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Cody's Costume

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The chronivac asks: Spandex superhero

@wannabepup asked: Hi, so I was setting up chronivac when the app asked about my interests to get my personality. I wrote about how I like comicons and marvel superheros and their costumes and then forgot about it, at least until something strange started to happen. Now it's been all day that my clothes feel tighter and tighter and I know this seems weird, but they are becoming spandex? I just wanted to get more fit and confident and I'm really not sure what's happening!

First of all: Unfortunately, there is a user error. You have not filled in your interests but your wishes. And triggered a transformation with Save. Unfortunately, you have specified only a few details, so some changes run randomly. But don't worry, we'll fix that.

That all your clothes get tighter and tighter is correct, that was one of the main desired changes. And yes, currently almost everything is spandex. That's why there are almost only sports clothes in your closet. And a few superhero costumes. The second reason why everything is getting tighter is because your muscles are growing.

But now it turns out that maybe your plan wasn't so well thought out. I mean, you won't be able to go to work in your Spiderman costume. Although you do look very hot in your Spiderman costume! What do you think about a new job as a bike messenger? Keeps you fit. And no one will look at you funny when you walk around in skin-tight clothes. As long as you have your racing bike with you that I have already put in the hallway, everything is no problem.

We could argue about the superhero costumes. With your new body your nerdy interests don't really fit anymore… But how about a new sideline. Stand as a living statue in the pedestrian zone from time to time. Justifies also the clothes. And believe me, I would throw money into your hat. To make it a bit more, I'll add a few inches to your dick. There's nothing like a big bump in spandex.

I hope you realize that this goes beyond normal support. But somehow I like you. That's why I go a little beyond my competence. Only spandex is not nice either. But skin-tight must already be. I hang a few motorcycle suits in your closet. The corresponding Ducati is outside the door. Have fun and stay streamlined!

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Sleepyhead Pt 2

A continuation of my previous story which you can read here. I have an idea for a third installment, hopefully I will get around to writing it a bit quicker than this one.

Tobie started getting a bit restless in the last mile, wriggling against my thighs and tightening around my crotch, doing everything they could to get me turned on. “Hey, cut it out down there, you know I’m almost finished!” I said under my breath. Luckily I still had the rhythm of my feet to distract me from Tobie’s writhing so I got back to the start of the loop with the rest of the running group without too much trouble.

“Coming for coffee Sam?” the group leader asked once everyone got back.

“Not this week unfortunately, Tobes is bugging me to get back,” I said “but next week for sure!”

“Yeah, they’re looking a bit… clingy today” he said, eyes dropping down to my crotch. I followed his gaze and noticed that, to my embarrassment, Tobie had found a way to cling so tightly to my crotch that you could clearly see the shape of my cockhead through their fabric, among other things. They had managed to stretch themself into a pouch that pushed my cock and balls prominently forward.

“Uhh yeah, I should probably get home to give them some attention.” I said, scratching my head, a little embarrassed. I wasn’t shy, especially in front of runners who had certainly shared more scandalous wardrobe-malfunctions, but it’s not what I was expecting from Tobie this morning.

“You two have fun! It was nice to see you both!” He said, pivoting to lead the rest of the group to their brunch destination. I turned to leave, feeling Tobie hug my ass cheeks and snuggle deep into my crack to give the boys one last show.

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"Hey Sam, wait up!"

I was a couple of blocks down the road when I heard someone call after me. I turned to see one of the newer guys bounding down the block toward me, split shorts showing off his slender thighs. "Hey, what's going on uhh.."

"Owen, yeah sorry I told the guys I had an assignment to finish" he said, breathing easy as he reached me. "But truthfully the whole run I was distracted thinking about your partner's situation and I had to ask."

"You want to know how it feels?" I say, cupping my hand around where Tobie had vacuum packed himself to my package. "Why don't you come to ours and we can show you?"

"That sounds... yeah," was all Owen managed to say. asking. He seemed a bit flustered, the way his eyes were glued to Tobie's smooth fabric.

"I honestly appreciate you asking" I said, trying to make him more comfortable. "Most guys in the club would be too embarrassed to admit it but I'm sure you're not the only one who is curious." I turned around to keep walking, running my hand down the inside of my thigh to tease both Owen and Tobie at once.

