As you were about to say what you wanted, A drunk biker pours his drink down you, "oops, sorry tiny, didnt see ya there" he laughs before stumbling away.
"Is there any spare clothing?" You embarrassingly ask."A whole box in the back, you wont believe how many people decide to leave 'ere naked" he gives you a key to the back room. You thank his hot ass self and walk into the dark shady back room,before locking the door behind you and turning on the lights, to see a small room with a singular box of clothes in it.
You reach in and grab old biker clothes, you read the tag,and saw they belonged to Boris Cocksmasher, Famous deceased Cock breaker gang leader.....
You sniffed the clothes,and gagged,they stunk of cum and old booze and cigarette ashes, but its the best you had, so you slipped off your booze-soaked clothes, including your underwear,which exposed your small dick,and put on the cum-soaked, extra-large jockstrap, you had to push it up against your cock, but as you were about to try and tighten it, you felt a large wave of adrenaline enter your body through your cock, and you heard a voice "eyyyyy, thanks for the bod, bozo, but I'll be takin control, but first, a few changes....." you suddenly pulled out your cock and stroked it, caressing your balls as they began to inflate into soccer balls,aand your erect turning from 2 inches to 3,then 4,then 5,before stopping at 6 .
"W-what the?!?!" you blurted out in a southern accent, before subconsciously grabbing the leather jeans,and pulling them up your skinny hairless legs, then pulling one leg up so you could watch your pathetic skinny legs become thicker and denser,and covered in thick bushy oil black hair,the same hairs had just now grown around your balls,as you felt a slight tickle on your skinny ass as it inflated like a balloon, soon filling out ya pants, perfectly...
As you struggle against the spirit of Boris, you don't pay attention to your hands picking up a black sweatshirt,and shoving it on, you suddenly had a rush of adrenaline once again,this time in your chest,as your nipples pushed out,and you grew bushy haired, manly moobs, along with a hairy fat stomach, you then put on the jacket.
the smell fills your nose as you put it on, causing you to become entranced, and be pushed right down into the cock, Boris was in control now, at the same time your arms inflated and grew hair,along with your hands....
Boris looked in a mirror, seeing your pathetic old face on his handsome fat body, "this just ain't gonna do!" he pulled out hair gel,a comb, and an old bottle of booze, first he drinks the booze, causing your head to change, first you gain a second chin, then a lousious black beard grew on your face, as your first chin squared a bir,and your nose grew,your eyes changed to deep crimson red, and your teeth sharpened "now for da hair" boris/you said,before putting some gel in your hair,and combing it into a slick shape,as it darkened to black.
Boris then grabbed your cock,and began to fap, eventually most of the old you were mixed with the cum,and then spewed out, while the last bit fused into boris, or,well....boris was you,you were boris,since the beginning......
as you were about to leave,you realise your feet are still tiny,so you pick up your sweaty socks,and slide them on,before shoving your feet into your black boots,you felt your feet grow hairs as they expanded to fit your sexy body,as stink faintly escsped for a second,you exited the room.
Boris is back