As they step into the changing rooms John pulls the contents out of his bag.
There is a pair of steel toed boots.
A harness.
A black jock strap.
A black leather pair of shorts.
Some leather gauntlets that go up to his shoulders if rolled out. He leaves them rolled down so the just go up to his forearm.
John wasn't the biggest guy but these looked like they were made for a much bigger man.
As he puts the jock on the pouch seems to be almost empty from his average sized cock.
He pulls on the leather shorts and laces them up the side.
He then puts on the harness that pulls his shoulders back showing his smooth chest.
He then puts on the boots which are also quite big for him.
As he puts on the gauntlets.
It almost looks comical to him as he looks in the mirror.
You almost ready Vandal? He calls out to the next changing room?
Almost.
Vandal didn't have as much to put on as John did but it he was having trouble getting it to stay in place.
The only thing that seemed to fit was the pink boa and the flip flops.
He looked for some other holes in the gladiator wristbands but there was only one hole and that seemed to make them want to slip off his wrists.
He wasn't going to put the butt plug in. He wasn't gay and wasn't into that at all.
The pink thong was too big and he had to hold it in the back to keep it tight.
Well come on out. Lets see.
As John headed out the curtain out stepped a big muscle dominant man. Tattooed on his chest an left arm. He got a well manicured beard and a close cropped haircut. His once smooth chest was now as furry as it could be with a very smooth back. His jock filled to overfull poking out his balls on the side and the soft head out the top of the jock strap. The boots and the gauntlets fit perfectly.
He ordered Vandal out of the changing room with a deeper more demanding voice than he had ever had. Come out now boy.
Vandal was so shocked at the voice he heard he had to come out to see who it was and there stood a big muscle man that seemed oddly familiar to Vandal. John? Vandal asked.
Who else. John responded taking Vandal by the arm.
Vandal looked down at the meaty hand holding on to his fleshy arm.
His fleshy arm? Vandal thought. What the hell.
It was at that moment that Vandal realize the changes in himself. He looked at the wrist bands. They now fit just fine.
The Boa now slipped down the center of his chest in what could only be called cleavage.
And that was when he was taken aback by the burgeoning belly that now completely hid his diminutive cock. It was completely hidden.
The strings on the sides of the thong dug into the sides of his massive love handles.
John spun Vandal around looking at him.
And where is that butt plug, John asked noticing it's absence from Vandal's ass.
He reached back into the changing room now catching his first glimpse of his fat form in the changing room mirror. He grabbed the plug and noticed that it now had a corckscrew tail at the end of it. A pig tail? Vandal asked John.
What else would a pig like you use.
John was now so much stronger than Vandal and he spun him around and with absolutely no prep shoved the plug deep inside where it stuck fast.
John grabbed a set of chains and hooked them to some ringlets attached to Vandal's wrist bands and hauled him to the counter to pay for their new outfits. Pulling Vandal as if he were a pet. Which he now was.