"If I'm going to get some action, I need to lose these gay Speedos, I'll borrow these red boxers, and this shirt and pants," Jeremiah said making a mess of Jamal's closet. He ransacked the room until he found the clothing he wanted, and tossed Tripp on Jamal's bed.
Tripp felt like he had run a marathon. He was exhausted. He had no idea he could stretch that much, let alone snap back to size 34. He lay there on the bed and let himself relax. He hadn't slept since yesterday before he was Speedofaxed. He must have fallen asleep. He awoke to a warm body and screaming.
At first, Tripp thought it was Jeremiah and that his new physique had reverted to its natural shape. But he remembered the shape of the cock filling him. It was Jamal, but now Jamal was a size 56.
Jamal was screaming and crying as he stared at his reflection in his bedroom mirror. Tripp could see Jamal was huge, but worst of all Tripp was all stretched out. He was like two yards of Spandex wrapped around fat Jamal.
Tripp concentrated, and squeezed as tight as he could. He had snapped back before when Jeremiah was wearing him. He had to do it again.
"Whatcha know it's contagious!" exclaimed Jeremiah from the doorway, "I was afraid, I'd lose my disability checks, but now you can collect them for me. Damn, that means I have to do your job? Being thin may not be worth it after all?"
"What did you do to me, Jeremiah?" Jamal demanded.
Tripp was concentrating, but nothing was happening.