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My girlfriend, Heather, and I liked roleplaying, especially during sex. So you know what she did? She went online to find how to expand our roles. She thought that it would be fun if I played an obscure character. She chose one, Chitose from My Hero. I didn't really like the thought of being a woman but she said it would be fine.
Eventually the suit came and I put it on, sounding just like her... but something else happened. I heard a whisper in my head. I thought it was my imagination. We eventually got down to business and I felt weird during it... my mind was telling me to ask some questions. So I did... Heather thought I was going into too much detail. It was weird... I said I understood but eventually I kept going and we had to call it quits early. I wanted to get out of the suit but when my girlfriend tried to get me out it hurt. I didn't care though as I wanted out but... she really didn't want to see me like this.
The bad part was that there was a time limit on the suit as well. Well figuratively. You can't be out in extreme conditions with it on as it would tighten or get stuck. That was also a bad thing as the rainy season had started. It was coming down pretty bad. I brushed off my own well being again, but luckily my better half called me off from work for a day or two.
I was alone for most of the day. Just... alone. But the whisper came back. It was chastising me for being so lazy. Saying I should go out and get some interviews. What interviews? It wanted me to work... and I didn't disagree. Two days turned into four and eventually I was going crazy stuck in a small apartment with the rain coming down and only video games to keep me busy. I had developed a new habit thought. I clicked pens. Oddly... I cluld never find the pens after only a few hours. I would always find ash or a bit of smoke. Things were starting to get scary. I wanted to tell my girlfriend but nothing... I just always had a nagging little voice in my head telling me it didn't matter.
Another day went by and I couldn't take it anymore. I put on the clothes the suit came with, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out of the apartment. I got to my car and drove allthe way to my office where I was stopped by the front desk woman. She asked for a name. For some reason my head was telling me in hushed little whispers "Chitose~" "Chitose~" but.. that was not my name! I said my name and showed my badge. She looked at me weirdly. Grace, the receptionist I was pretty close with... didn't believe me. She didn't believe me one bit. I got a bit flustered and decided to prove it to her. She seemed almost scared. I mean a blue skinned woman with dark eyes glaring at you... had to be scary for anyone. So in a polite tone I sinply said. "Just speak into the recorder and we'll get all your answers right, Okay Grace?"
I would have never spoken like that before... but something told me that was right. There was a look of fear in her eye and I smelt a little smoke. I had one of the company pens in my hand before. Helped calm me. Where did it go? She promptly called security and I was escorted out by John. I tried to reason with him as well but he just called me a freak and threw me out... into the rain.
I quickly panicked and reached for my umbrella, but as habit I had put it inside ans John was firm in not letting me go inside to grab it. He even snatched the ID off my neck. People were staring at me as I freaked out, the puddle around me feeling dangerous. I ran to my car, eyes all around me. They were all staring. They all knew the pain of someone with a quirk... but...wait what? No that wasn't true... I drove off quickly, getting back to the apartment to see my girlfriend there waiting for me. She looked pissed and I looked broken and scared. "Come on." She pulled me inside our apartment and started to dry me off.
We had a long talk about this. About how we should try rhe suit again. Maybe water would make it easier to come off. I blatantly told her it wouldn't. She got to the zipper and it got stuck as it came down. Halfway down my back... it was like the parts for it were sealing! Quickly she went to look up how to solve this. She was so nice... I wanted to know even more about her.my curiosities were getting the better of me. I grabbed a pen out of the drawer and started to click it. It felt right... until my thumb hit my hand. Where was the pen? My pen was gone? My girlfriend came running to me panicked. I looked surprised. "Wh-What?"
She looked at me horrified. "What the hell was that?!" She shouted.
"What? What was what? I was just sitting here!" I looked at her defensively.
"The big crash! What was that sound?!"
I got a bit angry and my eyes turned to a cold glare. "Babe. There was no crash. I have no clue what the hell you're talking about." A voice chirped in my head. Curiosity. "But... why don't you tell me?" I put down what I thought was a recorder. Where did I get one of tbose. She looked at me like I was insane. Some ash came out of my blue hands. She was even more scared.
"Babe I... I need a bit." She started to walk away and I felt awful. How could I recover from this? What was happening to me? This was... this could be cleared up. This always could. I could just publish my side of the story. Just tell them the fact and they would see... or... I could embelish a bit. Have a clear victim. Show what people with quirks were really facing. Wait... that word... qurik... what the hell was that word? Why did my mind just keep filtering it in? What was I telling myself? I didn't follow my girlfriend. I could hear her talking on the phone in our room. I just sat and watched TV for the rest of the night... I felt bad. I slept there on the couch in these clothes.
The next morning I woke up early, Heather was going to work. I wished her a good day but she didn't really want to speak with me after last night. Another person treating me like scum. But no... no that wasn't quite right... but it would get readers on my side... "What readers?" I said aloud, now just starting to talk with the voice in my head.
Why the ones who read all your posts. That's a start for a fledgling journalist.
"But I'm not a journalist.."
But aren't you Chitose? Are you not Chitose Kizuki?
"No....that's...that's the name of the suit."
Yes it is your name.
This was getting bad. I was starting to realize how bad it was. I needed to take it off. I ran to the bathroom, the voice in my head asking me so many questions. They bombarded me with them. I grabbed the zipper. I started to pull, groaning turned into me trying to cover yelling... it felt like someone was pulling off my skin. That was until I heard it. A crackle then a bang. Not a loud bang but... something heppened. Something made my hand and back warm. Then I felr a trickle... my back was bleeding. I looked in the mirror. The zipper was gone. Dust. There was ash and smoke from where it was. I gasped and tried to hold it all back. I grabbed a towel and ice and held it against my back.
I got my phone and texted Heather.
"Help." "Heather I need help." "Heather please. Something is wrong with me."
I felt the voice again. Asking me how it felt. It was asking me how this entire thing felt. I was now on the floor of the bathroom, interviewing myself. From one question to another.
How did it feel? the curious voice would ask.
I tried to not respond but they demanded I say it out loud. Loud enough for the phone to hear. "It... it hurt... I...I'm not normal. I'm not okay. This isn't normal." I was struggling but the questions kept coming.
How are you not normal? You seem quite upstanding to me.
"No...stop talking. Stop..."
It went on for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only three. Heather had a job that was not too far. She was ignoring me blatantly at first. Angry about last night. She felt like I was gaslighting her, scaring her. I was destroying myself. I was like a ticking time bomb right now.
Eventually she came home though. She found me in the bathroom, conducting a very pained interview with myself somewhat lucid. One eye darted to her as she came in, the other following. "Oh god..."
