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Heroic Wardrobe For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

Crisp groaned as he made his way to the checkout line of the clothing store. The wolf's cheeks felt like they were on fire. Hardly a new feeling, considering the alien sneakers on his feet, but it was getting worse by the hour.

"Could you two just shut up for five minutes?"

"Hehe, what do you think, Lefty? Should we leave this loser alone?"

"Not with what we've got planned, Righty. This freak's got a lot of stuff coming his way..."

It wasn't the first time that his shoes had laughed at him since he'd become the wearer of the Star Sneakers, but it was the first time that they'd done it so consistently. He pushed the cart forward slowly, trying to keep from just shuffling along the way that he so desperately wanted to, and did his best to put the shoes' speech out of his mind. Not that easy when they were telepathic, though.

As they kept teasing him, Crisp put the clothes he'd picked out on the register belt. They weren't much, just some pants and some shorts, and a couple of nicer shirts. After all the transformations that the shoes kept putting him through in the name of 'training,' he'd lost a fair bit of his clothes, and needed replacing.

Not that you two are going to pay for that, he thought to himself as he saw the total. Shaking his head at the hundred plus dollars, he slid his card through the reader, biting the bullet and paying it off.

"Will that be all, Crisp?"

"Why don't you buy a fashion sense while you're here, freak?"

"Yeah, that way you'll actually look a bit better when you wear us, instead of like some boner boi freak."

"N-no, I'm good."

He blushed, holding his bags in front of his crotch as he walked away. He knew that someone would think that he'd been interested in his cashier - which he wasn't - but it was better than them seeing just how hard he'd gotten.

The shoes kept chuckling all the way home, and he worried that their tricks weren't quite done.

Thankfully, he reached his house with no further incidents. His family was out for the weekend, so he had time to relax rather than worry about being seen in those shoes. The high tops were certainly talkative as he walked up the stairs, though.

"You know, Righty, I think that he's getting too used to us."

"You know, I think you're right. He's springing a boner, but not nearly as much as he used to."

"Maybe we need to remind him of what his proper place is."

Crisp stomped on the ground, but it was more a gesture of frustration than any sort of punishment to the shoes.

"Will you shut up? I just...I want to put these away and not think about all this stuff for a while."

Aliens, clothes that talked, people that were trying to take the sneakers from him - which he'd almost welcome, considering how they treated him - and who knew how many different clichés just waiting to get involved; who would want this sort of thing? He blushed as he made his way to his room, shaking his head as he made his way to his closet. He reached up for a hanger -

"Hey, who said that you could put those clothes away?"

A shoelace batted the hanger out of his hand, and suddenly the sneakers started glowing, pulling him away from the closet with abandon. The clickity click sounds that they made as they pulled his feet - and him by association - along was almost enough to make his boner bounce back up to full erection again.

"What are you doing?!"

"_We're not getting enough energy off of you. So, we're going to do a little...makeover."

"Did you have to call it that, Lefty?"

"Well, what do you want to call it? It's giving him a different look, and that's what people here call that."

"I know but...eech._ "

The shoelaces stretched out from the shoes, removing one of the pullover shirts from the bag and shaking it out a few times. It bounced and fluffed up from the action, the plain white shirt barely distinguishable from anything else. The shoes groaned.

"This is ridiculous, but it's a start."

"Hang on, what are you - HEY! Let go!"

The shirt was thrown on the bed, and a moment later, so was Crisp. The wolf struggled against the shoelaces as they pulled his arms over his head, but there was no chance to get free. They were impossibly strong, and he knew better than to think he could overpower them. His feet were kept high in the air by the sneakers, making sure that he couldn't roll away and get off the bed, either.

They yanked his shirt down over him, the laces glowing green with the alien power. His blush got worse as he felt them yank off his pants as well, pulling one of the new pairs on. The manhandling, the helplessness...

"_Hehehe, already getting harder, huh, boner boi? Look at this little freak, Lefty. We haven't even gotten to the good stuff, and he's already getting hard as hell."

"Good thing we're the real heroes of this little team. He's just a useless, perverted little freak, isn't he?"

"Yeah. Imagine how he's going to react when he sees what we do._ "

"Please...just...one day. Just one day off. Can't we just -"

"_Heh, no. Now say the words, Crisp."

