Jake found a Spiderman costume clipped to a shirt and pants. "Spider-man and Peter Parker," he chuckled as
Jake held the tiny clothes designed for 12 inch tall action figure. He tried to put them down, but he
couldn't. He felt drawn to the changing rooms. There was no way the material could stretch that much, but he
felt compelled to try. The more he tried to reason with himself, the stronger and more irrational the
compulsion grew.
"Okay, I'll try to try it on," Jake muttered to himself as he entered the changing room.
"Amazing," he gasped as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing the Spider-man suit. It
clung too tightly to his body, but somehow it had stretched to fit. Jake adjusted his penis in the skintight
suit and regretted not wearing his briefs underneath. He next pulled the doll clothes over his costume. They
too amazingly stretched to fit.
Then he stood there looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looked down at the tiny brown rubber shoes
next to his huge red webbing clad feet. He stuck his little toe into the left shoe, and suddenly his whole
foot was inside. He repeated it with the right toe.
"Amazing!" he exclaimed. The only thing left were the tiny Bugle Newspaper and the plastic camera. He picked
them up.
They seemed to grow bigger in his hands. He could read not just the headlines but the stories as well. Only
when Jake glanced up did he realize that the ceiling was now several stories over his head and rapidly
retreating. The camera and paper weren't growing. He was shrinking.
He stood there staring unable to move. He was hard plastic.
Suddenly, Jake was no longer in the changing room. He was on a shelf out front. He was in box staring out
through a cellophane window. He was a vintage Spiderman/Peter Parker Doll MIB. Now all he had to do was wait
for someone to buy him.