It was weird being back in school. For the first half hour I just sit in my seat and listened to the teacher, a guy in his mid-30s, going over a calculus problem. The math should have been incomprehensible to me, since I never did more than basic algebra. But I understood everything. I suspected the demon form somehow gave me whatever knowledge I needed, which was proven when I was called on to answer a problem. I went up to the board and wrote out the equation so neatly it almost looked printed. The teacher looked over my work and nodded with a smile. "Excellent work, Mr. Parker!"
But I was conscious of a few glares from some of the boys as I went back to my seat, and the boy I had tagged as a bully sneered and said quietly "Fuckin' geek." The next classes were Western Civilization and English Literature, both of which I had no trouble with. Then came phys ed. I should have felt really self-conscious in a locker room full of naked barely pubescent boys, but I was one of them and the wide variety of shapes and sizes was interesting. I caught a lot of furtive glances from boys getting a look at my trim body and not-so-trim package. This was fun, so I took a very long time to get my soap and towel and then made my way to the shower. As more boys stole looks, I smiled evenly at them. Some flushed and looked away, while others hesitated and then smiled back. I opened up my demon senses and almost gasped as I was hit with forty different desires. Some were jealous of my body, almost all were jealous of my package, and more than a few were strongly attracted to me. Of course, a couple also wanted to pound me - no surprise there, since the bully was in my gym class. He was taller than most of the boys here, showing some muscles, and was obviously feared by most of the other boys. I could see them cringe back slightly when he was near,
I smiled at him as he came into the shower and took up a spot next to me, the sneer back on his face. He was obviously taller and heavier, though his 'manhood' was nowhere near the size of mine. "So, professor. You gonna screw up the curve for all of us?" He made 'professor' sound like a curse word. He stepped really close, his face inches away. "Maybe if I mess up that pretty face of yours you'll learn not to act so smart."
Just like math and history, all I had to do was concentrate on the bully to know everything I needed. Ralph Simpson was 14, smart and athletic, with divorced parents and one younger brother who he also bullied. He figured he was superior to everyone else, and enjoyed picking on others. Anyone who was better than him at something either chose to be less good, or learned just how well Ralph had picked up martial arts. He'd broken one kid's arm, but no one had pressed charges. It seemed his dad was a powerful local politician.
I regarded him for a moment, then leaned forward suddenly and kissed him on the mouth. He jerked back, spluttering in bewildered anger. "Faggot! I'm gonna..." He spun as a few of the boys laughed. One of them said "Shit, Ralph! You can't piss in the urinal like the rest of us?"
Ralph flushed and I could see him concentrating, trying to stop pissing. Grinning, I started soaping myself up and said "Wonder where all that is coming from? You must drink a lot of water." The hard stream had not stopped, and some of the boys had come closer to watch in amazement. None of them noticed the bulges of Ralph's muscles beginning to fade away, his body getting thinner and smaller. By the time I rinsed off, he had lost a couple of inches in height and a good fifteen pounds of muscle. The shower smelled up piss, but the running water cleared it away as the heavy stream finally stopped. Even his cock had shrunk. I'd made him piss away a year of his life, and he was now 13 again. Not enough change to freak people out, but the boys were staring at him in confusion. They knew something had happened, but not what.
I walked up behind him and gave his butt a squeeze with one hand. "Nice ass, Pee-Wee." A few of the boys looked startled by the goosing, but more grinned and said, "Yeah, Pee-Wee!" The nickname was instantly locked to Ralph. He wouldn't be bullying anyone for a quite a while, if ever. As an added bonus, I felt a little pumped up. I must have gotten some of Ralph's life energy!