Kevin duly showed up at Jim's later that day. Jim had told his folks that Kevin was coming, so he was admitted to the house with no difficulty and directed downstairs to Jim's basement lab. There he found his former adversary hard at work at some sort of chemical formula.
"whatcha got for me, Jim?" the bully asked.
Jim glanced up and grinned. "Just putting the finishing touch on this stuff," he said. "Hey, will you check the bindings on ol' Fido there?"
Kevin looked in the direction indicated, and saw Jim's dog, apparently heavily sedated, strapped down on a table. Interestingly, the bindings, while tight, seemed to have quite a bit of give to them, as if intended to stretch. "They seem secure enough," he reported. "Now why the hell am I doing this?"
"You'll see. Ah! Done!" Jim held up a beaker of bubbling liquid. "Here, stick your finger in."
Puzzled, Kevin did so. "Ouch!" It was hot! His finger jerked back and went to his mouth, where he sucked at it. "That was low, Jim," he said.
"Never mind that. What's it taste like?"
"Like nothing at all."
"Good!" Jim handed him another beaker. "Drink some of this."
Kevin took the beaker. "Why?"
"Feel anything happening to your body? This'll reverse it. I'd drink it, if I were you."
Kevin did feel something. An odd tingling in his nipples and crotch. It almost felt like -- like his chest was growing and his dick was shrinking... "Shit!" he snarled, and quickly downed half the beaker. The feeling subsided. He felt at himself carefully, and decided his body was back to normal. He looked furiously at Jim. "What're you trying to pull?" he shouted.
Jim chuckled. "Calm down, calm down, you're all right. Just had to check the taste of the potion. We caught it before anything else could happen. Now, if you would pry open Fido's jaws, please?"
Seething, ready for any trick, Kevin did so. Jim poured some of the first beaker's contents down the dog's throat. "Stand back," Jim said.
Soon an unmistakable change was coming over the poor animal. Its body was growing, filling out, losing its hair, except on the head, where it grew longer. Its muzzle shrank, and its toes grew, even as its claws started to recede. Its penis was also shrinking, while its chest...
"Christ almighty," Kevin breathed. "The mutt's turning into a girl!"
"Yes!" Jim cried, turning to Kevin in triumph. "There you go, Kev! Just spike old Roger's drink with this some night and I guarantee he'll be no further competition for you. Kinda hard to muscle in on your action, isn't it -- if he's a girl!"
"Boy!" Kevin ran a hand back through his hair. "Gotta hand it to you, Jim, that'll fix things, all right!"
"Can't miss. Now, if you would pry Miss Fidette's pretty little mouth open again? This was for demonstration only. Time to administer the antidote."
Kevin started to comply, then stopped. "Why?" he asked. "I mean, look at her! I've never seen tits like that, except of course for -- I mean, why don't we have a little fun with her, first?"
A look of disgust came over Jim's face. "You want to make it with a dog? 'Cause that's what 'she' really is, Kevin, don't forget. No, this was only to convince you that would work. Besides, if 'she' doesn't get the antidote within five minutes, 'she' will be this way forever, which would be cruel. Fido still has a dog's mind, Kevin -- she'd be worse than a moron. Besides --" Jim laughed. "My folks would miss the dog!"
Kevin shook his head and opened "Fidette's" mouth. "You're one seriously weird dude, Jim," he said.
"Hey, I'm not the one who just proposed having sex with a dog." The potion went in, and the dog returned to normal.
Jim poured the rest of the two potions into two empty shampoo bottles, and sealed them tightly. He marked one with a "P" and one with an "A" -- "Wouldn't want you to get them mixed up," he said. Then he gave them to Kevin. "Here you go, pal," he said. "Instant rival elimination. Now it's your turn to come through."
Kevin took the bottles and put them in his coat pocket. "Sure," he said. "After Roger's really eliminated. Be at my house the day after tomorrow, and I'll teach you everything you've ever wanted to know about how to get it on with the ladies." He grinned. "And bring your girl -- Sharon, right? I certainly plan to bring mine!"
"Lorna?" Jim asked.
"You bet, pal!"
They shook hands, and the deal was made.
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