hey coach, someone left package for my roommate outside my house. Once i opened it i found a rubber bodysuit inside. I feel strangely compelled to try it on, but i don’t want my roommate to get angry with me. What should I do?
Rapidly pausing your game and rushing to the door, you found yourself missing the delivery driver for just a second. Staring at the nondescript cardboard box on your doorstep, the label correctly stated your address, but the sender and intended recipient were left blank. Shrugging it off as yet another late-night delivery from your roommate, you decided to take it inside to check.
Carefully slicing through the tape (the cardboard yielded with a satisfying tear), you found within a sleek, black rubber bodysuit.
The texture unfamiliar, feeling both cool and smooth to the touch.. with only a single accompanying note, unsigned, simply stated:
"For your optimal performance."
As a regular at the local gym yourself, you interpreted this as some avant-garde workout gear that your roomate had been given as a sort of 'signing bonus' to kickstart his own physical conditioning. You've been trying to get him to sign up, but now the jealousy starts to hit you. The thought of enhanced performance, pushing your physical limits... it all sparked a flicker of excitement within your hands.
Surprisingly supple, you decided to try it on. The rubber easily yielded to your touch as you began the process. The sensation was immediate, a tightening embrace that moulded itself to your form. As you pull the zipper up to the nape of your neck, the pressure intensified, a strange, almost erotic sensation washing over you. Your breath hitched, your heart rate quickened - and, as the rubber suit enveloped your body completely to your fingertips, the realisation hit you that this was no simple mistake.
What if this suit was intended for Mark all along?
He's going to kill me when he finds out I've worn it before him..
A new consciousness started to emerge from deep within you as you felt each and every inch of your body pulsate as it reshaped to your physical form. With every release from the intense pressure, a newfound sense of surrender, of yielding, and a burgeoning submissiveness would wash over you in its place. Panic dissolved into an intense wave of pure erotic complicitness, of pleasurable servitude, and - most importantly - of calm.
Lost in the throes of the metamorphosis, you were startled by the sound of your roommate, Mark, as he finally entered the apartment. Looking down at your tighly enrobed body as he stood in the doorway, a knowing smile played on his lips.
"Well, well," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I see that my package arrived."
You turned around to look up at him, realising that this was always his plan. You tried to speak, to protest or to plead - you had no idea which - but the words caught in your throat as if his hands were wrapped around your neck.
"Things between us are going to be very different from now on."
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