Posted Tue Aug 4, 2015 | 210 Words | Tagged story

I saw him in the club and damn he was hot. His tattoos, his face, his everything. I wanted him, well his body at least. I had went to a strange little shop earlier in the day and the clerk had instructed me to place the zipper on anyone I wanted to make into a bodysuit and wear.

I noticed when we went towards the toilets, so I followed. Thankfully he went to a urinal. A leap of adrenaline jumped inside of me.

I snuck up and carefully placed it along the back of his neck. Thankfully not too far down so it would show normally.

“Hey, what the fuck” He shouted, but it was too late. I pulled the zip a little and his eyes rolled back. Carefully I pulled him into a cubicle, and thankfully everyone was too drunk to realise that he was suddenly starting to flop a lot more.

Carefully I got my legs inside of his fantastic body, and then my torso and arms. This man was mine, mind and body to do as I please.

I woke up in a truck next to some fairly cute guy. Was nothing on me though, although he took a picture to remember the beauty that was me.