Terry grinned down at the tiny naked young man spread eagle on top of his underwear. Chad felt his body stiffen, instead of blue, his skin was turning silver. He squeaked a scream as he shifted from human form into shiny metallic silver trunks.
"Yo. Chad, you're looking fine. Though I expected high school's golden boy to be golden shorts. Still silver shorts will look cool in my act tonight. In fact, silver may be better. It will glow and reflect the multicolor spotlights better. Well, time to get suited up," said the buff guy in a bright red metallic thong, as he lifted Chad up and pulled him on over his thong.
Chad was screaming as he felt the man's bare ass cheeks inside him. This was unreal. Who was this guy? How did he know Chad? Chad didn't recognize the guy at all. Then the guy reached back and ran the side of his hand along his ass crack forcing Chad into his crack and making his shiny bubble butt stand out.
Then the guy put on more clothing. Chad was plunged into darkness. All he could do was feel, taste, and smell the man wearing him, and wonder who the hell he was? Was he responsible for Chad's transformation? Why?
A couple hours later, the guy started stretching, and sweating. Chad wished he couldn't smell or taste, but all he could do was absorb the sweat. How long was this guy's aerobic exercise going to last?
"Hey, Max, you're on!"
Music blared, and then the guy wearing Chad started dancing. Chad seemed to be sliding deeper into Max's ass crack, and the guy's junk was definitely getting hard as he gyrated. Then suddenly,
RIP!
Flashing lights, and the music got louder. Max and torn off his velcro-quick-release trousers to reveal Chad in all his silver glory. Max was dancing half naked on stage, as a crowd hooted and whistled. Chad couldn't see the audience because of the lights lining the edge of the stage, and the fact that the house lights were down, and the spotlights were on Max and Chad blinding him. A hand reached out of the darkened audience and shoved cash inside Chad.
Max was a stripper.