Posted Thu Sep 17, 2015 | 330 Words | Tagged story bodysuit

“God I wish I could be fit like him” I sighed walking past the football field, looking over at my favourite player of them all.

An old lady walked past me and whispered into my ear, “Your wish has been granted, kind child”. I tried to call out to her, but she was gone before I knew it. I wondered what she was going on about but I left it at that.

Later that evening at around 9pm I heard a knock on the door and wondering who it could be, I opened it up to be him. His eyes seemed to have been glazed over and I wondered what was going on. I let him in anyway, it would have been rude not to. Plus he had arrived with just his top and boxers on.

As soon as I shut the door though, he just dropped to the ground and… flattened. I ran over to help him, but he just seemed to be empty. I looked around at his neck and felt something odd, it was the top of a zipper.

I pulled it down and inside was a strange soft fabric and so I pulled down the zipper and had a look. Inside was a small label with a tag attached. I pulled it off and read it,

“For a lovely boy I met this morning who needed something better in his life”

It was the old lady. I wondered if I could wear him like a suit as it seemed so. I carefully pulled my legs into the suit and then my arms and got my head into place. Strangely I could see easily through the suit and so I zipped up the back.

I felt strange as the football knowledge and the life of Mason was accessible to me. I felt his muscles, and then his cock. That old lady was the best, I was going to enjoy being Mason a lot, especially around his mates.