Barbi and Steve collapsed to the floor, still entwined and writhing against each other. Both were topless now, and while Barbi planted sweet kisses on his hairy chest The Stud was all over her breasts - He was so engrossed with her orbs the penetration was almost an afterthought. Of course, Barbi didn't seem to mind her boobs being used as playthings...
He likes them so much, Jon thought, maybe he should keep them...
"I wish that from now on," Jon spoke aloud in a voice that went unheard by the fornicators in front of him, "after each time Steve has sex with a woman he will immediately gain whichever physical or mental trait he finds most attractive in her that he has not already acquired in this way. I wish that nobody except Steve or myself would be aware of these changes, and everyone else will think Steve Farber has always had these characteristics."
"I wish also that each time he transforms," Jon added, "Steve's wardrobe and belongings would change appropriately to fit his new form and that no one except Steve or myself thinks this is unusual."
The Stud turned Barbi round and penetrated her from behind. The pair continue in doggy-style, with Steve's hands groping her pendulous breasts all the while. As Barbi reached climax, her hips bucked wildly and her loud high-pitched squeals of pleasure turned to louder outbursts of yipping. Jon stifled a laugh at this as Barbi sounded very much like the Chihuahua that used to the school's principal. Steve grunts as he ejaculates together with Barbi and the pair collapse in a heap, coiled in each other's arms. Jon watched smugly from the shadows as Steve's changes took place.
Jon watched with glee and mused over how The Stud was always going out with so many girls all the time. In fact the diary in his little black book was typically booked up with dates, rendezvous and make-out sessions two or three weeks in advance. Steve was such a playboy to the extent where he was actually expected to have sex with girls all the time, and he reaped the benefits of this reputation well. Steve's dates knew and expected they would go all the way with him and began to date him just for that purpose. Word got around and gradually The Stud found more girls wanted to date him, a 'sure thing', and he never disappointed. Jon smirked, because now Steve Farber was trapped by his own enviable reputation. He would have to give up sex or give up his manhood and either way it would ruin him!
"Fuck, we gotta go. It's almost time for football practise." Steve was the first to stir. Barbi followed The Stud as he moved to stand, her arms still clinging to him.
"Mmm, I love it when you say, 'fuck'," she purred and kissed him on the lips.
The Stud returned the kiss as he pulled his refastened his fly. He picked up the giant, green lacy bra by his feet and tossed it to Barbi.
"Here Babe, this'll be yours."
"Um, it's not mine Stud," Barbi said as she made the catch. "I don't wear a bra! Unless it's peephole, or demi-cups, or kinky like that... This bra is yours!"
"What are you talking abou-"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE!?" The Stud cried out as he squeezed his cartoonishly big boobs.
"Those are your titties, silly!" Barbi replied with a giggle. "Your soft, sexy, dirty pillows!"
"This isn't, this isn't happening," Steve began to panic. "These aren't real!"
"Oh, yours are real alright, completely natural just like mine," Barbi replied proudly. "They might look like implants, but both of us were just blessed with big, round, firm tits!"
The Stud's hands were shaking now.
"Steve, what's wrong?" Barbi asked, more puzzled than concerned. "Are you upset? You need to calm down! Let me relax you, just how you like it..."
Before The Stud could respond, Barbi's hands had found their way to his large nipples and she was lightly squeezing and stroking them between thumb and forefinger on each hand. Steve felt his nipples bristle and swell up with the sensation. Jon caught the look on his face, a hilarious mix of terror and arousal.
"I, I, I-I-I g-gotta go!"
Steve pulled Barbi's affectionate hands off his breasts and grabbed his football jersey. Pulling the shirt over his head and around his chest, The stud bolted for the door.
"But Steve!" Barbi called after him.
"B-bye!" he replied from the other side of the closet door.
Barbi shrugged and said to herself, "What's his problem?"
She picked up her lover's discarded bra, lifted it to her nose and breathed in through it. She grinned as The Stud's masculine scent filled her lungs.
"Well if Steve doesn't want his bra," she smiled and stuffed the bra into her handbag, "then he won't mind me taking it. It smells so sexy..."
Barbi hummed a cheerful tune as she left the janitor's closet. Jon came out of the shadows and made himself visible again, to reveal a disturbing, broad grin on his face. Another deserving asshole had been dealt with by his power. Another name crossed off the list. But who was next? Oh yes, Jon remembered who.
He waited a few moments to make sure the coast was clear, then quietly left the janitor's closet and walked to...
