"Whoa, Ryan?" gasped Vinnie.
"That's right." Dylan said. "I really enjoy what you did to my brother, and now I want you to do it to his buddies." Vinnie thought about this.
"Horst and Carter?" He asked.
"That's right. I've been needing a new speedo....." Dylan hinted with an evil grin. The two tied up boys could hear every word and begain fighting against their restraints.
"Alright, I'll do it." Vinnie agreed and was led to the room where Horst and Carter were tied up. Ryan was pleading for Vinnie not to do it, but no one paid any attention to him.
Vinnie walked up and placed a hand on Carter's shoulder, grasping his medalian in the other. Carter looked at Vinnie pleadingly as the change began to warp him. Carter lost color and definition, shinking out of his bonds until he was lying on the chair in a pile, a white jockstrap to match Ryan around Dylans waist.
Horst begain fighting against the duct tape keeping him to the chair. Before he could plead through the tape on his mouth, he had alrwady changed into a green pair of speedos.
Dylan picked them up. "Wonderful! I'll have to keep your number next time I-" whatever he had been saying was cut short as he noticed his changes. Dylan was still flesh colored, but found it hard to move. Horst and Carter fell from his hands as Ryan fell to the floor around Dylans ankles. He was shrinking. He wasn't getting softer, but harder. Dylan's erection shrank into him as his balls grew. Soon, his arms and legs were brought into his body as his face disappeared, shaping into a hard plastic rod. Soon Dylan fell to the floor, a flesh colored dildo.
Jerome was horrified. "Wha...what you do to him?" He asked.
"Jist getting rid of witnesses. Can't have you running off and telling everyone my secret. Best way to make sure you don't is to keep you in my drawer." Vinnie explained.
Jerome ran to get away, but only got two steps before the magic hit him. He fell to the floor, another black speedo.
Vinnie gathered them up and stuffwd them in his bag. Smirking, he made sure to lock the door as he left. He could really get used to making his own wardrobe......