Jason waited patiently for the other two guys to leave; he wasn't too confident on taking two at once, despite his speed (or Speedos for that matter). He concluded that his only chance would be the store owner.
When the two guys finally left, Jason wandered up to the counter and cleared his throat loudly. The shop keeper folded over his magazine and looked up. Jason looked over him briefly; he was is his mid-40s and had a large gut. His name tag on his blue uniform read "Peter".
"What can I do for you?" he asked with mock care.
"Well...I'm looking for..." Jason began.
"Listen," Peter interupted. "We don't stock your gay-ass Speedos here, so why don't you just leave?" Jason wasn't taken aback at all by this.
"I wouldn't want to leave you thinking Speedos are bad now, would I?" Jason replied and as he finished he jumped across the counter onto Peter. Peter gave a muffled yell as his chair toppled over. After a short period of shoving, Jason had managed to over power Peter. Taking his chances, he forced his tongue down Peter's throat. Peter's eyes widened and he began to moan in disgust. Within moments, these moans of disgust changed to moans of pleasure. Hair began to sprout from Peter's head where he had been bald; it grew thick, but not long. The beer belly sucked in and formed a set of tight abs and his shirt hung loosely off his chest. His shorts slipped down below his waist as they too had become too large, revealing a pair of red/white briefs that were turning redder and redder by the second. The grey hairs along Peter's chest sucked into his skin and his body seemed to be that of a 20 year old.
Jason stopped to admire his work.
"Don't stop..." Peter pleaded. Jason smiled and began to lick Peter's erected penis through the tight red Speedo. Peter continued to moan as his cum finally shot forward into Jason's mouth and across the Speedo. Peter lifted Jason's head and began to tongue him again. Jason wrapped his arms around Peter's body and hugged tightly. Suddenly...