As I drive down the open road, the city and the suburbs well behind me, I can't help but wriggle in my seat. With my eyes glancing down I smirk slightly, my gaze being met with the sight of my body encased in the dark and opaque bodysuit which clings to my masculine frame and the set of keys resting in my lap.
Several weeks ago I had gotten a great new work opportunity. My college had partnered with libraries and towns across the country to help catalog and digitize the aging books which would otherwise sit on those old shelves gathering dust. Many of the townships and institutions involved fully supported the endeavor, even going out of their way to provide income and accommodation for the academics who would perform the task.
I had put my name forward for the task, not really thinking I would be selected. However, much to my surprise I was given one of the commissions working in Tulip Springs to run the whole project there by myself. The library there was really a few smaller offices scattered around the town, making the prospect a rather daunting one, but the town had offered to provide an apartment and assist in any way they could.
As I had prepared to leave to my new appointment an idea had slowly crept into my mind, did I have to be 'me' while I was there? As far as I was aware they were just expecting someone to come perform the task, most likely whoever had the keys to the apartment, but I had never given them my name in any of our correspondence.
It was in this line of thought that I had bought the Shape Suit, biting the bullet as I indulged in this wild idea.
Shape Suits had been around for years at this point, a somewhat respected clothing brand that offered something a little more innovative and expensive than most other lines out there. These exceptionally tight bodysuits were laced with a small army of nano-bots who, once the suit was worn, would enter the wear to soften and reconstitute it like wet clay. The suit itself would provide a supportive external frame for the soft and malleable wearer, holding their altered form in place until the nanobots had done their work and returned to the mesh of the suit. By the end of the process the wearer would still be themselves, just with a body augmented and altered to the suit's specifications.
These suits came in all manner of types, usually with silly names to ease people into the prospect of having machines pull them apart and rebuild them from the inside out. From simply enhancing assets, repurposing body fat and muscle to increase breast or cock size, to fully rebuilding and even altering a chromosome/gene or two as well as altering the wearer's age to make the wearer simply perfect.
Alongside these suits were a self-programmable suits, the Shape Suit Me. These acted as a bodily recording device, allowing the wearer of the suit to save a copy of themselves in the nanobots for later wearing. These were commonly sold alongside any other suit, allowing the wearer to change back into their prior form after having their fun as their Shape Suit alter ego.
This is what had lead me to today. I had spent the past week packing my apartment, getting as much as I could to fit into boxes and selling most of the rest. Unable to carry everything to my new home in the car I had passed off a box or two to some people I could trust, hoping they would mail them to me later.
During this whole process I had worn my Shape Suit Me underneath my clothes, spending days feeling the warmth of the suit around me as the nanobots mapped out and recorded my body before packing it away in a box on the last day.
This morning, waking up well before the sun was up, I had slipped into my other suit. I looked practically naked in the thing, the tight black material clinging to every nook and cranny of my body. However, once I got to my car it didn't really matter as I was out on the open road before most people were even waking up.
By the late morning I was already out in the middle of nowhere, not a person in sight beyond the occasional car or truck speeding past in the other direction. By now I could feel the heat building inside the suit, the nanobots clawing their way inside and radiating a telltale warmth as they start the first step of the process. It's almost like getting the best massage of my life, my muscles and joints easing up more and more as I'm prepared for the long procedure ahead.
Glancing down I take my hand off the wheel before running my fingers over my ten-inch cock for the last time, at least until I wore my Skin Suit Me. I feel it twitch and throb against the suit, the tight material however keeping it pinned to the side of my meaty thigh. My hand slowly runs across my thigh, taking the large paper tag attached to the side of the suit into my gloved grasp.
A smirk grows across my lips as I read the name of the suit I had bought, my gaze lingering on the title in large bold text "...
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