James continued to kiss Roy, leaning further and further into it. The surfer's knees begun to buckle, and together they fell onto the sandy floor of the dune. Roy winced at the pain his bent leg cause his expanding cock, stretching it out straight under James.
"You ok, man?" James asked.
"Uh... yeah... just it's kinda hurting... it's soooo tight." Roy moaned, he arched his back as James massaged his cock through the rubber.
"Ah, I bet it kinda is." James said with a little regret, looking at the sizeable bulge.
"Fuuuuuuuck..." Roy moaned, "I just it wasn't so tight..."
James smiled, and leaned in for another kiss, distracting Roy as one hand reached into his pocket. He pulled out the palmtop, and begun to type in commands, mostly blind, with the occassional glance to check as he continued to try and keep Roy's mind occupied. He hit enter, and put the little unit away. He pushed his tongue deeper down the boy's throat.
Roy was enjoying James' attentions. He was surprised that he was lying here making out with a boy, but the enjoyment of the situation lent itself against him attempting to stop James. He didn't notice as his wetsuit split around his waist, a thin line appearing as his one piece full body suit became two pieces. He moaned softly as James moved his mouth over his neck, licking and sucking at it. He felt a little relief in his suit legs, but was again too distracted to give it concious thought. The neoprene material was beginning to stretch, giving him more room. The rubbery substance getting thinner and coarser, as Roy's leg....and cock... got more space. They begun to grow further down his legs, no longer constricting his legs, but loose and actually folding up in excess material. The pant legs bunched around his feet as they travelled down, then continued and enveloped them, the rubber substance much thinner now. The black colour begun to change to blue, as pockets formed. The ex-wetsuit material now become slightly shiny dark blue denim, baggy folds giving him a feeling totally opposite to his previous discomfort. Deep pockets appeared on the front and back, as a '7' appeared on his front, a little crown on a little side pocket... and finally in big letters "DADA supreme" was written on his right hand back pocket. Roy shifted again.
James reached down to the now baggy jeans and begun to feel up Roy, who responded by trashing in pleasure. The arms of his suit shortening whilst Roy moaned, retracting all the way back to his shoulders, showing his tanned arms. The neoprene singlet stayed tight as it got thinner and thinner around Roy's torso, becoming bright red a hood growing out the back. His build changing slightly as his swimmers body became replaced with some a little more large, thighs expanding, and chest widening. His new hoodie vest tight around his chest, with the words 'DADA' stretched across his chest. James unzipped Roy's Dada baggies and reached in to find new boxers, which he pushed around until he was able to grab Roy's cock.
"OH fuck... dat's it..." Roy said in a deeper more aggressive tone. His jaw squaring slightly. His head lifted as he looked James in the eyes, a more nasty tint to his eyes. He now wore a red Ecko Visor upside down and sideways on his head. "Mmmm fuck yo da bomb dude."
James smiled, looking down as something emerged from the bottoms of Roy's pants. The heavy kahki timberland boots growing as Roy's feet expanded a size. James heard a slight jangle, and looked down to see Roy's new wallet chain. He smiled, and shifted his eyes up to see Roy's face wince in pain. Tattoos scrawling onto his upper arms. On his right the words 'Sup, Muth Fucka'were written, while on the other side a large stylized '7' was drawn, a crown on top.
Roy grinned evilly up at James, and James smiled back. He felt himself lift slightly, Roy's monster cock was now fully hard... and Roy was happy that it's full glory had room to breathe.