As they walk, Kyle ponders the fellow senior, now following along with him. Anthony's eager desperation makes him laughably seem even more like an eager puppy than the transformed Noah walking along the opposite side of him.
Watching the tall, muscular teen, kyle realized that as hot as he is, it just wouldn't fit his new station in life to walk around looking like some skater adonis anymore.
Anthony himself was all nerves, sweating just slightly with the intensity of his need, barely resisting playing with his own stiff cock every time he saw even the slightest hint of Kyle's cock bulging in his pants. He hardly even noticed the first time he stumbled slightly walking along, chalking it up to distraction.
Kyle grinned as the normally self-assured, athletic and steady skater regained his balance.
"Having trouble?" he said.
"C'mon man, I'll be fine if you just let me have some more!" Anthony almost cried.
"Oh, sure, once we get to my place. You'll be ready by then."
"What does that mean?" he said, his deep voice cracking.
"Haven't you noticed?" asked Kyle, his grin widening.
"Noticed what?" said Anthony, trying to clear his throat. His voice was squeaky.
Anthony was rapidly losing height, stumbling more as he tried to walk in a body that was changing second by second. Height and muscle, as his body lost its masculine broadness, shoulders slimming, heavy muscle diminishing to a barely noticeable tone. His clothes were keeping pace with the changes, just barely, hanging loose but never quite slipping off, and he was finding it harder and harder to keep up with his suddenly much heavier-seeming board.
"Oh fuck, what's happening to me?" he exclaimed, his voice cracking and squeaking.
The teen, once arguably the king of the local skaters, would barely pass for a freshman now. His slim, short, smooth and nearly hairless body showed no sign of his years of dedicated practice. His face was round and rosy, wide eyed and sporting nothing but pale peach fuzz, his sun bleached, shaggy blond hair brightened into a more vivid straw-yellow color, and his dark tan faded away. He looked like a damn kid, but he knew deep down he was still 18, still a senior. If he looked in his wallet, he'd see the same school ID and driver's license, but with a new picture in their places. And the bulge in his smaller shorts (clearly bought from the kids section; he recognized the slight differences) was undeniably an adult size, even if there were only a few pubes to be found.
"I can't skate like this!" he sobbed in his pubescent-sounding voice, momentarily forgetting his deep need for cock, holding his board up pitifully, hardly able to lift it.
"Sure you can!" said Kyle, mock-reassuringly.
The board shifted in his hands, the expensive custom skateboard shrinking into an off-the-shelf model meant for a kid, complete with vaguely childish graphics, though nothing from any cartoon he knew of.
"My board! That doesn't help anything!" said Anthony.
"Oh, I think it's just right for you," retorted Kyle.
Suddenly Anthony felt something in his head, and just like that things were different. Yeah... he could skate with this. He suddenly couldn't remember why he even needed something like that big, fancy board he used to have. Any skateboard was awesome! And one day, he was sure he'd even learn some tricks or something. He dropped the board to the ground and started skating. He was pretty unsteady, but he could at least go fast enough to keep up with the much taller Kyle.
"That's more like it," said Kyle, as Anthony's clothes shifted from the smaller version of his previous outfit into almost a parody of skate wear, the outlandish styling of corporate synthesized trends resold to people who wanted to copy their heroes, but didn't really understand them.
"How long til we get to your place?" whined the wannabe skater, as he struggled to keep his balance. "I need your cock so bad!"