Date: Wed, 28 May 1997 12:32:31

From: "Jess Dewit" 

Subject: Story: SRU - Revenge of the Nerds (Adult)







This story contains typical SRU themes but hopefully with enough 

unusual twists to make it interesting reading. This is the first short story 

that I've ever written.(aside from some class assignments way back in 

high school) So, be gentle with me.









WARNING: The following story is rated INTERNET-M. It contains 

nudity, adult language and strong sexual content. Reader discretion is 

advised.





SRU - Revenge of the Nerds



by Jess Dewit



Part 1



Patrick wandered aimlessly around the mall. He had come here to 

take a break from studying. He knew that the only chance he had of 

graduating was to somehow ace all his finals but he just couldn't 

stare 

at his books anymore. Deep down, he felt that he was fighting a lost 

cause.



Patrick was a varsity football player in his senior year of college - 

a 

typical jock. He had been looking forward to a profitable career as a 

professional player. Unfortunately, after playing poorly in his final 

season, he had been passed over in the pro draft. Now, the only thing 

he had to fall back on was to graduate from school and get a degree. 

But, he had already blown most of the semester partying and chasing 

women. 



As he wandered down a side corridor, he spotted a shop that he had 

never noticed before. It was a unusual looking little shop with the 

name 'Spells 'R' Us' over the door.



"Funny that I never noticed this shop before," thought Patrick. 

Curious, he went in.



It was a small shop with shelves full of strange looking items. An old 



man dressed in what looked like a bathrobe was standing behind the 

counter.



"Hello Patrick," he said. "Problems?"



Patrick was too distracted by his own thoughts to notice that the old 

man had called him by name but for some reason he felt like opening 

up to him.



"Yeah," he replied. "If I don't ace all my finals, I won't graduate. 

Without a degree, I'll probably end up flipping burgers at McDonalds."



"Well my boy, I think that I might have just the thing here to solve 

all 

your problems," the old man said as he pulled some sort of gold 

amulet from beneath the counter. "If you use this magic amulet, I 

guarantee that you can pass all your finals."



"Magic!" Patrick laughed. "You're kidding!"



"No, I'm quite serious and I guarantee that it will work."



"How much is it?" Patrick looked warily at the old man, wondering if 

this was some sort of con.



"Well," replied the old man, "since this one is slightly defective, 

I'll let 

you have it for free."



"Free? What's wrong with it?"



"Well, If you don't use it carefully, there could have be some side 

effects... But, it's nothing that you need to worry about, my boy."



Patrick thought about it. He was feeling pretty desperate and figured 

he had nothing to lose anyway. "OK, its a deal," he said.



"One more thing, it takes several days to recharge after each use and 

overuse can destroy it. So use it carefully," the old man cautioned.



"Uh... yeah, sure, whatever you say," replied Patrick, taking the 

amulet.



As Patrick left the shop, the old man chuckled to himself. "Of course, 



my boy, you should have learned by now that nothing ever really 

comes for free."



When Patrick got back to his dorm room he immediately put on the 

amulet and sat down at his desk to work on a problem that he had 

been struck on all day. Concentrating, he looked at it with renewed 

confidence and then realized that... he was still stuck.



"Damm!" he cried as he grabbed the amulet to jerk it off, "I knew this 



thing was a crock." 



"I just wish this thing really could have helped me with my finals!" 

He 

yelled while pulling on it.



As soon as he said these words his body froze and he felt a warmth 

flowing out of the amulet into his arm. The warm feeling continued up 

his arm and then flowed out over his entire body. Suddenly he felt 

like 

his whole body was deflating, then, just as quickly, it stopped.



Something was hanging from his face. He reached up and pulled a 

pair of horned rim glasses off his nose. As he did so, the entire room 



turned blurry.



"What the hell?" he thought. 



He replaced the glasses and the room became clear again. He looked 

more closely at his arm and almost had a heart attack. Instead of his 

normal muscular and tanned arm, his arm looked spindly and was a 

pasty while color.



He got up and ran over to the dresser mirror. He was shocked by 

what he saw. 



Instead of his usual, good looking, blond haired, pumped up and 

tanned body, he saw a gangly kid with stringy brown hair and a pasty 

white completion staring back at him. He looked closer at his face and 



realized that if he ignored the glasses and the zits, it was still 

basically 

his same face.



