Colin followed Marinette into the men’s warehouse, smiling as she nuzzled against his chest.
“You’ll zimply love zis place, darling.” The fashionista cooed, calling “Allo? Monsieur Hartman?”
“Ah Mari, good to see yah!” The big boisterous man said with a handshake, turning and asking “And who’s this fine customer.”
“Colin Greys.” He smiled. “Looking for something casual.”
The warehouse manager smiled and said “Not to worry, not to worry, we have plenty of casual wear.... DONNIE, WE HAVE A CUSTOMER!”
The gangly man stumbled off a ladder and landed right on top of Marinette.
“Oh geez, I am so sorry!” The manager apologized as he spotted a bruise. “YOU KLUTZY LUMMOX! I’m fixing to fire right on the-“
“It was my fault, I didn’t see him there.” Colin defused, “I’ll take him and go get some outfits.”
“Alllllright... Mari, sorry again, I’ve got an ice pack in my office.” Hartman said as he lead the fashionista out.
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Colin set the bags on the floor and stripped off his clothes and reached over to the stack next to the curtains of the changing room.
“How’s this?” Colin asked as he struck a pose.
“That looks really nice.” Donnie stares, his hair having grown much longer and was parted like a woman’s .
“Are you... blushing?” Colin asked.
Donnie blankly stares.
Colin slipped back behind a curtain, flexing in a tank top and baggy pants.
“Wooooow....” Donny sighed, standing there completely oblivious to the mounds rapidly growing out of his chest.
Colin jumped as the buttons popped off the gangly guy’s shirt and ended and some rather hefty triple D boobs.
‘The hell?!’ Colin pauses, striking another pose.
Donny suddenly swooned as he rose about eight inches up in the seat thanks to his expanding butt.
“I’m gonna change real quick...” Colin said as he slipped back into the changing room and stripped off his shirt.
Suddenly the room vibrated violently, the pink glow consuming his skin. The curtain rod popped off as Donny got a face full of Colin’s aura.
When the ringing stopped, Donny’s transformation had been completed. A dorky feminine face, a somewhat narrower waist that created emphasis around the bust and modestly broad hips, and not a bulge in sight.
“Oh my mishter Greys.” Donnelly lisped swooningly, “you’re the shexiest man thish store’s ever sheen.”
‘Oh crap, not again!’ Colin panicked as she snorted trying to giggle and slipped of her work pants right in front of him. ‘Not her!’
The obnoxiously snorting geek unbuttoned her shirt and threw it to the floor, clutching her bare breasts and bouncing them around in her hands, nipples pink and perky.
“Time to putsh sheese puppies to work...” Donnelly lisped as she pressed into Colin.
Colin kept his lips sealed thigh as she tried to kiss him.
“S-Stop please, I have a girlfriend.” Colin pleaded.
“You desherve two girlfriendsh.” Donnelly smiles as she presses against him and tries to kiss him on the lips.
(You decide, can he avoid it?)