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"Oh snap! John, you were dancing to the music from the gym? That's probably bad," Wes exclaimed as he got off Brett's lap to give you a closer look. "Hmm, Yeah, I think I remember you being less... curvy before," he continued as he grabs hold of your cheeks, making you moan in surprise.

"Wes what are you- -unf," you say before you get distracted by Wes pinching the back of your underwear and pulling it up over the hem of your pants, grinding the thong along the pouty lips of your perky asshole. You soft dick gets pulled down slightly as well and you feel a small drip of ejaculate throbbing into your pants from the treatment. "You're making me blush," you whisper, slightly confused at what Wes was getting at.

"Look," We say as he turns your back around to the other two and shows off the hem of your thong. "John's a bit like me now, and I think he didn't use to be. Brett, didn't you say you saw your sister come out of the gym right before John came here, and she looked different from before?"

"Well, yeah," Brett replied as he leaned forward to hide his erection from Wes intimate lap grinding. "First off, she was like a quarter black and a quarter hispanic, which surprises me since mom and dad are both pretty white. Also, she had a massive ass, the sort you don't get without surgery or twenty years of twerking and fat injections. And with every bounce to the music she sort of looked more... of that. Can't remember the song though, but sounded like salsa."

"Uhu, and I think dancing to the music will change you to whatever's playing. John's been dancing to that generic funk song they've been playing the past three minutes, and I think that got to him," Wes explained as he gave your face a closer look, rubbing a thumb over your lip-glossed lips. "Look, even his hair is black," Wes added as he pinched one of your locks of hair out for them to see.

"Oh, shit, you're right!" you exclaim, a bubble popping in your mind at the sight of the black hair. "I used to be dirty blonde, right? is it this dark down to the roots?" you ask as you pull up your phone to turn on the selfie cam, giving you a look at a very girly face. "Oh my god, that's my face? you should have started there! I'm pretty sure I used to have a bit of a beard, right?" you ask the rest as you perk your lips out, give the camera a faux panicked look and snap a picture. "MFW when I realize I'm a tease," you say as you show off the picture to the gang before sharing it in some of your social media groups.

"So anything at school can make us turn into freaks," Brett summarizes in a gloomy voice. "And the school is forcing us to stay here for classes."

"Seems like it," the rest of you agrees.

"Though it seems to happen only if you allow it to," you add. "Wes drank the milk, I casually hummed the lyrics and kept the beat of the song. Geoff got a lot of information about the chef sluts from talking to them."

"What do you currently know about yourself that you think is different from before, John?"

"Hmm? Oh, like Wes multiple backgrounds? lets see," you start as you really focus, slowly shifting your body weight around on your wide hips. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe I used to be more average? I feel I've been out dancing every night for years. I like to get sweaty on the dance floor. I love to show off my ass, make it shake for as long as possible. Wear thin clothes to show off my lower half... That sort of stuff."

"Any sexual preference changes?" Brett asks and points at Wes, who points his tongue back at him.

"Ah, um. I think I like girls? Especially if they got a big dick to spit roast me on. Guys are okay I guess, but I don't know, doesn't really turn me on?"

"Girls with dicks?" Geoff asks.

"Yeah, they're the best," you sigh with a lazy smile before getting his point. "Oh shit, yeah, that's weird, I guess."

"Can't say I've seen any of those yet, beyond me and you," Wes say as he tilts his own hips to show off his own assets. "If we count, that is. these asses are pretty wholesome, but we don't really have any tits or wombs. Unless you're hiding something beneath that bulge of yours," Wes smirks in your direction.

"Erm, no, I believe I got manhood monopoly in my pants," you admit. After all, your asshole would have less room to stretch if you had to have a vagina under it. Unless that would make it more pliable... Couldn't hurt to try it out one time, if you find a way to do so.

The school bell rings twice for few seconds to remind you classes start in ten minutes. "Oh shit, what's first class again?" Geoff asks. Brett pops up his phone and opens up the itinerary. "'Glory hole etiquette.' Wait, glory hole etiquette?"

"Isn't that where half the class sucks off the other half through a wall?" Wes suggests. "I think I remember going through that. Usually I get put on suck team unless they're doing crotch swaps."

"Because you don't have a big dick?" You ask with worry in your voice, thinking about that poor thing in your pants getting reviewed and found wanting.

"Exactly, so if you're not a fan of that, you might go and see what the cafeteria has to help you grow something worth stuffing through a wall," Wes continued as he sat down in Brett's lap. "I think I'll be fine, from what I can feel," Wes says as he leans back to talk to Brett. "Booth L is booth 12 on your side, Brett. Make it look natural so we don't get caught hooking up,"

"I hope I'm big enough," Geoff mutters before focusing on you again. "You know, I don't know if the curse will hit if we skip class, but if we get through this day until we're done with the last class, I think we might get away and avoid going back tomorrow. So, what do you think, John? Want to go check out the snack machine? They might have some dick growth stuff in there."

You ponder for a moment, looking down at your lithe chest, long legs, the small bulge in your fake denim tights, which thankfully doesn't have a small wet spot in front. "Yeah..." you say as you caress your soft and jiggly ass that you love so much.