"Come on, we're just on the corner here."

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"Shoes off, if you don't mind. Our room is just at the end of the hall."

Owen's shyness dissipated as soon as we got through the door, "Can I touch them?" he asked, his small shorts struggling to contain his arousal.

"You can touch both of us."

It was the only permission Owen needed. His hands were all over us, stroking my length through Tobie's fabric while his other hand reached around to feel the tight lycra around my ass. He was kissing my lips and my neck. Tobie seemed to understand what was going on, pulling their fabric tight around my crotch in a regular rhythm. I was a mess, moaning and grabbing at Owen to take it easy.

"These tights feel as good on you as they look." Owen said, still stroking me. "I've never had the courage to wear any myself but I'm thinking I should."

"Do you want to try them on?" I run my hand delicately inside the edge of Owen's shorts, feeling his cock twitch at the suggestion. "I think Tobie would enjoy being wrapped around someone like you."

"I, yeah I would really like that." Owen said, moving down to kiss my cock through Tobie and then down my thigh as he slowly pulled their waistband down. It was slow going with how tightly Tobie clung to my legs, but eventually Owen held my lover in his hands, the running tights looking far too small to have fit in my body.

"Here, lay down and let me dress you." I said, marvelling at Owen's lithe body as he shucked his shorts and laid on the bed. I ran a hand along his torso, kissed him softly. "You're making me jealous that Tobes gets to be the one wrapped around you."

He kissed me back with a smirk. "Well, let's see how close to my body you can get while still remaining human."

I started to pull Tobie up Owen's legs, kissing my way up his bare skin before pulling the leggings up over it. When I got to his crotch I slowed down, kissing and licking gently along his inner thighs, his scrotum and perineum, knowing Tobie would absorb my kisses and saliva into their fabric once I pulled them fully on. I kissed down the length of his shaft, Owen trying not to squirm in pleasure, and then pulled Tobie up fully.

Owen took a sharp breath and bucked his hips as Tobie greedily clung to their new wearer, trying to get him off with the stretching and contraction of their fabric.

I chucked, knowing exactly how Owen felt, his eyes closed as he ran his hands along the tights, rolling his hips against their smooth fabric. "You're absolutely spoiled having a living person as your first lycra experience. There's really no closer connection."

"Oh god" Owen moaned in reply. I didn't think he would last very long so I moved back down to his waist and began gently kissing and licking the lycra vacuum-packing his cock to his abdomen. "I can feel how badly... they want me to cum" was all Owen could get out.

I gave out a soft moan in response, my mouth full of Tobie's fabric and Owen's cock. I wrapped my hands around his waist to feel his ass and his hips bucked involuntarily, right on the edge. After a couple minutes I felt him give in to orgasm. I held him close to me, twitching in pleasure with my arms around his thighs, tobie and I competing to see who could drink up more of his cum.

Owen collapsed onto his back, spent, and I worked my way back up to snuggle against his collarbone.

"I take it you enjoyed your first experience?" I said, caressing him carefully through Tobie's cum-soaked lycra. Not getting a response, I lifted myself off Owen's chest, a smirk playing across my face as I saw he was fast asleep.

Photo is of me. More at spandexparty.com/leggything

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Closer Together

When you brought home those transformation candies to bring us closer together I was wary. We were fairly adventurous in the bedroom and had discovered we both had a thing for lycra but the idea you had of turning yourself into a zentai suit for me to wear was a lot to wrap my head around. It was risky too - we both knew that if one of us came to orgasm while wearing the other, the transformation would become permanent. We had built up a lot of trust together - more than with any of my other partners - but I was still afraid I would lose control and end up losing you in the process.

But we were both still curious and turned on by the idea, so after a few intense discussions, you swallowed the square green candy and gave me a kiss as the transformation set in. At first the candy seemed just like an intense aphrodisiac, you were as hard as I’ve ever felt you and your were touching and rubbing all over my body. Then I noticed your skin starting to take on a green tinge and a fine fabric texture that drove me wild. I ran my hands all over your changing body as we kissed and noticed your cock had become stuck against your stomach - reduced to a quickly shrinking bulge running along your abdomen.