She got me up, seeing some bleeding on my back. The thing was small. By this point Heather pieced a few things together. While at work she had done some research, it was on her mind. How could it not have been.
There were some things she suspected. One. There was some sort of character put into the suit. Two... I somehow had Chitose's power but without knowing I would use it without meaning to. Three, I was struggling with both sides. On one side I was Chitose Kizuki, world famous journalist and reporter. Ally to the meta liberation front. On the other I was myself, trying to wrestle control away from the other but slipping through. Life would be hard... but she was calming me. Since the zipper was no issue right now we could get a light rinse.
I stripped and got in the shower as did Heather. She helped me wash as I was struggling... it was kind and I asked a few questions. But... she pretended not to answer. I could feel it pissing me off.
We eventually got out. My back cleaned and her bandaging it. This was not good for my status, bleeding through the suit could do some serious damage. All the while we did this she told me about support groups. If she were to stay I would need to join one.
I wanted her to stay, although Chitose could care less. We were going to look into them. They each had a decent sized group as this kind of skinsuit morphing was becomming more prevalent. Heather got me signed up for one. I would be starting in the next week. All the while she called a co-worker of mine. A friend. He came over and was... well... shocked and horrified to see the woman who apparently blew up Grace's mug in front of them.
It was hard to convince them to stay but slowly we got him in. It was important to both have this explained to my boss and to have outside relations. Feeling secluded would just make this worse. Alan, my friend, agreed to tell my boss but never said itbwould go well. Although... my other half tried to turn it into an interview. They ignored it again... I felt the anger.
By the next week I was in a support group, I had been getting information out of each of the others who were like me. It felt invigorating, although some didn't answer. That pissed me off. We went through strategies to help and while I had some, I could tell the instructors and other patients were a bit wary of me. My suit was that of a villain. And it didn't take long for me to show that either. It was a bad day for me. Got in a fight with my friend over my increasingly personal questions.
The voice told me to use my quirk. I didn't. I held off. Then one of the others had mocked me. My curiosity was being mocked. Ao i started to interview him. Others saw this as a hostile interrogation. Now these meetings could get a bit... hostile. They could get a bit bad. But I took it to another level. I finally snapped and used it. I used my power. I detonated a button on their suit. They flew back. I stood there stunned. One half of me was happy to weaken the idiot. The other was mortified.
I was retrained even if I did tell my side of the story. The guy was hospitalized and I was taken to court. The jury deemed me unfit to stand trial... it became controversial. It became a news frenzy. I got to be in the news. It made me feel good. I got to tell my side of the story. People were starting to believe me.
However... the jury did find me fit to go to a facility to be housed. There were people who were like me there. But I wasn't like them. The voice kept telling me I was just in what I was doing. I was right. I was seen as a dangerous woman. Heather still visited because she understood. We still got along but it was strained... I did have an idea.
I was a journalist right? Why not write a book about this. Why not interview both inmates here and people victim to suits like mine. Sure people looked at me like a monster and a freak... but I could spin any tale to be in my favor... I just needed a bit of time.
So, this is a story I wrote today but was hesitant to actually like... post it. I did on reddit but that was because it was supposed to be an RP Prompt originally. Now it's just some long ass story. Hopefully someone likes it cause most people I have seen didn't. Sorry about that if you thought it was bad...
Part 2 of "Releasing the Cold One" Happy belated Halloween!
Chris threw in the last towel for his burgeoning line of men's underwear after learning his boyfriend Brad sourced the prototypes by purchasing them directly from SKIMS.
Finally connecting why they took a sheet to the beach that one day, Brad found it difficult to pay attention to a lecture on copyright infringement from someone involved in such an oversight debacle. It was also hard not to wonder what the grey skintight suit might look like wet.
Brad was far from alone. Everyone in the closest row of cabana's would hold their breath every time Brad took a small step backwards toward the pool in his highly animated and passionate speech oddly championing someone with billions, a team of lawyers, and the law already in their favor.
She was also a lawyer herself... or at minimum on her way. It was difficult to keep up with bar exam news between Klhoe's lackluster clap back's and finding yourself justifying why not a single man has managed to remain on the show despite secretly feeling not so hot about that. It was a lot with nowhere to go, especially considering the level of sophistication fronted.
Brimming with frustration at his boyfriend's antics, Chris snapped and rushed Brad midsentence to land them both squarely in the pool. Everyone on deck was already on the edge of their seat as they surfaced.
Well… Let's just say Kim K deserves every single dollar she has as the pool deck literally broke out in applause at the sheer glean and mind-blowing accentuation of Brad's perfect nipples. It was breathtaking. It was the only time the two of them wished California was more humid and colder.
Despite the gray suit's flawlessness, Brad and Chris still managed to one up the design. The incident inspired them to launch a new brand of swimwear composed completely of dissolvable materials called ‘Sorry But Not Sorry SKIMMY.’ The initial investor would convince Brad and Chris to shorten the name to ‘But SKIMMY’ to transform it into the ultimate macho answer to the curvaceous clothing line.
Ironically, Brad and Chris’ venture would fail because no one could materialize a profitable dissolvable.
Alex.
By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.
It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.
As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.
Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.
From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.
But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.
And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.
Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.
It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.
As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.
From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.
With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.
As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.
At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.
With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.
As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.
With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.
Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.
Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.
From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.
Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.
More to come…
Trick or Treat?
