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[b][u][center]Right Store, Wrong Product

For Kirbutashi

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Shopping for clothes was never the most fun, and it was worse when you were already in a hurry. Eyrick fit that description to a T, already running late with the various errands and chores that he needed to run for his roommate, and now he was trying to find some new work shirts for his new job without knowing his exact size, and without the time to really go and try a bunch of them on. It didn't help that the haggard blonde man was also building up quite a sweat, either, feeling it staining into the pits of his t-shirt, and he groaned as he pushed his hair back from his forehead for the fourth time in the last five minutes.

“Ugh...why can't they come up with a material that really [i]is[/i] one-size-fits-all?"

He didn't have an answer, and he kept running from hanger to hanger, trying to find one that actually had a shirt that looked like it'd fit him. Every time he thought he found one, it looked like the buttons were going to be too tight, or that there wasn't enough room for a tie, or -

Beep, beep.

Eyrick froze again, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the front door. The human waited, watching as either another human, or a dragon, or some other species walked through. Every time, he was petrified that it might be one of the lawyers from across the street, coming in to pick up a suit that they'd special ordered, and that they'd see him, their newest clerk, looking like a sweaty mess, unsuitable for their firm.

So far, he'd had the good luck not to see any such thing, but he was always afraid that his luck was about to run out.

[i]Come on, come on, there's gotta be something…[/i]

He kept pulling shirts off the hangers, sure that there was something. And hopefully something on sale, for that matter. His nervous sweat was getting worse, too, starting to run down his face, and he blushed as he realized that he was probably getting rather smelly, too.

[i]Just get this done, go home, take a shower, and -[/i]

“Pardon me, sir?"

He paused, turning around. An employee - one that had the fur of a fox and the tails of something greater - leaned over him. The narrow-muzzled man gestured down the aisle.

“If you are finding yourself at a loss, you might try our bargain barrel further down. There are cast-offs that are a bit more affordable, as long as you are able to sew the buttons and such back on."

“...I can do that," Eyrick said, nodding. “Thanks."

“Anytime, sir."

The kitsune nodded at him, but as Eyrick turned to leave, he couldn't help but think he saw a slight smile on that vulpine face. He shook his head, trying not to let it get to him as he hurried towards the barrel that the employee had mentioned.

Leaning over the wooden thing, he found that it was stocked to the brim with bargain clothes. He was able to find a good suit jacket with only a minor rip in the back for only $10, and that was a steal worth encouraging more exploration. He fumbled around inside, touching on other shirts, finding socks that were mostly still in good condition, and -

Bzzzzt!

“OW!"

Eyrick whipped his hand back out, a pair of red briefs following them. The pair landed on top of everything else, and he grimaced as he saw the thick, dark stain in the front. The fabric looked like it had been stretched out by the biggest stuffers that were on the market, like someone had been so lacking in confidence that they had shoved actual pipes down their pants to make themselves look bigger. Worse, they reeked, smelling so strongly of pre-cum and worse that he was tempted to throw the jacket back in.

[i]God...you'd think there'd be some quality assurance back here…[/i]

Shaking his head, he stepped back -

“NNNGH!"

Only to feel a sudden clench in his own briefs. Gasping to himself, Eyrick felt like someone had just shoved a heater down his pants, his underwear suddenly warming his cock and balls like they were under a heat-lamp. The sudden rivers of sweat that ran off them made his underwear feel that much tighter, and he almost stumbled as it felt like he had just been blasted for a wet t-shirt contest, except...down there, instead of up top.

[i]Mmm, now isn't this cozy…[/i]

A feminine voice? Yet...not a voice, he realized as he started to turn. He hadn't heard it in his ears. He heard it -

[i]Hehehe, not that much to work with, yet, but we can fix that…[/i]

“What the…"

The last word was cut off with a sudden hiss, a gasping groan as the heat turned up, and it felt like he was almost pissing sweat from the head of his cock. His jeans started to darken in the crotch, hints of the swampy stuff that was going on inside leaking through the denim to start showing off his goods.

[i]Shit, shit, shit…[/i]

Eyrick panted, grabbing the jacket tighter and running for the changing rooms. No matter how little time he had, he had time to see what the fuck was going on in his pants. The human grabbed for the first open door, shoved it the rest of the way ajar, and then leaped in, slamming it behind him.

