"Hey, kid. Want a free watch?"

Gavin knew better than to talk to strangers-- in fact, it was his first lesson when his parents started letting him go out to the mall on his own, yet...no 12-year-old could resist the allure of free stuff, even if it was from a stranger. The beige and cream coloured fox/chipmunk hybrid turned on a heel, his green eyes wide behind his glasses, and looked directly up at the man talking to him-- a sleazy-looking dragon, sickly and thin, with no wings and a long tail that curled around one leg, to keep it off the floor. A trench coat covered the entirety of his body, leaving only his head, hands and feet exposed, each a rich purple in colour. The man's blue eyes twinkled and irrevocably drew Gavin in, but he didn't know how, or why.

"R...Really, mister?" The hybrid asked, gawking up at the man, and the dragon reached out, chuckling as he toyed with the handmade crown made of flowers atop the boy's head. It seemed to be a staple of Gavin's outfit, that he regularly replaced-- though the dragon wasn't to know that. He just found it amusing.

"Of course." He reached into his trench coat and, after a moment or two, revealed a sleek black and white watch that seemed to be about the right size for a kid's wrist. He crouched down to Gavin's height and hand it out, turning it over in his hands and revealing just about every inch of it-- the clock face itself was cartoony and fun, depicting some kind of sunflower with two big pointing leaf hands, but the straps themselves were professional and muted. Gavin, however, fell in love with it instantly-- it fit his vibe. When the dragon places it in his hands, it felt weighty, but it was clearly made of plastic. With the aid of the 'generous' dragon, the watch was fixed to his wrist and Gavin turned his arm over, back and forth, admiring it.

"Thanks, mister!" The chubby boy beamed, grinning up at the man, before he turned and strode across the mall's main lobby, as the dragon watched him leave. The man had no intention of following him, nor did he need to continue their conversation; the pieces were in place...all he had to do now was wait.

Unbeknownst to Gavin, the watch had a neat little trick that, unfortunately, the hybrid would only realise at the right time-- specifically, half an hour from that point. It was the middle of the afternoon, roughly 2:30pm, and though Gavin was walking around the mall with purpose, he had no intention of buying anything or browsing; he just wanted to get out of the house. He'd go home before it got too late, of course, but that wasn't for a little while yet. Because it was warm, Gavin was only really wearing a shirt and shorts, with a pair of shoes; the shirt was large enough to cover his chubby frame and the shorts ended just a little past the knees. For all intents and purposes, the only thing out of place with his outfit was his crown, but everyone was too busy with their lives to pay attention to him, and there were no kids his age nearby to poke fun.

Time passed by quickly for Gavin, but slowly for the dragon, who was stalking and watching the boy from afar as he regularly checked his own watch. 2:40pm...2:50pm...soon, the dragon would get what he wanted. When the clock finally struck 3, the dragon's plan was unveiled.

At first, Gavin didn't even notice the tingle that spread through his body and out to his limbs-- to him, it just felt like he was a little chilly. Only after a moment or two did it dawn on him how silly that was; why did he feel cold, on a day so warm? It was then that he noticed the arms of his shirt was missing, and when he looked down he realised it was more than the arms: the entire shirt was missing...and his shorts...and his underwear. Even his shoes were gone. He was, to put it bluntly, stark naked. In public. Surrounded by people.

A squeak escaped his lips before he could stop and he snapped a hand up to cover his mouth on instinct, whilst his other hand played the role of covering the most important part of his chubby form: his crotch. Of course people were going to turn their heads to the source of the noise, and immediately Gavin felt eyes burning into him, murmuring with confusion at his nakedness. Some stifled a laugh and turned, some covered their eyes, some stared with a mixture of disgust and shame, others with a lecherous leer...no matter their reaction, it was the fact that people had seen him that embarrassed Gavin so: it was like a scene out of his nightmares and occasional wet dreams, where he'd suddenly be naked at school. Everyone could see his chubby body, his cream front and the dark brown markings that covered his arms, sides and legs, each unique and strangely tribal. He whirled his head around in an effort to find some place to hide, and some distance away the dragon watched, one hand delved into his trench coat, out of sight.

Gavin turned and ran, padding barefoot across the mall's sleek marble flooring towards one of the toilets on the far side of the mall. It was shameful and embarrassing to have to run past so many people, to have them see his jiggling body, his out of breath panting, to see him so desperately clutching his crotch, but he didn't have a choice. He squeezed his loins to tightly that his lumbering movements through the mall stirred his loins, though he couldn't fathom why. 

He eventually managed to reach the men's restroom and barrelled his way inside. It was quiet and empty, which was perfect; he briskly strode across the tiles, briefly glancing at himself in the mirror and breathing a sigh of relief when he saw his flower crown was still intact, before he stepped into one of the cubicles and closed the stall door. He tried to lock it, but it seemed like it was broken-- it didn't matter; if it was shut, no-one would come in. He dropped the seat of the toilet and then sat down, rolling his head back and loosening his hand from his crotch. His young 12-year-old dick surged to half-mast once it was free and he grumbled, trying his best to ignore.

At that moment, he reviewed his situation: his clothes were gone, but his crown was still there. His 12-year-old mind couldn't comprehend exactly how his clothes were gone without him noticing. There was no lapse in his memory, nothing was different about what he was doing. All he could remember was the tingle...and the watch. Instinctively, he snapped his arm up and, sure enough, the way was strapped to his wrist, ticking away. It was 5 minutes past 3 now...the hands were moving as normal. Yet...he was sure that the sunflower that served as the clock's face was smiling before...so why was it winking now?

Suddenly, the cubicle door creaked open, and Gavin instinctively clasped his crotch, scooting back on his seat and raising his head to see a familiar face. In the doorway, blocking out the light above, was the purple dragon from before. He stood watching Gavin for a moment, his eyes running up and down his naked form, before he parted his trench coat to reveal, very clearly, now naked he was beneath. Gavin didn't mean to stare, but his body was strangely thin, perhaps even cold, and his cock was...well, huge, and clearly erect.

With a lick of his lips and a dark chuckle, the dragon stepped into the cubicle and closed the door behind him. For the next few minutes, anyone who tried to get into the men's bathroom would find the door strangely locked...and no-one would be able to hear the whimpers from within.