A pale faced skinny young man with a mop of dirty blond hair entered
the shop. He took out a yellow business card with something written
on it.
"I was told that you had something that would help me?" Robert said.
Felix recognized him instantly as a the 18 year old wimp that Felix
had bullied all through high school.
The shopkeeper led Robert over to Felix's rack. Inwardly, Felix
grinned, the wimp was going to end up racked up just like him. To his
surprise the shopkeeper lifted Felix off the rack and handed him to
Robert.
"Take off all your clothing. Then put this on. The changes to you
both will be permanent if you jack off in it."
"What?"
"Just do what you are told and you will see."
"It doesn't look like it'll fit me?" Robert says suspiciously. He
wonders if this some elaborate hoax.
"You will be surprised how well he will fit. Just like a second
skin," says the shopkeeper, pushing Robert into the changing room,]
"Well, if you really think so? I'll give it a try."
Felix doesn't know what to think, but he doesn't like the suggestion
that Robert jack off inside him and make Felix's changes permanent. He
mentally screams and pleads. He's on a hanger on a hook in the
changing room. He watches the giant nerd strip naked. His body is
even paler than his face. Felix smirks momentarily at the size of
Robert's manhood, then he remembers that that teenie weenie will soon
be inside him, and that he no longer is a man. Hands release the
clips, and Felix is falling. There's an electric tingling as Robert
steps into Felix, and pulls him up over the hairy white sticks he
calls legs. The moment Robert cinches the drawstring, the changes
erupt.
Robert staggers under the weight of his widening darkening shoulders,
then his thighs and calves grow big, then the pouch inflates with
Robert's suddenly mule sized manhood. As he admires his now totally
ripped musclebound body in the mirror, his skin begins to darken.
"Oh, yeah, I wanna be like this forever!" exclaims Robert grabbing his
snake sized cock and starting to massage it through the fabric that
Felix has been reduced to being.
"And that fact that you'll be my posing suit forever, Felix, is an
added bonus," Robert adds.
Huh, you knew?
"I only knew when I put you on. Like I know the combo to the beach
locker where you stowed that five grand your granny gave you for
college, which you were planning to bet on the ponies. I also know
how to sign your name, and as soon as I've finalized our relationship,
I'm headed over to transfer your cat to my name with all of your legal
signatures --oh, yeah, any minute now."
Robert's comments were reduced to a series of moans and grunts, and
then it happened. The hot flush of sticky cum followed by its rapid
cooling. Felix experienced the orgasm too, and liked. The fact that
he was now permanently an article of clothing didn't really faze him
now. It must have been a side effect of the magic. Robert's cum
meant Robert owned him. Felix liked being owned.
A few minutes later, musclebound Robert left the store carrying a
paper bag containing his old clothing, and wearing only a posing strap
that used to be his high school bully Felix. Life was good. He
stopped and bought some XXL flip flops and then bought some 4XL
sweats. An hour later he was at the Department of Motor Vehicles with
Felix's still wet signature on the pink slip that would make the
yellow Transfoermers style Camaro all his.