Tom picked up the black shorts off the ground and walked over to the cash register. The man behind the counter put down his magazine and put the shorts into a bag as Tom paid. Instantly, the shopkeeper grunted and went back to his magazine. Tom and Jake left the store.
"Can we go to the beach now?" Jake asked.
"Yes, I've just got to find a place to change..." Tom answered absent mindedly. Ben, Andrew and Harry who were nearby stiffled giggles as they could smell the speedo man cum on him...
After searching for a change room both up and back down the beach for what seemed like an hour, Jake had grown fed-up.
"Just change down here by the bushes!" Jake told Tom. "It's the only way we'll get any surf in...we're right near the car now anyway, we can easily just go get our stuff."
Tom gave one last look around the area for a change room and sighed.
"Fine, but you have to look the other way..." Tom told Jake with a laugh.
"Fine, fine..." said Jake. Jake and Tom made their way down the sand dune a little until they reached a clump of bushes. Tom and Jake lifted their shirts off together and tossed them onto the ground and then kicked off their shoes and socks. They both had relatively well defined abs and both sported hairy chests.
"The OTHER way!" Tom told Jake with a laugh. Jake sighed and turned around to face the water.
"What are you; 8? Jeez, you need to grow up..." Jake muttered.
Tom fished out the black shorts from the bag. It may have been his imagination, but they seemed a little smaller than when they were in the shop. Glancing around one last time, Tom dropped his shorts and boxer shorts quickly. The wind blew through his package briefly and he jammed both legs into the (tighter) shorts. Before he could tell Jake he was ready, something happened.
Tom knew something was wrong with his shorts; for one thing, something sticky was rubbing into his ass crack. He flinched as he ran his hand across his rear and sniffed gingerly at the substance. It smelled surprisingly good, but Tom didn't know exactly what it was, but he decided to ignore it. He was about to tap Jake on the shoulder to signal he was ready but he was quickly distracted. Tom realised his shorts were red and a lot smaller now; verging on the size of a bikini type swimwear. Must've been that substance...Tom thought over. It probably was a chemical reaction that drained the colour and shrunk the material. But then Tom noticed they weren't just becoming smaller, they were changing into a pair of Speedos. The material morphed into that of spandex and within seconds a speedo symbol had faded into the corner of his bathers. Weird, Tom thought, but that wasn't the end of it.
Looking down over himself, Tom noticed his abs were gradually becoming more and more defined, but at the same time his snail-trail was creeping back down the front of his Speedo. His skin darknened a little and noticed the front of his Speedos bulge. Feeling over his chin, he realised his small goatee had also disappeared. Tom looked up at Jake (who was still gazing into the water) to say something, but he found as he looked over Jake's well built body that nothing was wrong with him; something was wrong with Jake. Tom crept closer to Jake.
Tom's hands wrapped over Jake's neck.
"You're done?" Jake asked, who was used to Tom's "rough-housing".
"You bet..." Tom whispered as he climbed onto Jake's back in a piggy back fashion.
"Hey?!" Jake excalimed as he felt Tom's boner push into his back. Jake collapsed onto the sand under Tom's weight. Tom pounced onto Jake and they began to roll down the sand dune wrestling. Tom felt like the only way to make things better would be to kiss Jake and so he tried desperately to do so. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, but he knew it was the only way. Jake meanwhile wasn't sure what was going on. He assumed it was just a joke by Tom, but he wasn't entirely sure. Tom looked so...different...Jake shrugged it off and grabbed Tom's hands and began to shove him upwards. Tom was lying on top of Jake now with his back arched from Jake's vertical poised arms. Tom gripped Jake's fists and slammed them outwards onto the sand. Jake lay spread-eagled out with Tom on top. Jake laughed and admitted defeat.
"You win!" he said. But Tom still wasn't satisfied.
Tom ran his hands behind Jake's head and sealed his lips over Jake's. Jake was so shocked he didn't know what to do; punch him or try to run away or what? But what Jake did surprised even himself. He kissed back. His tongue began to roll back over his friend's and they began to roll further along the sand. A rip from below signalled Jake's shorts giving way from the enormous bulge he was now carrying. Another surprise; instead of nothing being below his shorts, a similar red Speedo tightly pressed across his package. Looking back into Tom's face, he continued to kiss his face and moved downards over Tom's chest. With each kiss, Jake's chest and facial hair faded away and their erections steadily grew as they continued to kiss each other in the sand.