"This one I guess" I say with a grimace, reaching out and grabbing a pale-skinned Suit with a thin fuzz of red hair around the head. As I pull it from the shelf it quickly unfurls, the folded latex-like material desperately resisting its compressed form.
The Suit was rather small, barely standing at four and a half feet tall as I held it in front of me. The whole thing was free of any distinguishing features beyond the extremely slight amount of hair visible against its pale complexion. A long hole runs up the back from between the legs all the way up to halfway up the head, a compromise between ease of use and maintaining the Suits physical integrity.
As I stare at the eerie Suit Matthew pulls a small device from his back pocket. It looks like a smartphone in a heavy hard case, the screen is filled with a simple-looking program with white text on a black background.
"Fantastic sir, do you mind if I take down some details?" he asks in a very professional manner, looking up and down the Suit in search of something.
"I...yeah...sure thing" I respond, my face contorting into a slight look of disgust as I fold the Suit over my arm.
"Oh sir, please let me handle that. I'll get a bag sorted" Matthew replies, seeing my discomfort and taking the Suit from me.
With the Suit in hand he heads off towards a back room beyond the showroom floor we had been talking in. As he walks off he smiles, looking down at the Suit and typing away at his little device. Slipping past the doorway and disappearing into the backroom the device chimes pleasantly, accepting whatever he was typing in.
After a minute Matthew returns, a small plain paper bag in one hand and the device in the other. With a smile still plastered across his breaded face he rushes back to me, passing me the sealed paper bag.
"Here you go, a little less...conspicuous," he says, winking at me before returning to his device. "Do you mind if I get your details as well?" he asks, glancing between me and the phone. "You know, name, address, why you decided to visit the Suit Rescue today?"
"I...oh...uh..." I mutter, fidgeting as I fish my phone from my pocket while juggling the heavy bag in my arms. "I needed to because of...this" I explain truthfully, showing Matthew the email.
A look of recognition comes across the man's face, his thumbs typing away as he nobs. "Ah, an employer requirement. We get those more often than you think, just...let...me...got it" he says, pausing as he reads something on the page and redoubles his efforts at typing.
"There we go, our system will let them know you've rescued a Suit. We don't want them to think you've cheated somehow" Matthew chuckles, slowly putting the phone away.
"Wait are you..." I begin to ask, being quickly cut off by the attendant.
"Yes sir, your name was on the email and it says your moving so we'll have your employer give us your new address. Congratulations on your new Suit sir, you're doing a wonderful thing in helping these poor people" he says, his face softening as he grows emotional.
"I...thank you...for your help Matthew" I say back nervously, digging my fingers into the paper bag.
Matthew begins to lead me back to the door, leaning in close as he pulls the door open.
"Matthew says goodbye as well" the man whispers with a subtle wink, tapping the side of his head. "Bye-bye, and thank you for visiting the Suit Rescue"
I'm in a bit of a daze as I leave the store, looking back at the tanned man for a brief moment before the door closes behind me.
"I...he was..." I stammer in the street, immediately feeling the heat of the sun returning to bake my skin. I quickly begin to return home, power walking as I try to escape the heat. I tightly grip the paper bag in my hands, a slight amount of sweat discoloring the bag as I rush home.
After around fifteen minutes I reach my old apartment, my eyes darting to the car sitting out front. It was my old hatchback, the once glossy red painted having dulled a little due to lack of washing. The backseat is piled high with boxes, filled with the things from my current home that I could take with me.
I had sold the rest already, having been wanting to get some money for the move as well as downsize due to drive cross country to get to my new home.
I head inside the old building one last time, running up the stairs and heading into my old apartment as I do one last sweep of the place. The walls are bare, the floor clear of any furniture. Dust hangs in the air as I wander through the rooms, the sun streaming in to create a nostalgic dream-like state.
I sigh as I finish up my search, finding nothing left for me to take with me. This was it, the last time I'd be here. It was a sad moment, but also a hopeful one as I remember why I had to leave. With a melancholic smile I head out, locking the door behind me and delivering the keys to maintenance for safekeeping.
