"Hurry up, this towel is drafty!" complained Harry, while Riley pulled the tights on to the mannequin Zak.
"Keep your pants on," Riley said with a mischievous giggle.
"Ha, ha, very funny!" Harry snapped back clutching the towel tightly.
"I'll just add some stretchy bits, and you'll be a regular rubber man," said Riley.
Zak was freaking. The tights had been cut and additional rubberized Spandex & Lycra material added and sewn in place. He didn't even know that Riley could sew, but he was like an expert tailor. In minutes, he pulled the tights off, and handed them to Harry.
Harry struggled into them while holding the towel in place around his waist. As the snapped into place, he let out a high pitched squeal.
"Well, feel better?" Turn so I see your butt," Riley said.
"Yeah, it feels like I'm not wearing anything, like it's part of me-eee?" Harry's voice sounded like he'd been inhaling helium. "Hey, what's up with my voice!"
He had turned his waist, and didn't even notice that his waist had been twisted around three times while he was standing straight. He noticed and shrieked, as his torso spun around snapping back to normal. Riley reached out and grabbed Harry's codpiece and stretched his bulge four feet from his body.
"Oh, perfect, now I need to rewrite your part," Riley said letting the bulge snap back.
Harry landed on his butt and bounced off the floor.
"Hey, this might be funny!" laughed Harry as he bounced around the room like a human superball. He reached out to stop himself and grabbed on to a post, but the only thing that happened was his arm stretched, and his trajectory turned as he continued to bounce in orbit around the post.