Shaped and Stuck - Part Six

As I drive down the long empty highway I can't help but shift awkwardly in the plush leather seat, my pained tattooed backside acting as a constant reminder of the mess I had been put in. My eyes constantly glance down to my wrist, a scowl growing on my face each time I see the little green butterfly that rests mockingly on my skin.

"Fuck...Fuck I can't...Fuck!" I shout, hitting the steering wheel with my petite hands in rage.

This was fucked, that bitch had just stolen my life and given me hers for...well who knows how long. She might be done in a matter of days, or I might end up living the rest of my days as some doughy little office administrator and loving wife.

Shaped and Stuck - Part Five

"I...I..." I stutter, my mind and heart racing as I try to come to a decision. "I'll wear your suit...I'll look after your...your life" I whimper, my words barely managing to escape my lips as I feel myself choking up.

Victoria smirks widely, reaching behind her baggy jeans as she fishes around for something. "You made the right choice sweetie" she purrs, pulling something free from her belt with a sudden jerk. "I mean, it's your best chance for me to ever let you have all this back" she coos, running a free hand down her slender masculine body.

Shaped and Stuck - Part Three

 

Wriggling in the seat I'm forced to adjust the seat yet another time, my shrunken legs no longer reaching the peddles after my short break by the side of the road. Glancing down I can see my nipples straining against the tight material of the suit, the slightly coarse fabric only heightening my arousal.

"Alright...come on" I pant, chewing at my lower lip as I force myself to look back up at the road. "Just a few more hours and then...well..." I continue, trailing off at the thought of having some private time to explore the temporary new me.

With clammy and shaking hands I take hold of the wheel again, easing back out into the empty road on the last leg of my journey.

Shaped and Stuck - Part Four

Suddenly I notice something, the initial shock of the situation giving way to a sense of realization as I see a withered butterfly tattoo on his wrist. It is only a small little thing, the delicate design and fine lines having faded over the wears, but it was still certainly recognizable.

"Victoria?" I gasp, staggering backward and further into the apartment.

"In the flesh" she replies with a chuckle "though I may have put that flesh into a nicer shape."

As the words escape her borrowed lips she begins to run her new hands over her new body, a lewd grin forming on the imitation of my old face as she grabs at her copied crotch with delight. The more I look at her the more inconsistencies I begin to notice.

Shaped and Stuck - Part Two

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.

"Cuddle Cutie"

With my eyes darting between the tag and the road I slowly begin to reread the little tag one more time, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I feel the first small pinches from the suit and the nanobots as they begin to do their work.

Shaped and Stuck - Part One

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.