"Hey, Ty," Dustin blurted excitedly. "C'mon down to the end of the hall. The three bears are pickin' on Ybom! Bet you've always wanted to take care of them. I know
I have!"
Ty didn't hesitate for a moment. The 'three bears' - Biff, Brent and Brand - originally nicknamed the '3B's,' the extension to the three bears just happened naturally as
they'd matured - had been the bane of nearly everyone's existence all throughout their school years. Now burly sports stars as well, they were inseparable - and
insufferable. All were Dustin's age, but pranced around as if they were the oldest, coolest kids in school. 'Ybom' had been the nickname unceremoniously given to Sam
Mendes, a nice, gangling kid, whom the others had chosen the mocking name for (the word 'Moby' backwards) since he had the smallest dick of any boy in the school.
Ty knew where Dustin wanted him to head, a dead-end corridor where Sam's locker was. Ty had always liked Sam, and the two sometimes still hung out together.
Sure enough, as Ty and Dustin rounded the corner, they found the three bears (along with Bambi Gnostrom, head cheerleader, Biff's girlfriend and all around stuck-up
snot, who was never far from the bears) trying to stuff all six foot-two of Sam into his locker. No one else was around.
Ty concentrated. Hard. "Freeze!"
All four stopped as if someone had hit the pause button on a cosmic remote control. "What'd'ya think, Dustin? This isn't going to be easy. I've already taken away any
awareness of what's going on for 'em, but I don't know if I can do a lot to all four at the same time."
The two boys thought for almost a half minute. Dustin then whispered in Ty's ear. Ty's eyes began to gleam and a slight smile came to lips.
"OK, here goes," he answered his older step-brother.
"Sam, you're a cool dude. Smart, too. Just a little shy and awkward. No big surprise, after the years of teasing you've had. So...." here he pointed first at Biff, closed
his eyes, then at Brent, then Bryan.
"There are three of you, so each of you studs are going to lose 1/3 the length and thickness of your own cocks and pass it Sam. NOW! The same goes for the size of
your balls. NOW!"
Sweat was forming on Ty's forehead and trickling down behind his ears. He actually had to grab Dustin's arm for support.
Ty had no idea how endowed any of the bears was to start with, and didn't much care. Dustin pulled his little bro to the side. "Look," he hissed.
They could now see Sam more clearly and watched as noticeable evidence of a substantial package stretched the fabric of the teen's trousers. "No more Ybom for
Sam," grinned Dustin.
"Yeah, I'd better make sure everyone thinks he's always been Moby!" Ty answered, and concentrated on just that. "Sam, it looks as if you're the school record holder
in at least one category," Ty told the unaware boy. "Enjoy it. Now, what about a little more fun before the bell? Hell, a lot more. I feel like I'm on a roll. Any more
ideas, D?"
After a short conference, they'd agreed, and wanted to arrange it so all four would be affected, since they were always together - even down to the same class
schedule. Ty stepped forward to Bambi and touched her on the forehead. "Bambi, you're a real pain in the ass, but the most annopying thing about you is the way you
add 'y'know' to almost anything you say. So, whenever the four or you are together, for the next 100 times you say 'y'know,' you will gain one pound. Your clothes (he
moved his hand in the air in front of them) will stretch to fit. A little help here, D."
Dustin grasped Ty's arm and led him to Biff, the buff football player, not above average height, but a solid nearly 200-pounder. "Biff, when the four of you are together,
each of the next 100 times you hear Bambi say 'y'know,' you will lose on pound of weight, mass and bulk."
Next was Brent, the 6-1 basketball captain. "Brent, when the four of you are together, the next 100 time you hear Bambi say 'y'know,' you will lose ... let's see (Ty did
some quick math in his head) ... 1/10th inch." Dustin couldn't hold back the laughter at the thought of a 5-3 version of Brent and snorted loudly.
"And Brand," Ty continued. "Brand, you're probably the least obnoxious of the bunch, but your smartass attitude needs a fix. So, anytime the four of you are together,
the next 100 times you hear Bambi say 'y'know,' you will revert to whatever ability to communicate and express yourself you had, um, (Dustin whispered in Ty's ear
the number they'd arrived at) 6 weeks ago, then 6 weeks before that, and so on. You'll still be able to understand evryone and everything the same way you do right
now, but your emotional reaction, vocabulary and manners are what will change."
Ty and Dustin had done the math. That would bring Bryan back to the level of somewhere between a 4- and 5-year-old. they both stepped back to the corner of the
corridor.
"One last thing," Ty continued. "You will not notice any of these changes. But everyone else will, and will accept them as normal. 10 seconds after Dustin and I leave,
you'll wake up. Oh, and you'll leave Sam alone and never bother him again. NOW!"
Ty almost collapsed from the strain. Dustin lifted him up from under the arms (Ty's shirt was getting soggy from the effort) and dragged him around the corner. "Ty,
bro, you rule," Dustin said under his breath.