Ding dong! I opened the door to a group of grinning kids holding their buckets out. "Trick or treat?!" I yelled. "Treat!" the kids responded with a smile. They were cute, and I looked at someone cuter; the man behind them. We exchanged a quick smile as I cheerily dropped candy into the kids' baskets. However, I couldn't get my eyes off of the father. I'm an old man now, but I've had a crush on this young father for months since he moved here, and I've been getting closer to him in the past two weeks. I befriended him, and found out his name is Richard. We're on good terms, and he let me call him Rich. I figured what I was about to do would be impossible with his schedule, but with Halloween today, I had a plan. With the kids all satisfied, I offered another candy to the father. He looked a little confused, but warmed by my offer. "Thank you so much, but I'm really alright. How 'bout another piece for one of the kids?" he said with a smile. "Ah, I'm so sorry, it's got alcohol in it. But really, no need to be shy, I insist! The candy is homemade." I sensed that Rich didn't want to come of as rude, so with a sigh and a deep chuckle, he took the candy and ate it. Almost immediately, he made an expression of pain. "I'm so sorry...can I use the bathroom...?" he asked. Feigning concern, I nodded and reassured the kids, telling them to stay right where they were. When I entered the bathroom, Rich was puking in the toilet. I closed the door and locked it, hoping the kids wouldn't hear too much about what was about to happen to their father. He looked up at me and asked. "What did you put in that...?" I couldn't resist enjoying this moment. "A trick for you. A slow-moving chemical that's going through your body and destroying everything but this skin of yours. This skin that I'm going to wear...a treat for me." With that said, I grabbed Rich and pulled him over to the bathtub by grabbing the skin on the back of his neck. He yelped as he felt the his body emptying out and tried to fight back, but was too weak. I stepped on his back with his head over the bathtub and watched as a curious, black liquid spilled out as he tried to cry out against the torrent of sludge flowing through his mouth. He moved less and less and his empty skin slid alongside the bathtub, his fingers curling on the ground and his feet folding. I pulled off his baseball cap and grabbed him by the hair, looking at his empty face. The mouth and eye sockets sagged downwards as the skin hung loosely to the lump of hair I was holding. I knew I had to get moving; the kids were still waiting. I straightened him out and started to push my feet through his mouth. I stretched his throat widely and slipped each toe into his with care. I grabbed his lips at my ankles and yanked the skin upwards as his hairy legs slid across mine and covered me. I pulled at Rich's lips and slipped my dick into his. I felt the interior of his dick skin slide across mine and cummed inside the sleeve that was his skin like a sheath, and watched as it slowly seeped out of Rich's pisshole. I kept pulling it upwards, pinching his nipples and tugging them over mine before slipping my arms into the suit, reminiscent of Rich. With his empty face at my neck, I hooked his bearded chin under mine as his mouth stretched over my scalp and I wore his face like a hoodie. I pushed Rich's emotionless face over my own until each hole aligned with the correct facial feature and slipped the cap he was wearing on. Satisfied, I took a picture in the mirror.
I put Rich's phone down, or rather my phone now, and rubbed the skin I had stolen, pinching it at certain parts where it felt like there was a snag until I was satisfied with the bodysuit. From those weeks of hanging out with Rich, I had learned to perfect his voice and figured out his schedule. Not even my wife would stand a chance. I mimicked Rich's earlier chuckle as I put all of my clothes back on. I looked at what used to be Rich in the bathtub, and figured out I had to clean it up later; my kids were waiting! When I left out the door, my son asked me, "Daddy, where did the old man go? Are you ok?”
I told him, "Don't know, it doesn't matter. And I've never felt better, now let's get more treats bud!" with a devious smirk on my face.
After The Halloween Party
I’ve always wanted to go to a Halloween party. The ones where everyone’s in some low quality costume, skin showing, loud music. Watching everyone get wasted and shit. But I’ve never been invited to one. It was hard to connect with these other people in uni. I didn’t feel the same as them. Maybe I had a bit of an old soul, or maybe I just hadn’t hit my peak yet. But I didn’t really feel like I fit in.
You know who did, though? My roommate, Maverick.
He had always been the popular guy. The amount of times he’s hosted a loud ass party while I’m trying to have a chill weekend...He hasn’t been mean to me or anything, but even then, it’s bothersome. The stench of weed and drunk girls is always awful.
This is my last year at uni, and I was determined to go to a Halloween party. A friend of mine sold some...suspicious objects. When I told him about my struggles, I remember him offering me what he called a “magic zipper”. He told me you could slap it onto someone’s back, and zip them down, and it’d empty them out into a suit. Like a wearable costume. “It’s in the spirit of Halloween, isn’t it?”
Despite the Halloween spirit, the idea of turning my roommate into a bodysuit sounded evil. “Don’t worry, when you’re done with him, just take the suit off and peel the zipper off. Just don’t peel the zipper off while you’re wearing it...no way out then.” I thought it was a load of shit until he showed me his creepy collection of suits...including one of my professors, who had been “away on family business” for the past week. I knew he had to be telling the truth.
And so, I waited for my roommate to come out of his room. I knew he was going to a party tonight. The door opened and my shirtless roommate walked out, giving me a glance and a smile.
“Hey fam, gonna head to the party soon. Just gotta change.” I gave him an assertive nod and looked away, hearing him enter his bathroom while holding some clothes. I pulled the zipper out of my pocket, and gave a exasperated sigh. I was going to do it.
Knock knock
“Hey fam, wh-!” I quickly tackled him into the wall and knocked the air out of him. Taking advantage of him being stunned, I forcefully spun him around and slapped the zipper onto his back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I started to pull at the zipper, opening him up from starting from the bottom. As I unzipped him, he visibly deflated and I could see him struggling to stay on his feet. “What? I-I can’t feel my legs? WHY CAN’T I FEEL MY LEGS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?” I gave him a devilish grin. “Relax, it’s just for a night.” Maverick started to slouch as he tried to grip the wall for support as he legs crumpled, as if a pair of pants. He started to panic as he realized there was nothing left but his skin, watching as arms flopped and his fingers flailed emptily. I finally unzipped him up to his neck, and he collapsed over himself. There was nothing left of him but a skinsuit to wear.
I lifted the suit up as his shorts and boxers slipped off effortlessly, revealing a lengthy package. No wonder he got so many girls. Maverick’s poor face sagged as the skinsuit hung around in the air, nothing inside. I carefully laid his skin on the floor, back facing upwards, and started to stick my legs into his, making sure to fit perfectly into the suit. Maverick worked out and had muscles, but he stayed lean, making the bodysuit a tight fit. My legs in, I pushed my ass into place, and used my own hands to slot my dick into his cock sheath. I watched it balloon back to a girthy figure, likely how Maverick’s dick would be if he was hard. His skin flopping over me halfway, I pulled it up and slipped my arms in, grabbing the back to tighten Maverick’s skin like a corset as his abs regained their structure. Finally, I grabbed the head of the bodysuit, hanging over my impressive chest, I slipped my own head face-first into it. Stretching and pulling at the skin, I looked in the mirror and saw Maverick. No one but Maverick. I grabbed his phone, or rather, MY phone and made a funny face before snapping a selfie.
“Fuck, the party’s in 30. Better get dressed.” I took the boxers and the shorts Maverick was wearing and tossed them back into his room, then looked at the costume he had brought into the bathroom. Some cheesy, stereotypically revealing Halloween costume. Y’know what? Fuck it. When you look this good, you don’t need to follow the rules. I was just gonna go as “myself”, Maverick O’Hare. Looking like this, girls will still wanna fuck me.
I put on a dapper looking button-up shirt and slacks, and looked at myself in the mirror.
“Definitely gonna get fucked looking like this. Thanks for the costume, Maverick.”
