"C'mon then Tommy, we'll go home and you can model the suit for me and
private," Magda said squeezing Tom's right butt cheek.
"Magda, I don't-" Tom began.
"Tommy," was all Magda said as she ran her finger along his cheek.
He sighed, "Okay, but no pictures."
"Alright," she said, "Let's go."
Tom's house was closer. So they headed there.
Tom was down to his jockstrap, but Magda wasn't undressing at all.
"I want you in the suit first, and without the jockstrap, and then
I'll do a striptease," she said with a laugh.
Tom shook his head, but pulled his jockstrap off. He slingshot it at
her. She dodged and laughed. Her grin widened as Tom put one foot
into the blue Spandex suit.
Magda texted Joe to come over to Tommy's. She said it would be cool to
make out in her former boyfriend's bed, while he wasn't there.
Joe's cock swelled in his jeans, and he texted back, "Be there in 2
min."
Magda grinned, "So Tommy, how do you like the way that suit hugs your
buns. I think it's cool."
"Yeah, it is kind of stimulating, Maggie. Ooh, look you can see me
wiggle my toes through the spandex."
"Oh, yeah, now put the whole thing on, right now!" ordered Magda as
she glanced at her watch. She wanted Tom properly transformed before
Joe got there. "Now, Tommy, I want you to think about football as you
put that on. Concentrate: what is the most significant item when you
play football? Is the football shorts? The jersey? The padding? The
cleats? The helmet? Or the football?"
"Well, I should probably say the football, but-oof," Tom said as he
pulled the hood over his head completing the costume. Tom blinked the
suit suddenly felt tighter, but it felt good at the same time. He
opened his mouth to complete his original sentence. He said,
"___________" and instantly collapsed into that very item.
Magda laughed and applauded. Her chimed. The new text said, "I'm
here. Backdoor. Let me in." It was from Joe.