"My god!" he thought, "I've turned into a nerd!"



He quickly grabbed the amulet and wished to be changed back to 

normal but nothing happened. Shaking he sat back down at his desk, 

wondering what to do next. He glanced down at the problem he had 

been working on and, suddenly, he saw the solution to it. It was 

simple, easy even. He looked at the rest of the problems in the book - 



they all seemed easy now! 



Patrick sat there considering his options. He realized that he could 

easily pass all his finals like this. The old man said the amulet took 



several days to recharge so he could probably change himself back to 

normal later, after finals were over. But how would he explain the 

change in his appearance until then.



Just then, his friend Steve, from across the hall, burst into his 

room.



"Hey Patrick, buddy, you've got to help me out on these chemistry 

problems. They're killing me!"



"Huh? Since when do you come to me for help on schoolwork?" 

asked Patrick.



"What do you mean?  You've been helping me out all year. We made 

a deal! Don't forget all those hot sorority babes that I introduced 

you 

to. It's not my fault that you didn't score with any of them."



"What are you talking about! I was the one who introduced you to 

those sorority girls."



Steve looked at him blankly. "What the hell are YOU talking about?... 

Look, are you going to help me out or not?"



"Yeah, sure, let me see it," he said, grabbing the book from Steve.



As he looked over the problems, he realized that Steve had not even 

noticed anything different about him. It was like this was normal.



"Uh, Steve, do I look any different to you?"



"No, you've got the same nerdy look that you've had all year. I keep 

telling you that I can help you out. You know... some new clothes, a 

good workout routine, a little exposure to the sun."



Steve went over and admired his reflection in the mirror. "Of course, 

you'd never quite equal up to me."



Steve turned back to Patrick and said, "Look, I got to go get ready 

for 

a hot date so I'll be back later to pick that up."



After Steve left, Patrick began working on the problems. They seemed 

pretty easy. He paused, thinking about all the stuff he and Steve had 

done together over the past year - the partying, the babes. 



"I can't believe that I've been friends with this guy all year. He's a 

total 

narcissistic asshole," he thought to himself. "Funny that I never 

noticed it before."  After considering it for a second, he realized 

that it 

might be because before today he didn't even know what narcissistic 

meant. 



As he started whipping through Steve's chemistry problems, he 

noticed something else. He began to feel a warm tingling at the pit of 



his stomach. Surprised, he realized that he was starting to feel 

horny. 

As the problems became more difficult he started feeling even 

hornier.



By the time he finished, he had a painfully throbbing hard-on in his 

pants. Patrick stood up and pulled down his pants. He was relieved to 

see that his genitals had not shrunk along with the rest of his body. 

If 

anything, they were slightly larger than before. His cock was hard and 



throbbing and showed no signs of softening any time soon. He lay 

back on his bed and began masturbating - relishing the feelings. He 

had to jerk off twice before his cock finally softened.



Although he had enjoyed it, Patrick couldn't understand why he had 

suddenly gotten so horny while doing Steve's chemistry problems.



"It must have been one of the side effects that the old man warned me 

about," he suddenly realized. "Jesus! Only a nerd would get excited 

about doing schoolwork."

 

"Although, as side effects go, this one's not too bad." he chuckled as 



he went back to studying for his first final.



Part 2



The next day, Patrick went to his first final psyched and raring to 

go. 

He whipped through the first few problems with ease but as the 

problems got more difficult, he started to get the horny feeling 

again. 

He began squirming in his seat trying to relieve the tension.



By the time he got to the end of the test, the pressure in his crotch 

was so intense that he could barely concentrate on anything else. 

Before standing up from his desk, he untucked his shirt to hide his 

condition. He turned in his test paper and then hobbled to the men's 

room as fast as he could.



When he got to the men's room, he locked himself in a stall and 

began masturbating like crazy. He had to jerk off five times before 

his 

cock finally softened.



"This is some side effect," he thought.



The next day Patrick went to his second final slightly worried. The 

horniness side effect seemed to increase in proportion to the level of 



difficulty of the test problems and this exam was going to be a lot 

tougher than yesterday's.



After finishing the first few questions, he knew that he was in 

trouble. 