30 minutes later, walking to my frat bro’s house, and I hear blaringly loud music and people screaming. I knew I was at the right place. I rung the doorbell, and he greeted me in a low-effort Batman costume with his abs all out. “Maverick, what’s up, bro! What, uh...what’re you dressed as?” I gave him a mischievous smile, and simply said, “Maverick, that’s it. Listen fam, I’m just here to get laid. Don’t tell the girls.” He gave a cocky chuckle as he let me in. God, even though I was wearing Maverick, I was still...me. This kind of shit wasn’t my thing, but...at least I got to experience it. And I’d definitely be able to get laid tonight. So I stood by the drinks, downing cup, after cup, after cup. A girl in a skimpy cat costume, clearly drunk, stumbles up to me. “Hey Maverick...I’ve seen how you look at me. Why don’t we take this upstairs?” She giggles flirtatiously and grabs my collar, pulling me upstairs. We lock the door behind us and she pushes me onto the bed. It’s all blurry...I’ve had so much to drink. But I can still feel all the sensations. I can feel a tongue in my mouth as hands on my chest pull apart my shirt. I can hear a faint, “What the hell is this, Maverick?” A ripping sensation on my back along with a playful laugh...For the moment, the only thing I want is this woman’s body...
~
The sun shined directly into my eyes as I woke up. “Oh fuck...I didn’t mean to stay the night. I looked at the naked girl next to me, covering her up with the blanket as I stood up and pulled some pants on.
“Wild night...I got the experience I wanted.” I walked into the bathroom and locked the door, speaking quietly so the girl wouldn’t be able to hear me. “You know Maverick, this body was nice and the night was fun, but...I miss my old life. This just isn’t for me. I can’t wait to take you off...” I reached behind me to feel for the zipper, but there was nothing. Wait...no. NO...THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. I had too much to drink...I didn’t notice...it can’t be...?
I walked back to the bed, where I saw the girl start to wake up. I looked around, and spotted the zipper on the ground. “W-What the fuck? NO! I didn’t want to do this to Maverick! I don’t want this! Wh-what...no, it’s still just a suit!” I started tear out my hair, pull at my lips, trying to stretch Maverick’s finger’s off, looking for some sign that...that I was still wearing a suit, that I wasn’t Maverick, that I didn’t just permanently take my roommate’s skin...
The girl had woken up to my frantic scrambling.
“Maverick? What are you doing? Your scaring me!”
“What the hell did you do? Tell me you didn’t take that zipper off of me, please!”
“W-what? That thing? I-I don’t know! It was like a sticker on you. It was part of your costume, right?” She attempted to make a light-hearted joke. “Don’t worry babe, it was past midnight. Halloween was over.” I was in complete shock, when she enticingly walked up to me and teased me with her tongue out, tracing my abs. “You shouldn’t wear costume to cover up this sexy body of yours.”
“I...I don’t think I have a choice.”
Thankful
I sniffed the air with a drool, smelling that delicious roast turkey that my dad was cooking up. It was a family recipe that we had used every Thanksgiving. Dad had never even tried to deviate from it since my mom passed when I was not even a year old. My dad told me it was hers, and cooking the turkey her way made it feel like she was back home for the Holidays.
Thanksgiving has been a big family occasion ever since, though the “family” was just the two of us. My dad valued that family time more than anything. After what happened with mom, he was absolutely devastated for the longest time. But he worked hard to make his way up through the ranks, and told me every single day to be grateful for what I had so I could have a good future myself.
“Ritchie! The turkey is ready! Come eat dinner with your old man.”
I opened my drawer and pulled out a jar filled with a translucent, red liquid along with a syringe. “Coming, dad!” I pondered if this was really the right thing to do. With a sigh, I put the serum back. No, he had done a wonderful job of being a role model parent. I had bought this serum from the shady kid at school before we graduated, and he told me it could turn the victim into a suit by emptying them out. A wearable suit. My dad didn’t deserve that. He had worked hard and chose not to abandon me when he could have.
I ran downstairs and saw the delicious Thanksgiving feast before me. Roast turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, a homemade pumpkin pie, and a beautiful salad. I immediately sat down and started eating as my dad watched with a grin. ”Oh come on, no thank you? On Thanksgiving?” He said jokingly.
“Thanks, dad. And...I want you to know I’m thankful for everything. I know I’m going off to college soon, so...I mean, you’ve worked so hard to....to provide everything for me and get me where I am, I wanna be thankful.”
Dad smiled, almost looking like he was on the brink of tears. “Let’s just eat, alright?” He started to dig in with me as we had a delicious Thanksgiving feast together.
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A few hours after dinner, and I rested in my, eyeing the drawer with the bodysuit serum. Perhaps I could use it on someone else, someone who might deserve it.
Knock knock
Startled by the unusual late night disturbance, I opened the door to see Dad standing there, shirtless. Looked like he was getting ready to go to bed.
“Hey, Ritchie, you mind if I come in?’ He gave me the most wholesome smile, a reminder of the close bond we had.
“Yeah, sure, what’s up?”
He walked in and plopped himself onto my bed, hunched over with his legs spread out as he rubbed his hands together.
“Hey buddy, you’re going to college soon, and...I know, I know, maybe it’s not a big deal for you or whatever. I mean, you took this gap year, and you’re probably tired of your old man by now.” His body tensed up as he chuckled before giving a long sigh. ‘I just wanna say I’m really proud of you, and I’m thankful for you. I know sometimes...I know you told me that sometimes you feel guilty, because I had to raise you as a single parent...but I don’t regret it at all.”
My eyes teared up as I head his words. It was true, it felt awful. He never gave me up for adoption, he was never selfish, he had been the role model parent for me. Accepted me the way I was. Even with my homophobic grandparents, my father had told me he didn’t care, because I was his son. He had supported me every step of the way. He never went out looking for another woman, truly in love with my mother, and wanting to give me 100% of his attention.
“Dad...I have to be honest. I don’t want to go to college. It just...it doesn’t seem right to me. But-”
“You’re an adult, Ritchie. You get to make your own decisions. If that’s how you feel, go that route. Don’t let your old man try to live your life for you. I worked hard so you could have the life you want, not for you to be unhappy. I’ll support you, no matter what choice you make.”
At a loss for words, I jumped out of bed and hugged Dad and felt his arms wrap around me.
“Dad, I really meant what I said earlier. I couldn’t have asked for a better father.”
“I love you, son. No matter what, don’t ever forget that.”
As I hugged him, the option tugged at my conscience. in his compassion and fatherly affection, the guilt ripped me apart. I wanted it more than ever.
I got up from him and turned to the drawer. As he got up to leave the room, I said, “Wait, uh...I’ve um...got something for you.”