I shuffle down to my car, hopping in the drives seat and depositing the paper bag in the passenger's seat. Taking a deep breath I start up the car, wanting to get some driving in as myself as some kind of pseudo-road trip. The engine roars to life, turning to a low rumble as I pull out of my parking space and out onto the road.
I'm on the open road for hours, enjoying my air-conditioned car and the pastoral view of the countryside in the warm sunlight. Music blares as I drive, taking my mind off of the plain paper bag in the passenger's seat while I sing-a-long to the tunes.
Having left in the morning I knew I could make it to my new home by the next morning if I drove through the night. With one hand on the steering wheel I pull an iced coffee from the back seat, drinking down the first of many as I start to caffeinate myself in the hopes of not having to sleep in the car halfway there.
Hours pass, the sun moving across the sky as if racing me to my new home. The once blue sky begins to turn gray as clouds begin to gather, a light spitting of rain beginning to tap at the car windows.
I squint as I look into the distance, noticing a large rest stop on the horizon over the next hill. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the coffees having hit me with an unintended but obvious side effect. I rock my hips from side to side, shaking my legs as I try to hold it in until the rest stop.
Thankfully the bright neon lights of the sign soon pass overhead as I pull into the little diner and gas station. I hop out of the car into the light rain, grabbing the bag from its seat. Pausing for a moment I look at my clothes, the tight shirt and jeans potentially being inappropriate if I were to change now.
With the rain slowly beginning to drench me I head to the trunk of the car, opening it and rummaging through my clothes. I smile softly as I find an old pair of sweat pants and a XXL t-shirt I had been given at a gaming convention and had been using as a bed shirt.
Rushing to escape the chilling rain I slam the hatchback shut and head towards the toilets. I slip into the foul-smelling men's room, finding it quiet and thankfully empty. Juggling the clothes and the bag in my arms I sprint into a stall, quickly relieving myself after the first leg of the road trip.
As I go to zip up I pause, turning behind me to lock the door. I instead tug at my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down. I'm met with the sight of my ten-inch cock, a reminder of what I was about to lose.
"Maybe...maybe I'll get a guy with an even bigger..." I stammer, trying to reassure myself as I pull my flannel shirt and black t-shirt over my head.
I feel disgusting standing naked in the bathroom, the whole situation feeling extremely awkward. I close the lid of the toilet, piling the spare clothes and the paper bag onto of the plastic lid before tearing into the bag.
Pulling the pale Suit I hold it in front of me, unsure as to how I was going to fit. With a deep breath I pull open the slit at the back, stepping in with my right leg experimentally. It's tight, extremely tight, but as I keep on the pressure I find my large meaty legs force the Suit to accommodate them. The pale Suit bulges with my leg filling it, looking like some terrible costume more than anything else.
It's hot and sweaty inside the latex feeling outfit, the heat building rapidly as I get my first leg into place. Seeing how tough yet flexible the Suit could be I begin to rush with the rest, jamming my second leg in and pulling the Suit up over my hips and waist. It's a fight to get my arms in, the tiny torso of the Suit straining as I stretch it further and further to fit my large body.
Before long I'm left with just the head remaining, a mask-like object dangling over my flat hairless pale chest. I blush a deep crimson as I look at myself, my flat and smooth latex form looking more like some weird kink outfit than a person.
With one last painful tug I pull the mask over my head, wincing as I feel the material stick to and tug at my hair. As I align the eye holes with my own I double over, a sudden sensation of being punched in the gut throwing me for a loop.
My vision fades, the world turning to splotchy shapes and faded colors as the Suit begins its work. A ringing fills my ears, the sound preventing me from noticing the loud crunching noises emanating from my body as the morphic field begins to take effect.
I lean against the wall before falling back into the toilet seat, my body being cushioned by the clothing I had placed there. The world is a daze, the first time wearing a Suit always being the worst as your body is contorted unnaturally by the strange new technology.
Slowly but surely the world begins to return, at first the noise of the rain outside slowly being followed by clarity in my vision. The pain and discomfort are gone, or at least I can no longer feel it in my dazed state.
I sit in place, trying to gather myself as my head leans back against the tank on the toilet and forcing me to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly I hear something new, a voice chiming in my head like my own inner monologue.
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