Ty reappeared covered in a glistening sheen of Tom's sticky juice. Instead of a smoke trail a ribbon of cum connected slimy Ty to his master's softening hard on.
Dustin appeared as Dylan rubbed his metal prison. He didn't seem at all upset by his new station in life. In fact from his smile, Ty suspected Dustin enjoyed being a genie slave, at least with Dylan.
A twist of his cock ring, and Peter materialized in front of Riley.
Looking themselves over, Riley said to Peter, "You know we three are already hot studs. But I wish we were hotter studs. Bigger more muscular, and irresistable to the opposite sex. I wish we were Superstuds! And that we had new gear to fit our new bodies. Cool gear, not this college boy stuff!"
Peter smiled, his revenege would be faster than he'd planned. "Your wish is my command, Great Master!"
Instantly, the three men started to grow huge. Shirt buttons popped, seams split.
"Great wish, Ry, I'm really hulking up. Man these clothes are tight," Tom said.
"Take em off, we'll have new gear soon enough!" Riley shouted as he tore his shirt off his now 54 inch chest.
Dylan whispered softly to Dustin, "I don't care how the other guys are treating their genies. I'd never be mean to you. I wish we could be together, as uh, friends after this stupid bet is over."
Dustin smiled, nodded and whispered,"Granted."
Riley was so caught up in the massive muscle growth, he failed to notice that his face had elongated, and that his arms were now as long as his legs. A fine chestnut coating of hair sprouted all over his body. He was naked now having pulled the last shreds of clothing away from his burgeoning mass. A crowd was starting to gather.
"Genie, I wish people wouldn't notice anything unusual happening."
"Yeah," Tom added,"Make them think we always looked this way."
He made that wish just as a tail emerged from the base of his spine, and his hands and feet fused into hooves. His jaw jutted out, and he said, "Neigh." Or rather he neighed like a horse.
In a moment, all three frat boys had become 18 hand high massive stallions. The cockring rolled to a stop at Peter's feet. It had come off when Riley realized it was too tight for his swelling equipment. When his hands fused, he dropped it. Peter slipped it on his wrist. As long as he was a genie, he was his own master.
"Now for the gear," he snickered. Instantly horse riding tackle appeared: saddles, bits, reins, blinder, the works!
He walked over to Dylan, and removed the metal ring from him and clipped it to his nipple.
Then he looked at Ty and shrugged.
"Couldn't we geld him?"
"Then he wouldn't be a superstud. Besides after a few races, the stud fees will pay for lots of trips to Paris and other cool stuff. It's only for a week, and you two did screw up our pool hustle."
Rubbing the nipple ring. Dustin suddenly found himself standing in front of Peter.
"Your wish master?" Dustin asked.
"Make us look like Riley, Dylan and Tom when they first came in. And give us three paperwork showing we own these superstuds. Finally, create a big horse trailer for us to get these big boys to the nearest track," Peter ordered loudly, then adding in a whisper "Don't worry, Dustin, I'll restore you two later. It's just Ty needs to learn a lesson about how dangerous the powers can be if gets careless again."