As I ran my hand along your crotch I broke away from our kiss. You looked at me with a mixture of love, lust, and calm before you closed your eyes and let the fabric erase them. I watched a satisfied smile spread across your lips as your nose disappears and I dove back in for one final kiss, feeling your lips bond together into your featureless lycra head.

I lifted you into my lap - you were surprisingly light now - and felt you exhale against my cheek as you began to loose shape. As you wrapped your deflating arms around me, I became afraid you were gone forever - but the buzz and vibration of your spandex skin where I touched you reassured me that you were much more than conscious.

Holding you, I could feel your ache to be worn and as I pulled down your zipper I felt the same desire. Your fabric felt so amazingly alive I wanted, I needed to feel you covering every inch of me. Slipping inside you, one leg at a time, I could barely contain myself - feeling your fabric tingling against me as I slid my leg down. Your toes-holes practically leap onto my feet, tickling my soles. I pulled you up to my waist and felt your vibrations starting to tease my cock so intensely that I pull you back down sharply and scold you to not push me too fast. The way you gripped each cheek of my ass and hugged my abdomen as I pulled you up onto my upper body felt like you were made of muscle - holding tight to my every curve.

Pulling on your hood I was surprised to feel your kiss again, somehow coming from inside your fabric skin. I breathed through your face as you caressed my lips, pressing ever so slightly against my mouth - and against my asshole I noticed - while I reached for the zipper.

Such ecstasy and anticipation as I teased you, pulling the zipper slowly up my back. In a way, you were wearing me as much as I was wearing you holding onto me like a precious possession. Finally, with the zipper pulled all the way up to the nape of our neck we were fully together. I felt the entirety of your full body hug and couldn’t help but rub my hands against your fabric, against my body, against us. I felt you squeezing me ever tighter but I also felt my body flexing and expanding, trying to stretch you to your limit. It must have been a residual effect of the candy but I swear I was growing into you as you pressed into me - pushing into the barrier where I ended and you began until we started to become one.

Sure enough, as I rubbed my hand across our body, it didn’t feel like your fabric, it felt like our skin - the tingling I had felt when I first slipped into you was our tingling now. We noticed my breathing becoming less prominent as our face began to smooth over and felt what used to be my cock melt into a sensitive round bulge at our crotch.

At this realisation of our oneness there was a small moment of panic when we tried to grab for the zipper only to realize that it had melted into our back and that we were sealed together in/as green lycra. It’s possible, we thought, that if we allowed the candy’s effects enough time to wear off we would slowly return to our individual forms - but those former selves felt so empty and incomplete compared to the us we were now. Plus, we were so horny - our whole body teetering at the edge of orgasm as we stroked our beautiful smooth fabric, tickled our lycra toes and massaged our spandex chest, squeezed our squishy bulge and squishier ass.

For a moment - right at the edge - we saw ourselves, both the individuals we had been and the composite we were now, and we decided to surrender our old selves to this new reality. We came together, not with the genitals we no longer had but with our whole beautiful body. Together in spandex bliss we came closer that we could have imagined.

Thanks for reading! All the images in this story are of me. More videos and pictures of me in zentai and other lycra gear can be found on my onlyfans:

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The tingling sensation of the tights bonding with your skin - your features smoothing over as you’re encased forever in sensitive fabric…

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Package Notification Pt.1

Package Notification

The subject line caught my attention as is flashed in the corner of my monitor. I clicked on the notification and read that a delivery had arrived at my apartment and would be held at the front desk until I was able to retrieve it. I wasn’t expecting anything but quickly put it out of my mind, it was probably a free trial I forgot to cancel or something. I deleted the email and went back to the report I had been drafting, hitting the back button on my phone a couple of times to replay the last few seconds of the podcast I had been listening to.

I left work a bit early. It was Friday and I wanted to beat the crowds on the train home. Unfortunately I wasn’t quite early enough to find a seat so by the time I walked through the door of my building I was only thinking about my bed.

The desk attendant perked up as I stepped in, “Hey Andy,” he said “I was just sorting the mail and a package came for you. Let me quick grab it.”

“Oh thanks so much Sean,” I said, pulling my headphones out of ear, “I would have totally forgotten.”

