Posted Sun Jun 21, 2015 | 513 Words | Tagged story bodysuit long

Seeing him confident and cocky every day in the doorway to his house I had to pass on my way home pained me. He had no job, just living in a council house and always seemed happy about his life. I didn’t know if it was hating him or just wanting to be something like him. I now know I absolutely fucking love it.

I found a small little shop in town by accident, “The shop of change” it had in fairly small writing. I was quite interested and went in and looked around. The shop keeper said I should try the bodysuit patch. His eyes were incredibly dreamy I could feel lost in them. In fact, I barely remember what happened in the shop but I spent about an hour in there.

I walked past his house later than normal and it was empty. There he was in front of his house like normal. I swear he waited every day just to taunt me with his body. I froze when he looked at me.

“You got a problem mate?” He shouted,

My body had frozen up and I kept staring. I tried to will my body to move, but nothing would happen. He walked up to me, and I felt something in my hand but I wasn’t sure what.

He got his arm out to punch me but as he was pushing his arm towards me, I gained control of my arm again kind-of and pressed whatever I had in my hand onto his forehead.

His eyes glazed over before seeing his mouth drop, loosing control over itself. The punch never landed and instead his arm lost control and fell to his side. I looked at the thing I stuck onto his forehead. It read, “bodysuit patch”.

Looking around, I couldn’t see anything and with a limp body over me was not a good thing so I dragged him into his house finally getting to see what lied behind the door. He was surprisingly light for anything really.

I put him down in the hallway, but he just deflated into complete nothing. Turning him around, under his usual wife beater was what appeared to be a zip. I closed the front door behind me, and thought I could really try out this crazy idea. I stripped down to wearing nothing, and carefully pulled down the zipper, and pulled up the top to allow room to get in.

It was a struggle, but once the arms and legs were in place it seemed to work fine. I reached back and pulled up the zipper. I was expecting it not to work as I was terribly overweight but nothing.

I looked in the mirror in the hallway. Fucking hell, I looked just like him. I noticed the patch had faded away so I presume it worked. Wait, I need to go to the gym to work on this bod. Wait? I get to think like this fucker as well. I think I might be keeping this on longer than I originally thought I would.