Carl watched as Charlie worked on his car. Laying down on that rolly thing that slides under his car.
Charlie was helping out his neighbor and working at Carl's home meant he didn't have all his nice equipment.
Now Carl's car wasn't an SUV but it wasn't a low rider either and it seemed as though when Charlie slid under
his car that his belly was scraping the undercarriage.
The coveralls seemed to get snagged as he moved out.
He rolled out and got up and Carl thought he saw a tightness in Charlie's coveralls.
As he leaned over the hood, zipper undone almost to Charlie's navel he saw the reason for the tightness.
Charlie was getting a belly. And not just a small one he was getting a nice big round ball gut. Carl thought
about it and realized that all the mechanics he knew were big men and that must be the reason that Charlie was
becoming more and more like that.
Looks like you could use a beer Carl said.
I am a bit parched.
Carl ran in and got a beer and stood at the fridge door. He might want a sandwich. Carl made a big Dagwood and
then decided that one beer wasn't enough so he got the full case.
Thought you might be a bit hungry too.
Charlie sat his widening rump on the bumper and took the sandwich in a grease stained hand and a bottle of
beer. What would have taken Carl hours to devour Charlie downed in minutes and was quickly on his third beer.
Tastes good your a good cook.
Well I wouldn't call that cooking but thanks.
I bet you would make a good wife.
Carl thought about what he was saying. I guess. Carl said.
Charlie went back to his work.
Hours later and more than a case of beer gone Charlie started up Carl's car and it ran like a top.
Now for the bill.
What bill Carl said.
Charlie headed in and up to the master bedroom. Carl followed and said I will get you some towels. Thinking
Charlie wanted to take a shower. He did take off the tight fitting coveralls but then he turned to Carl and
said take that off.
Carl just stammered as Charlie came closer.
Come on boy you know you want it.
No ... I ...
Charlie took hold of Carl by the arms and started to take off that white button down getting grease stains on
it. Carl was very smooth almost hairless. He loosened the belt and dropped the tighty whities.
Nice little pucker there, Charlie said to Carl fingering Carl's hole.
Carl found himself stunned but enjoying the play.
As Charlie stuck his fingers in and out of Carl's hole Charlie lifted Carl up like a rag doll and placed him
firmly on his stiffening manhood. Walking toward the king sized bed Carl felt himself opening up on the man
meat. He was in pain but he was too shocked by the events to wish for something else to happen.
As the two dropped to the bed still impaled on Charlie's cock Carl felt the rod drive itself deeper into his
bowels. That was when Carl realized how much he was enjoying the invasion. His eyes rolled back in his head
and he came without any further stimulation.
Charlie rammed himself in and out of Carl for what seemed like hours. Passing out after the third or fourth
orgasm he had. And still Charlie hadn't cum once.
When he finally did cum Carl felt Charlie's balls churn out what seemed like gallons of cum up his ass. Carl
was exhausted. And went to sleep. When he awoke he saw Charlie laying there next to him with his with his
necklace around Charlie's neck.
That's mine. Carl said.
It was. Now it's mine.
No No No you don't understand it is a family heirloom.
Well then I guess I am your family now. Cause it's mine.
Please give it back. Carl plead and plead with Charlie but there was no way he was going to force it from him
he had to get it someway else.
Charlie dressed and left as Carl trailed after him trying to get his necklace back.
It did fit more like a choker on Charlie's thick neck but he like that Carl was so adamant about getting it
back and that made him want to keep it more.
Carl did eventually move in with Charlie. Charlie kept the necklace away from Carl and eventually learned it's
powers. But never in the rest of his life did he wish himself to change. He enjoyed this dominant grease
stained mechanic that he was and never felt there was anything better for him. He did however make wishes
about Carl and the other mechanics that worked at the garage.