“No problem dude,” Sean replied as he rummaged behind the desk. He was a sweet kid, just out of college. His family was close the folks that owned our building so he usually came back to help run things over summers.

“And— here you are!” He said, as he popped back into view, blowing away a stray curl that had fallen in front of his eyes, “see you around!”

“Thanks again Sean, happy Friday!” I said, waving as I opened the door to the stairwell.

I turned the package over in my hands as I climbed the three flights to the apartment. It wasn’t a meal delivery kit or a pack of razors as I had suspected, just an unassuming grey plastic package with a normal UPS label. No return address for some reason. After fumbling for my key I unlocked the door, set my bag down and slipped off my shoes. Friday at last. It felt good to kick my shoes off after standing for so long.

Package still in hand I went to the couch and tore open its grey plastic as I sat down. Inside the bag my hands felt smooth woven fabric and something else that was stiffly textured. Out of the bag came an embroidered tunic and, as they unrolled in my hand, a pair of soft grey footed tights. My face flushed as I realised what I had received. A ballet costume.

I felt a mix of confusion and excitement. I certainly would have remembered if I had ordered something like this. I loved ballet, the beautiful precision of movement, the romance of the storylines, but really I was in it for the dancers. I loved watching them move, muscular yet flexible, lithe and powerful. The way their costume tights hugged every curve of their calves and thighs, squeezing each cheek of their powerful asses and the curve of their pronounced bulges, it was heaven. I definitely didn’t place the order for this costume, but it certainly didn’t come to me by mistake.

Reluctantly setting the tights and tunic down on the table, I glanced into the package again, looking to see if there was anything else. No shoes or dance belt, but there was a small piece of paper. I reached back in and pulled out the rough piece of card-stock. A note was printed on in flowing script:

Hope this turns your dream into reality.

x

Now I was nervous. I wasn’t exactly open about my, ahem, love of ballet. My closest friends and previous partners didn’t even know, and yet someone had anonymously sent gear to my home which meant my big secret wasn’t as secret as I thought. I pulled out my phone, there was one person who I had connected with online about ballet stuff, but they definitely didn’t know my address and I hadn’t heard for them in a week or so. Nonetheless I sent out a text:

Hey, I just got some ballet gear in the mail. You didn’t send me anything did you?

I was a little nervous and needed to chill out so I went into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Taking the first sip, I glanced back out to where the ballet outfit sat on the table. The anonymous package thing was weird, but it was also definitely hot. And though I loved looking at ballet dancers and often had fantasies about what it would be like to be one, I had never actually gotten up the courage to actually take a class or buy a pair of tights.

Taking another sip of my beer, I walked back out to the couch. I set down my beer and picked up the tunic. It looked and felt well made, different shades of gold and yellow thread in a brocade foliage design against white backing. It was short and tailored in at the waist, probably a bit snug on me, but on a slim dancer it would sit perfectly above the waist - emphasising their toned abdomen and, when facing away from the audience, their powerful glutes. I was getting a little turned on thinking about it. Whether I fit or not, I had to try it on.

I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped off my slacks, tossing them on the couch along with my socks. I hesitated a bit before taking off my underwear, the outfit hadn’t come with a dance belt, but I figured it’s be better to have a vpl than underwear lines. I was half hard already, even if I had a dance belt it probably would have still looked awkward. The soft fabric of the tights brushed against my bare legs as I picked them up off the table and held them up by the suspenders. At least they’d feel sexy to wear, even if I wasn’t quite fit enough to fill them out very well.

Sitting down on the couch I slid my leg into the grey tights, wiggling my toes into the seam at the bottom of the foot. They tingled a bit as I pulled them up over my calves and thighs, the soft tight fabric rubbing against the hair on my legs. As I pulled them up over my crotch they held my balls tight against me and pinned my now full erection against my belly. So much for a dance belt! Pulling the suspenders over my shoulders, I was greeted by the surprising sensation of the back seam of the tights snuggling up in between my ass cheeks. I didn’t have much of a butt to speak of, but somehow the tights still held tight to what little I had.

