A female voice laughs, "Here let me help you with your final adjustments!"
Chad looked over his shoulder. It was Sinclair. She grabbed the black strap running down the back of Chad's
costume and cinched it tight.
"Yow!" yelped Chad as he found his limbs tightly pressed against his body. He fell immobilized to the
fieldhouse floor. It wasn't just a kinky costume it was some sort of straitjacket.
She knelt down and went to work adjusting the straps, laces and buckles on Chad's suit as he lay there
helplessly. At first he was unnerved, but he quickly got into it. And started to get hard. The weird part was
his cock felt like a crushed Moon Pie under his body instead of like a Twinkee or hot dog. The seams between
his thighs and knees was now open, those his legs were still bound. His hot sweaty flesh clung to itself.
Next Sinclair seemed to force his arms up into his shoulders by rolling up his gloved sleeved hands and arms
with a metal key like it was a toothpaste tube.
"Whoa! Kinky, you're a magician too, Sinclair?"
"You have no idea, you stupid, dick," Sinclair said shaking her head as she dealt with Chad's other arm.
Then she began tightening all the straps, and once she had done this once, she repeated it again and again.
Now Chad was getting nervous. He realized that incredibly he was getting smaller each time she tightened his
restraints. He now was the same size he had been in Junior High, and Sinclair seemed intent on compacting him
even more.
"Hey, c'mon, Sinclair, fun's fun, but this is-uh- please, Sinclair, let me go!"
"Oh, Chad, why would I do that when I have you just where I want you? I suppose you're curious about what's
happening to you?"
"Yes, what are you doing to me?"
"Actually, I'm an advocate of form following function. And so I'm reshaping your form to follow your
function."
"My function?"
"Yes, Chad, you're just a big dick, and soon that's what you'll look like too."
"Whu? Huh? I don't understand?"
"What's to understand. The elixir you coated your body with makes your body not only pliable to any shape or
form but will make other changes so that your final form is permanent and you function just the way I want you
to."
"You're a witch!"
"Duh! Actually, I prefer sorceress. A witch gets her powers from simply making a deal or offering to the
devil, I've studied magic for years. And I'm quite proficient if I do say so myself."
The whole time they talked, Sinclair kept working the various belts, straps, and buckles, and Chad was smaller
and smaller. He couldn't be more than three feet long now, and he was a cylinder from the neck down. Now she
began pulling his head back in its black hood, so that his face was sticking out of the end of the black shiny
tube. He then felt her splitting his lower body, which he no longer considered his legs into a bag. She
mashed his flesh around to make it mushy in the sacks. She really was making him into a big dick, at least he
was going to have big balls.
He just lay there whimpering thinking to himself it was all some sort of trick and he should just go along
with it and enjoy himself. Sinclair had stopped talking with him, and chuckled to herself.
Finally, she stopped. She knelt there smiling smugly looking down at the former jock, he was nothing but a
big dick now. She undid the laces, and straps and lifted the now one foot tall hard cock out of its bindings.
"Now guess, what I'm going to do with you, Chad?" she whispered evilly.
Chad's mouth formed an "O", but he was silent. He was too scared to speak. Sinclair continued.