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I've met this guy from the UK, chav Kai. He's a total scallt and my type. And he just sent me this package from jd with some kinda trackies in it? What'd you think would happen if i tried them on?
The package wasn't just from JD alone. In fact, the products inside were from a collaboration between JD's clothing line and Hexum Industries.
Which explains the pink box with the JD logo, now currently in your hands. Normally they just use a simple cardboard box.
You had told Kai that the package had arrived. Immediately, he sent you a link for Zoom through the Tumblr chat. Pressing the link, you were soon able to see his face.
How hard he could make you... It was almost embarrassing how much of an effect Kai had on you.
He was a total chav. The way he spoke... The way he wrote! It made it so obvious he wasn't a cultured man. Sometimes you even wondered if English was truly his first language, despite him being native to the UK.
Kai was a complete idiot. A dumbass with no parallel. Yet believed himself to be the smartest guy around. He was so confident, it tempted you to just accept whatever nonsense he spewed as gospel. After all, he loved to reward you. You still remember the dick pic he sent you. Unkempt, wild reddish and blond pubes, pale thighs at the bottom of the picture. Low hanging balls. And a huge dick. Girthy, slightly curved to the left, and uncut.
It was a porn star kind of cock. Almost too big to be real... More than once you had dreamed of it. Of flying to the UK, kneeling in front of Kai just to worship such an exquisite prick...
Now, regrettably, you weren't facing his wonderful cock. But his smug face. He had a Burberry cap on. Wss also wearing a fake Lacoste polo, and a tracksuit jacket over it. He was smoking. He always was.
"I was like... Waiting for ya to get m'gift, bruv? And, like, now ya got it. So open it, bruv. They're proper clothes, check 'em out." he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, as he looked at you. "Be a good lad and rush. I'm sure you'll look proper fit, honest!"
Wasn't his accent so hot?
You opened the box, finding a gray tracksuit, black t-shirt, white Adidas socks, white sneakers and a silver chain. As well as gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
These weren't the kind of clothes you normally wore. Yet you recognized them. It was the kind of fashion a chav such as Kai would sport every day. It made you hold your breath with awe and excitement.
After all, you weren't a chav yourself. You were American. You were educated, currently doing a post grad. A life built for wealth and success... Completely unlike a chav's, who merely tried to imitate wealth without ever succeeding. Perhaps that's what made this so special. Perhaps that's what made this feel like the greatest gift you had ever gotten.
Because a proper chav was welcoming you. Allowing you to pretend, if for a second, that you were one of them.
It didn't matter there was a whole ocean between you and all the real chavs. You had always fancied them. You loved how they looked, how they spoke. Their vulgar and lower class simplicity. The abundant stupidity of their appearance, yet always enhanced by a certain masculinity that was so unique to them.
How many times had you fantasized about becoming one of them? Alone, at night, only accompanied by your trusty hand? You even loved imagining the dehumanizing way wealthier people would treat you, or think of you, were you to become a proper chav.
Meeting Kai, thusly, had always felt like a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it gave you an opening to see the world like a chav could and did. But it was a curse too, because it reminded you how you'd never be one of them.
This package? This gift? It was the nicest thing Kai could have ever done for you.
"Don't stand there lookin' thick, luv!" Kai said, interrupting your musings with a laugh. "Get off yer clothes! Let me take a proper look at ya! Then, you'll try 'em clothes on. Model them for me. How does that sound, bruv? It'll be a proper time, innit?"
Cheeks heated up as you nodded.
This was different to anything you had done before. One thing was to send and receive pics. But to get undressed in front of him? Sure, it was through a zoom meeting, but it felt so... Meaningful. So trascendental. Like this marked a before and after on your relationship with Kai. Were you truly ready for this?
You knew you would obey him. Not only because you wanted to. But also because you loved the idea of this ignorant sexy man giving you orders. A complete reversal of the real order of things. Were this in person, most would see you as above him.
No one had to know what you did in private.
First you shirt went off. A nice button up. It looked nice on you. Made you look professional.
Then the pants. Fancy dress pants. Somehow you knew they wouldn't look fancy at all if Kai was the one wearing them. Class and the features of his face were like water an oil. They repelled each other quite strongly.
Socks went next. You made sure to raise your feet up, so he got a view of how the nice dark fabric slid down your skin. Doing so for both feet.
Finally, your underwear. There was no reason not to get it off. He had already seen your dick before. And, besides, you were so hard right now that it was pointless to hide how excited you were from this. The bulge was so prominent enough it was impossible for Kai not to notice it.
Thus, you were naked. Kai was nodding, obviously appreciating the view. He was taking a drag from his cigarette.
"What a view, bruv. Yer a proper lookin' lad, so you are," he said, after exhaling the smoke. "Why don't ya turn around so I get to see ya whole, hmm? Gotta enjoy the view since I can't touch ya from here."
Biting your lip, you obliged.
You didn't go too fast. Allowing Kai some time to inspect your naked body. He whistled in approval, clearly enjoying this whole experience.
"The clothes, bruv. Try 'em on. It'll be like yer a proper chav like me. Promise ya that," he said, with a smile that should have made you pause.
