Jason had been walking home from school when he came across the shoe store in the strip mall. He walked this way home almost every single day but he had never seen this store before. It didn't look new, either. Curiosity overtook him and he went inside, deciding to have a look around.
After chatting with the clerk, he resumed looking. Could these shoes really give him a new life? He stopped by a pair of ballerina flats in pink satin, the toes starting to wear on them. His life wasn't bad, but it was boring. He didn't feel like he was anyone special, or would ever be anyone special. He got good grades and he was on the swim team, but that would only get him so far.
It was like he could already see his life laid out in front of him. College. Then a desk job like his parents. Marriage. 2 kids. Jason wanted a way out. A pair of boots caught his eye as he picked them up off the shelf. Cowboy boots, they must have been size thirteen or fourteen. They were worn and broken in but well cared for. They even had the faint smell of horse to them.
"Find something interesting?" The clerk said from where he stood behind the counter. "Often the pairs that would work best for us seem to.. call out."
"So. Do I just put them on?" Jason looked around for a place to sit to do just that.
"No, you might want to use our changing rooms. The effects can be dramatic and most people want privacy. And a mirror. Then after, bring me your old shoes to hold on to and leave the store to begin your day as... whoever."
Jason headed to the changing rooms in the back and stepped inside one to close the door. There was a bench and a full length mirror. The room itself was fairly spacious for a changing room, too. He sat down and pulled off the black leather shoes that were part of his school uniform and set them aside.
He set the boots on the floor. They were so huge but he sighed and put his feet right into them, sliding in easily. The tops came almost all the way up to his knees and his pants even disappeared inside.
No, his pants were disappearing. All his clothes faded away in a flash, leaving him sitting completely naked in the changing room except for the boots. He tried to cover himself up and looked around for any cameras. What was going on?
The tingling started in his feet. The boots went from loose to properly fit in a blink. He tried to lift his foot out, and considering how big the boots were he should have been able to, but lifting his foot just brought the boot along. Then his legs started growing, gaining inches in length, the top of the boots coming up lower and lower on his stretching shins. But they were filling out as well. He had pretty strong legs from swimming, but they seemed to be turning into tree trunks, his once smooth skin sprouting curly reddish-brown hair.
The changes reached his thighs, the muscles growing in just as thick, the hair less so, turning wispy as it got closer to his crotch. He felt himself rise a little off the bench as his rear packed on muscle as well. He stood up like he was goosed and looked over his shoulder into the mirror. His ass was round and muscled, a light dusting of that reddish-brown hair across it.
His hands were suddenly having trouble keeping himself covered as the changes reached his cock. He could feel it swelling larger in his hands. His balls fell lower, growing their own coating of curly hair before Jason just gave up on trying to keep himself hidden. Six inches of dick flopped from his crotch, still soft. It was as big as he used to be hard. The small wispy pubes around his new dick suddenly sprouted into a dense bush of hair.
However he was becoming was big and hairy, he just hoped he wasn't too old. That worry soon passed as the changes proceeded up his stomach. Jason had been fit, and was even starting to show some abs. Now they blossomed, his stomach turning into a wall of six tightly fitted stone-like muscles. Even the hair growing in over them did little to hide their definition. His whole torso was stretching out, adding even more height.
From that he pretty much knew what to expect from his chest, the two adolescent chest muscles he had exploded with new strength as he felt his ribcage expand, even his back seemed to suddenly grow, every muscle in his torso racing to keep up to his new size. Fur covered his chest, though it stopped growing in at his collarbone, leaving his now expanding shoulders hair free. Thick bushes of hair sprouted from under his arms as if to make up for the lack.
His arms quickly seemed to double in size, then keep going. He flexed in the mirror, eyes bulging at the size those muscles reached. He was bigger than any kid in his school. Even the seniors on the football team would have thought twice of picking a fight with him. Though as his hands grew in proportion to his new bigger feet, he also felt the changes going up his neck. Thickening it as his Adam's apple became more prominent.
He thought watching his face change might be weird, or that it might hurt. But it was the same soft tingle that followed the rest of his changes. His slender jaw became hard and square, his chin suddenly sprouting a slight cleft. He lost the babyfat in his cheeks, and his nose and brows became heavier and more pronounced. Brown eyes swirled to bright blue as his hair turned a dark red. Stubble filled in his jaw, a shade more red than his body hair. Though the hair on his head lengthened slightly, gaining a slight curl. Too short to be gathered, but long enough to be swept back behind his ears. His face wasn't as old as he expected it to be. Somewhere in his mid-twenties he guessed.
Clothes suddenly reappeared on his body. A pair of heavy duty jeans with a few long worn in stains on them, held up by a thick leather belt. A red plaid shirt appeared on his torso, the top buttons undone to show off the top of his furry pecs, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
He knew the changes were done, but he took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. Someone gave up this body? He picked up his old shoes and stepped back out into the store, only to be greeted by a whistle from the clerk. "Now that is a body. I forgot how big he was."
Jason set his shoes down on the counter. "Wait, you met him?" Jason blinked at how deep and resonant his voice was.
The clerk nodded his head. "I handle most transactions here. He chose a new pair of shoes and left the boots behind."
"Why?" Jason asked incredulously. "I mean.." He gestured to the body.
"As I said, not every life is right for everyone. There was something else he wanted more." The clerk shrugged. "You may figure it out. As soon as you pass the door you'll get his memories and some of his personality. You'll become a mix of the two of you. Overwriting you with him would just leave you with the same problems he felt." The clerk took Jason's shoes and set them on the counter behind him. "I'll just hold onto these for now." He gestured to the door.
"I have to come back in twenty four hours?" He asked as he stepped to the doors out.
"We'll get you. Don't worry." The clerk just smiled again.
Jason stepped through the doors and was hit with a sudden blast of heat. IT had been winter when he walked into the store but now it felt like the dead of summer and early morning instead of late afternoon. He was also on an unfamiliar street in a small town.. no.. This was main street in the town closest to his family ranch.
"Rusty." Came a voice with a sharp accent. "Find anything?" It came from a dusty pick up parked out front of the store. The man leaning down to look out he passenger side window looked like the face he had seen in the mirror with nearly three decades tacked on.
That was him. Russel. Rusty. "Nah, paw. Nothing I needed." His voice was still deep and resonant, but now had a slightly twangy accent, same as the voice. He smiled at his father and tugged open the truck door. A wide brim hat sat in the seat which he instinctively grabbed and plopped on his head. As soon as he shut the door, his father pulled out onto the road to head back home.