His cock was already throbbing painfully in his pants. He began 

moving his hips around, rubbing his cock against the inside of his 

pants to relieve some of the tension. He kept glancing nervously 

around the classroom, hoping that nobody was noticing.



 When he finally reached the end of the test, the pressure had 

become so great that he didn't even attempt the extra credit problems. 



He hobbled to the men's room as quickly as he could - hunched over 

and unable even to stand up completely straight.



After jerking off five times in the bathroom stall, his cock was still 



throbbing painfully and showed no signs of softening. He was almost 

at his wits end over what to do. He considered trying to make it back 

to his dorm room but he doubted that he could even walk that far in 

his current condition. Suddenly he remembered the amulet around his 

neck. Maybe it was recharged enough to help him. Desperately, he 

grabbed it in his hand and cried, "I wish this hard-on would go away."



He felt warmth flowing out of the amulet into his arm. As the warmth 

filled his body, he looked down between his legs and breathed a sigh 

of relief as his cock began to subside. His relief quickly turned to 

horror as it continued to shrink beyond its normal size. He quickly 

grabbed for it but it slipped out of his grasp and disappeared into 

his 

body along with his balls.



He then felt a twinge farther down in his groin and looked on in shock 



as the skin between his legs split open to form a vertical slit. He 

was 

then distracted by a slight tightness in his chest. He glanced down at 



his chest a saw two small bumps protruding. He opened his shirt and 

saw that he was now wearing a bra with two slight swellings filling 

the 

cups. He closed his shirt, pulled up his panties and jeans and ran 

over the bathroom mirror. 



The reflection in the mirror looked pretty much the same as before 

except now his face had a slightly softer appearance and his stringy 

brown short hair had become stringy brown long hair.



"My god!" she thought while pushing her glasses back up into place 

on her nose. "Now I'm a girl nerd!"



She grabbed at the amulet and wished out loud to be changed back - 

the higher sound of her new voice surprising her. But, as she feared, 

nothing happened.   



As she was staring at herself in the mirror wondering what to do next, 



several of her former teammates walked into the bathroom, distracting 

her.



"Hey guys", she said, forgetting herself.



They looked her over with expressions of distaste.



"Hey bitch! Can't you read? This is the MEN'S room!" one of them 

said.



"Ugly bitch, maybe she's not really sure what she is," said another. 

They all laughed.



Humiliated, she fled from the bathroom sobbing.



By the time she got back to her dorm room, she had calmed down a 

bit. She stood in front of her mirror, removed her shirt and then 

after a 

slight struggle got the bra off. Two small bumps stared back at her. 



"Not much of a figure," she thought, "but at least looking like this 

I'm 

not going have a bunch of guys hitting on me." She glanced down at 

her now flat crotch, "And I'm sure not going have to worry about 

getting a hard-on during an exam either."



She reached up and fingered one of her nipples, it was at least twice 

as big as her male one had been. She felt a slight tingling and it 

swelled slightly. "It's very sensitive," she thought, quickly pulling 

her 

hand away, "I guess that's about the only reason that I even need to 

wear a bra."

 

She replaced her shirt and stood there pondering her options. She 

decided that she would have to try to put up with staying like this 

until 

finals were over and then, hopefully, the amulet would be recharged 

enough to change her back. Not wanting to think more about the 

changes in her body, she sat down at her desk to study for the next 

day's final.



She arrived at her next day's final at the last minute possible and 

sat 

at the back of the classroom. So far nobody had seemed to notice 

anything different about her but she was still embarrassed to be out 

in 

public as a girl.



She began the exam and easily flew through the first set of problems. 

The second set were more difficult and while working on them she 

began to notice some strange feelings in her body. "Uh oh," she 

thought. 



First she noticed a tingling and tightness in her nipples under her 

bra. 

The tingling soon spread down between her legs where it evolved into 

a warm liquid feeling. Soon it became a dampness and a sort of tense 

hollow feeling between her legs. She was forced to let out a small 

gasp but she persevered with the test - determined to get through it.



