"Hmmm, on second thoughts. I don't stand a chance by myslef" uttered Justin in a rather self-defeating manner. "I better go get help. That guy, Chris, down the corridor offered to help the other day, think I'll take him up on it."
Justin left his room and walked 6 doors down to Chris's room and knocked.
After a few silentand awkward moments there was a response. "Yeah, what ya want?" Came a voice from the otherside.
"It's Justin, you know from room 110.I was wondering if you could help me with some revision.?" Justin replied with slight hesitation.
"What, oh sure come on in."
Justin opened the door and entered the room and frooze almost immediately. He was shocked to see Chris, an older student at 22, lying on his bed in nothing, but a pair of rather tight red boxing shorts
"Oh sorry, I can come back later." said Justin turning a bit red himself. He admitted that Chris was a good looking guy being around 6', somewhat athletic, muscular and having the classic blonde hair, blue eyes and young features that most men would kill for, but he wasn't gay. Justin had never in the slightest been interested in men, but then again there was something about this school that seemed to be able to change the inhabitans minds on this particular topic.
"No, no don't worry. We were just finished anyway." replied Chris
"Er, sorry, we?" inquired Justin looking rather puzzled.
"Yeah, that's right" Chris concentrated for a few moments and looked downwards.
Justin followed his gaze and immediatley saw his boxers beginning to grow. He watched on as the fabric thickened becoming more solid with every moment. Soon enough he could make out a figure forming, two arms wrapped around Chris's waist, legs, with feet folded and moulded into the hands, went below under the crotch, a cock was begining to appear where it would have nestled firmly between Chris's buttocks. Justin watched in awe at the power that a spell such as this must have. Still the boxers reverted. A head was clear now with Chris's cocked planted directly into the mouth, his bollocks no doubt comforted up against the persons chest and a soft seat confered by the now visible six-pack stomach muscles.
It didn't take long before another man was standing facing Chris, standing slightly shorter, but almost twice as wide with muscle. Both kissed, obviously using tongue, and without saying a word the stranger turned and left the room.
"Whooh, you're almost as red as he was." Chris had turned to face Justin. "If ya going ti be like that ya need more than my help on studying."
"But, I...I've just never, that is, I've never seen anything like that before." blurted Justin, trying to regain his composure.
"Hah, I love the niavity of first years." laughed Chris, "Well if ya really want my help, and I only give help on changing the body, then ya goin'a have to get naked."
"What, but I can't. Not in front of someone." responded Justin, perhaps just a bit too quickly.
"Look, I ain't going to be responsible for tearing your clothes when you become something too big for them. Just take them off. Ya going have to do it in some classes anyway."
"What, oh well I'm not sure." Justin thought about it for a while, "Well if I'm going have to do it for class anyway I suppose it's part of revision." He immediatley began to disrobe.
"That's it, good boy." Chris moved towards Justin...