Tim opened the door to his room. He didn't see Ryan anywhere. He put down the bowl, and heard something behind him. The next thing he knew something hit him in the head and he was falling. Ryan caught him.
"Sorry, Tim, but I was afraid you wouldn't go through with changing me back," Ryan explained as he laid Tim out on the bed and stripped him naked. Then he first tried a spoonful of the stew. It tasted good, but didn't seem to have any effect on him. He tried some more, and then started rubbing it all over his naked body. It wasn't working. What would change him back? He licked his lips, he was hungry, but not for stew. He looked at Tim. Dude was a nice kid, but he was a horny healthy nice kid who jacked off three times a day. Nothing like a square meal, he thought licking his lips. He went over and tentatively began with a hand job, and soon when Tim was hard, he started licking. The moment he tasted the cum, he could feel something happening, but Senora Vicente's stew was too powerful, and while Ryan managed to reactivate the curse, he was horrified to find himself wearing Tim instead of the other way around.
Tim was disoriented, and now could see Ryan's mind plainly, and it was pretty blank except for Tim's life from the perspective of his jockstrap. Damn, he had to get changed back soon before it happened to him too.
No worries, Tim, I already got a big bowl of Senora Vicente's stew, and I'm sure it will get you back to normal. I think maybe it was because I had been treated with the stew first that was the reason I didn't change or maybe it had to do with when I changed. Maybe you cannot transform something that has been transformed recently?
Wait I was transformed recently. By the way how did you - oh, as the image formed in Tim's mind.
Hot stew dribbled on to Ryan's lap.