Yet whatever hesitation or suspicion you may have had was utterly silenced by your horniness. The idea of becoming a chav, even if only as a role playing thing, was simply too arousing to ruin it with any kind of cynicism. Kai obviously couldn't have any ill intentions. What could he even do to you when he was on a completely different continent?
You took the Calvin Klein briefs. Were they real? Honestly, you couldn't say. They had to be new, right? But there were some flaws on the manufacturing that made you question that perhaps... Oh, who cared? This was about immersion, not perfect logic. So what if they were fake? Or if they were badly made? It would make the idea of becoming a chav all the more authentic.
Right?
They slid easily in place. Hugging your bottom very nicely. Playful, you moved your hips, showing your now clothed ass to the camera as you moved it from right to left.
And as you did so, your ass changed.
Both ass cheeks were inflating. Pushing the fabric outwards. It made you stop in shock. Looking at your own image on the zoom call, you witnessed your butt cheeks swelling. Until they were round, perfectly spherical. You now had an undeniable bubble butt. One of the nicest you've ever seen.
"This doesn't make any sense! What's happening to my butt...?" you asked, in shock. Was this a prank? Had Kai sent you boxer briefs with inflatable padding, or something of the sort?
A quick check was enough to prove that hadn't been the case. On the contrary, your butt had simply grown on its own. How? You had no explanation. Kai seemed awfully calm about it. Was he responsible? Or were you just imagining it?
Changes hadn't stopped however. For suddenly the briefs weren't as tight as they had become instant ago. You checked you ass, to see if the swelling had diminished to any degree, but no. Your new bubble butt remained unchanged.
That meant...
Looking at your bulge, you were devastated. As quickly as your ass had grown, your cock and balls were dwindling away! Hooking your thumbs on the waistband, you checked the damage. Whatever you had between your legs was not what you were familiar with. It was so small! An uncut tiny cock. Tiny even though it was as hard as it could be. It couldn't be more than three inches. Part of you feared it was closer to two!
And your balls? They had also shrunk. The whole ball sack higher and tighter. As if they had never dropped at all.
"Don't worry, bruv!" Kai said, with a grin that made you shudder. "I like my lads with tiny pricks. Makes 'em love my huge hog even more. Every one of 'em love to be dwarfed by me, honest!"
Shouldn't you be upset? Part of you was sure you should have. Yet Kai's words had made your devastation disappear as if it had never been there. Plus, it didn't matter how big your cock was. What mattered was how you used it. And since you liked guys like Kai to be in control... Well, you didn't need to use it for much beyond cumming.
No one needs a big cock for that. If anything, it may be easier to cum now than ever before...
"Put on the trousers now, luv!" he instructed, giving another drag to his cigarette.
Smiling... Because you were smiling for some reason, you followed his order. Taking the gray sweatpants, you put them on. Making sure the camera of your laptop was angled in such a way Kai could see you do it without any obstruction.
At first glance, the pants looked too big. Or maybe just too long? You just knew they wouldn't fit right. Not enough to complain. After all you were grateful that Kai had thought about giving you clothes to live your fantasy of being a chav. Even if just for pretend. If he had gotten the wrong measurement, it was an honest and easily forgivable mistake.
Yet, as you put them on... They seem to fit just right. It didn't make much sense, compared with the pants your had earlier. This pair was clearly longer and...
Why did the room feel smaller?
Checking your legs again, they looked longer. The fancy pair of pants... Of trousers look too small for you now.
Your legs weren't just longer, however. They had a really nice shape now. The shape of a man who plays soccer... No, football every weekend with his friends... Nice, well toned muscle, filled in the best of ways. Your thighs were just thick enough for your massive butt to make sense.
"What a sight, bruv. Yer shaping just right. Go on now. Get the shirt on, mate!" Kai said, distracting you again from your thoughts.
And so you put on the t-shirt. Immediately your physique began to change underneath. Lean, but in shape. Your pecs protruding enough to be considered as such. The t-shirt was tight, showing the trim shape of your torso exactly as it was now.
A sure bet was to say you spine had lengthened. The room looked smaller again. How tall were you now? Somehow you felt you had to be 6'1" feet tall. Maybe a bit more. Definitely not less.
Kai didn't let you get distracted with how much you had grown. He reminded you to keep putting on the clothes he had sent you. And so, you put on the jacket of the tracksuit. As you did, your arms changed. Although still lean, as the rest of your body, they filled with muscle. The muscles of a real man... The muscles of a working lad...
It was funny. Normally you would describe yourself as skinny. That wasn't inaccurate now. But, it was different. Now you were toned too. Trim. Like a man who wasn't just thin, no. You were strong. You were masculine. And you knew how to use these lean muscles when the occasion called for it.
Next were the socks. Kai reminded you. What would you do without him? He was so good at giving orders. It was so easy to just obey him, to just do whatever he wanted. Even if it was obvious. You were getting dressed, and your feet were still bare. Of course you needed your socks! But you hadn't thought about it yet. Not until he said to put them on.
Then the sneakers. They looked so much bigger than your usual shoes. In fact, they were next to each other. The sneakers were easily three sizes bigger. Surely they wouldn't fit? They had to be too big... There was no other possibility...
