Amalgamation

Conn looked down at the handful of clothing and realised it was made of the same glossy black rubber that the figure locked behind the urinal had been wearing. he dropped most of it and lifted up the shirt - as he did so it shook out and made a strange noise. The shirt released a powerful sweet smell that made Conns cock rise. He saw that the unrelieved black of the short was marred only by the word PIG over the left chest of the shirt. He buried his head in it and sniffed deeply, his cock twitching to full hardness as he inhaled. He rubbed the shirt all over his head. When he took his head out, Conn did not notice that his hair had changed - he now sported a mohawk like the figure behind the urinal.

Conn pulled on the shirt, loving the way the tight material outlined his muscles. He ran his hand over his pecs and stomach and then picked up a pair of rubber tights and pulled them on as well. They fitted him perfectly, his cock and balls the only part of his lower body not covered by the rubber. He now had a clear pearl of precum forming at the tip of his cock. He found a cock ring and ball stretched in the pile and secured them, making his cock stand out rockhard in front of him. He grinned and stroked his cock, before pulling on a pair of waders and strapping them in place against his treetrunk thighs.

Conn now looked at himself in the mirror and saw his new mohawk. He grinned and stroked his cock again, loving the way he now looked. His muscles now looked massive in the tight black rubber and he flexed and posed, making the rubber squeak and creak. Unnoticed, the urinal swung open revealing the still restrained person inside. His eyes lit up as he could see Conn was being clothed as he was and he now hoped for escape. He then wondered where the accumulated piss and urine had gone and he looked up to see that the counter had reset to zero. He groaned -- he now HAD to get out.

Conn was unaware as he picked up the final 3 items - a pair of fist mitts and a large dildo with a pig tail. He leant forward and found the ass zip and pulled it down. Leaning over the sink, he stuck his ass out and slowly worked the tail inside. With a grunt it slid into place. He picked up the fist mitts and wondered how he would get them on. Experimentally, he slid one over his left fist and felt pleasure as his fist slid inside and was rendered helpless. It had gone on easily and Conn reckoned he could slide the right one on as well. After all, he could easily remove them afterwards. He stabilised the right mitt with his now useless left hand and wriggled his right hand inside until with a wet slap it closed around his wrist. He held the fists up - somehow having his hands made helpless was even more arousing.

At this point he noticed that the urinal had swung open. He went across and crouched in front of the restrained male and grinned at him. "Look at me - just like you. Only bigger and hornier -- and I can take these mitts off and leave." He lifted up the mitts only to see that padlocked straps had appeared around his wrists and the mitts were now secure. He tried to pull them off, but they were held in place. "What the fuck?" The man in the alcove chuckled into the gag - surely this meant he was being released?

Conn stood up and tried to step away from the alcove. He found his feet rooted in place. Something made him crouch down to face the other man. He was now close enough to see his face above the gag and with a shock he realised the man looked just like him! "Who are you?" He leant forward with and touched the man with his mitted hand and as he did a shock went through him. His hand slid inside the man and moved down until it toughed the mans right mitt. As it touched, the two melded together. Conn found himself spun around facing away from the man and he was slowly pulled backwards. As more of him touched the other man, the two men melded together. The combined figure bulked up to reflect Conns massive muscle. The last element to meld was his head and Conn felt a thick gag sliding into his mouth as the heads merged. Conn/PC Connor looked out of his/their eyes as the urinal swung shut, securing the rubberised pig in place. The display at the top now read zero and he/they groaned as he/they realised that this was all part of the torment