Ryan felt reinvigorated. He took a deep breath. His powerful chest swelled. He couldn't resist, and he beat his bare muscled chest, and let out a Tarzan yell. Then he continued up the stairs, the scene with the witch in the basement a vague and insignificant memory. Ryan's manhood swelled within the confines of his shiny leather-look water polo Speedo. He found that with every other step he would be reaching to adjust his pouch.
"Man, I wish this suit was looser," Ryan complained as he re-entered the main hallway.
The witch glanced up from her cauldron, and then muttered, "Not worth the trouble."
In the hallway, Erick was running toward the sound of the yell. Jonathan, Sei and Mike all heard it too, but the house's accoustics tricked them into running the wrong directions.
Erick's open mouth collides with Ryan's. And the collision becomes and embrace and passionate kiss. Erick struggles but he cannot resist Ryan's strong embrace. He finds himself undressing, not understanding why he's feeling what he does. He's just caught up in the moment of the spell.
"I definitely need a Speedo with a bringer pouch," Ryan says as naked Erick swallows Ryan's swollen cock and balls. Erick's face is flushed and getting redder as he tongues and deep throat's his former bud Ryan.
Ryan kicks away the Speedo that he was wearing, and wraps Erick's hands around his thighs to grab Ryan's ass.
Erick feels light-headed. His whole body seems lighter too. He's becoming less substantial. He vaguely thinks he must not be getting enough oxygen, but that's not it. He craves Ryan's cock and balls, and ass, and pulls himself on to Ryan. His body is in fact changing. He has lost over 175 lbs, and currently weighs only a few ounces as his filmy body wraps itself around Ryan's crotch to reshape itself into Ryan's new red Speedo with a skoosh more room where it counts.
Ryan adjusts Erick and continues down the hallway leaving Erick's clothes and his own old red Speedo lying in a heap.