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I run a Halloween costume shop, the type that randomly shops up in a city and is gone by November 1st. I’m never bored; with a motto of “Be something new for Halloween” and a warehouse full of magical costumes. It brings me great pleasure to watch the costume transform the individual, doesn’t matter into what. I’ve watched nerds walk in looking for a body building costume only to watch them put on those fake muscles and become transfixed as their bodies grew, but their brains dulled. It’s fascinating to watch the reverse, the jocks come in looking for a nerd costume only to lose that time in the gym, but walk out knowing how to do calculus.

It’s not just body alterations that the costumes do, depending on what you choose you might end up something else entirely. One guy asked me if I had one of those cock costumes for a party. A little stunned someone would be caught dead in this thing I summoned one from the back and sat watching as he looked in the mirror, none the wiser as he was shrunk down, his body stiffening up until all that was there was a impressive sized dildo begging to be used. I’ve even caught unattended children interested in costumes. I’ve seen a few walk in barely able to spell only to walk out looking for their next adventure as a young Indiana Jones.

This story however is about my worst client, Brad. He walked in the store with an aura of arrogance. I was just finishing up with a client, a teenager who chose a werewolf costume. Boy was he in for a surprise in a few nights. “Hello, how can I help you?” I greeted him. He was on his phone and snapped his fingers at me. “Fine me something good,” was all he said pausing on his phone long enough to order me. Stunned and a little pissed off I slipped into the back to find him something good. Searching through the costumes I picked out three. Another dick costume, a baby costume, and my personal favorite the male slut costume. I walked back with the three options and displayed them on the counter.

“Take a look at the,” he cut me off before I could finish. “First off buddy, I’m Brad. Second, what kind of guy do you think I am?” He motioned to the three options. I knew he wouldn’t take the first two, but the third might still work out. “I understand, but I recommend this one,” I motion to the leather pants. “This is actually just the bottoms to my biker set.” That got him to perk up a little. “Biker would work.”

I motioned for him to go try on the pants while I got together the rest of the outfit. He snatched them up and strutted back there. Oh how I couldn’t wait until he put them on. I fiddled around the shop a little while he was back there. “Hey! Did you find the rest of my costume? These are a little tight got them a little bigger?” I made it sound like I was grabbing more items. “Almost done Brad. Keep trying they’ll fit, eventually.” I muttered the last part to myself. He came out like a Adonis in leather. The pants were still tight, but I could already see them reducing his muscle mass.

“Where’s the rest of it?” I smiled, “there is nothing else.” He seemed a little shocked and then grew angry because he realized I was using this opportunity to look at his physique. “You little bastard!” He growled advancing towards me. “Not how you speak to your master,” I said watching him stop in his tracks. He was startled as his stopped and I advanced towards him turning him around to look in the mirror. “Normally you aren’t supposed to be aware of what’s happening, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He looked at himself in the mirror not noticing the differences at first, his body was still strongly muscled, but slowly those muscles were growing smaller.

I ran my hand over his diminished chest watching him blush from my touch. He gasped as he realized he was starting to like it. “You must’ve been straight,” I whispered in his ear as my hand slowly slid down his abs and underneath the leather waistband. His breathing changes as he started to grow horny. “Please, sir… I’ll do anything.” I smiled knowing his words were two-fold. I turned him around to face me. He knew what was about to happen and he complied as he squatted down to his knees and fished out my member. Together we watched as his body grew leaner. His gruffness softening as he grew younger as well. As he sucked away on my cock; the pants did their job to alter not only his body, but his mind too. His face started to relax as his memories were being dumped. His cock reacted by getting stiff, straining against the leather fabric as his mind accepted what was happening. “How do you feel Brad?” He moaned and I let him have his first taste.

I watched as the transformation completed, the haze that had overtaken him dissipated and a new Brad was left squatting before me. He bit his lip and looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes. I knew the cocky version of him was no more, just a hungry young man begging for more.