"Lets go find someone else" you say, not even bothering to stuff you're cock cheese encrusted, cum leaking dick back into your pants. You leave the derelict and the trashman joyfully fucking, the sound of flash slapping together as you and Jake walk along the road.
you turn a corner and see a man waiting at the corner of the street. He was handsome, slim, mid 20s,with dark neat hair and wearing a sharp pinstripe business suit. He didn't notice you and Jake as he talked on his cellphone.
"Look just make sure it's done by friday, ok... yes I know were overbuget..."
Jake grins at you, as you slowly begin jerking your dick, staring at the businessman. Surely enough you began to bend and mold him to your whim. He suddenly stops taking, and goes vacant. With a load fart, he shits out a large turd into the seat of his tight suit pants. He drops his phone and continues to stand and stare, before dropping another steamy log.
You lick your lips as you watch him slowly reach down to the seat of his pants and rub it with his hands, moaning a little as he feels it squelch down his legs. You go up behind him, taking in the stench and begin to rub your dick on his ass, then you reach round and grab his chest, fondaling it through his shirt as he moaned in pleasure.
The man then began to grow, fatter and fatter, his gut expanding, until one by one the buttons on his shirt began popping off. His pants now straining, ripping at the seams to give way to his newly fat, shit plaster ass. soon the mans shirt was fully open, exposing his hairy flabby belly and sizeable man tits, which you continued to squeeze.
He grew fatter and fatter, till he was around 500 pounds, his suit falling in tatters, his short fat cock hidden under his belly. Then, his clean shaven face grew a stragally goatee, his once perfect hair disappearing as he turned into a skinhead, pearcings appearing on his face.
A pair of extra extra large tattered jeans appeared on him, stained with what looked like months of shit, cum and piss. a pair of old black combat boots, and finally a matching stained once white wife beater, too small to cover his immense amount of fat. The young business man was now a morbidly obease slobby shit loving skinhead.
"Evening gents, fancy some fun?"
You and Jake look at eachother and grin.