As soon as the lock clicked shut, he unzipped his jeans and exposed himself to the mirror. His eyes just about jumped out of their sockets as he saw what was going on.

Like the dark stain in the front of his jeans, a bright red color was spreading along his formerly white briefs. Worse, they were clinging to him, tight, almost like they had become skintight latex. They were pressing in at him from all sides, and he could almost see the little droplets of sweat on his cock and balls as they turned the insides of his briefs swampy as could be.

The heat grew, and he watched as his cock swelled. Not growing, not getting hard, but [i]swelling,[/i] getting bigger as he watched it. It grew longer, curling further over a sac that was growing with the shaft, getting big and full, impossibly large, to the point where -

“Ah...nnngh!"

He covered his nose as the leg holes of his underwear started to expand, his growing junk opening little gaps between the fabric and his flesh. He could see the start of fumes rising out from down there, little green lines of musk rising from between his legs, the scent so strong that it felt like he'd been shoved into the jockstrap pile in a locker room. He could smell balls, cock, sweat, pre-cum, and the heady musk was only getting stronger.

Eyrick desperately pulled his pants back up, but no sooner had he pulled the button together than his cock swelled again, the reddening fabric pressing forward, the head of his bulge starting to grind between the teeth of the zipper.

[i]Oh, come now...you can't be seriously trying to hide this...There's no way that anyone can miss it, now…[/i]

“What the fuck...What the hell…"

[i]Just consider you and me new best friends...best friends…[/i]

CLENCH! His underwear suddenly tightened, almost like a dominant hand, squeezing him from balls to cock. He gasped, feeling almost like the heat was condensing around his shaft, making it impossible for him to miss how swampy it felt down there.

It even grew again, swelling up until his balls were on the verge of ripping through the denim pants, until the fat, soft bulge of his cock was pushing through the gap between the teeth of the zipper. Even now, it wasn't impossible that a human might have had a cock like this, though they would have been in the top ten human dicks for size in history. It was just huge, full, and still sagging from its own soft weight.

And worse, it was [i]wet.[/i] He could feel the slime of his sweat and pre in the underwear, feel it rolling along his cock, dripping along his balls and down his taint. It was constantly getting warmer down there, and somehow, the heat was making him drip pre-cum as much as it was sweat.

If he had been self-conscious about his smell before, now he was downright worried. He smelled like some pervert, a deviant little whore that was soaked in the smell of sex. His briefs were getting tighter and tighter as they got wetter, not becoming see-through, but showing him off more than they should have. Droplets of goo slipped between the little pores of the fabric, almost like it was trying to ooze out and corrupt things.

“Mmmph...come on...this isn't fair…"

[i]Oh, dear, did you think that I was concerned about being fair? My little human, you're going to learn a lot from me. Call me teacher - no, wait, call me MISTRESS. Oh, yes, call me that…[/i]

She was sultry, but that didn't make it any less creepy as he felt 'her' grip on his cock get loose, only for that grip to move to his hands, instead. His eyes went wide as he watched his own arm reaching for the changing room door, and he shook his head rapidly.

“Oh god, no, please. No. If someone sees -"

[i]You mean, if someone can properly admire me?[/i]

“Someone's gonna see! If they see me, I'll get fired!"

[i]Which will give you all the more time to worship me. I feel that's a worthy trade-off.[/i]

“But -"

[i]Come now. Let's show off the perfection that is this wonderful cock - that I am responsible for, mind you - and this lovely, hefty sac…[/i]

His fingers were on the latch, and he realized that his other hand had gone to his jeans, already starting to pull at them, dragging them along his hips down to his knees, leaving him naked from the waist down save for those cursed red briefs.

The smell had already drawn a crowd outside. He could hear them, muttering something about how someone must have been having sex in the stall. Oh god, if they only knew.

[i]Let's meet our audience, shall we?[/i] she said, and his hand flicked the latch, and pushed the door open…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: When Eyrick goes shopping for clothes, he just wants to pick up a few new shirts for work. Unfortunately, he ends up picking up something that might just get him fired from this job...

Tags: M/solo, M/other, possessed, possessed clothing, briefs, underwear, soaked, pre-cum, growth, cock growth, sweat, musk, humiliation, embarrassment, human, exhibitionism, forced exhibitionism, sweat, pre-cum, stain, curse,