You hadn't given any of your measurements to Kai, now that you thought about it. Why had he bought you clothes? There was something weird about that, wasn't there? Then again, maybe he was just being nice... Kai always knew what to do... Why assume any ill intent?
Somehow, despite your scepticism, the sneakers were the right fit. They were huge, and yet... They weren't too big. If anything they felt a little snug. Well, you just had to break them in! All shoes were a bit snug at the beginning, weren't they?
"Yer almost ready, luv!" Kai said, as he finished his cigarette. "Only one thing left. Only one thing until you look like a proper chav!"
You laughed. Oh, how much you wanted to believe him! But you knew things didn't work that way. Clothes didn't make the man despite the saying. Your hair certainly was too dapper for that. Your eyes looked too intelligent. And you were healthy. Never smoked. Never drank. This was all pretend. Nothing more.
You took the chain in your hands. It was a nice one. Not something you'd consider using if it weren't for Kai's kindness and encouragement. Looking at the image of your face, as well as Kai's, on the screen of your laptop, you decided to put the chain on.
Eyes widened as soon as you did. It was unbelievable! Your face began to shift almost immediately! So did your hair!
The face was masculine, yet young. Younger than you were, at least. Not that you were old, at twenty three. You just felt younger, as if you had just turned twenty recently. The irises of your eyes had also changed. They were lighter now. Green? Blue? Maybe Gray? It didn't matter. Whatever color they now sported, it wasn't the usual brown you had grown up with.
Your new beard was something you felt proud of. Although, in your heart of hearts, you knew you shouldn't be. It clearly wasn't full, and it would take a lot of time to look like a proper beard. If ever. But it didn't matter how wispy your facial hair was. It was a way lf showing how manly you truly were. That was more valuable than anything.
As for your hair? You now had a fade. On the sides and the back. All the length was at the top. Still short, mostly messy. And you thought it was lighter too. Closer to blond than to black, even if it was still brown.
Overall, you were unrecognizable. Even to your own eyes, you didn't look like the American doing a post grad. But like the a regular chav from the UK. If you sat next to Kai at a pub, no one would see anything worth paying attention.
It was impossible to help the smile forming on your face. Your teeth! They were different too! Slightly crooked, not as white. They did look healthy overall, but in a more natural way. A guy with such teeth probably never needed braces.
"Woah, bruh! Look at that. I'm a proper chav now, innit?" you claimed, ecstatic.
Only to cover your mouth in shock. What was that? You hadn't intended to speak like a chav! In fact, any time you had tried to use the accent before—always alone—you did multiple and obvious mistakes. Your accent now was identical to Kai's!
Even the register was different. Deeper. Slower. Rumbly. With a lazy, almost clumsy way of saying each word.
"Bloody hell! Is that me voice, bruv?" you asked, looking at the screen, looking at the ever smiling Kai for any sort of explanation.
"It is, luv. So it is," he said, as if he was the wisest of men. "Exactly what ya wanted, I'm sure. To become one of the lads! And that I did, so I did."
Although the marvel you were feeling was great, that still gave you pause. What did he mean? How could he have done this? Magic wasn't a real thing, so it's not like...
Wait. Why were you denying magic's existence? You looked completely different! You sounded completely different! In no way you could recognize yourself anymore. No one could!
And... Why was it so hard to think about anything? Something here was fishy. It had to be. You just couldn't figure it out. A part of you knew it had to be obvious, yet any time the conclusion felt on your grasp, it just seemed to promptly fly away out of your reach.
"The package, me dafty!" Kai said, with a chuckle. "That's what changed ya, luv. I chose the clothes meself. It was like so great too. This clerk bloke told me I needed to see these magical clothes. That they'd 'life changing' or whatever. Didn't believe 'em. Why would I? But cheap it was, so I bought' em. Cheaper than any other clothes I e'er bought, bruv. And now I saw how it made you into a chav just like me! Well, almost... Couldn't have me fella be any smarter than me, could I, luv?"
Just like him...
No. That couldn't be true! Sure, the idea of becoming a chav was hot. But as long as it was skin deep. The way Kai described the transformation... It didn't sound so superficial. If your intelligence was on the line...
Your stomach plummeted. You were proud of your smarts. Of your effort, of your education. The idea of losing them was hot, certainly. But only as a fantasy. Actually experiencing it was a other matter entirely.
But were you really dumber? Perhaps Kai was just being cheeky. Laughing at your needless panic. There had to be a way of turning back right? There was no way Kai had transformed you permanently without asking you. And he had no way of telling of you were any stupider... Or did he? You couldn't be sure.
This had to be a role playing thing. It simply had to be.
"Don't worry, bruv. Don't stress that smooth brain of yers. Yer too thick now. And it's only going to get worse. Betcha ya don't even remember a thing 'bout what you've studied, huh?" Kai's voice was trying to be soothing, but they only felt chilling.
"I do remember!" you yelled, yet your deeper voice sounded uncertain. "I studied for years, bruv. Years! I ain't so thick as you say... I'm proper smart, I am! Like, for example..."
Suddenly your mind was blank. You couldn't remember a thing of what you've studied. Not even the basics. Even the most introductory of lectures had completely been erased from your brain.
