Peter laid on the tray, trying to move. He felt sluggish, his body just barely responding. He could actually feel his body changing. Struggling, Peter looked up and watched his powdered, tanned body slowly start to morph. His firm muscles softened. Muscles became soft fleshy dough. His toned body started to loose definition. His abs slowly flattened, becoming a single, smooth mound. His arms started to get rounder, his shoulder, biceps, forearm, and wrists becoming one long piece of dough. The same started happening to his legs and the slowly morphed into long, thick trunks. His waist grew and became one unite with his torso, He chest started to deflate and his firm pecs were gone, leaving him with just a thick, log for a body.
"Uh....help me..." Peter said slowly as his neck started to change. It got thinner as his head grew bigger, rounder, and flatter. He didn't know what was happening to his golden locks, but he could feel them changing as well. Peter's once firm erection started to deflate as well. He wilted as it slowly drew in size. It soon became flat in between Peter's legs. Peter's head fell back, him being unable to filt it any more.
"What's happening to me?" he asked.
Dean walked back over and examined Peter's new form. He poked and prodded the blond, getting moans from him. He nibbled a bit on Peter's flat cock and made a sound.
"Just need to rise now." Dean said before moving away.
He left Peter laying there for an hour as he went on the search of more of his friends. While Dean was gone, Peter felt himself start to rise. As the minutes past, his body grew. It was a slow transformation, driving the unfortunate boy crazy. He became thick, bulkier, and large. He increased in volume, becoming around and fitting most of the tray. He tried to call for help, but realized he could only make strange, airy sounds.
"Hhhhhhhelf. Hhhhhhomehhhone hhhhhhhhhlf pfe." he wheezed. He heard foot steps, but could move to see who was coming.