Tim couldn't believe the control he had over his new cock. Normally he would have cum in less than a minute, without visual stimulation even, but now he had perfect control over his new manhood. He stood in awe enjoying every sensation as he jerked off with two hands. He needed release but that could only come with a partner. Deep down he knew that his body was just too hot to cum by itself.
Tim let go of the massive member and started to look around as he softened. He noticed a bin for discarded clothing and began to strut towards it in his naked glory.
The double doors opened again just as Tim was crossing the room. A short, fat, nerd stumbled through the doors. Much like Tim himself was just 10 minutes ago. Tim froze and looked him up and down as the nerd stood agape.
“Huh…how…why…would you be in the thrift shop?” the nerd questioned. “Surely you could take your pick of the attractions the park had to offer and shouldn’t have to resort to the discount bins.”
Tim walked over to the nerd as a smirk crossed his face. He couldn’t believe how he towered over the nerd in size and stature. “Believe it or not, I was just like you before I walked into this room.” The nerd’s eyes had worked Tim’s entire body. From his thick thighs to his massive chest, chiseled abs, and of course settled on his unbelievable cock. “You never know what you’re going to find in these bins. And with any luck, you might turn out like me!” Tim had never been the center of attention before. He started to flex as the nerd lost focus and began to drool with anticipation.
Tim turned to move towards the clothing bin again. Reaching it in just a few massive strides. Tim knew immediately that the Air Jordans, designer jeans, and fitted shirt belonged to his new body. Size 12.5 he laughed to himself. Of course, his feet would also be huge to compliment his new frame. The nerd had moved over to the display panel but still couldn’t take his eyes off Tim as he dressed. Tim ignored him and enjoyed the experience of sliding on his fitted clothes for the first time.
Tim normally wore baggy clothing to hide his lumpy figure but knew immediately that the fitted clothing perfectly complimented his new form. Tim felt a lump in his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. “How lucky, for once in my life everything is going smoothly” he couldn’t help but say to himself.
Tim’s jaw dropped as he pulled out the ID. He didn’t recognize the face at first, but he definitely knew the name. “Richard Hark. Independently wealthy, playboy, philanthropist. Surely this was a mistake” he began to think to himself. But the results were evident. “Even if it was an accident, I’m Richard now for all intents and purposes and I should act as such.” Tim found the keys to a Ferrari in his front pocket and began to walk to the exit of the Thrift Shop eager to begin his new life.