Jake stepped into his pants and tried to pull them up, but try as he might, he couldn't. It was like they were nailed to the ground. "grr..."
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, but when it touched his shoulders, a gust of wind seemed to come from the bikini top and it blew it out of his hands.
"Crap! What am I going to do?" He adjusted the thong a bit. He was amazed how it seemed to fit him perfectly. That man was right. It was a ONE SIZE FITS ALL. But was it his imagination, or had the thong gotten a little bigger to compensate for his bulge? He hoped he hadn't stretched it out, especially since he spent all that money on it for Breanne.
He sighed and looked in the mirror "Why did I have to try this stupid thing on? And for a turkey sandwich too, that was hella stupid."
"ok, calm down, I can just wait this out in my room. Pretend I'm sick or something. Yeah, that'll work." Jake picked up his clothes (now that he wasn't trying to put them on, they came off of the floor easily) and held them to his belly. The bikini seemed to repel them away, almost as though it didn't want anything to come near covering it up.
