“You can keep staring all you want, but I’m not fucking you,” Mo said sharply, his eyes hard as he faced his magically-empowered friend. “How about just a little peck on the tip? Just a tiny one,” Zayn teased, half-joking yet hopeful.
“You could change my appearance, dress me up, whisk us away to anywhere, but thankfully your magic has limits—it can’t force me to do anything,” Mo pointed out, his voice dripping with a newly acquired sultriness every time he spoke. After a sip of his drink, he added, “So how about we reverse this? Better yet, turn me back and add a couple inches to my dick.”
Unperturbed, Zayn snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were no longer in a fancy brunch spot but on a sunny beach. Mo’s drink morphed into a margarita, cradled by fingers adorned with a neat pedicure. His attire had shifted to a yellow bikini that highlighted his toned curvy physique.
“Just try to relax, enjoy the drink by the sea. Maybe you just need some time to adjust to the female psyche,” Zayn suggested nonchalantly, slipping his sunglasses back on and reclining on a lawn chair. Mo could only scoff in response, acutely aware of his lack of control in the situation.
Their superpowers were uniquely linked; Zayn could conjure any superpower, animal, object, or indeed, any form for Mo. Since acquiring these abilities, horny Zayn had solely indulged in transforming Mo into various celebrities and models. Fortunately for Mo, the power included a safeguard—it always transformed him fully clothed and immune to any enchantments Zayn might fantasize about.
Gazing out at the ocean, Mo let his eyes wander over the body Zayn had chosen for him this time. Despite his resistance, he couldn’t deny Zayn’s taste. He would kill to see what was underneath but he couldn’t give Zayn the satisfaction. He had gotten used to losing his dick since first being transformed into an identical copy of Kylie Jenner. Now he was used to the emptiness.
As he idly scratched his bikini bottom, Mo noticed Zayn watching him from the corner of his eye. The alcohol from their various escapades was bound to start affecting him soon, and that’s when Zayn would likely try to push . For now, Mo decided to just enjoy his margarita and the soothing sound of the waves, staying one step ahead in Zayn’s plan.
