Tony suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulders, and squeeze him tightly. A familiar accented voice breathed hot beer into his face, "Hey, Hermano, looks like you lost, and I won. You know, Hermano, I've bin looking forward to this all week - an' haven't showered once. You're goin' be hanging 'roun' me fo' quite a while," laughed Rico Valdez.
Tony had a bad feeling. It got worse, as his brother spoke.
"Kit and I decided to rent you out Tony. From now until next Monday, you'll turn into Rico's lucky briefs right at 7 o'clock. Oh, my it's already after seven. You're late, Tone," Roger said.
Tony looked flush. His skin kept getting reddered. His body seemed less substantial. Suddenly, his clothing hung empty in midair. Rico's hand moved swiftly, as the empty clothing collapsed in a heap. His left hand closed around the red spandex briefs that had been Tony's head a moment before. He held the briefs up in his hands and kissed the crotch.
"I bin waitin' for this day all week. I'm goin' get lucky tonight."
Rico stepped behind the high table and to everyone's surprise, he dropped his jeans.
"I wint commando today, heh, heh," chuckled Rico stepping out of his jeans.
Roger's eyes went wide when he saw the contents of Rico's baggy jeans. Rico's heavily pierced and tattooed uncircumcised cock jangled and reflected the lights as it flopped between his legs, as he stepped into Tony. Roger felt a brief pang of regret. After all Tony was his brother.
"Uh, maybe we should make Tony bigger, Rico. We made him extra small like you said, but you're pretty big."
"No, Tony is perfect. I like my briefs extra small, then they stretch around my junk like a second skin. See how he hugs my hardening cock. He was made fo' dis," exclaimed Rico.
He promptly treated everyone to a round of beer. "Oh, I shoulda waited until Tony got a drink too. Oh, well, I'll just have to make sure he gets some of my juice tonight," Rico said hefting his cock and balls through the tight fitting red briefs.
"Uh, shouldn't you put your jeans back on, Rico," Kit said uncomfortably.
"Well, thanks for the drink and all, Rico, but I'd better get going," Hogan said standing up.
"Uh, dude, you lost too," Kit said pointedly.
"And we rented you out too," Roger said brightly, "Werner, ready to collect your new wrestling singlet?"
"Wern-?" was the half voiced question Hulk asked as he collapsed into shiny black spandex. As he fell earthward, a tiny pale hand gripped him.
"Thanks, Roger, I'll put Hulk to good use. You're sure I'll be able to access all his wrestling knowledge just by wearing him?"
"Sure thing, Werner, just collect him every day at 7pm, and you also have him all weekend. Remember he turns back at 7am each weekday."
"Unless I'm wearing him, right?" Werner.
"Right. Then he'll change as soon as you take him off."
Suddenly, Rico's bulge swelled noticeably beneath his jeans. "Well, guys, it's been fun. But I plan to have a lot more fun tonight. If you know what I mean, heh, heh," Rico threw a wad of cash on the table. "There's a bit extra to show my appreciation."
Werner simply tossed a brown envelope on the table, took Hulk and left.
As Rico exited the bar, he patted his crotch, "I may never take you off, Tonito, heh, heh."
Tony's horrified mental scream did something that horrified Tony even more. It resulted in Rico's cock finally going totally erect. The stretching of Tony's body was painful, but the wetness on his lips was terrifying. He was absorbing Rico's cum, and worst of all it made him feel good.
Rico chuckled, "Even better, Tony, you like the taste of my cum. After a week or two, I may even let you turn back into a man for a little bit. By then you should be addicted to my cum, and beg to give me a blow job, heh heh."
"Who ya talkin' to, Rico?" asked his buddy Carlos who'd been waiting by Rico's car.
"Heh, heh, you wouldn't believe me if I tol' ya. Now let's go to the salsa club. I wanna git some tail tonight," he said patting his obvious boner.