"...just a dick head. You'll see," Keith explained.
Keith shoved the cellophane wrapped jock jerk into his back pocket. Chad felt his body conform to the shape of
Keith's butt cheek. He had felt so cold after the transformation that the warmth radiating from Keith's
backside made him feel happy and secure in spite of his current predicament. Chad couldn't really make out
what Keith was saying now to Chris or what Chris was saying back. He did recognize some words, "gym", "new
life" and wicked laughter.
They walked fast, and Chad's body kept twisting and shifting with Keith's muscles and it got pleasantly
hotter. In spite of being wrapped in plastic film, Chad discovered he could smell, and his sense of smell was
different. He could smell Keith - specifically, Keith's ass, and it was making him so horny. He knew he
wasn't gay, but that didn't seem to matter. He just really wanted to plow Keith's ass. As Keith walked,
Chad's new unattainable obsession grew.
Suddenly, fluorescent light blinded Chad. Keith had yanked him out of his warm back pocket and into the
glaring light of the gym locker room. Keith was holding Chad out for another jock to examine.
"Damn, it sure looks like Chad. That you, stud?" he teased jabbing the cellphane and Chad with his index
finger as he grabbed the cellophane packet.
"That's all-Chad," laughed Keith, "Tell him, Chris."
Chris had been standing in the background, and he stepped forward, "Yeah, I saw it. Chad wrapped his naked
ass in that pink cellophane and shrank into that disk."
"So, it'll make Chris into what Keith said?"
"I don't know, Chris didn't tell me exactly, but everything else was just like Keith said, so I suppose?"
Chris answered.
"Cool. Okay, now about that attached string, Keith?"
"Not a bad string," Keith chuckled, "The spell in exchange for the transformation grants the dickhead a wish.
Since he should be already super horny about now, I'm guessing his wish will be for Tammy or Stacy or Amy to
be the love slave to your new cock."
"Cool, Keith," he said ripping the plastic off Chad, and shaking him loose.
Chad seemed to be like a baggy or oversize condom was he flapped into the cold gym air. He focused now on his
holder's crotch. That was where he belonged. He needed to be between those powerful thighs. Too bad the 19
year old muscled jock had such a tiny cock. It couldn't be more than 5" and it was rock hard. Chad enveloped
the tiny cock and balls, and fused with them.
"Whoa, I'm huge!" Chad's wearer exclaimed.
"He's part of you now. Your dick is named Chad," Keith giggled.
Chad's mind asserted itself making his thoughts known to his new owner.
"Oh, Keith, you know that old Chestnut about loving the one you are near?" the jock towering over him said
with a smile as his now 8 1/2 inch manhood bobbed up and down as if laughing on its own. The mushroom tip
vaguely resembled Chad's head now.