Adam spent the next few weeks in a state of mild delirium. As he spent every night in sowgirl form - grunting and fucking his room mate over and over again, then remembering nothing about it the next day - his school work began to suffer. He'd flunked several Physics tests, the reason being he hadn't studied. He wanted to...but he seemed to lose track of time after he got back to his room. He spent so much time as a swollen ball of grunting, witless fat - fucking Mario and not doing either his studying or homework - that he couldn't study or even get a full nights sleep. And, when he DID get some sleep...he dreamed only of Mario's cock, and of being a huge sow who ate slops from a troth.
And worst of all...he was getting fat.
Mario began to stock up on cheap, calorie-laden junk food to feed his personal sowgirl every night. Going so far as to take money from Adam's wallet to pay for them, and all that gorging soon had a effect on poor Adams body. Eating in sowgirl form seemed to be no defense against weight gain, and after a month...Adam had gained almost 50 lbs, and none of it muscle. In fact, he seemed to be losing muscle tone as the weeks passed, because he spent so much time in sowgirl form, that he didn't have any time to work out or jog.
Worst of all...the fat seemed to be collecting around his belly, butt and hips. His chest too seemed to swell with fat, giving his once clearly defined pecs a jiggly resemblance to female breasts. His face rounded out, bringing a disturbingly feminine softness to his chin, lips and cheeks.
But...he couldn't blame Mario. In fact, he seemed to think about Mario more and more as the weeks passed, and he began to follow the Mexican boy around when he could. He stopped dating, or even making after school plans, and he subconsiously sensed that it was all Mario's fault...but didn't know why.
He was becoming a school laughing stock, and the councilor said that he may be subconsciously using residual "loose" magic on himself...
"It certainly wouldn't be the first time this has happened, you see. I know you aren't here on a magical scholarship, but your room mate is, and Mario is an excellent sorcerer and alchemist in training. Perhaps you should turn to him for aid." the councilor said, obviously not interested in the problems of one of the schools token non-magicians. In his mind, the boy was a talented Physics student, but nothing more. Now Mario...was an artist when it came to Spellcraft and Advanced Biotransformation. Looking at this non-magical boys' problems might be a challenge.
He didn't even consider that Mario might be behind it. And if he'd known...he wouldn't have cared very much.