You stepped back, unable to say a word. Eyes widened in panic. This couldn't be! You were smart! You were educated!
But were you?
Memories of going to college were quickly disappearing from your mind. The idea of doing a post grad was ridiculous. Not only because you were too young, but also because you couldn't even recall finishing high school anymore. Did you? Honestly you couldn't tell.
You just knew you didn't study for your A levels... Wait a minute! You weren't British! You'd never even have the chance to try those tests! Instead you had to... As all Americans, you had to...
What did you had to do? What did you do?
"Fuck, bruv! I can't... I can't remember shite," you said. "It's like I never went to college, bruv. What did ya do to me?"
"What ya wanted, luv," Kai replied, laughing. "Didn't ya say it? How hot ya thought us chavs were. How hot it'd be to become one of us. There's no point on complaining, mate. This is yer life now."
"That's not... It can't be true, bruv! It just can't!"
Your voice didn't sound convincing at all. It was hard not to simply believe was Kai was saying. Of course you liked the idea of being a chav. But only when it was a fantasy, when there weren't any real consequences. When you wouldn't lose everything just to embody this erotic drea..
"But it is, luv. Proper truth, I swear," Kai replied, taking a final drag of his cigarette, and then blowing the smoke towards the camera. "I can prove it, even. Try to tell me yer name. Just try. I assure ya, you won't remember it."
A smile formed on your lips. Of course you remembered your name. It was... It was... What was it?
"It's Jayden, bruv. It is now, that is," Kai said. "Suits ya. A good name for a proper chav such as yerself."
You shook your head. That wasn't your name! It couldn't be...
Yet every time you tried to remember your real name, none other appeared. Only Jayden. Your surname was different too. Something common. Something a working class lad could have that would not raise anyone's eyebrow.
"This can't be! It's not me name, bruv! I ain't a chav for real! It's the clothes, bruv! Just the clothes! I'm a smart fella! I'm American, bruv!"
It was almost worth a face palm. Until now you hadn't been able to think about removing your new clothes. You were transformed from wearing them. It was only logical that removing them would reverse the effects. Or so you sorely hoped.
Perhaps you hadn't thought about it because they were so comfortable... As if they were made for you to wear... As if it was the proper thing for you to wear... Why would you want to go back to your stuffy clothes?
No! That wasn't what you truly believed in! You had to take these clothes off. Pronto. There was no other way of returning to your original self.
"Just try, luv," Kai said, with a smirk that should be infuriating yet you couldn't help but find ridiculously hot. "Just try..."
Your hand immediately went to your pants trousers. You tried to pull them down and...
You weren't at home anymore.
In fact, you weren't even standing. Suddenly you were at the driver's seat of a car. How did you even get it in here? And when? It was so dark out. That didn't make sense. The sun was still up just a moment ago.
Kai's window showed it was night where he lived... Maybe...
No! That couldn't be it. You couldn't be suddenly transported to the UK, right? That was impossible. You were, like... How far was the US from the UK? It wasn't something you could remember, but at least you knew there was like a sea in between... Or was something else? Maybe a desert? That couldn't be right...
Bloody hell it was difficult to think!
Thankfully, the car was parked. Your level of agitation most certainly would have made you crash, otherwise. The question was: where were you? And why were you in this car?
It wasn't a nice car. Not only because it was dirty, with rubbish everywhere while also having an obnoxious cigarette smell. But also because the car looked old, and cheap. Something that had to be inherited, or bought second hand.
Looking outside, you were in the parking lot of an apartment building. Of a council state, to be precise. With a gulp, you left the car, wondering how would you get back home.
Or even if there was a home to return to.
Feeling lost, you leaned on the car. Your car, since you had the keys for it. It was locked now. It was your doing.
Not thinking about anything at all, you surprised yourself once you lighted a cigarette. Your new body was so used to the move, it hadn't required a conscious thought at all. It was almost scary.
Am I even myself? I can't recall a thing... Just Jayden, bruv... I'm just Jayden...
Such a thought made you crave the soothing feeling smoking gave. Closing your eyes, you surrendered yourself to this addiction an hour ago you would have not partaken in at all.
It felt so natural now.
"Oi! Jayden, luv! Why are ya all alone here, bruv? Let's go home, I need that mouth of yers on my prick," Kai said, standing next to you.
Kai... He was... Next to you.
That's impossible! He was in England and you... You... Where were you supposed to be? You knew you weren't British! That you weren't truly a chav! There had to be a way of...
His hand caressed your cheek. Your knees weakened, your eyes lost on the vulgar charm of his features. How handsome was he! How wonderful was he! Why would you be upset about him being close?
You were the best of mates. He was the love of your life. Shouldn't you be happy he's here with you? That he's generous enough to love you back?
"Kai..." you said, a stupid smile blooming on your face while a smirk appeared on his.
"Yes, it is me, ya dunce! Now let's go home, luv. I need yer pretty lips on my prick, not sucking a fag."
A part of you still thought about the other meaning of that last word. But as he guided you upstairs, you couldn't remember what it was supposed to be. No bother! It wasn't ike you were a smart guy, anyways. Kai probably knew. He always knew better than you did.
