Chad watched as he became sort of a generic mannequin shape of black liquid. Then he saw Karl tap a few more times on the iPad, and set it down. Instantly, Chad was streaming the internet into his brain. He was assimilating entire catalogues and books of men's clothing design. He didn't understand why he needed to know the different stitches for inseams or what Karl had planned. Suddenly, he noticed Karl was naked, and walking toward him.
"Time for my custom fitting, Chad," Karl said with a smirk, and then stepped right into Chad. He turned so that his legs were inside Chad's legs, arms in arms, chest in chest, head in head. It was weird, but Chad completely enveloped Karl. 33 inch inseam, 39 inch chest. Every bit of Karl's anatomy was measured even his flaccid cock.
Chad began churning and undulating around Karl. He was imagining Karl in leather, in cotton, in spandex, in - so many options. He ruled out lederhosen, floral silk, and thousands of other permutations. He had decided on some ball hugging, butt crack sculpting custom undies, and he felt his body reshaping to become them. Calf length socks with a cool weave and hints of red and gold accents formed around Karl's feet. The wardrobe was coming together, and Chad was the wardrobe. He was both fascinated to be the designer and the garment. As he started to taste and smell Karl's crotch, his fascination quickly turned to horror. It was like a watching a train wreck, while being the train. There was nothing he could do. He had already made up his mind, and now he was becoming Karl's new clothes.