"So what now, Ty?" Kent asked excitedly. The billy trembled. "Nooo," he moaned--the only phrase he could utter
with his dick still throbbing post-release. Ty smiled. "I've had enough of talking to you, don't worry," he said
to the bully, "time for you to get back to your normal life." The bully sighed in relief. "You know," Ty
continued, "I don't know HOW you managed to get around in such a bulky body, with such a big dick..." "WHAT!"
the bully cried. "You're gonna leave me like this?" Ty shrugged. "Not exactly. I mean, once I tweak reality,
it'll be as if you had ALWAYS been like this: musclebound, perpetually horny, with a two-foot dick that's always
rock hard. Of course you aren't able to wear clothes, but the world doesn't mind that you're always naked
somehow. Oh, one last little strange thing about you, my friend: your nipples, asshole, and dickhead are all
super-sensitive. Say, about twice--no, three times as sensitive as a woman's clit."
The bully stared, but suddenly Ty, Kent, and the beach itself all turned misty before his eyes. "What the--" he
said, as the scene resolved itself into a more familiar setting: he was in his bedroom at home! "What the fuck
just happened--" he began, then saw the time: it was 845am on Monday. He was late for work!