Yilmaz
When I first saw Yilmaz, I didn’t think he was real. Only AI could craft a body so perfectly. There is a fullness in this Turkish man’s beard that I could never hope to compete with. It all helped to accentuate a perfectly chiseled face. He was so exceptionally attractive I couldn’t help but stalk him a little bit. I figured out where he lived and went to the gym. I studied his work schedule, even planning his route back home. I found a syringe in his gym bag. I knew a body like that couldn’t be 100% natural. I decided to swap that syringe out for the bodysuit serum. Just as I planned, he inadvertently converted himself into a bodysuit. I go to the locker room to collect my newest acquisition off the floor.
I couldn’t wait to put him on. My body adjusted to its new form, and I felt heavy walking under my new bulk. I admire this beautiful body that he has given me. There’s beautiful muscle tone, dusted with a light carpet of body hair. I grasp my new car and look in the mirror with pride.
I love my new Turkish body. I’ve never been at a loss with what to do in my new skin. But I feel unlimited. It’s like I’ve hit the bodysuiter jackpot.
I think I’m gonna stay in him for sometime. I might make him my new permanent skin. If I lose myself within him, it’s worth it.
