Leaning in closely to the jock's ear Derek was about to whisper his next command.
"Is everything alright here?" the stern voice from behind Derek caused him to jump with
fright. Spinning around he faced Matt, the store manager. Derek's mouth fell agape and
even though he tried to force out some sort of explanation his throat remained quiet as if
the words evaporated.
"Yes thanks. It’s a good thing this store carries large sizes, you wouldn't believe the
trouble this puppies cause me" chipped the jock who then looked down to his enormous
feet, which were straining against the white material, and proceeded to wiggle his toes,
flexing the thinly stretched material even more.
"I see, well I thought I would just check. I thought I heard someone upset that's all."
Replied Matt who then swiftly turned around and headed back into the stock room.
Derek's heart was still beating fast and a bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead.
His arousal had disappeared so fast it might as well had dropped off. With the audible click
of the stock room door Derek snapped back into reality. He looked back at the jock in
stunned amazement. The jock, with the same goofy grin was looking down at his new feet.
With interest he picked them up one at a time, feeling their new weight. Satisfied he placed
them down aside the box of size 10.5 shoes, dwarfing them by their sheer immensity. The
jock leaned forward and picked up a sneaker from the box. Looking up to Derek the jock
said with chuckle,
"These are gonna' be way too small dude. I said size 18." With that the jock thrust the shoe
into Derek's chest and he instinctively grabbed it. Before turning back to the stock room
he said with a smile,
"Do you still want them in this style?"
"Nah, make them flip flops or sandals if you have any." Replied the jock. Derek grinned
with glee, the spell had worked.
Searching the stock room for flip flops or sandals in that size proved fruitless, but it did
give Derek time to think about what had happened. It seemed that the spell must have
been broken when he had lost concentration and contact with the jock. Smiling to himself
he knew this weekend was going to be a lot of fun. He could barely contain his
excitement, but he knew he just had to get himself and the jock out of the store before he
could fulfill his secret dreams.
Derek's eyes drifted across the larger sized stock. The boxes covered in thick layers of
dust. As he passed his finger along the sizes of the different boxes he came to one and
smiled wickedly to himself. The thought caused a stirring deep in his briefs and his other
hand reached down and adjusted himself. Thinking to himself 'I think my jock slave would
look better as a size 25'. Licking his lips nervously Derek pulled down the heavy box
grimacing as the dust flew off on to him. Walking down the aisle he grabbed a box of size
18 just in case he didn't feel up to making his jock's gigantic feet enormous.