"Best of all, the more aroused they get, the more my spell will take effect," Gassypants announced. "And you know what that means..."
The crowd clapped and jeered thunderously. Hasheem knew that all the Daddies knew.
"Yes!" he boomed with a great big smile. "They'll become either an adorable boy or baby, right for the plucking, either a Daddy, overjoyed at integrating the Daddy Dimension! We'll see what pure chance makes of them!"
Everyone laughed and cheered anew, most impatient to see what would become of the two men currently furiously making out in front of a large audience. As they released the pent-up sexual tension at present ruling them, the back of the minds of Mitch and David did shout out silently and weakly in alarm. What would become of them indeed?!!? To be transformed into a fat, hairy, sweaty slob happy to build a large family and participate into the kidnapping and brainwashing of other men about to become their pets, or one of the pets themselves, a baby or boy condemned to act as such and eternally the charge of a man way to intent of being a father? What was the worst?!!? Hard to say, especially as in both cases they'd be brainwashed!
Fortunately - or not in the long run - David at the thought of becoming a vile fatso like those observing him managed to get back to his normal state. He punched Mitch, expressing his deep disgust and luckily Mitch was able to break from the spell too, spitting and feeling very sick.
"Gross!" he sputtered, while Hasheem frown with displeasure and the crowd became clearly and thoroughly disappointed.
Alas, Hasheem got angry at the sudden stop of his show and approached slowly but threateningly. Mitch and David backed away, frightened. That obese jerk could do magic after all.
"Fine," Hasheem growled. "If you won't let chance decide for you, I will. And I won't be as generous."
The crowd still watching, he blasted his magic at the two men, who greatly were horrified at what was going to befall them. Maybe we SHOULD have let chance decide after all...