Just as Hussen went to the back, a man (Art the janitor) comes in to buy his weekly Penthouse magazine. "Sonny" he said "Fetch me that magazine third from the right." he points over and down around the counter to a rack of sleezy magazines.
Ben heard voices from the back, sounding like Hussen.
"Common man, I don't have all night!" The man said.
Ben, flustrated and worried about his friend, turned and quickly bent over to get the magazine. But as he did, his elbo knocked over the softdrink Hassen had set there, his knee caught the side of the stool behind the counter which sent him, the drink and the stool hurling down on the magazine rack. Whack!
Ben landed face down, the drink splashing the whole front of his jeans and knocking him senseless for a moment.
The wetness saturated his jeans and lower shirt, soaking through to his pocket where the other bimbo (special) packet had ruptured and was quickly being absorbed into his crotch.
"Are you ok?" the man called out over the large counter, as Ben felt a werd tingling sensation pulsing thru his body starting at his crotch.
"Yeah yeah sure.." Ben said as he got on all fours and reached for the magazine the man had requested. It slipped from his hand, falling to the floor beneath him, open to the centerfold of a long haired, strawberry blonde, DD breasted, absolute knockout of a girl.
Bed stared at it for a second, and a second second, then Wham! His pupels dialated and his body flashed into the form of that beautiful girl.
This must have been a super packet since it only took saturation into the skin and changed him so much quicker than happened to Tony.
Like the comic book hulk his jeans split to accomidate the wider thighs and his t-shirt swelled with breasts.
"Comon, I don't mean to be rude but I have to get to work!" the man said as Ben slowly got off the floor and faced the angry man.
"Is this the one you wanted?" Ben purred and handed the magazine to the man.