“Yeah? What is it, champ?”
I opened the drawer and slipped the syringe through the top of the jar, watching the liquid seep into the it.
“Just...uh...hold on a sec, alright?”
He gave a deep chuckle. “Yep, I’m waitin’.”
“I’m really sorry, Dad.”
I looked behind me and saw his concerned face. He was loving and supporting, and wanted to comfort me. “I already told you Ritchie, I’m proud of you. I don’t want you to feel gui-”
I swiftly turned around and jabbed Dad in the neck with the syringe, injecting him as he was startled. He pulled my hand away and pushed me back.
“Ritchie, w-what the hell was that?” His large, meaty hand patted his neck as he gave me a confused look.
“A...a bodysuit serum. I’m really sorry, Dad.”
“What the hell is that? What did you do? Is this some kind of prank?”
“N-no...I don’t....I don’t know...” I felt great guilt as Dad suddenly started groan and cup his face in his hands.
“Oh...fuck...i-it burns! WHAT DID YOU DO?” He tried to leave the room, but I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back in, covering his mouth as he yelped. He was, of course, much stronger and bigger than me, but even in this moment of peril, he wasn’t willing to hurt his son. He pushed me back slightly as he fell back and hit the wall, slumping as his head hung down, struggling to keep it up.
“Fuck...Ritchie, please, call an ambulance! W-what are you doing?”
“It’s gonna turn you into a suit. I’m gonna wear your skin, Dad.”
His face was a mixture of confusion and horror. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY, RITCHIE!”
“I already told you, I’m really sorry Dad...but I’m gonna have your body. I’m gonna wear that skin of yours!” I menacingly approached him, still unsure if this was what I wanted to do.
“W-What do you mean? Did you...drug me?” The pain appeared to be ramping up as Dad’s face contorted and he wiggled against the wall, yelping every now and then while he clutched his stomach.
“I told you I didn’t want to go to college. I’m really sorry to say this...but I’m going to go straight to work, Dad. I want to wear your skin. I want to live your life, talk to your friends, do your job...please don’t make this harder than it has to be. It’s just because you’re the man I want to be.”
Dad started to cough as he looked slightly paler than before, wrestling out what words he could. “W-what are you going to do?” He clenched his jaws as he built up the courage the ask. “You’re creeping me out Ritchie! W-what do you mean wear my skin? You’re not a monster!” He stumbled over his words in terror, in denial of his fate.
“Nothing like that! I just know that I can’t wait to slide into you, slipping into your empty, lifeless skin, stretching every wrinkle of yours, and to talk to everyone...and not a single person will know. I really am sorry.”
Looking disturbed by his own son’s words, Dad tried again for the door. This time, I managed to grab him and put him in a chokehold. I could feel him getting softer as he was turned into a suit, and he was a lot weaker because of it. He started to panic with shallow breaths as I watched his bare feet scrape against my bedroom carpet, desperately trying to get out of my grasp. I could feel him almost ready.
I stood up with him still in a chokehold and moved to drag him over to the bathroom. I kicked open the door and turned on the light, I threw Dad forward as he hit the bathtub.
“I told you, I’m thankful for you, Dad. You’ve given me so much, and you’re about to give me everything.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed his head into the tub as the goo started to eject from his mouth. My very unfortunate father flailed and attempted to back up from the tub, gaining momentary freedom. “R-RITCHIE! STO-MMMMPH!!!”
I quickly slammed his face back towards the tub when I noticed him desperately clenching his mouth to keep the goo inside, trying to retain what little was left of him. I reached my left arm over his face and the right under his chin. I used both of my hands to clip onto his lips; I knew Dad wouldn’t bite me, he was too good of a father. With my left arm and held his upper face steady as I pulled his mouth open with my right hand. He whimpered as he looked at me, as if one final plea to talk. Slowly, but surely, his mouth started to open with a cry as he weakened. Prying his mouth open, Dad shuddered and yelped as the goo plopped out of his mouth. Clearly unable to fight for any longer, I released the pressure and grabbed him by the hair with my left hand. I could feel his head almost...folding in on itself, as it emptied. I tugged his head back into the tub until Dad was mostly deflated and empty. His hands let go of the tub and fell to the ground in a folded pile, while his legs had completely folded at the knees, while his face drooped into the bathtub. I felt a severe guilt. Dad, the man who had given me everything, who had been supportive of me, who had been the best father he possibly could’ve been, was gone. All that was left was this bodysuit of him.
I grabbed his hand, and noticed there was some goo left in him. I picked the arm of the suit up from the fingers and squeezed out the remaining goo as it fell right out from his mouth, until he was completely empty. Turning on the bathtub, the goo sunk into the drain.
I grabbed the bodysuit by the scalp and held it up, and his shorts and underwear slipped off. I could just barely hold the suit so Dad’s feet wouldn’t touch the ground; he was a man of incredible stature. Every crevice of his folded over itself, while the mouth and eye sockets dragged downwards, creating an O-face with bags. Even though I knew it was me who did it, the macabre visual of my own father’s lifeless skin could only seek to unsettle me. I intended to remedy that.
Dropping the bodysuit to the floor, it fell as a haphazard pile of skin and hair with a slap. I took off my own clothes and tossed them onto the floor. I hooked my fingers onto Dad’s lips and started to stretch his mouth as wide as I could. I dipped my toes in, forcing one foot through Dad’s body, then the other, until both fit snugly into his feet. I wiggled my new toes, significantly thicker and with little tufts of hair on each one. I tugged harder at his mouth as I slipped Dad’s skin on, feeling his powerful legs overtake my own. I flexed my trunk thighs in awe, enjoying seeing his beautiful daddy legs move to my command. I had to stretch the suit to it’s limit to slip my hard cock into Dad’s fuckstick skin. Christ, the thing was massive. I shimmied into his ass, feeling it perk up. Dad was always such a humble guy, and of course, I hadn’t got to see him naked until now. He truly had an amazing body, it almost made me sad to imagine all that he missed out on in his loyalty to Mom. I gazed at myself in the mirror, satiated by the thought of my supportive and caring father, being turned into a sexual object by his son. The empty arms swung from my hip as I checked myself out, while the skin of his torso and head clumped around my waist. I continued to pull at Dad’s mouth, slipping my arms into each arm of the suit. His hands were strong and his fingers thing, veins running down the arm. A sign of masculinity and impressive musculature. Finally, I grabbed the upper lip from behind my head and, using my newfound strength, pulled the upper lip over my head as Dad’s face stretched to ludicrous proportions while I tried to stuff my own head into his, almost threatening to tear.
