But wait, Thomas thought, turning around once again towards the new and improved cashier. Come to think of it, I can have fun right here, right now. The muscled businessman walked to the counter with a sexy, amiable smile on his face and cleared his throat to get the cashier's attention.
"Mr. Broadcock? What can I do for you, sir?" the young man asked in his smooth, silky voice.
"Well, you see... what was your name again?"
"Richard, sir."
"Well, Richard, my pants are a bit too tight on the front, as you can see..." The man gestured at the impressive bulge in his pants, before winking at the younger man. "Care to help me with that?"
"Of course, Mr. Broadcock, sir!" The cashier eagerly replied, licking his full lips. "You know what they say, the customer's always right."
Less than a minute later, the two sexy men were Frenching passionately inside the changing room, their tongues entwined, their hands exploring each other's hot bodies. After Thomas broke the kiss, he licked the cashier's neck sensually, brushing his hard stubble against the younger man's sensitive skin.
Richard moaned as a small, wet spot appeared on the front of his navy pants. "F-fuck, Mr. Broadcock..."
Thomas grinned. "Maybe tonight, boy. I'm a very busy man, you see. Plenty of places to visit, a lot of men to turn into well-dressed studs... For now, you can have a taste." The CEO unzipped his pants, letting his prodigiously thick cock out, the mushroom-shaped head already glistening with pre.
Richard licked his lips, hungrily. "Don't mind if I do." He got on his knees and, after some efforts, managed to get all that sexy man meat into his mouth, his head bobbing forward and backward like a pro cocksucker. Thomas' strong, perfectly manicured fingers grabbed the sides on the cashier's head as a satisfied grunt escaped his sexy lips.
"Ooh, yeah, Dick... You're such a good slut..." he murmured, a crooked grin on his face. His cock was incredibly sensitive, and he was still turned on and dazed by the recent transformation, so it didn't need Thomas more than a couple of minutes before his balls churned, his penis spasmed and Richard's mouth was coated in thick, pearly white cum. "Fuck yeah..." Thomas groaned, his blue eyes looking down at the cashier whose lips were still wrapped around his thick, veiny member. "Come on, Dick, get back on your feet and make yourself presentable. We have work to do."
The cashier's mouth opened, a quizzical expression on his face. "What do you m..." he muttered, before his body was quaked by a sudden spasm as Thomas' magical cum worked its magic. The young man aged up, gaining eight years in a single instant. His body grew in size, not at bodybuilder level like Thomas but still making him look huge and imposing. The stubble on his chin rapidly evolved into a full, short beard perfectly complementing his handsome, virile face, as his muddy brown eyes got lighter and clearer, eventually setting to a charming light green. His jet black hair were slicked back just like Thomas.
"W-what's..." the cashier tried to say, before his dick - now eight inches, rock-hard and almost as thick as a soda can - exploded with cum in his expensive Armani underwear. His waistcoat and slacks ensemble evolved, becoming a three-pieces navy suit, fitting his new physique perfectly. As a confident smile started dawning on his face, the growing cashier stared at his hands and wrists as a heavy gold Rolex watch and gold and diamond cufflinks suddenly materialized out of thin air. As a final touch, a pair of slick aviator glasses appeared on his face. The man looked at Thomas, as behind his new glasses and new eyes his brain was getting filled with fresh memories; he licked his lips, getting rid of the last traces of cum. "Thank you for that, Tom. I needed my daily dose of your manjuice."
Thomas pretended to glare at him. "I'm Mr. Broadcock for you," he said, before chuckling. The other man grinned back as his right hand pulled a business card out of the pocket of his jacket: Dick Cummings, Sales Manager, Pleasure Fetishwear Inc. Dick smiled, showing his pearly whites: he was powerful, confident, gay and Thomas Broadcock's right hand man and favorite fuckbuddy.
"Let's go, Dick," Thomas said, fixing the sales manager's Windsor knot and giving him one last kiss on the lips for good measure. "We have lots of customers to sell our products to... And some open job positions to fill."