The apartment wasn't a surprise. Almost spartan due to how bare it looked. No decorations, minimal furniture. The only visible luxuries were a big TV, with a PS5 you and Kai were still paying with your job as binmen, as well as an old laptop with a just finished zoom call. Yet there wasn't a sofa, just two plastic chairs. There was some rubbish around, mostly boxes from takeout and used beer cans.
The bedroom wasn't any better. It was so messy. It smelled so bad... Yet how familiar and, thusly, comforting that felt! Dirty clothes everywhere, more beer cans, old gay porn magazines scattered on the floor. And the bed? Didn't have a frame. The sheets weren't properly in place.
They smelled like cum and sweat. And smoke. The best smells in the world, if anyone were to ask you!
"We're pigs," you said. It wasn't a complaint, nor a celebration. A simple statement of the facts. A declaration that felt almost too important for how simple it had been.
Kai looked at you with amusement.
"If it bothers ya, luv, ya can always act like a maid and tidy up. I'm chuffed with how things are, bruv. This is how men live proper. I won't move a finger to change a thing."
"It'd be bollocks, luv," you agreed, nodding with a dopey grin.
"So it is," Kai said, holding your face. "Now get in yer knees, and show me what that pretty mouth of yers can do."
And you did. You so did.
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A week later, when you arrived home, you couldn't help but be remknded this hadn't always been your life. There had been a time when you weren't a dumb chav. You had been an intelligent American man, one who had dignity and a future.
That life was completely gone now. You had barely remembered it had happened this whole week. Since blowing Kai's cock that first night, you had not thought about who you used to be once. Not until now.
You should be frightened. You should be furious. You were about to be somebody, but now...
Now you're Kai's bruv. You're Kai's obedient pet. Always ready to please him, always ready to suck his huge dick (so much bigger than your own, which you loved), always ready to shag no matter the circumstance. Your ass was made to be claimed. So Kai said, and if he did, it had to be true.
Whoever you were before, it didn't exist anymore. You're now just Jayden. You always were and you always will be. Jayden, a dumb chav, destined to a life of poverty and ignorance. And a worshipful lover of Kai.
This was your biggest dream, back then. And now, it was also your truth. Until the day you died, and perhaps even beyond that.
But for now, you had to rest. The work day had been long, and you knew Kai would return. Horny and ready to use you as he liked.
You had wished for this, and you were too dumb to regret it.
Valentine's Day Gift
“Are you for real?” Amanda placed her hands on her hips, “We’ve been together for how long? And this is what you get me for Valentine’s Day?”
“C’mon Amanda, don’t be that way.” Jared smiled, “Seriously, I really think...”
“I really think you weren’t thinking.” She pushed passed Jared and grabbed her coat, “I can’t believe you.” She marched towards the door, “I told you how I felt about that.”
“Wait, Amanda, please...” Jared reached out to her, but the door was already slammed in his face, “Amanda!” He called after her, but she was already far gone.
Jared slowly shut the door to this apartment and sighed.
“God damn it.”
He walked back to his room, his thoughts racing. A part of him felt terrible- he seriously thought Amanda would come around to his gift. But at he looked down at the box on his bed, the realization hit him just how stupid he was. The “Pleasure Suit” was still in its packaging. Jared had spent weeks researching and saving up for this special Valentine's Day gift, convinced it would take his relationship with Amanda to new heights of ecstasy.
This kind of suit was becoming increasingly popular- a form-fitting bodysuit embedded with advanced neuro-stimulators and pheromone dispensers. Apparently, when worn, it would heighten every touch and sensation tenfold, turning the wearer into a living, breathing sex toy perpetually primed for pleasure. The manufacturer claimed it could make even the most vanilla lovemaking feel like an earth-shattering, mind-blowing experience. Jared had seen demonstrations on some of the more hardcore porn sites he frequented.
“I really thought she’d jump at the chance to spice things up a bit.” He thought, sitting down on his bed, “But I guess this is a bit much.” He couldn’t help but imagine her all wrapped up in the tight, black latex- her body trembling with pleasure, “The videos made it look so hot.” He muttered, feeling his dick chub up a bit. He let out a dry chuckle, “Oh come on, it’s just some black latex.” He mumbles.
He pulled the Pleasure Suit out of the box, running his hands along it. He didn’t know how the suit enhanced pleasure- for all intents and purposes, it was just a garment. Yet, as Jared's fingers caressed the sleek, glossy surface of the Pleasure Suit, he shivers slightly, a pulse of excitement running through his body. The material felt cool and smooth against his skin, almost electric.
“So good...” He mumbles, “It feels amazing...”
Jared thoughts slow- his mind focusing solely on the suit. Almost in a trance, Jared brings the suit up to his face, inhaling deeply. There's something intoxicating about the faint scent that fills his nostrils. His cock twitches.
“Maybe... maybe I should wear it...” The idea resonates within his brain, blocking out any rational thought. His breath quickens as he holds the gleaming black suit up to his body, imagining how it would cling to every curve and contour, “Just to see how it feels...” he mumbles, almost drunk on the concept.