"Yeah, say the words._ "

"But..."

The laces tightened over his hands, keeping them above his head. Crisp blushed, looking away and closing his eyes.

"Sneaker Sparkle Power..Lace Up."

He felt the familiar tingle as the phrase released the power of the alien shoes, while at the same time giving him a huge rush of embarrassment at having said the phrase. It didn't help that his bulge felt like it was growing, throbbing to an even more noticeable size in his underwear as he said it.

"_Hehehe, that's better...now, let's give him something new. How about this?"

"Ooooh, I like it, Lefty. Let's do it._ "

Crisp didn't want to look, but at the same time, he was terrified of what they'd do if he didn't. He needed to know what sort of thing they were doing, so...

As he opened his eyes, he stared. His plain white shirt dragged up and up and up, pulling up past his belly almost all the way to his chest, like some sort of dancing boy. His pants shortened up, dragged along by the green sparkles to his upper thighs, exposing almost all of his legs, and he gasped as the rest of the material suddenly tightened along his crotch and his butt. It felt like three pairs of hands constantly groping him, squeezing along his private parts.

He arched his back as the shoelaces released his hands to start groping along his crotch, making him tent them more and more. The shorts - almost like booty shorts from the incredibly small size - opened a little in the front, leaving him at a constant risk of his cock sliding free. He blushed worse than ever...and his bulge got harder than ever.

The shoes cheered in triumph.

"Hehehe, ooooh, that embarrassment...that need...We're getting stronger than ever, aren't we, Righty?"

"Yep, we sure are, Lefty. Now, how about you let me try something?"

"What do you got in mind?"

"How about..."

"Oh, I like it..."

"Please...don't...I can't go outside like...like this..."

"Not your choice, boner boi."

They smacked his bulge with their shoelaces, though thankfully only with the soft sides rather than the thick tips. Suddenly, the clothes were ripped off of him - leaving him in only his underwear - and they started reaching for more clothes.

Crisp was helpless in their grip, forced to stare down at his bouncing boner between his legs. His underwear was stretched to its limits, and he could already see the bubbles of pre coming out through the fabric. He groaned to himself, his cheeks burning almost as bright a red as his underwear as he imagined what they'd do to him next.

The next pair of pants slid on quick enough, though he imagined that they wouldn't stay a simple pair of jeans for long. He blushed as the shoes clicked themselves together impatiently, dragging another shirt over him and pulling it down to the waist of the jeans, even tucking it in.

"Say it again, Crisp. Say it!"

"Sneaker Sparkle Power...L-Lace Up!"

And again, the power tingled through the shoes, spreading over him. This time, however, it didn't do the same sort of transformation. Instead, everything started turning a dark color, some red stripes going through the shirt along the black that grew in around it, and his pants turned completely black...well, except at the crotch. He blushed as the suit actually seemed to get some target circles painted over his bulge.

"_Hehehe, perverted stealth suit."

"Good choice, Righty.

"Thank you, Lefty._ "

Stealth suit? This would get him seen anywhere. He blushed, straining against their grip as his boner got all the more obvious as the jeans became just about skintight around his cock, squeezing on his boner and making it all the more obvious. He tried to turn -

Squeeeak.

"Oh god...what...what..."

"A rubber stealth suit! Genius!"

He shuddered, trying not to think about how much worse that would be, how he'd be squeaking and scrunching as he walked around with the sneakers in this, how everyone would see him, how it hugged his cock so hard...

"Heh...and now to finish..."

"No...please...not...not in this..."

"Heh, you think you have a choice, you perverted little freak? We're the real heroes. You're just the body that gets us to where we need to go. And it's time you learned to love the role. Or do you want to go back to your teacher like this?"

Crisp rapidly shook his head. The last thing he wanted was more humiliation like that.

"Then say it."

"C...Cosmic...Climax - AHHHHH!"

He screamed as his pleasure came rushing in on him all at once, arching his back and grinding his boner against the inside of his suit again and again. Burst after burst of cum shot out of his cock, bubbling and sliming around inside of the rubbery stealth suit, swirling around his cock and balls. He collapsed, panting as he kept humping against the bed, his climax pulled on and on and on, egged on by the constant giggling from his sneakers.

"Heh...boner boi..."

The End