The stamina candle burned for 3 days and nights. Brad and Amy's sweat slick bodies merged as one in a perpetual passionate embrace. What a way to spend the three day holiday! Sex, sex, sex. It was so hot, so real, Roger was captured and enraptured. He didn't want to break up Brad and Amy any more he wanted to experience being Brad doing Amy.
"Oh, Amy, you're better than ever, I can't wait until President's Day Weekend when we can repeat this," Brad said rolling off Roger/Amy just as the candle burned itself out as it burned down to its base. At the same instance, Roger found himself transferred back to his own body.
He felt stiff all over, and wiped the spider web off his face. He shifted the dirty clothes that were piled on top of him. Mark had apparently stuck his body in the closet on top of the clothes hamper during the three day weekend. He opened the door, and walked into Mark's room. The device was sitting on the desk unattended.
Wait to President's Day? No way, thought Roger. He'd seen Mark operate the device, it seemed really simple. He was sure that Brad was still in Amy's room. So he entered Amy Spellman's room number and entered "Bradley" as the subject into which he was to be transferred. For duration Roger typed until Bradley comes ten times.
The room glowed, and suddenly Roger found himself feeling really limp and restrained by something hard and cold. He looked out at a giantess. He was totally creeped out when he saw a giantess looming over him. It was Amy. What had gone wrong with the spell?
"Okay, Brad, little Bradley is all locked up in your chastity device until next month. By that time your forced chastity will have renewed our stamina candle," Amy said putting the key on the chain around her neck back under her blouse. She bent over and kissed Roger on his face with his huge slobbering lips. Roger convulsed as Brad's blood filled him and tried to swell him, but the steel tube which was locked around him kept him flaccid. His whole body ached. She then said, "See you in a month, Bradley." Looking up into Brad's eyes she said, "And I'll see you for dinner."
Roger learned his grave mistake. Brad's legal name is Brad. He calls his cock "Bradley."