Model Subject

Zach had been hoping to make some extra cash, luckily recommended an underwear company by a friend. He made the appointment, walking into the studio before being handed a pair of blue briefs. "Change into these" The agent said. "You sure? These don't look like Medium" Zach responded, the pair seeming a little large. "Doesn't matter" The agent said, taking him to the changing room and leaving him alone.

Zach rolled his eyes, feeling like this was going to be a dud. Feeling like it was already too late to turn back however, he started stripping. The moment he dropped his own shirt he felt something strange. It felt like he was discarding a part of himself. The same thing happened with his pants and underwear, leaving him feeling like a blank canvas with parts of him on the floor. He shook off the thoughts, pulling on the briefs.

They didn't fit right as he had expected. The fabric hung loosely around his ass, the waistband sitting low on his waist. He felt stupid, figuring this may as well have been some sort of scam. As he left the room a strange sensation came over him, distracting him from the underwear. The further away he was from the changing room and his clothes the more he didn't care, apathetic toward the situation. His thoughts had grown dull, not giving a care about the job, feeling more free with his skin exposed.

When he reached the cameras he was sure something was different. His stride felt more weighty, his sways wider. The previously loose briefs were riding into his crack, wrapping tightly against his ass with the elastic cinched around his beltline. The fabric felt amazing pressing against him like a second layer of skin, static where he felt the garment against his body. He almost felt like his thoughts were growing quieter, his head foggier as he walked as though it were being wiped clean.

He was told to stand facing the wall, the cameras focusing on his rear as he turned away. He got the chance to look down at his body, a body he didn't even seem to remember. His pecs were pronounced, his chest heavy hanging perched above a muscular stomach. Two thick arms framed his torso, his weight supported by thick round thighs. He didn't understand why he couldn't remember his body any differently...

He was distracted by a flash, his shadow appearing just for a moment against the wall. He blinked. Hadn't he just been thinking about something? He tried to think back but all he could remember was his shadow disappearing, almost like his thoughts had left with it too.

Flash. There his shadow was again. Hadn't he just been thinking about it?

Flash. Was he thinking before?

Flash.

He stared unmoving towards the wall, staying still for the camera not a thought in his mind. After all, models don't think.