Beer is flowing freely, there are snacks everywhere. You're still hungry, but not for this mortal fare. You
head out to the hot tub wearing only Patrick's jockstrap.
"Woo hoo! Patrick's let his hair down," chortled Darren. Patrick was the quarterback, but the team captain
was Darren. He led the league in rushing, and interceptions. He was the key to the team's defense, and used
to joke that all Patrick had to do was throw the ball to the receiver, as his players took care of the rest.
He was wearing a red Speedo. The hot tub was crowded, and you climb in straddling Darren's legs, you sit on
his lap. Everyone laughs, except for Darren is strangely quiet.
As you sat down, Darren's Speedo dissolved and his cock shot straight up. He was fucking you, and he was
terrified someone would notice. Your powers are making everyone not notice. Darren struggles uncomfortably,
as he starts to pump semen into your ass. He knew girls had multiple orgasms, but he was experiencing them
now. He stifled a moan, as he blew his fifth load in rapid succession. He had never done this before, and now
every second he blew another load. You grin, his essence tastes good, and he's actually feeding himself to
you one load at a time. He must weight 235, and a two ounces a load, he will be all used up in 3760 loads. At
a second an ejaculation, poor Darren will last only about an hour more. You adjust perceptions, so that
anyone who notices you sitting on something will assume its an inflatable toy.
"So, Mark, can you believe that stupid fumble Darren made in the last game?" you say.
"Oh, it was hysterical, he did a cartwheel. Uh, you're lucky he's not in the hot tub with us. He'd blow his
top," Mark said unaware that you are straddling Darren's cock as he looks right at you.
"Or blowing something," you joke.
Each load depletes Darren and makes you buffer.
Darren is totally oblivious except to the ever increasing waves of orgasm he is experiencing. Damn, no wonder
guys go gay, and who better to fuck than that woosy qb Patty, thought Darren. He had no idea that you weren't
really Patrick, and he was literally fucking himself into nonexistence. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
It's been just over and hour, and everyone still in the hot tub is wasted, except for you. You make a huge
fart and stand up, a flattened rubber thing floats in the streaming jets. That's all that remains of Darren.
"Well, I gotta take a piss," you say shoving your wet bulging crotch in Mark's face. You make him want it.
He'll follow you like a puppy, you're sure. You manage to shove your crotch into Megan's, Charlie's, Rex's
and Kyle's faces as you make your way to the jacuzzi steps. They all want you now. But they're also pretty
drunk.
The rubber doll floats over to Mark's lap, and he picks it up.
"Weird, I think I'll blow it up," Mark says searching for a valve. He initially checks the belly button, but
finds it on the end of the blow up boy's cock. He takes a deep breath, and starts blowing it up.
"Ew, disgusting," says Megan.
"I'm doing it for Linda," Mark says, "She wouldn't join us in the hot tub, so I'm going to freak her out with
balloon boy."
"Damn, it looks a lot like Darren," Kyle said, "Maybe we can prank him with it too."
"Uh, I think I need to take a piss," says Charlie as he looks at your retreating head through the window. He
gets out and follows you. He was sitting next to the steps, and not only whiffed your crotch, but got a foot
in his face too.
"Hey, Patrick, how's it hanging," Graham asked. He had two bare chested tackles under each arm. He was
absorbing them into his sweaty armpits. Chet had been 350 lb, 6'4", and Bret had been 345 lb, 6'5", but now
each was under 5 feet tall and probably weighed under 150 lbs wet. Their shorts were around their ankles, but
they were oblivious.
"Looks like you're satisfied," you say with a wink, "You look buffer, working out?"
"Hah, hah, you are what you eat! Speaking of buff, you look like you've been eating well."
"Yeah," you snap your fingers and everyone and thing except Graham and you freeze too, "Ate Darren. I'll tell
you about it later. I'll be having dessert in the john."
"Ah, Charlie, I see him already hoofing it this way," Graham said.
They laugh, and you snap your fingers. The music and noise returns. Graham squeezing the two dwindling men
under his armpits, and they rapidly are reduced to 99 pounders with their feet dangling off the floor as
Graham holds them in his powerful pits.
"Uh, are we shrinking?" Bret asked nervously.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you?" Graham said, and Bret and Chet did like it. Graham hugged the rapidly
shrinking men to his chest, and let them suckle his nipples. They rapidly went down to 30 lbs a piece.
You were long gone, and Charlie just went by when Megan came along.
"Oooh, what cute babies," she said looking at the tiny naked guys clinging to Graham's chest.
"Oh, they're not as cute as you," Graham said.
Megan looked up into Graham's eyes and forgot about your crotch, and the babies. When her eyes lowered to look
a Graham's even more defined muscular chest, she saw only two chrome nipple rings where the "babies" had been.
She is now tight in Graham's embrace.
"Hey, Patrick! Mind if I join you," Charlie says following you into the rest room, and closing the door behind
you both.