Down The Hatch

Sam quickly popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed. Just a few moments later, a tall, middle-age man in with long, slender limbs appeared behind the counter. His pink polo shirt and the white counter made his dark eyes and black ponytail more piercing.

"Well hello Ms. Tittle," the man said, looking Cassie up and down hungrily, "and what kind of outfit are you looking for today?" He smirked, clearly thinking about some fantasy outfit for the buxom counselor.

"Heyyyy Gary!" Cassie said, pressing her ample chest into the man's chest as they hug. "Actually I'm escorting one of our newest campers!" She turned to Sam and gave him a quick wink. "Sam Archer; meet Gary the Taylor." Sam gave a sheepish wave. "Gary, this is Sam. He needs to get molded for his camp uniform!"

"Sounds good, Cassie," Gary said. He quickly looked Sam up and down, then crossed his arms. "I can see that you've already performed the physical exam..." He leaned in and whispered, "Is he going to be able to get it up? Y'know, not that we couldn't find a way to pass the time..." Gary wrapped his long arm around Cassie and cradled one of her round ass cheeks.

Cassie gave him an 'oh please' look. "I think I can think of something that will give him a second wind." She turned and blew a kiss to Sam. "Not that I'd mind playing with your python..." Cassie craned her head over the counter to sneak a peek at Gary's junk. Even with his fingers around it, she could clearly see long line bulging from his crotch to his knee. Already extremely horny, she pressed her legs together in response to the sight. "But I told Mr. Vandersloot I'd get him to his bunk. Plus," she turned and nibbled his ear. "fresh meat."

"Suit yourself," Gary shrugged it off and pressed a button under the counter, which lowered part of it to create a small entrance. He started walking back into the "dry cleaner" space and motioned for his guests to follow.

"Camp Everwood uniforms are the only acceptable apparel for camper to wear while in treatment. Until you leave this facility, you will wear the clothes that we provide for you..."

"Gary," Cassie cut in, "I sort of already explained how the clothes work more or less. And he knows that he has to be molded for them to work."

"Oh great," Gary said. "That will save us a lot of time. The molding process is pretty simple. We completely submerge you in a pool of this special gel." The trio stopped in front of what looked like a hot tub, except that the liquid in it was dark green. "Once it bonds to you, I'll able to record data about that predicts how our proprietary microfiber will react to your body's movement. With this information we can rapidly fabricate garments that look skintight when you're still, but allow complete freedom of motion when you move."

"Ok," Sam said. He didn't understand a word of it, but he didn't really care. Whatever was in that pill he took was starting work. He wasn't getting hard, really, but he was incredibly horny and his balls felt like they were spinning in his sack.

"Great," Gary said. "Since you're already naked, just step into the pool and dunk your head in for a few seconds so you're completely covered in the gel." Gary walked over to a computer console about 20 feet from the pool.

Eager to take advantage of her recently dosed camper, Cassie started walking toward the pool and lifted her tank-top over her head, but stopped short of pulling it off when a loud three-ring chime drew their attention: "Cassie Tittle: Please report in with deputy director Whitewater. Cassie Tittle: Please report in." Gary and Cassie looked each other, puzzled, then Cassie turned to Sam, "I guess I'll have to take a rain check, big boy." She dropped her shirt, and walked back to the storefront, swishing her hips as she left.

Sam hopped into the pool. It was deeper than expected, about chest-high. He expected the gel to basically feel slightly thicker than water, but it was actually more like Jello. He dunked his head, as requested, and awaited instructions. He felt the warm substance search out and cling to every inch of him. The gel kind of felt like people were hugging every part of his body individually. He could feel his cock reacting to the warm swaddling of the gel.

Gary asked Sam to get out and do a series of tasks. "Walk in a circle around the pool. ... Bend down and touch your toes. ... Do a couple of jumping jacks. ... Lie down. ... Stand up. ... Run this way! ... Shuffle that way!" Every time he moved, Sam assumed some of the green goop would fly off of his body. Every time he was surprised when it stayed put. It looked like he was wearing a green scuba suit made of mint jelly, he thought.

"Ok," Gary said, "Go back and wait in the pool until someone comes to pick you up and escort you to decontamination. I'm going to go upload the data and make your uniform."

"Thanks, Gary," Sam said.

"No problemo, kid," Gary replied, already walking away to his lab.