"A new tank top!" Chaco announced looking down at his stained and torn shirt.
Bobby saw the world wring out before his eyes, as his body lost its weight and he became a helpless article of clothing. A strap hanging between Chaco's index finger and thumb. Bobby's clothing lay in a heap at Chaco's feet.
Chaco stripped off his old tank top, and tossed it into the dumpster. He wouldn't be needing that anymore. Bobby suddenly felt the permanence of his new situation. Chaco was impervious to Vinnie's magic, and Vinnie's magic had been Bobby's one hope if anything went wrong. Bobby's new knit body enveloped and clung to Chaco's tight muscular torso. Bobby had realized how buff the little Latin stud was...
"Now let's see what we have here," Chaco said bending over Bobby's disgarded clothing, "Fuck, Erick? And Ryan, Carter and those stupid twins." Chaco pulled his tank top strap, Bobby strained as Chaco's hard nipple was pulled away from Bobby, "Well, Bobby, I really have to thank you for the new wardrobe!"
By the time, Juanito and the others returned, Chaco had stripped out of his old clothing. His boxers were replaced by Erick the Jockstrap. His socks and shoes were his high football team's most valuable players. He pulled back on his jeans, and stuffed Bobby's jeans and shirt, Chaco's old socks, boots and boxers into the empty bag that Bobby had brought with him.
After Chaco put his jacket back on, he tucked Bobby inside his jeans and inside his new jock. Bobby felt a strange rush as he was pulled over Chaco's cockhead. Chaco moaned slightly, as Erick and Bobby went to work on his monster. He looked up at his crew, and said, "I think we've got a problem with Vinnie Cost."
"It's time we deal with him once and for all!" He shoved his fist against the palm of his hand to emphasize his determination, and to counter the pleasure fest going on in his pants.