This just wont do! Dallas growls at Horst.
Well I will try.
Don't try do it and do it now!!!
Horst did his little machinations and soon a change was happening.
When Dallas felt Carter flutter from his grasp he thought maybe Carter
was becoming a person again but then he realized he was the one that
was becoming a shell of his former self.
What the hell have you done to me!?!?
I told you these things don't always work the way I want them to and
you insisted that I do it.
Dallas felt himself drop to the floor and Horst picked him up and put
him neatly into a nice gift box. He put a nice red ribbon on it and
put a note on it.
He set the package on the garbage cans as he left Dallas' place and
watched as the trash man came down the street. He picked up the box
and read the note on top. Merry Christmas. Here is a nice costume for
you. I think you will like it.
The Trash man looked at it quizzically and tossed it into the seat
next to him and headed off on the rest of his rounds.
When he got home he opened the box and pulled the Dallas suit out he
held it up to himself and looked at it.
There is no way this is ever going to fit.
He looked for a zipper or buttons or some way to open this up. Then it
came to him that he should start at what should be the suit's butt and
pull it over his head.
Well here goes I am just going to rip this thing to shreds. But he so
wanted to try. Something about the suit made anyone that owned it want
to try it on.
As he tugged and pulled it went over his head. He lifted his arms into
the crevasse and one by one they went inside and down the arms.
The Trash man had pulled his body yup into the suit and stretched it
as tight as possible when he noticed the dangling legs. He sat down on
his lazy boy and lifted one leg and stuffed it in the ass crack and
down one leg and then did the other. When he got himself snuggly
inside of Dallas he pulled the hood up over his head and noticed that
he was now looking out Dallas' eyes and his mouth was where Dallas'
mouth was. It gave him a nice look but the face was rounded and as he
felt around for his dick to work it into the flap for that he noticed
that there were some things along the belly that looked almost like
the fabric was going to tear. The looked somewhat like stretch marks
but that couldn't happen. He had these wild thoughts going through his
head and he didn't know where that was coming from.
He heard a screaming in his head and a horniness in his groin that he
hadn't felt since he was young.
The Trash man was as straight as he could be but he had some wild
fantasies building in him that he had never considered before.
This new suit didn't have a bit of hair on it's body except on his
head and his crotch. This wasn't like him. He had a full pelt since he
was 13 and this was an interesting feeling for him.
As he sat there drinking beer after beer Dallas could feel the
fullness in the Trash man's bladder needing to be drained. Dallas
screamed at him to release the pressure because it wasn't just the
trash man that was feeling it and holding it in it was Dallas.
Dallas decided he was going to go out tonight and hopped into the
shower with the Dallas suit on. As he washed Dallas down he started to
crawl out of it and left it on the shower floor as he washed off all
that grime from the day's work. When he was finished he picked up
Dallas and put the ass crack on the shower head and squirted several
squirts of shampoo in and turned on the shower. Dallas filled and the
stretching was noticeable as the foamy water started to come out
Dallas' mouth.
When the trash man was dry he pulled Dallas off the shower head and
stuck the hair drier up his ass and let it blow till all water was out
of the inside.
As he pulled Dallas on this time it was a lot easier it seemed as
though he was a lot looser now. And went on a lot easier.
Those thoughts seemed to be fading or were they just integrating into
him. He got dressed up and headed out to the sports bar he usually
goes to to pic up some chicks.
As he was heading down he turned off onto a street he had never gone
down. Not as a trash man and not as a cruising man.
As he pulled up to the bar he noticed a large rainbow flag flying over
the entrance. He had never been into a gay bar before. He was much too
macho for that but a strange feeling came over him and he decided what
the fuck he was going in.
This body was like sugar to flys. As he waddled in to the bar the
doorman hit on him taking a particularly long look at his ID. Then as
he went to the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer and started chugging
it down. One down and he was soon on his third when he leaned up
against bar his belly projecting out. He had no end of guys coming
along and giving the budda belly a rub.
As he waddled around the bar he found a little leather shop and tried
on a harness that fit barely and really showed off his smooth body and
a nice pair of tight leather shorts. He put the clothes he came in
with in a bag and headed out in his new attire and started cruising
the men. He had left his dress up clothes in the shop and left them
there when he left with a nice muscle man for the night.
Tony found a nice dominant man rippling with muscles and in the Dallas
suit he was really very submissive I guess that was one of the side
effects of the change to Dallas.
As he went off with the Muscle man he left his trash man life and
became the muscle man's slave and a horny filthy pig he was. He showed
the muscle man how he looks in and outside of the suit and the psychic
link between the trash man and Dallas continued even when not inside
Dallas.