I blinked a few times, and looked in the mirror. I was the spitting image of Dad, quite literally. Humble, supportive, friendly, caring Dad. Perhaps I need to start referring to myself by name. Alan. I was Alan, single father of Ritchie. I could only give myself a devious smirk in the mirror. As I started to jerk off this new fuckstick of mine. It was insanely sensitive, from nearly two decades of loyalty and family dedication. I rubbed it intensely as I recalled the events of the night. I did feel awful about what I had done, but there was such a dark appeal to it. I had decided on not turning Dad into a skinsuit...but when he came in, and sat there on that bed, the impulse was too much. Recalling the nights events of pulling on Dad’s skin, and getting to see myself in control of his body...I ejaculated onto the mirror with a loud moan, rolling my neck as I felt the wave of pleasure overtake my body momentarily. The seed was thick, and I was able to roll it off the mirror and eat it up. I stretched a bit to fully situate myself in my new skin and picked up the underwear that I had been wearing, ready to slip it on and go to bed. A thought passed my mind as I stared in the mirror, ready to be just as good of a man that Alan had always been.
Once again, Dad endured so many trials, to give me everything. Quite literally this time.
And I was finally, truly, thankful.
There is this muscled hunk I'm watching since two months. He is my neighbor. He is also the dad of my best friend, Mr. Reid.
My best friend and I are both gay and I told him about my fantasies I want to have with his father. Of course He didnt take it well so I started to have secrets in front of him: I want to turn his father into a skinsuit if I cant sleep with him.
I started to observe the routines of his father and noticed that he goes for a walk from 11am till 12:30pm every day and after that he is alone at home for 1 hour. That is the time I'll strike.
The day before I wanted to fullfill my plan I visited my best friend and left some of my things in his room so I have a reason to get in on the next day. The next day arrived and I was so aroused. I didnt go to school that day so I could fullfill my plan. I saw my upcoming victim leave his house at 11am and I waited until he came back at 12:25pm. I waited 10 minutes, left my house and knocked on his door.
Mr. Reid opened the door and looked slightly confused. I admired his beautiful grown beard, his short brown hair, his hairy arms and his muscly body. I had to recall my eyes as I noticed that he asked me something.
"I'm sorry, I didnt want to disturb.", I said, hoping that he would repeat his question.
"It's all good. What do you want.", I saw his pecks move beneath his slightly unbuttoned shirt when he talked. He wiped sweat from his lips after he finished the sentence.
"I forgot some things here yesterday and I need them for a school project this afternoon", I lied. "Could I come in and get them?"
He scratched his head for a short time and answered:"Ehm... yeah of course, why not."
He opened the door further and stepped aside, I walked past, he closed the door.
"So where did you leave-", I pressed my lips against his when he turned around to talk to me. I wanted to feel them and his body in action before I would become them. I took the syringe I prepared with skinsuit serum and stabbed it in his butt.
He pushed me to the ground while he removed the syringe from his butt.
"What the f**k did you do?", he said, starting to walk towards the bathroom holding his stomach as if he has to throw up when it started to happen.
His right foot deflated, followed shortly by his left one leaving two thick wool socks and a beautiful pair of brown leather boots on the floor. He fell down pulling with a slight scream, now pulling himself towards the bath.
I saw how his muscular legs started to deflate, leaving his brown cargo pants and to my surprise a jockstrap behind.
After that everything went so fast, both arms, his well build torso and his head deflated when a black, slimey goo crawled through his nose and face onto the ground. That was Mr. Reid. I took an empty jar from the kitchen and returned to the black goo laying next to the big pile of skin in a shirt. I scooped the goo into the jar and towards something more important: the skinsuit.
I grabbed it and by the head and lifted it up from the ground. The feet still touched the ground as he was 6 inches toller than me. His shirt fell to the ground revealing his now deflated hairy chest. I turned it around, laid it onto a desk and stripped. I could already smell his sweat and that turned me on. I started to stretch his hole so I can get in, head first I had to wiggle a bit around to get confortable in my new body but shortly after everything sort of snapped into place. Looking through my new eyes I stood up from the table now towering at 6'2". I looked at the clock to see how much time I have to admire my new body but I had to find out shockingly that I only had 10 minutes until my best friend would be home. I quickly put the shirt back on, hid my boner in my jockstrap und put my pants back on followed by the thick socks and smelly boots.
I grabbed the goo from the jar and swallowed it to gain his memory. I saw his life running before my eyes, how his wife died, how he got closer to his son and that they sometimes fuck each other. Now I knew why my best friend thought so bad about my fantasies: he doesnt want his dead to fuck him and his jest friend.
I collected my old clothes and the syringe from the ground and threw them outside into the trash. Just in time because my best friend was just coming up the driveway.
He waved towards me as I shouted towards him:"Good afternoon son. How was school?"
"Not so good dad. Could we do our thing inside?", he answered.
I knew what he wanted to do and I was all in for it. I was thrilled to test this incredible body and thick cock.
I think you should go out yourself
"You know, if you want one, you can always come to me. I've got plenty!", my best friend Jean said.
"Thanks, I keep it in mind.", I answered.
I thought about that conversation as I'm laying in my bed. He is talking about his bodysuit collection. In my opinion its kinda gross, keeping the skin of ither people to look like them, but I habe to admit tjat he probably has one of the best collections. Multiple skins of every body type, from fat to skinny to hunky. From bald and shaved to very hairy. From businessman to cop. One for every occasion. He even has a Henry Cavill look-a-like. At least I hope its a look-a-like.
He uses them for his many Grindr profiles, to satisfy his hunger for sex. For myself, I dont think that he needs them. He himself is a great looking guy! Dark hair, hairy body, great muscles, veins, beautiful beard and a small scar on his right eyebrow. So hot!
I always had a slight crush on him, who can blame me for that when he looks that good.
Now I know what I want to do, I want to wear him, not one of his bodysuits.
The next day I'm knocking on Jean's door. He opens.
"Have you thought about my offer?", he asked.
"Kind of.", I answered. "Can we talk about it inside?"
He let me in and I sat down on his couch.
"So, which one do you want?"
"Not really on of yours, to be honest."
He looked confused.
"There is this guy at work that I admire. I'd like to wear him. Do you still have the serum?", I asked. I lied about my coworker but I knew that Jean would believe me.
"Nice! Yeah, I still have some. Wait here, I'll bring you a syringe."
He left the room and came back with a small box, handing it to me. In it is the syringe.
"How do I use it?", I asked.
"Well, you should try to inject it into his neck."
"Where exactly?"
Jean turned around and pointed towards the back of his neck. That was my chance!