As the tension increased, she pressed her legs tightly together and 

began frantically squeezing them against each other. This relieved the 



pressure somewhat but she had to bite her tongue to stifle the moans 

and whimpers trying to come out. She somehow managed to make it 

to the end of the test. She could feel that her panties were soaking 

wet and her nipples were like bullets poking out of her bra. She 

dashed back to her dorm room bumping into people along the way but 

not even noticing.



By the time she reached her dorm room, her need was so great that 

she could feel the wetness running down the insides of her legs. She 

slammed the door shut and ripped off her clothes as fast as she 

could. She put one hand between her legs and began rubbing 

desperately. Her other hand began pinching one rock hard nipple. She 

really wasn't sure how to masturbate as a girl. Her hands felt good 

but 

they only seemed to increase her need instead of relieve it. 



Suddenly Steve burst into her room. "Hey, Patricia, I need your help 

with this prob...  Holy shit!"



Patricia screamed, whipped her hand away and slammed her legs 

together.



"Get the fuck out of here Steve!" she yelled.



Steve stared in shock at Patricia, naked on the bed, rubbing her legs 

together and desperately trying not to touch herself.



"Steve, if you don't get the hell out of here..." she pleaded



Steve stood there, a sly grin forming on his face. "Hey, maybe we can 

make a deal... You help me out on these problems and I'll help you 

with your little problem," Steve said while grabbing his crotch and 

shaking it at her.



Patricia knew that she should feel disgusted by his offer but she was 

getting desperate at this point. Her lust was overwhelming her. 

Suddenly, she couldn't stand it anymore.



"OK, just do it!" She cried nikely.



Steve pulled off his pants. He was already hard. Even though Patricia 

wasn't great looking, it seemed the sight of any naked girl, horny and 



playing with herself, was good enough for Steve. His hard-on looked 

huge to Patricia. She was torn between horror and lust as Steve 

spread her legs and began pushing his cock into her dripping orifice. 

Patricia let out a gasp as Steve pushed deeper into her. The feeling 

of 

his cock spreading her apart and stretching her out was like nothing 

she had ever felt before.



Steve pushed himself in to the hilt. The feeling of being stretched 

tightly around Steve's big cock was unbelievable to Patricia. As Steve 



began moving back and forth slightly inside of her, she began 

whimpering as waves of pleasure flowed out from between her legs 

over her entire body. The pleasure increased as Steve began 

thrusting more intensely and then suddenly she was gasping for 

breath as her entire body began tingling and wave after wave of 

orgasms began flowing through her. She wanted it to go on forever 

but suddenly Steve let out a strangled grunt as he started to cum. As 

he began coming inside of her, her body began contracting in time 

with his spurts. As he finished, she reached a final orgasm so intense 



that she almost passed out.



Part 3



As she lay on her back, panting, recovering from the most intense 

sexual experience of her life, she glanced over at Steve resting next 

to 

her. A sick feeling swept over her as she realized what she had just 

done.



"Shit, I just had sex with a guy!" she thought. "Worse yet, with an 

asshole like Steve!" 



She felt even worse when she remembered that not only had she had 

sex with him but she had enjoyed it too. 



Just then Steve turned to her grinning and said, "So babe, I wasn't 

half bad, was I."



She felt like puking. She reached over and shoved Steve off the bed. 

"Get the fuck away from me, you asshole!" she screamed at him.



Steve got up in a huff. "You bitch! Why don't you take a look at 

yourself in the mirror! I was doing you a favor! You're lucky to even 

get 

someone half as good as me!" He grabbed his textbook off her desk 

and flung it at her. "And you better have this finished by the time I 

come back later!"



He grabbed his clothes and left slamming the door. 



She sat on her bed and began sobbing. "This is too much!" she 

thought. "I just had sex with a guy and now I'm sitting here crying 

like 

a girl! I've got to go get that old man to change me back even if I 

don't 

pass my finals!"



An hour later she entered the old man's shop.



"Ah, Patricia, I see you been making good use of your amulet," he 

greeted her. "What brings you back so soon?"



"I want to return this damm amulet and I want to be changed back to 

my normal self!" she replied angrily.



"I'm afraid there's nothing that I can do to reverse that effects the 

amulet. It's a very powerful magical item."



"But you have to do something! These 'side effects' are a lot worse 

than you implied! I was just forced to screw a guy... a guy, damm it!" 



she sniffled.



