"Haha, tough luck, Jake, you got caught in your own trap. Now I think I'll wear you home," Chad said pulling
back on his jeans.
"Mmft!" Jake's mind was a jumble. One minute he had been watching Chad holding the box. The spell was working
perfectly, and then suddenly, Jake was in the box. What happened? Chad pulled him out of the box. He felt so
weak and helpless in the giant Chad's hands. Then Chad lowered him toward the ground. NO! Chad was putting him
on. Chad filled him. Jake felt strong and purposeful as he conformed and supported Chad's ass, balls and cock.
Jake's euphoria passed. Chad had been wearing him for the past 30 minutes at least. Damn, Jake thought, I
should be wearing Chad.
When Chad got home, he was flying. He was euphoric. He had beaten the wiz kid, and saved himself from being
some dweeb's underwear. Wiz kid, yeah, the kid was a wizard. Man, it felt good wearing him. Chad wondered what
it would be like to worn if Jake's spell had succeeded. Chad felt better than he ever had. He went straight to
his room, and stripped down to his new red trunks. He posed in front of his full-length mirror. He looked the
same, but different. Then it hit him. He was leaner and buffer than before. His body hair was sparser. Damn,
Jake hadn't only been going to steal his body, he planned to improve it. Then Chad saw the ink - he now had a
tattoo. He struggled to see what the ink was of, but couldn't make it out. He got another mirror and held it
and his jaw dropped.