“You know, Mike. You haven’t really been contributing to the team very well recently. Maybe it’s time to kick you out, or give you a new job,” said Bruce, smirking.
“Please sir, let me stay,” mumbled Mike.
“Alright, since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you help out the team. You’ll be much more useful now, won’t you Mikey?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright, let’s put you to use. You are a rugby strip for our team, consisting of a shirt, shorts, socks, boots, and a ball. You are perfectly sized for our new team member, and you love every minute of being worn. Every time someone touches you during a game you have an orgasm, getting muddier every time that happens. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Bruce grins once again, watching the helpless Mike shift around in his seat as his skin starts to change. Firstly, his feet turn white, the recognisable three stripes of the team’s sponsor, Adidas, appearing down the side in green, and become a solid plasticky material with laces poking up through the top. Mike visibly winces as hard metal studs push out of the black soles of his feet and his toes combine together to become one. Green and white stripes appear on his calves as they become a silk-like fabric, before suddenly hollowing out and falling off his body along with his boot-shoes. Bruce moves towards Mike as his penis becomes quickly erect and continues to swell past its normal length of four inches further and further until it rests at just under a foot long. While his balls are absorbed into his shaft, Bruce teasingly strokes it and starts to lick it up and down, causing a small dribble of pre out of Mike’s cock. It bulges out in the middle, rapidly swelling out into a fleshy, veiny rugby ball shape. Bruce licks faster and faster as his foreskin turns to leather and various logos and bright colours appear on it. Mike groans loudly as he squirts all of the semen left in him all over himself, Bruce, and his cock-ball before the leather seals shut over his urethra and the cum-covered ball detaches and falls onto the floor.
Bruce sits back down, beating himself off at the spectacle as the next changes occur. What remains of Mike’s legs turns into a smooth white material and shortens up to his thighs, the club logo appearing on his left thigh. Like his calves, his legs become hollow before falling off his legs as the club’s issue shorts. Now sitting in his chair as a muscular torso and head, all of the body hair and definition disappears from his body as his skin becomes the same fabric as his shorts, except green. The club logo and Adidas logo appear on each of his pecs, before his previously perfect arms shrink up to his elbows as the rest of him hollows out. His head simply shrivels up into his neck, leaving only a shirt on the chair, completing the kit.
Bruce picks up the clothes and places them on his desk, before walking out of his office once again to shout over to the new team member. “Hey, Sean. Come in here, I’ve got your kit.”
Sean quickly ended the conversation he was having with the people next to him and jogged into the office. Bruce couldn’t help staring at the Irish stud’s gigantic cock as he walked in, and quickly handed the neatly folded uniform to him.