Bruno waddled to his room to put on some sweats. He had a friggin' swim meet next week, and he was a butterball. He blamed Rick.
"Where's Rick?" asked Michael, "He should be helping cleanup."
Bruno felt his cock move at Rick's name.
"Rick?" he asked tentatively. His cock bounced up and down.
"Yeah Rick," Michael said, "Are you wasted or something, Bruno?"
Looking down at his bloated body that had been filled with party waste, he answered, "Yeah, I guess."
"Well put some clothes on, alright, tubby."
Michael shook his head an stalked off. Bruno waddled to his room as fast as he could. He dug out his shaving mirror and held it in front of his crotch because his belly was so big he couldn't see his manhood. Damn, his dick had shrunk and his balls had grown. He had a teeny wienie and grapefruit size balls with tiny eyes on top? Fuck, it was Rick's shrunken head with a testicle in each swollen cheek. When Bruno turned back, Rick had as part of him. Maybe that was the real reason he was huge. He was two people and a load of trash in one body. "Rick is that you?" His dick bounced up and down in affirmation, and he felt his balls churning. "How do we break this spell?" The dick grew stiff and then it pointed toward the door "Your room?" The penis bounced up and down again.
He rummaged around and found some stretchy sweat pants. He headed to Rick's room where he would use his cock Rick like a dowsing rod to find a cure, he hoped.