"Oh, damn, you are a tight fit, Chad!" said a familiar deep male voice.
"Brad?" Chad thought in recognition of the voice.
"You're conscious, Chad. Damn, this complicates things a bit," chad's brother Brad said as he paused dressing to think. He shrugged and resumed dressing.
Chad was confused and furious as his hollowed out body was being violated as it was stretched to cover and clothe his naked buff older brother. Oh, gawd Chad realized just how hot his college Bro's body was.
Brad was now up to his neck in Chad, the empty hood of the morphsuit flopped against Brad's broad muscled chest.
Brad sighed, and broke his silence.
"See, Chad, I had thought you wouldn't be aware. Anyway my frat bro told me about this scheme one of your teammates concocted to turn you into a Speedo, jockstrap or tighty whities for Spring Break Week. I thought about warning you, but you are a big boy now and it would only be for a week or so. Anyway, it occured to me after hearing about their plan, that the would be wizards totally forgot about your window. It was a small spell to add the window to their existing spell. So initially, I thought a thong, so I can work on my tan. But as luck would have it, this hot actor was complaining that her show was ruined if they couldn't get an experienced stagehand for her show this week. So I volunteered, lying by claiming it was me instead of you who stage handed that summer stock show last year. Then she said that I was too big to fit in the black morphsuit that the stagehand wore. So I said I had a morphsuit and here you are. I figured wearing you, I could access your memories and know the difference between a gaffer and grip. Hey, maybe you won't remember being my morphsuit. The spellbook at the frat house translated that you would be unaware, but maybe they meant after I change you back, you won't be aware that I wore you. Bro, if I'm sure Ill get laid before the end of the week, so thanks for helping, even if you won't remember."
"Gaaaah!" Chad shouted.
Whether because Brad was thinking about getting laid or because he was getting off on wearing his transformed kid brother, Chad didn't know. But either way Brad had popped a massive boner in the pouch of his new morphsuit, which unfortunately for Chad seemed to be the new location of his mouth in his transformed body. Brad's massive boner had effectively gagged Chad.
Brad moaned. The more chad shrieked into the cock gagging him, the more stimulated Brad became.
"Prop boy, get out here, I'll show you the routine," shouted a male voice.
"My cue," said Brad. He pulled the hood over his head, and secured the zipper. He turned and ran toward the stage. He hadn't realized that there weren't any treads to provide friction on the soles of his new zentai. He started sliding, and would have gone flying off the stage and into the seats where the audience would sit during a performance, except-