Thomas browsed the racks when he came across a suit. It was a steel grey tailored three piece. Thomas had allways had a fantasy of being a handsome, strong businessmen, and usually watched porn of big hunky men in suits and ties. He picked the suit up. Next to it was a crisp white dress shirt, shiny black dress shoes, even silk sheer socks with suspenders. There was even a selection of rich silk ties. Thomas picked up a stipped pink one, complete with pocket squre, thinking to himself that youd need to be a hell of a man to pull off pink.
"Screw it, no-ones here"
Thomas picked up the clothes and headed to the changing room. He quickly stripped off and began putting on the socks and suspenders. As he did he realised his feet were getting bigger. Much bigger.
"Woah..." said Thomas gawking at his now size 14 feet, he then picked up the suit pants. As he zipped them up he looked in the mirror.
"Holy shit"
He had grown taller, now a confident 6'2. Smiling, he pulled on the dress shirt and began buttoning it up. As he did, his body inflated with muscle until he was like a body builder, the fabric tight around his large biceps, his broad thick chest showing through the fabric.
"Cool" Thomas grinned, licking where this was going. As he turned to pick up the tie, his face felt strange. Looking up he saw it too was changing, his jaw becoming square and chissled, with a wide dimpled chin. The rest of his features shifted to become more masucline, with thick dark brows, perfect nose, sparkling blue eyes, even his teeth were perfectly white. He had also aged into a man, mid thirties by the looks. His blonde hair was now impeccably styled, perfectly slicked back into an executive cut.
He smiled, admiring his looks as he tied his tie into a perfect full Windsor knot, before tighting it. As he did, he saw his adam's apple become more prominent on his thick muscular neck.
"Well... looking good so far"
Thomas then realised his voice was now much deeper, and much sexier,
"Soundimg good too"
Thomas realised his voice, as well as his new bod was making him horny. Sure enough, he was sporting a prominent, full looking bulge. Curious, Thomas zipped open his fly to be greeted with a soda can thick, nine inch rock hard cock. He teased it with a few strokes , eyeing himself in the mirror as he did. He coninued to stroke until pree oozed from the tip
Chuckling to himself, Tom left his fat man meat out as he resumed getting dressed. He slipped on the dress shoes, so perfectly polished he could probably shave in the refelction. Finally, the jacket.
Thomas admired his dapper reflection in the mirror, adjustng his pocket square and cuffs. A platinum rolex had appered on his wrist, along with diamond cuff links, and a few expensive looking rings. Smiling, he winked at his reflection and left the changing room.
He approached the counter, greeting the young man behind the till.
"Hi, can I pay for the suit please?"
The cashier looked confused.
" Sir, you came in wearing that"
Thomas furrowed his brow. Maybe reality had been changed.
"Right... sorry. What I meant to say was...
Thomas thought about what to say. Maybe he could change somthing else.
"I was just looking around your store, and I have to say you have an impressive stock. Was wondering if we could strike a deal... if your manager is about?"
"I can pass it on if you like. What was your name"
Thomas paused a second, before instinctively putting his hand in his jacket and pulling out a business card.
"Broadcock. Thomas Broadcock" he said, giving a charming smile. Sure enough, on the card it said, Thomas Broadcock, CEO, Pleasure Fetishwear Inc.
As the young man took the card, his outfit changed into a navy waistcoat and slacks, with a pale blue shirt, and blue tie. His face became more handsome, as he smiled back.
"Ill be sure to pass it along, Mr Broadcock" he siad, his voice in a smooth sensual tone.
Thomas bid the now transformed cahsier goodbye and headed out the store.
"Okay... time for some fun"