Misty closed the door to the small office where Stan was sleeping and walked back to the locker rooms by the pool. Dean was no where to be found. Misty was already dressed to swim a for a while, so she tugged her suit in a few places to make it feel more comfortable, and dived into an open lap lane in the pool.
Meanwhile, Dean was enjoying the fruits of his new craft. Dean loved his tight, shiny bodysuit and how it squeezed his every curve. Dean had found a willing participant in his plan when he first entered the mens locker room. It seemed one man kept staring at Dean. Dean decided to walk over and ask the elderly looking man if he would like to try something with him.
The older man smiled and softly spoke, "First, what's your name?"
Dean smiled wide and whispered, "Dean"
The old man then waved Dean to the entrance of the locker room, "Follow me."
The older man took Dean to a massage room with no windows, a large mirror, and private. Dean smiled, "I'd like to have you try on something for me" as he handed the old man the shiny red triathlon top.
The old man took the top and looked at Dean, "Your strange, but this is different. Ok." The man, already shirtless, proceed to slip into the slinky sports top. As the man finished positioning the top, Dean reached out to make a few adjustments to put more of the older man's flabby upper chest into the top, nearly resembling an A-cup. The top began to do it's work almost instantly. The hair on the man's body began to fall off and his skin began to shrink. Gone were the wrinkles and splotches, and all that remained was a smooth, baby soft, wrinkle-free clear skin.
The old man gasped as he stared at the tight milky white skin now on his body. "This...this is incredible young man. I look nearly as young as you from the neck down." While he was speaking, the old man's voice began to crack. He asked Dean, "What's happening?" as be became frightened. Dean reached down and pulled the man's shorts down, exposing his very small, and shrinking penis and balls. Dean watched as in mere moments, a slightly moist vagina was formed in the old man. The old man's face and hair were changing quickly too. Long blond hair flowed from the now very female face of his new friend.
Dean asked, "What's your name?"
The new woman whispered, "It was Greg, but..." The new woman trailed off in mid-sentence. Her small, but muscular and silky smooth hands were stroking her supermodel face.
Dean took this chance to enjoy the D-cup tits now jutting from what was now a chiseled 150 pound and nearly 6 foot tall woman that had become the ultimate triathlon competitor. Dean gave the new lady a kiss on the cheek, "What is your name?"
The new lady stared into space for a moment, "Samantha."
Dean began to inspect each breast through the top with his hands, giving special attention to the nipples. "That's a pretty name."
Sam looked at Dean, "I need you now" and she stepped back from Dean and laid down on the massage table.
Dean quickly unzipped his suit, and pushed it down to just below his waist, releasing his throbbing 12-inch member. Dean walked over and crawled on top of Samantha, and went to work. Her moist slit made the tight fit special for Dean as he slid all the way in on the first thrust. Dean then continued to pound away at the blond beneath him for only a few seconds and he released his load into her as he throbbed in orgasm. Dean didn't feel tired, and started to pound away again. Dean lost count of the orgasms he and Sam had. After one orgasm, his balls seemed to nearly pull up into him, but he went one more. As Dean pulled out of the still tight pussy, he could feel his cock being sucked on inside her. He enjoyed this feeling very much, but something told him to stop. Dean pushed himself over, and fell to the floor, quickly exiting Sam's wonderful hole.
Sam smiled and sat up on the table, "Thank you Dean." She played with the top to make her tits look as full and plump as possible. Dean stared up at the woman, not sure what he had done, or what monster he had created. Sam took advantage of his confusion and jumped off the table, grabbed the competition jammer that Dean had brought with him and out of the massage room before Dean had a chance to stand up. Dean's balls ached horribly, but that subsided when he zipped up his suit after putting his arms back through the top half.
Walking back to the pool, he spotted Misty swimming in the water, and jumped into her lane.