"The contest will be one of transformation. You will both be given the ability to alter the others form and
will battle by inflicting changes upon one another; the first of you to submit will be declared the loser.
There is only one rule; any attempt to exit the arena will be counted as surrender".
Mike looked at the Djinn dumbstruck. "What the hell is going on" he asked, turning to Drake.
"You'll just have to wait and see" Drake answered. "You should probably play along as best you can.
"Let it begin" Beldazarr said and the dorm room disintegrated around them.
It was quickly replaced by a round stone stadium similar in appearance to the Coliseum although not quite as
big; strewn around the arena where various obstacles. Drake and Mike stood at opposite ends wearing nothing
but sandles, loin cloths to hide their modesty and a ring with a single inlaid jewel on each of their middle
fingers of the right hand; looking up they saw the Djinn sitting on a deck chair in the stands holding a can
of beer.
"It's been quite a while since I was last able to set up one of these bouts" he said in his booming voice.
"They always prove to be quite entertaining. The rings you wear are the key to victory; I will give you one
hint, they utilise the power of imagination. Begin!"
At the Djinn's words the sound of a gong reverberated through the arena and the rings began to glow; green for
Drake and red for Mike. Not entirely sure of what to do Drake raised his right hand and pointed the ring at
Mike; think on what Beldazarr had said he imagined Mike shrinking by a foot. Instantly a bolt of green energy
shot out of the emerald on his ring and hit Mike square in the chest; he was surrounded by a green aura as he
quickly lost a foot of height.
"What the fuck!" Mike shouted as he took in the world from his new perspective. "You'll pay for that!"
Mike fired a bolt of red energy at Drake which connected as he was still too stunned by Mike's change to dodge
out of the way. Drake felt a pushing sensation on his chest as a pair of lumps appeared there and started to
expand; he stared in disbelief as his chest ballooned into a large pair of breasts that would put most women
to shame. Drake recovered from the shock just into time to dodge behind a wall as Mike's second attack flew
past him; the sudden movement sent his new unrestrained melon sized boobs swinging wildly. The jiggling wasn't
unpleasant; in fact it felt quite nice and if the time had been available Drake would have spent the next few
hours experimenting with his new anatomy.
"How do you like those tits" Drake heard Mike shout from somewhere in the arena. "I'll bet they're the first
you've touched since your mother stopped feeding you. Why don't you come out and I'll give you a pussy to try
as well".
Drake wished he had something to keep his breasts in check as the constant swaying as well as the sight of a
pair of naked tits, even from his current perspective, was getting him aroused and he knew a raging boner
wasn't the best thing to have when he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Still shouting taunts; Mike
gave away his position and Drake managed to sneak up on him and shot him in the back with the ring then ran
off again, he wasn't feeling very honourable right now.
Surrounded by the green nimbus Mike doubled over as his transformation took hold; he groaned for a moment or
two then straitened up sporting a massive erection. Taking inspiration from his current predicament Drake had
given Mike a permanent boner in the hopes that it would distract him enough to make victory easy. Overcome
with the horneyness of his perma-erection Mike grabbed his dick and jerked off right there, a few moments
later the ground was covered in cum and Mike felt no better for it.
Looking down on the pair of gladiators Beldazarr had an idea of how to spice thing up a little. "Attention
mortals" he roared. "The is now a box hidden somewhere in the arena; the first to find it will be allowed to
make one wish to be used to add something to themselves".
"Shit!" Drake thought to himself as he set of searching for the prize; he knew that Mike finding it first
would be bad.