I took the syringe and rammed it into him.
He jumped up in pain.
"What did you do?"
In disbelief, he holds the empty syringe in his hand which I put in his neck. He took some steps backwards, holding himself up through a shelf. His pants and jockstrap fell down because he started to deflate, revealing his massive hairy cock. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry Jean. You were my best friend. This had to happen as I think you should go out yourself."
He looked at me angrily until suddenly no more emotions were visible. Jean was completely turned into a bodysuit.
I lifted it from the ground and put it on. Head first through what once was his ass. Inside him I felt how my skinny body adapted to his muscled body.
Now I cant wait to start my life as Jean!
'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.
I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.
After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.
"Everything okay?", he asked.
"My tank is empty.", I replied.
"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.
I was a bit hesitant.
"What about my bike?", I asked.
"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."
"That would be great!"
"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."
He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.
He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.
We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.
"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.
"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.
What a wierd response, I thought.
We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.
"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.
"I'm Jordan.", I replied.
"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."
I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.
My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.
From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.
"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."
"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"
"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."
"Alright."
Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.
"You can put your feet up if you want. Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.
That was strange, but a nice offer.
"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.
Silence again, I hope this time for longer.
His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.
"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.
I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.
"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.
"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.
I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.
Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.
"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.
I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.
"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.
He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.
As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.
He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.
"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.
"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body, I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.
I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.
"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.
"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.
He took a step back to look at me nervously.
I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.
As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.
He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.
As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.
"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.
So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.
He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.
He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.
Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.
Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.
He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.
Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.
The ski instructor
Body a day - #26: Ice
Martin Ziegler went out for early morning skiing. He did that quite often, and he enjoyed having the pistes to himself before starting his job as a ski instructor at the Richter Ski Resort.
Cruising through the quiet ice-covered forest in the early sunlight, with fresh untouched snow under your feet was truly magical.
But Martin didn’t see the tripwire barely visible in the frost, he tripped and fell, fortunately not too hard, but as he got back on his feet, brushed off the snow, and went back to see, what he had tripped over, he was hit from behind with something heavy and knocked unconscious.
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He should be thankful I was turning him into a bodysuit, otherwise I could just have taken his clothes and left him to freeze in the snow. A wig, a false beard and a bit of makeup should make a pretty convincing disguise, but this was on a whole other level, his skin was going to be my disguise, a perfect disguise.
In hindsight it was probably not the best place to assault this guy, changing down to my birthday suit in the middle of cold icy forest probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was my best chance to get him to myself. But it was going to be worth it, to get a new ‘birthday suit’.
I pulled off the instructor’s, what appeared to be, brand-new ski suit, it looked really good on him, and it was going to look even better on me. Having stripped him off his ski-suit and all the other layers of clothes, I could finally take a close look at this fine body. This guy was fit, had a strong body, a handsome face and a nice beard, and as a ski instructor at the Richter Resort, one of the most luxurious and exclusive ski resorts in Switzerland, this identity could be very profitable and worthwhile.
Full of determination I began to strip, my resoluteness and desire being the main things preventing me from turning into an icicle as I threw my clothes in the snow. Finally I could start squeezing my naked body into his, and it had to be quick. Fortunately I slid right on in, and settled quite easily and comfortably in the ski instructor’s skin, but it was a cold experience, I could feel goosebumps on my new exterior. I quickly put on his sweat-soaked ski-underwear, before delightfully slipping on his still slightly warm ski-suit. Zipping it up, emphasizing that this body, this identity, this life was now mine. I checked his belt bag, everything was there, keys, phone, wallet, ID and staff member-card. It was perfect, everything I needed to play Martin Ziegler.
I buried my old clothes in the snow, then stuffed the rest of my belongings in my bag, before making my way back to the resort. I could really use some warmth before ‘starting my job’.
Several hours later I was back outside, it was time to meet the first of my 'clients'.
A well-off gentleman accompanied by two teenagers, one eager, one rather sulky, approached me.
”Hello, Austin Devons, Executive Vice President, EIS Group, this is my son Damian and daughter Lucille...”
I shook his hand with a firm grip, smiled and said: ”Hello there, Martin Ziegler, ski instructor.”
Body a day - Summary
That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied. Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding. Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years. Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated. If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)
#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)
#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)
#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)
#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)
#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)
#06: Mirror - Empyrean Wear (Bodysuit, clothing)
#07: Football - A real footballer (Possession)
#08: Wash - Dirty laundry (Bodysuit, impersonation)
#09: School - Night ride (Bodysuit, clothing)
#10: Table - Table for two (Body swap, hypnotism)
#11: Studies - Done my homework (Impersonation, identity theft)
#12: Six - Pack of six (Shapeshifting, droneification)
#13: Money - A nickle or two (Bodysuit, revenge)
#14: Battery - Mason and the golden skin (Body swap)
#15: Son - Introducing S.O.N. (Body swap, age regression)
#16: Shadow - Worn to a shadow (Impersonation, clothing)
#17: Foam - Risen from the foam (Muscle growth)
#18: Pot-bellied - Melting pot (Body swap, revenge)
#19: Dad - MacGyver and son (Bodysuit, impersonation)
#20: Wave - Finders keepers (Bodysuit, clothing)
#21: Electricity - Airing laundry (Dirty laundry pt. 2) (Bodysuit)
#22: Satisfied - Not satisfied yet (Muscle drain, merging, revenge)
#23: Want - Wanted! (Bodysuit, impersonation)
#24: Sports - Rigging a race (Bodysuit, clothing)
#25: Choice - Strangers on a train (Face swap, shapeshifting)
#26: Ice - The ski instructor (Bodysuit, impersonation)
#27: Closet - Secrets (Bodysuit)
#28: Whole - Becoming whole (Muscle drain)
#29: Ancient - A bargain and a deal (Merging, age regression)
#30: Pecs - Final Goal (Bodysuit, impersonation, clothing)
I think it's time to take a backseat for a spell. But don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me. Wanderer out.
Rocking a punk
I had tried to run into Martin Jenkins for some time, an old classmate of mine, who didn’t care the slightest for me, and it was mutual. But that feeling had changed, since I discovered how he had matured. He was still a punk, don’t get me wrong, he had a temper and could easily get into a fight, but he had potential now… Potential that I could bring forth, with a little help from my father’s pharmaceutical company.
“Hi Jenkins,” I said as I walked up to him, it had taken me quite some time to build up the courage to approach him, there was something intimidating yet imposing about him, especially with the black leather biker jacket, a cigarette between his lips and the fact I was like a twig in comparison. He looked at me like a complete stranger, then he realised, who I was… I think… He didn’t actually say my name, maybe he had almost completely forgotten me.