Almost mechanically, he removes his clothes and casts them aside. With a deep breath, Jared slowly slides one leg into the waiting sleeve of the suit, gasping as the smooth, cool material engulfs his skin. He steps into the other side and shivers as the latex wraps around him, now seeming to move almost of its own accord.
“Ohhh fuck...” The sensations intensify as the suit encases his thighs, tiny nodes along the inner lining beginning to pulse gently, “Fuck...” He releases the suit, yet it continues wrap around him, no longer needing his assistance.
Jared grunts, biting his lip- his cock now at full mast and pulsing with need for release. The suit slides higher, immediately enveloped his member in snug, vibrating heat.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” He cries out as the suit's hidden mechanisms go to work, caressing his shaft with expert precision while teasing his swollen balls.
And before he can even register it, the suit invades his tight hole. Jared's eyes roll back in bliss as the tendril breaches his entrance, sliding deep inside with slick ease. It coils and undulates within him, seeking out his most sensitive spots. When it finds his prostate, it begins to massage the gland with focused intensity, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through his core.
“OH GOD OH FUCK YESSS!!!” Jared wails, his hips bucking erratically as the dual assault on his cock and prostate pushes him rapidly towards the edge.
But the suit keeps him on the edge, using pleasure to keep Jared’s mind unfocused and distracted. Lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure, Jared barely registers the rest of the suit slithering up his torso and arms.
“Mmmnngghh... s'g-god... c-can't... t-too much...” he slurs drunkenly between gasps and moans.
He feels it conforming perfectly to every muscle and contour. The latex hugs his biceps, highlighting their definition, and ripples across his abs and pecs like a second skin. Every movement sending pleasure coursing along his skin and directly to his cock. His thoughts grow hazier by the second, consumed by the relentless pleasure.
“S-so f-fucking g-good... n-never wanna t-take it off... w-wanna stay like th-this f-forever...”
As the latex creeps up Jared's neck, he tilts his head back with a shuddering moan. His breathing grows ragged as it engulfs his jawline and cheeks, the world narrowing as it begins to conform to his face and over his eyes. In a moment of clarity amidst the haze of lust, Jared realizes with dawning horror what's about to happen. But before he can react, the latex covers his head, plunging him into absolute darkness. He opens his mouth to cry out, only for the suit to force itself past his lips, invading his throat and forming a perfect, lewd O shape.
“MMMPPHHH! GLLKK GLLKK!” Jared gags and chokes around the intrusion stretching his esophagus.
Jared's panic subsides as the suit works to remove his gag reflex, allowing the intruding latex to slide further and effortlessly down his throat without discomfort. And as Jared is swallowed up more in the bliss of the Pleasure Suit, he can make out words flashing before his eyes.
.......Dual User Settings: ACTIVE.......User 1: Jared Lansing.......User 2: PENDING.......User Preferences: PENDING..........User Sync: 0% .......Directives: AWAITING USER 2..........
But Jared couldn't process what any of this means. His mind shattering further as wave after wave of pleasure from the suit occupies his every thought. And he falls back onto his bed, completely overwhelmed...
Hours later, the sound of fumbling keys and slurred cursing announces Kent's drunken return to their shared apartment. He grunts as he shuffles through the apartment.
“Yo Jared, broooo....” He slurs, “How’d you’re night go, buddy. Buddy?” Stumbling into Jared's room, he pauses, blinking blearily at the sight before him, “Well, well, looks like my boy Jared finally splurged on a new fucktoy."
Kent chuckles, kicking off his shoes haphazardly. “Ah probably that gift he was mentioning or something...”
He lurches closer to the bed, peering at the doll, “Damn thing looks real fancy though. Look at that cock.” Kent reaches out to grope the firm, muscular chest on display, his hands then wandering to its cock, “What’s the smell...” Kent’s eyes are half-lidded as the smell of rubber fills his nostrils- his thoughts slowing even more.
He leans in closer, taking in a deep whiff of the rubber. He holds back a moan, and in the corner of his eye notices the inviting 'O' shape mouth. A wicked grin spreads across his face and in his drunken state, a brilliant idea forms.
“Well, well, looks like this toy is just begging to be used,” he slurs, fumbling with his belt. With clumsy movements, he frees his hardening cock, giving it a few strokes, “Don't mind if I do, right buddy?” Kent straddles the toy’s head, positioning himself above that tempting opening, “Hope you don't mind sharing your new toy, roomie.” With a grunt, he starts to push his thick cock past Jared's stretched lips, groaning as the slick latex engulfs him.
Kent groans and thrusts faster, using Jared's mouth like a cheap fleshlight. Jared’s mind now registering the thick cock invading his mouth... its taste... its smell... But any horror is suppressed as his mind is bombarded by even greater sensations of pure pleasure. The suit rewarding him for his use. Drool leaks out around Kent’s cock as he chases his release. With a loud groan, he hilts himself deep and starts to cum directly down Jared's throat.
“Fuuuuck yesss, swallow it all you rubber slut!”
