Posted Mon Jul 6, 2015 | 288 Words | Tagged story

I had popped into the new costume shop which has appeared and it has some interesting items. Browsing the shop, there was a strange box of zippers and I thought it was a good idea to get one as I could pretend I was wearing a bodysuit at a party.

Walking home with my purchase I passed some of the council houses. It wasn’t a nice area, but I preferred to walk than get a bus or something as I like to keep exercising. Also some of the guys were really quite hot, even if most wouldn’t think it. The one who I usually see a bit went passed me and oh god he was my favourite of the lot.

Without warning I saw something fly out of my bag and I quickly moved my attention to what it was. It flew straight at him and behind him,

“The fuck mate?” He called out at me and took a step towards me. Oh no, I was in serious trouble now.

But then his pupils dilated, and he just fell over and… well… fell flat. I ran over to take a look. I grabbed his arm and it was flat, like a skin suit.

I then felt up his back and then felt a mettle line. Taking a look under the tank top, I saw the zip. The zip had flew and attached itself to him. Oh god this was a too good opportunity to loose, so I pulled the zip open and pulled my legs in, and then my head and wiggled the arms in.

I got my phone out of my bag and turned on the front camera. Wow, I was in control of this fit fukka.