“Oh, hi” Martin replied still looking at me with disinterest. There wasn’t really any reason to reminiscence the ‘good old days’, so I just cut straight to the chase. “I heard you’ve been looking for a job,” I said, he raised an eyebrow in return: “Where did you hear that? Does everybody know, I’m out of a job?” he grumbled. “Yes, I heard it from one of the others,” I said, hoping he didn’t see through the lie, it was clear, that he was distrustful of me. “The pharmaceutical company my father is working for is hiring, and they are looking for people.”
Martin was quiet for a bit, then he asked: “What sort?” I knew that I now got him on the hook. “Well, there’s some jobs in their growing storage facility, and they also are looking for couriers, who can bring samples, equipments and tests around town.” I knew he liked driving around on his moped, so this was my best bet. “And how are the work conditions? Am I expected to treat every assignment as life-or-death, that requires me to bring stuff from one end of town to the other in 10 minutes or less?” I was actually a bit surprised by his response, it sounded like he had been having some rough jobs in the past. “No, not really,” I said, trying to not scare him away. “The pay is very decent, and the work conditions are fine, haven’t really heard any complaints.” “Alright, I’ve just been working as errand boy for so many companies, who tried to screw me over,” Martin muttered.
“Please, come to the company on Thursday,” I said, almost pleadingly “and talk to my father, I’m sure, he can offer you something good.” I handed Martin one of my father’s business cards, beginning to fear I had messed this up. “11 o’clock, Thursday,” I said, before turning to leave, feeling very awkward. I really needed to get away from Martin for now, I also couldn’t stand the smell of smoke. I needed to make sure he quit that.
Martin showed up the following Thursday… surprisingly in a suit and tie, which I did not expect. It didn’t seem like something he was used to wearing, but he looked pretty sharp nonetheless.
He entered the room and shook my father’s hand. My father looked at me, and asked” Are you absolutely sure about this?” Martin looked a bit confused, as I answered: “Absolutely,” and nodded.
”Very well,” my father replied and then turned his full attention to Martin, “so Martin… Before we begin, may I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
”Coffee,” Martin said, “just regular.” My father poured coffee into a mug – a mug, that had been specially prepared for Martin, now I just needed to be sure, he drank it. Once Martin had taken the mug, my father began the ’interview’ like it was just a regular interview. He asked Martin about his previous experience, and we found out that Martin had done surprisingly many jobs, just not for very long as his employers usually had tried to screw him over, and he’d decided to quit rather than accept their terrible working conditions, although he needed the money. He had done manual labour and worked as a courier using his moped.
The conversation went on, while I waited for the effect to kick in, and after ten minutes that felt like hours Martin began to ’doze off’ having drunk roughly half of the mug’s content.
When Martin became entirely unresponsive, it was time to act.
While my father locked the door, I began to undress Martin, or what was left of him. ”So you are really going through with this?” my father asked almost disappointined, as he began to help me undress the collapsed Martin.” Yes, and thank you for making it happening” I replied unable to conceal my excitement. ”But couldn’t you have found someone better? He’s a bit of a punk, isn’t he?” my father continued as he folded Martin’s white shirt neatly and placed it on his desk with the rest of Martin’s clothes. ”He’s perfect,” I replied,” and besides… I can make some changes if necessary.”
Martin’s skin was all that remained of him, like a deflated, human-shaped balloon, his eye sockets empty and his mouth gaping and stretched far beyond its normal capability. It was ready.
I discarded my own clothes hastily, and my father helped me slither into the bodysuit.
It was surprisingly easy to get inside, and made me feel even smaller and skinnier, than I normally did. Not that it would matter for much longer, soon I wouldn’t have to think about that ever again.
Martin certainly was no athlete, but he was fit and strong, maybe due to the manual labour and fistfights he had a habit of getting into.
I could wiggle my toes, and they responded flawlessly. Soon his legs, abdomen, torso and arms were also under my complete control. The skin might need a little moisturiser, but other than that, I was elated with my new skin. I had even gained some extra height, and the body felt naturally, if still a little loose. I looked one last time at my father with my old face, and smiled at him, he just stared at me in disbelief, but it seemed like he had accepted the change. I grabbed Martin’s windswept hair, that still dangled on my back as his hollow head hung around my shoulders. I pulled it and his face up and over my head like a hood. With a final snap, everything fell into place. I massaged the face, just to make sure it was aligned properly. I then felt a tightening across my entire body. I don’t if I was growing inside the skin, or the skin was shrinking to fit me, or something in between or entirely fourth.
But at the end of it, it was a perfect fit. I stretched my new body, flexed my new muscles, and ran my hands over my new skin. I looked at my father again with a devilish grin: “Now this feels so amazing!” “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied and began to hand Martin’s clothes to me, “and I expect you’ll put it to good use.” “Definitely,” I said with Martin’s voice, as I slipped his pants on, slightly disappointed he didn’t come in the leather jacket and jeans that he wore last I saw him, but that was only a question of time. Having tidied myself up, I looked just like Martin as he had entered the room barely an hour ago.
“See you at dinner,” I chuckled. “Very well,” my father said still with clear disbelief in his voice, “but do something about that hair,” he continued, as I reached for the door handle. “Yeah, sure,” I replied and headed out the door.
I headed straight back to Martin’s cheap apartment, it was a poor sight for sure, and I certainly was not going to stay here. I rummaged through Martin’s stuff and managed to find the exact outfit he had been wearing, when last I saw him. I ditched the suit and tie, then pulled on the black t-shirt, the scent of his sweat still clinging to it. A smell I now recognised as my own, I pulled it on very satisfied. Next were his jeans, I loved the way they fit, and the fact that they were several sizes bigger than my old pants only made it more satisfying. I grabbed my crotch hard, barely able to contain myself. Finally I plunged my new, bigger arms into the sleeves of MY leather jacket, claiming it as my own and establishing my new ‘’bad-boy’ persona. I took a look at my reflection and laughed, I couldn’t help it. I was so pumped, that I barely knew what to do with myself, this body needed to be put to the test. I slipped into Martin's/my leather boots with a newfound confidence, with his clothes and body under my control.
Let’s see what I can do with this before dinner.
Epilogue: As for my hair, my father and I found a compromise. I’m still going to keep the bad-boy persona, and even with my preference for leather and tight jeans, I can still pull off the look of the handsome young man who’s got a great future ahead of him… if/when I want to.
"Haha- Oh yes, get snuck up on!"
Geeeez this point in the show made me squeal. I felt so bad for Tessa!