Kent moans, pumping load after load into the latex sheathing Jared's gullet. At the exact moment of climax, Jared's vision flashes again:
User 2 Identified: Kent Fields........User Preferences: UPLOADING........ User Sync: 10%.........Directives: PENDING UPLOAD
Somewhere in the depths of his pleasure-addled mind, Jared registers a new presence, a foreign consciousness briefly merging with his own as Kent's essence is pumped directly into him. The sensations intensify tenfold and in that moment, panic fills him. And then everything goes black...
Valentine's Gift Part 2
Final story of the summer sequels! A sequel to Valentine's Day Gift Part I. Hope you enjoy!
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The front door slams open as Jared enters the apartment, the familiar stench of stale beer and sweat assaulting his nostrils. He crinkles his nose in disgust, kicking off his shoes haphazardly.
"Yo roomie!" Kent calls out from the living room, sprawled lazily on the couch. "How was work today?"
Jared plops down heavily beside him with a weary sigh. "Same old same old. You?"
How could he going to explain to Kent that a majority of this thoughts centered on a sex toy? It had been a week since he wore that damn suit and yet it remained at the forefront of his mind. All other thoughts- pertaining to work, pertaining to Amanda- were just drowned out.
"Eh, you know me," Kent replies with a lazy shrug, scratching his belly. "Bumming around, looking for a job. Maybe I'll get lucky and score some cash tonight at the casino." He gives Jared a sly wink.
Maybe I should wear it again? Will it feel even better the second time? Why haven't I worn it again? What actually happened that night?
"Hey, Earth to Jared."
In one night that damn suit seemed to have done more damage than he could've anticipated. His relationship with Amanda seemed over. He hadn't seen his friends. His work was suffering.
"Jared?"
"Wh-what? Sorry, spaced out for a bit." Jared shook his head, "Don't you think you should focus on getting a job instead of blowing your money at the casino?"
Kent lets out a loud belch, scratching his unshaven chin. "God you're no fun. But speakin' of cash… you hear about that new sex suit everyone's wearing these days?"
Jared shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "Um, no, can't say that I have…"
"Dude, it's crazy!" Kent continues enthusiastically, oblivious to Jared's discomfort. "Apparently it makes everything feel ten times better. Like, mind-blowingly good. I saw a video where this chick came just from trying to put it on!"
Jared swallows hard, his heart pounding. He tries to play it cool, but his voice comes out strained. "That's uh, that's pretty wild…"
Kent nods eagerly, "Totally! Oh man, I'd love to get my hands on one of those bad boys." He sighs wistfully, "Can you imagine? You'd never want to take it off!"
Jared forces a laugh, trying to hide the nervousness creeping into his tone. "Ha, yeah, I bet." His palms grow sweaty as he rubs them on his pants, "Sounds pretty intense."
Kent leans forward, his eyes lighting up. "Oh man, and get this - apparently people are making bank just by wearing these suits and posting it! People actually pay to watch that shit." He grins, rubbing his hands together greedily. "Talk about a sweet gig, am I right?"
Jared feels his stomach twist into knots, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his voice cracks slightly. "Wow, really? That's uh, that's quite the business model…"
"Right?" He laughs, giving Jared a playful punch on the shoulder, "I wouldn't mind that kinda job, you agree?"
Jared's dick throbs with pleasure for a moment, "Uh ye- no... I don't know..." He sighs and glances around the apartment, avoiding Kent's gaze.
"Right... Well, anyway, I um, I may have forgotten to mention, but I might be a little short on rent this month. Unless I win big tonight!" Kent chuckles.
Jared feels a twinge of irritation, but it's quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar sense of indifference. Normally, he'd be livid at Kent's irresponsibility. But lately, Kent doesn't really bother him as much. With a casual shrug, he waves off Kent's concern.
"No worries, man. I've got you covered this time."
Kent's eyes widen in surprise, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Really? Dude, you're a lifesaver!"
Jared nods absently, his mind already drifting elsewhere. "Sure, sure. No problem." He stands abruptly, stretching his arms overhead with a yawn. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to my room for a bit."
With that, he turns and ambles towards his bedroom, leaving a confused Kent staring after him. As Jared closes the door behind him, he leans against it heavily, his heart racing. The mere mention of the Pleasure Suit has him on edge.
"I need… I need to get rid of it…" He breaths, but his head hurts, he feels sweat forming on his brow. When did it get so hot?
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing the small space of his room. "Get it together, Jared," he mutters to himself, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings swirling within him. "It's just a stupid sex toy. Nothing to get worked up over." But even as the words leave his lips, he knows they ring hollow.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Jared strides purposefully to his closet and pulls out the sleek black case containing the suit. His hands tremble slightly as he opens it, revealing the glossy latex interior. His fingers trace reverently over the smooth, cool surface of the suit, a visible shudder running through his body. Kent's words replay over in his head. The images flash through his mind - faceless figures writhing in ecstasy, their bodies glistening with sweat beneath the skintight latex. He imagines himself among them, lost in a sea of pleasure, all inhibitions stripped away…
"Fuck…" he groans, his dick tenting in his pants. With shaking hands, he strips off his clothing and carefully lifts the suit from its resting place, "Just one more time," he whispers, his resolve crumbling. "One more time and then I'll get rid of it…" He tries to convince himself as he lies in bed with the suit, "I shouldn't… I don't…"
And it starts. The latex wrapping around his feet, adhering seamlessly to his skin. He gasps sharply as it envelops each toe, the material pulsating gently and sending tingling jolts of electricity shooting up his calves.
