Joseph and Gene walked out the front door. "Well. I didn't think that through." Gene patted him on the back. "It's alright Master. You'll get the hang of it. Do you have another wish?"
Joseph nodded. "Ya, actually. My work clothes are always so scratchy." He tugged at the cotton pullover and stiff kahki's to prove his point. "I wish my clothes were a bit more comfortable." Gene smirked, snapping his fingers. Joseph twitched and repeated his altered wish. "I wish my clothes were a bit more comfortable, form-fitting and revealing."
Joseph watched as his pullover tightened, the hem crawling up his middle-aged spread. The material shifted from cotton to a stretchy nylon material and the color deepened from white to a baby-blue. His kahki's similarly, were pulling the legs up past his knees, coming to rest half-way up his thick thighs. The waist also migrated down somewhat, coming to rest on the edge of his hips.
Joseph turned, taking in his new threads. A baby-blue, nylon tube-top hugged his modest moobs, pressing them together into a mockery of a woman's cleavage. His lightly haired gut was proudly out on display, hanging over a pair of white booty shorts which hugged his big ass and pushed his modest bulge out and away from his wide thighs.
"Oh this is perfect Gene!"
"Of course Master. It's exactly what you wished for."
"Hey Faggot! Go put on some real clothes!" Joseph turned to see his neighbor, Sam, yelling at him from across the street. Sam was a young man in his mid 20s. Worked at some investment firm down town. It was rare to see him outside a well tailored suit. Joseph remembered he wasn't keen on living next to a married gay couple and would routinely heckle him about his attire.
"Is that your fag boyfriend? What would your fag husband think of that?"
Joseph scowled. He was about to throw back a retort, when he remembered who was next to him. Instead, he whispered to Gene. "I wish h'd stop taunting us. What a dick." Gene snapped his fingers, and Joseph repeated his wish. "I wish he'd not stop taunting us constantly. What a big dick!"
Sam stopped in his tracks. He felt weird. There was a pressure in his crotch. Without thinking, he dug his cock out of his boxers, feeding it through his unzipped pants. It felt unnaturally heavy, but all the better right? Those fag's always drooled at his big dick when he taunted them with it, right?" He started humping his air, his 12 in schlong flopping around wildly. "You like that fags? You'll never have it!"