submit to the caster."
"So this was the first spell you tried on me and it didn't work is that it?" This dweeb thought he was going to make you his little jock toy did he?
"No, it's the second spell, the first spell I used was the truth spell when I asked you out because I thought you might secretly like me."
"And the you spent an entire week coming up with this new foolproof masterplan?" you laughed.
You don't expect a response to your rhetorical question but the spell compels him to answer, "No, I spent the first three days crying and masturbating."
"Damn, just how pathetic are you?" you remark, again rhetorically.
"Even with unimaginable magic powers I'm too much of a useless loser to do anything right." He blurts out before trying to hold back his next line "Also my penis is tiny!"
"Won't argue with you there." you smirk, as you watch the dejected dork dangling at your mercy "Now I need to teach you a lesson for messing with my cock..."