"Ok, so now I'm in this game I guess..." David said, with a hint of dissapointment in his voice. "We should see what we can do, Bobby." So both men walked to the couch to sit down. Carter was still wrapped around Bobby's crotch, hugging his dick. "So, I have control over you, and I'm guessing you now have control over me. I wonder if we have control over ourselves?" David pondered. "I would like to have a mustache" He announced. Both he and David waited to see, but nothing happened.
"Ok, so no control over our own bodies." David declared.
"Too bad, I think you would look good with a mustache" Bobby said thoughtfully. Hair sprouted and grew from David's upper lip until it was covered in coarse dark brown hair.
"Oh, and I think a farmboy sitting next to me in some butt hugging wranglers would look good." David said with a chuckle. The navy blue jockstrap lightened color to denim, and began to grow and spread covering Bobby from the waistdown. The material shot down his legs and stopped just above his ankles. It stretched tight across his thighs and around his waist/butt. His cock outlined in the tight denim. Bobby shuddered as Carter stretched himself around Bobby's thick cock. Bobby's body thinned slightly, and his thick chest hair thinned and finally dissapeared. The skin on his chest lightened to white while his arms and face turned a nice tan color. The aviator glasses dissapeared and Bobby was officialy a farmboy.
"Ha, thats cute David. But you know what every farmboy loves...?"