"Yes!" exclaimed Jake as he strode triumphantly out of the stockroom.
He reached across the counter and grabbed the yellow rubber object
that Mike had become. He twisted the buckle end of the belt around his
left hand and ran his right hand across Mike's shiny smooth yellow
body.
Mike was horrified and in ecstasy. The giant male hand caressing him
felt so f---ing good. Then Jake buckle the belt around his waist
without putting it through the loops. Mike nearly died, it felt to
him as though he had just shoved his own cock up his own ass - and
damn his cock felt huge inside him - it also felt incredibly good. As
Jake walked the latch on the buckle slid in and out of the hole in the
belt. If Mike could still cry tears would have flowed. Tears of pain,
of pure orgasmic joy, and of total terror of what he had become
mentally and physically. He was totally screwed on so many levels.
"Boots, next, and then my chaps," Jake said walking toward the chair
Stu had been in. A couple of red rubber boots were all that were
there. "Why look just my size!"
He sat down, slipped off his shoes, and slid his stockinged feet
inside the boots. Stu was confused. He was literally beside himself.
His new form was just as erotically charged by the touch of a male
foot inside as Mike was at being used as a belt. The one main
difference was the pungent scent and the enormous change in pressure
on him as Jake stepped with one foot and then the other. It was pain
and pleasure and Stu quickly lost himself in sexual agony, as Jake
walked to the fitting rooms to collect his third prize.
He stopped as he saw Tom's shadowy movements through the slotted
grille of the dressing room door. He paused, and knocked. What had
gone wrong?
"Is everything all right in there?" Jake asked.
"Oh, it's just this blue spandex thing is not me," Tom said, "I found
these black leather jeans, but they're too short. Do you have any size
30's with 37 inseam?"
"May I come in and check your inseam to see if the jeans might be
adjusted. They usually have a little play in them, but they all come
one length from the factory," Jake answered gritting his teeth. He was
going to have to do something a bit more extreme. He turned one ring
on each hand to release a tiny hidden needle.
"Sure."
Jake quickly used the tape measure to check Tom's inseam. "36 1/2, I
bet there's enough here to let down. Would you mind taking them off so
I can check for sure?"
Tom looked at Jake as if waiting for him to leave the dressing room,
and Jake just stood there. Tom shrugged and took off the leather
pants, and handed them to Jake who tossed them aside, and lunged at
Tom. He slammed Tom up against the dressing room wall.
"Yeow!" Tom shouted as he felt two sharp jabs in his shoulders.
"This may hurt a bit," Jake said released his grip and stepped back to
watch his magic work.
"What the f--- did you do?" said Tom stumbling forward. He was feeling
nauseous and dizzy as the burning liquid rapidly spread through his
body. "I should - " he mumbled clenching his fist and closing his
eyes.
"You're not doing anything but changing in a changing room," chuckled
Jake crossing his arms. "See this belt - it's MIke. And the boots
are Stu. You're going to become my new black jockstrap. Now all I
need is someone else to put on the blue spandex and become by chaps."
"What are you saying? That doesn't make any sense. People can't
change into clothing - while I mean they change into clothes, but that
means taking off and putting on clothes not becoming clothes," he
rambled his brain was thinking clearly.
"Don't fight it, jock boy," Jake said calmly.
"And why a yellow belt and red boots - that's so gay?"
"Duh, ever occur to you that when you were calling me fag at school
that I really might be one? And you boys are going to be my clubbing
outfit - gay clubbing outfit. The colors are significant. Yellow means
I'm into guys drinking my piss," he said unbuckling Mike and holding
him up. He hung him on a hook on the wall. "Red is for pain and
blood. I get off stomping guys and whipping them. And turning them
into clothing," Jake explained kicking off Stu. He pulled off his
shirt, trousers and underwear next. "You'll soon be ready for me to
model, Tommy."
Tom turned his head to see his face in the mirror. He was shiny black
leather from head to toe. It looked kind of cool in contrast to his
blue boxer briefs.
"I may just try these on over you," said Jake stepping forward and
pulling down Tom's underwear to the floor.
Tom gathered his last bit of strength and lunged on top of Jake. They
struggled and the black leather spread all over Jake's naked body.
Jake fell to the floor struggling with the changing leather jock boy.