"Oh god…" he moans weakly, squirming.
He feels it crawl methodically up his legs, coating his skin, conforming to every curve and hollow. It leaves nothing untouched—no pore, no nerve ending ignored.
"Fuck..." He throws his head back, his mouth opened in a silent moan, "Wh-why..." It feels different this time- somehow even more intense.
When it hits his inner thighs, Jared bucks involuntarily with a strangled cry. His cock throbs urgently, desperate for attention as the latex teases maddeningly close to his straining erection.
"Please…" Jared begs, his voice ragged with need. He tries desperately to reach for his aching cock, but the latex has already crept up to his shoulders, immobilizing his arms at his sides. He squirms helplessly, his muscles straining against the unyielding embrace of the suit.
It's torturous, being denied the relief of his own touch. The latex continues its inexorable ascent, now blanketing his chest, squeezing his nipples into stiff peaks. Each brush against the sensitive buds sends shockwaves straight to his painfully erect cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Jared wails, his hips bucking frantically into empty air. Tears of frustration prick at the corners of his eyes, "Let me... Nnnnhggaaahhh!"
Jared groans as he feels a slim appendage slide between his ass cheeks and breach his tight hole with startling ease. It burrows deep inside him, stretching and filling him. Instinctively, he tries to grind back against the intrusion, desperate for more stimulation, but the suit has him completely immobilized now.
"Aaahhnnn! Oh god oh fuck yes!" he cries out shamelessly, all dignity abandoned. His eyes roll back in bliss as it begins to stimulate his prostate.
"Gonna… gonna cum… pleeeease!" he sobs brokenly, reduced to a babbling mess. But the suit denies him that sweet release, keeping him suspended in agony-inducing ecstasy, "N-no more… I can't… it's too much!" Jared wails.
But the relentless onslaught of sensation shows no signs of abating. If anything, it seems to be growing more intense, more targeted, as if the suit is learning his body's responses and exploiting them mercilessly.
The suit climbs steadily up Jared's neck, coiling possessively around his throat. He tilts his head back with a shuddering moan, knowing what's coming next. The latex slithers over his parted lips, forcing his mouth into a lewd O-shape.
But before the inevitable happens, the door bursts open. "Yo, roomie, you decent?" Kent calls out, strolling into the room without knocking.
Jared freezes, eyes wide with panic as he stares helplessly at Kent. Drool leaking around the gag in his mouth.
Kent stops dead in his tracks, blinking in confusion at the scene before him. "Whoa, dude… what the hell?" Kent throws his head back, guffawing loudly at the absurd sight. "Holy shit... you had one of these things? And here I thought you weren't kinky." He grins, sauntering closer to inspect his latex-clad roommate, "Damn, they weren't kidding about how intense it is!" His eyes move to Jared's straining, latex cock.
Jared squirms futilely, his face burning with humiliation. But Kent just waves off his embarrassment with a grin.
"Relax, man, I ain't gonna judge. Hell, I'm kinda jealous you got your hands on one of these bad boys before me!" He saunters closer, eyeing the suit appreciatively.
"Y'know how I was mentioning all the cash people were making off filming themselves," Kent muses, rubbing his chin. "All those pervs online would pay big bucks to see someone lose their minds in one of these." Kent grins mischievously, "I've been thinking of how'd I make some cash off this if I ever got my hands on one of these." He muses, "What if you, dressed in that suit, do everyday stuff around the apartment? Like you take orders and shit. People love that submissive shit. We put it up online, charge folks to watch." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, "Could be fun, right?"
Jared's eyes widen in shock, his mind reeling at the audacity of the suggestion. But before he can formulate a response, the suit finishes its conquest, sealing itself fully around his head with a soft hiss. The world narrows to a tunnel of black latex, his senses hyper-focused on the relentless pleasure coursing through his veins.
In an instant, a message appears, suspended in the darkness behind Jared's sealed eyelids: ………………
OWNER: Kent Fields.......USER SYNC: 100% ……………… USER PREFERENCES:.......Domestic Servant.......Submission Training………………DIRECTIVES:.......Wear suit at all times unless otherwise specified.......Prepare Owner's meals daily.......Keep shared spaces clean and tidy.......Follow Owner's every command without hesitation.......Display arousal while performing tasks.......Consent to filming exhibitionistic content for Owner's profit..........DIRECTIVE STATUS: ACTIVE
………………
A single tear rolls down Jared's latex-sealed cheek as he absorbs the implications. In his pleasure-fogged mind, it's already difficult to resist the pull of compliance.
"So... is that a deal?" Kent raises an eyebrow, "Cause I really need a sandwich."
The suit pulses around Jared's body, as if savoring his submission. With that, Jared's legs tremble as he rises unsteadily to his feet, the suit supporting his weight. He sways slightly, disoriented, before the suit guides him towards the kitchen with a gentle tug.
"Fuck yeah, looks like I got my answer!" Kent grins, "Oh shit... Wait! I need to grab my camera!"
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