Despite his impressive body, the fit young man still looked awkward as he stood in his boxer briefs in front of the mirrors that reflected him from all sides. Will didn't mind the view of his chiseled frame, especially the way the light grey fabric of his underwear accentuated his tight bottom and thick bulge, but he wasn't used to being prodded at while so exposed.
"It must be difficult to find pants that fit properly with legs like these," the old man said as he wrapped the measuring tape around Will's toned thighs.
"Uh, yeah," the younger man nodded, blushing slightly as the man's hand brushed against his bulge while he wrapped the tape just below his hips. "It can be hard to find ones that aren't too long. I usually have to get 'em hemmed." At just barely five foot seven, Will assumed the older man was talking about his inseam, though he had yet to measure the actual length of his legs. Instead he'd been measuring around his thighs and ass, an odd place to start, Will thought, but he told himself the man knew what he was doing.
"I can imagine," the man said absently, cocking his head as he examined his measuring tape, "but I was talking about your thighs. It's always a challenge for you thicker gentlemen, especially with, if you'll pardon my language, an ass like that."
Will gave a short, confused laugh. "What are you talking abbbaaaaaahhhhh!" The young man shrieked as he watched his legs suddenly expand. His defined calves remained the same, but his thighs ballooned outwards, rapidly filling the gap between them as they pressed against each other. There was a loud tearing sound as his ass followed suit, shredding what remained of the underwear when the solid little cheeks tripled in size, looking like supple melons hanging off his lower back. "What...how did that...did that really just..." he stammered, horrified by the sight of his now disproportionate, bottom-heavy frame.
"Now, now, don't worry," the tailor said calmly. "We can fit anyone here. Believe me...I've seen all shapes and sizes."
"Why...why can't I move..." Will wanted to run screaming from the room, but he found himself frozen in place as the man continued. "Hey!" he yelped when the man grabbed his exposed package and began measuring his dangling hose and plump balls.
"We get more accurate measurements when you stand still," the tailor said as he hefted Will's equipment. "I'm sure the size of this hasn't helped either, not that you don't mind," he winked.
Will let out a low groan as the tailor pulled the tape away and he felt his cock begin to twitch. Like his thighs, he watched his slightly-below average cock pulse and lengthen, growing longer and thicker until it looked like he had a fat banana being thrust forward by a pair of oranges. Given the recent growth of his thighs, the whole set was thrust forward even more prominently, looking obscenely large against his relatively short frame. "Please...however you're doing this...I'll pay you whatever you want..." Will begged, swallowing hard.
"This is what you already paid for!" the tailor laughed. "A one-of-a-kind experience and a look that absolutely no one else can give you. Don't be embarrassed about the nudity...it actually makes things easier, and I'm a professional, after all."
"But...but this isn't what I wanted at all!" Will cried. "I just wanted some clothes, not...this..."
"Anyone can make you a pair of pants," the tailor said with a dismissive roll of his eyes as he wrapped the tape around the young man's tight waist. "Only I can make you something truly bespoke."
Will felt a familiar tingle and watched his trim waist pinch inwards, looking almost impossibly small above his wide, round cheeks. There was no pain with any of the changes, just a slight vibration as his bones and muscles reshaped themselves like molding clay. He'd worn a size thirty one, but the way his shredded abs now tapered he knew that had gone down a few inches.
"A size twenty seven should be good," the tailor said, stepping back and nodding thoughtfully as he looked at Will's increasingly curvy frame. "Can't be too small if you're going to support an upper body that size."
"I don't want a big upper body! I was happy with my size already!" Will spat, struggling in vain against the invisible bonds as the man wrapped the tape around his upper arm. "Whaaaaa!" His eyes bugged out of his skull when his toned, well-muscled arms expanded like his thighs, growing thick with lean, defined muscle. The naked young man had already thought of his arms as large, but his former biceps were pale imitations of the girders he now sported.
"Nineteen inches will do. I imagine your range of motion is already limited enough with a chest like this one." The man slipped around behind, sending a shudder through Will as he brushed against his exposed, colossal rear. He wrapped the tape around the pecs that once looked so impressive but now seemed pitifully small between the hulking arms. "Fifty inches is certainly impressive for someone of your height."
"FUCK!" Will gasped as his sculpted pecs ballooned like his ass, expanding outwards and lifting off his torso like a meaty shelf. The growth spread up and out towards his shoulders, pushing them farther apart while they swallowed his neck almost entirely. The stunned brunette could only blink, his mouth hanging open, as he looked at a handsome face that now seemed to sit directly on his juicy new muscle tits. He could barely see over the cresting mounds, and he was especially mortified at the large, nubby stubs that had replaced his formerly tiny nipples.
"Perfect!" the tailor smiled, giving a little clap. "Just perfect."
"PERFECT?! I'M A GODDAMN FREAK!" Will roared, staring in disgust at his stocky new body. The excessive bulk only accentuated his naturally short stature, making him look round and curvy instead of toned and lean. He appeared nearly as wide as he was tall, with a profile that looked ridiculous as his chest shot outwards above his fat cock and heavy balls, while his mountainous ass served as a counterbalance for his overdeveloped top.
