"Oh, Stu, check me out!" Mike exclaimed doing a model turn, "I can't
believe the way this wetsuit hugs my body. Look at the fucking detail
you can see my fingernails and nips through this buttery material. Oh,
man, it feels like it's getting tighter. Oh, it feels so uh, gu-uh-
ood!"
"Mike, it looks like you and that suit belong together," laughed Stu,
"You and Tom will look great in the display window."
"Uh huh," moaned Mike with his eyes closed not really listening. His
tongue darted across his lips lustily.
Stu just chuckled and peeled off his red rubber hood. He called into
the back room, "Hey, Jakey-boy, get your ass out here and help me
position your new mannequins before they set."
"How come the wetsuit didn't change you too?" Jakey asked as he
wheeled out two metal mannequin stands.
"Come on now, ain't you ever heard of a Judas goat? I lead the studly
lambs to slaughter. They wear treated suits, I wear an untreated one,"
Stu laughed, "Besides who'd want a stocky short mannequin like me?"
Jake just stared. Part of the transformation made the subjects
malleable. Just last week,Stu had brought in a petite surfer and while
he was transforming in the pink wetsuit, Stu and Jake had used
fiberglass molds to change him from a male to female mannequin.
"You know, Jake, next time I'll let you wear the suit and play the
Judas goat part," Stu suggested.
Jake smiled and nodded. The hairs on the back of his neck pricked up
because Stu never called him Jake. Being petite himself, Jake recalled
Stu's comment last week that "Jakey would make a nice girl mannequin."
Jake decided to redirect the discussion.
"You know, I thought you and Mike really were buds?"
"Oh, the slacker pussy thought he could get away with banging my
sister, and then dumping her. I played like it didn't matter, but I
knew then I'd be planting a steel rod up his bubble butt permanently,"
growled Stu angrily.
That explained things. Jake grinned and ducked back into the backroom.
"Where are you going?" Stu asked as he propped up Mike's swaying body
with his hands.
Jake didn't answer. In a minute, he returned carrying a heavy older
style mannequin stand with a large steel ball at the top of its wider-
than-the-newer-stand's shaft.
"I thought considering, you might prefer this stand," Jake said.
"Fuck, yeah!" Stu said handing Mike to Jake to steady and grabbing the
stand himself. He hefted the stand up in front of Mike's face. Then
he slapped Mike's cheeks three times saying, "Wakey, wakey, Mikey! See
this big metal rod with the ball on top? Well, I'm going to shove it
up your ass, and leave it there forever! Teach you to fuck my sister
and dump her!"
"Huh? Wah? No!" screamed Mike. Stu slammed Mike down on the shaft, and
rubber suit shifted to allow penetration. Mike moaned, he was
enjoying it thanks to the suit. His confused expression became more
ecstatic. His eyes popped open wide as the yellow rubber melted across
his face sealing him forever in shiny yellow.
"Okay lets shift some his his love handle fat down to his bulge," Stu
ordered.
"There's not much to work with," Jake said working the left side and
Stu worked the right.
"There's enough," Stu answered. He glanced at the dressing room
doorway, and added, "I'll finish up Mike, you go get Tom on his
display stand. If we wait too long, he'll be to hard to mount."
"Okay, Stu!" Jake said heading for the doorway.
Stu looked at Jake's cute butt and then at Mike's rubberized left pec.
He grinned.