As I finish with the last of the articles of clothing I notice that
the shoes seem to fit someone with a much larger foot than mine both
in length and width but mostly width.
The tool belt has a definite arc to the top of the top of the belt.
The belt seems to ride on my hips totally from the bottom ridge of the
belt.
The shirt seems to have been well worn. Not only are there holes in in
but it is stretched out of shape. This could be because of many
washings but it doesn't seem to be the case.
I come out and take a look in the mirror.
Ok not really the look I was going for but it will do.
I head back in and undress and take my finds up to the register and
check out.
When I get home I call for Shawn. Hey I got costumes for us.
Go try yours on I think it will look good on you. I am going to go put
mine on and show you how I look.
When Shawn comes out he is in a tight fitting shirt that seems to be
cutting him off at the waist. Showing his pecs very definitively. His
cut off Khaki's and a nice tool belt that rides on his hips.
I walk out in my ill fitting outfit and we take a look at each other
and laugh. This will be fun.
They head out to the party and get all sorts of comments on their
costumes as they wander around.
That is your 5th beer in the last half hour Shawn says to me. Aw leave
me alone you know I like my beer.
But you know how you get.
Damn ball and chain Ba Bang! I think I'll Keep Her. I say to Brian the
guy I was talking to when he Shawn came up to comment on my drinking.
Damn Shawn was looking good. Was it the alcohol or was he looking real
good in that outfit.
I found my way back to the kitchen and sat my ass down next to the keg
chatting with the guys that wandered by drinking beer after beer and
helping swap out the kegs as they were emptied. I think I drank more
than I had ever had before in my life and I had to pee from time to
time. One particular time the bathroom was so full I walked out the
back balcony and whipped out my dick and started showering the yard
below.
Shawn came up behind me and pressed me against the railing and there
he was with that damn fruity cocktail that he liked so much.
Have you had enough yet? Shawn asked.
Naw I am just getting started.
I sat my ass down on the stool next to the keg and started at it
again.
Please don't drink too much Shawn pleaded with me in a way I don't
remember him ever doing before but seemed so familiar.
Ok I will try.
Shawn leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek that seemed both
strange and familiar at the same time.
As the night wore on I found myself migrating to the living room and I
flopped on the sofa eventually passing out from the alcohol but not
before Shawn found me sitting so close that I wrapped my arm around
him and pulled him close.
When I woke the next morning he was still wrapped in my grasp and I
looked at him with a pounding head thinking he fit that costume so
damn well.
Gotta go pee I mumbled to no one in particular.
Okey dokey honey. Was that a slight lisp from Shawn?
I found my way to the bathroom, eyes half closed the whole way and
found my dick and peed for what seemed like half an hour. When I
finished I went to the sink to rinse my mouth out and splash some
water in my face. When my vision clears I see myself. Big beer belly.
Now the stretch in the top part of the tool belt makes sense. The
shirt rides up exposing a nice hemisphere of belly accentuated by a
deep innie belly button. My pecs looked like pillows on top of by new
found belly. My pants were tight stretched out into tree trunk legs
that seemed stuck into the boots that just yesterday seemed to be so
loose. My hair was black and curly and I had a full beard. And as I
took off the hard hat I found a definite bald patch in the center from
the wear of the hat.
This all seemed somehow wrong but I couldn't figure out how.
I wandered out to find Shawn and picked him up like a rag doll and
threw him over my shoulder. Wa? Was all he could say.
His tiny little waist made his big bubble butt wander into my face but
he was no trouble at all to haul out to the car and toss into the
passenger seat.
I got in and had to push back the seat all the way and I headed home.
I looked over to Shawn and noticed that his six pack abs were
particularly defined and his pegs seemed to have swollen out so deep
that they were almost as big round as my beer belly over what looked
like a 27 inch waist. His blond curly hair and not a hint of a beard
made him look like he was 18 but I knew he was much older than that.
As I made my way to home I found myself turning into McDonald's for a
quick breakfast meal. Coming out with a grocery bag full of goodies.
The reflection in the window seemed to show the wrinkles in my face
and I would have to guess I looked like I was in my mid to late forties.
When we got home I found that Shawn no longer had a room of his own we
just went into my room and flopped him down on the bed where I
finished up the bag of McD's as a man in love with his food would do.
Making short work of it.
My big belly seemed to fit so well into Shawn's curve. His butt
fitting nicely under my belly as I moved closer to him and spooned
with him as we both went back to sleep.