"Calm down, my dear, you'll be able to change yourself back if you 

just let it recharge for a few days."



"But, I don't want to be forced to screw some guy every time I take a 

final!" she cried.



"Well, my dear, I think I have something here that can take care of 

that little problem," he said while pulling a ten inch vibrator out 

from 

underneath the counter.



"What am I supposed to do with that?" she gasped.



"You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out."



She looked at it dubiously. "Yeah, and what kind of 'side effects' 

does 

that thing have?" she asked.



"Why none at all. I assure you it's completely non-magical."



She was still hesitant. "Why do you carry something like that here in 

your shop?"



"Oh, I sometimes get unusual requests from some of my customers," 

he replied, winking at her. "Especially from former customers," he 

thought to himself.



Her face burning with embarrassment, Patricia grabbed the vibrator 

from the counter and quickly stuffed it into her purse.



For the next several days, she was forced to use the vibrator almost 

constantly - sometimes for hours at a time - flowing from one orgasm 

to another. She hated being a girl but the sexual feelings were 

wonderful. She knew she would miss them once she returned back to 

her normal male self.



Patricia sat down for her last final with a feeling of relief. 

"Finally, the 

last exam," she thought. "Soon I can go back to being a guy." But she 

was also looking forward to a marathon session with her vibrator after 



the test was over.



The exam proved even slightly tougher than she expected and she 

was dripping with lust by the time she finished. She dashed back to 

her dorm room as quickly as her legs would carry her. She opened the 

drawer where she kept the vibrator and gasped in horror when she 

saw that it was missing. Frantically she began searching the room, 

her need grower stronger by the second. Suddenly, the door opened 

and Steve strode into the room.



"Looking for something?" he said holding the vibrator up for her to 

see.



"Give me that!" she cried. Trembling with lust, she grabbed for it but 



he held her back with his arm.



"So, a real man like me isn't good enough for you, huh? Every day I 

hear you going at it with this thing - moaning and groaning. How do 

you think that makes my feel!"



"Please Steve..."  she begged rubbing her body against him.



"Well, I'll show you how I feel!" he cried. He slammed the vibrator to 



the floor and crushed to pieces with his heel. "And don't come 

begging for me to fuck you, you bitch!" he yelled as he pushed her 

away. "I wouldn't fuck you again if you paid me!" Then he left 

slamming the door.



"Oh God! What am I going to do now!" she cried. In a frenzy, she 

began rubbing her crotch against the arm of her desk chair while 

pinching her nipples. It felt wonderful but she needed more.



As she futility tried to relieve herself, she thought about Steve. He 

had 

what she needed, but how could she get him to give it to her? 

Glancing down at her body she remembered the amulet. In 

desperation, she pulled one hand away from a nipple and grabbed it. 

"I wish that I could get Steve to fuck me!" she cried. The warmth 

flowed into her and her body began tingling but she was too distracted 



to pay much attention to the changes.



Just then, Steve came whipping back through the door.



"Hey baby, I was just teasing you. You know I'd never turn down a hot 

babe like you!" he laughed.



She didn't even pay attention to his words. She jumped at him, yanked 

down his pants and began wholeheartedly sucking on his cock. The 

rest of the world lost focus.



She awoke to a warm feeling in the center of her chest. She looked 

down between her large breasts just in time to see the amulet 

disintegrate in a puff of smoke. "Oh no!" she thought. "It must have 

been all worn out!"



She sat up in the bed and saw that Steve had left while she was 

asleep. Her nipples tingled as she remembered the intense 

lovemaking session that they had carried out earlier. She got up and 

walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. "Well at least I 

managed to get back to normal before the amulet wore out," she 

thought with relief while hefting her DD size breasts. 



She grabbed a brush off the dresser and fixed her long blond hair. 

Then she touched up her makeup. She went back to her desk and 

looked through one of her textbooks. She couldn't understand half of 

what it was saying now. She sighed. "Yeah, I'm definitely back to 

normal." 



"Oh well," she thought, "being a nerd for a week wasn't so bad. But 

I'm glad to be back in a hot body again - it's a lot more fun. And if 

I 

can latch on to a guy like Steve, I won't even need the damm degree."



She walked over and opened her closet.



"Now, what should I wear for my date with Steve tonight."



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