The tights ended just below my chest, and though I definitely didn’t have the ballet dancer build I still enjoyed seeing and feeling the uniform texture of grey fabric from my abdomen to my feet. I ran my hands along my legs, feeling the weave of the tights thrum with every touch, and my cock straining against the fabric.

I pulled my mind away from the hypnotic sexy feel of the tights, a little upset at myself that I hadn’t tried dressing up like this earlier. But I still had the tunic to put on. I wasn’t sure if I should have put something under it, but the lining was surprisingly soft and breathable against my skin. I stood up, slid my arms into the sleeves, and began hooking the fasteners that went up the front. The waist wasn’t as snug as I had feared and the structure of the garment helped straighten my posture, encouraging me to stand a bit taller than the hunch my desk job had trained me into.

Hooking the last fastener under my chin I looked down and realising I had come to stand with my heels together and my toes turned out, in what I knew to be “1st position.” And as I dropped my arms they fell nicely open and rounded at my sides, allowing my chest to open up and my shoulders to rotate backwards in perfect ballet posture. I chuckled a bit to myself, maybe I picked up more from watching so much ballet than I thought.

I tried to imitate the movements I had seen ballet dancers do, not crazy leaps or turns or anything, just pointing the toe out, to the side, to the back. I knew from somewhere they were called “tendus.” I let my arms move out to the side and above my head in time with my feet. I bent into a deep plie, letting my gaze follow my outstretched hand as it traveled out, to the side, overhead, and then started to repeat the same combination on the other side. I probably looked ridiculous trying to imitate the precise movements I had only watched, but it felt wonderful to move in the outfit.

As I continued to try new things, ronde de jambe, fouetté, attitude; I couldn’t remember where I picked up all these names, the costume felt like it fit me better and better. With each breath in my chest filled out the tunic a little better and my arms and shoulders felt stronger and more sure in their positions. Letting a breath out, my abdomen felt more compact and stronger in the long waist of the tights, my core offering steadier and steadier support and balance to my movement.

I moved from attitudes to a combination centred around arabesques, standing strong on one leg while reaching up and out with my upper body and back with the other leg. I took a couple of steps forward and went into the first arabesque, feeling strength and stability pouring into my standing leg, the grey tights stretched against my thighs, hips, and butt as I raised my other leg further up and behind me. My legs felt stronger and stronger as I continued around the room, my tights more snug and supportive as they nestled into the contours of my legs and sunk further between my ass cheeks. To finished the combination I moved to fifth position and took a small plie to lift up onto the balls of my feet, sous sous. Lifting my arms strong and graceful above my head I felt every muscle, from my calves to my core to my triceps working together to keep me balanced and poised. Satisfied, I descended into a plie and rose back up to finish the combination.

I stood there for a moment, relaxing back in first position and then blinked, blinked again. I looked back over at the table where my beer stood abandoned. Outside the window the sky was almost dark, how long had I been dancing, and how had I known how to do all that stuff? Feeling a little out of control I started to undo the top clasp of my tunic when I caught a look at myself in the hall mirror.

I did a double take, it couldn’t be me. I looked down at myself and then back at my reflection firm pecs, toned abs, powerful thighs clad in grey. It was me and fuck I was built. I turned around to see my now glorious ass, each cheek hugged beautifully by my tights, and noticed the cleft that had appeared on my toned calves - visible even though I stood flat footed.

I couldn’t help but touch, partially to make sure it was all real and partially because I was my own wet dream. I ran my hands along my firm legs and my slender waist and started to undo the tunic to check out my upper body. My laser focus while dancing had killed my boner but as I undid the tunic’s clasps I felt myself start to get hard again. It felt different though, still pleasurable but a different kind of pleasure. Breathing heavy with arousal I looked back to the mirror. I could see myself growing, but it wasn’t just my cock’s outline straining against the spandex, it looked and felt like my balls were growing too, my whole crotch swelling up against its spandex prison. The more they grew, the more intense the pleasure became, but it didn’t exactly feel like an erection.

I it felt almost like a balloon blowing up - a balloon in my crotch filling with anticipation and pleasure. Looking down, I noticed that as my genitals kept growing they began to lose definition, probably due to how stretched out the fabric was getting. As my bulge strained against my tights, my breathing quickened and my crotch continued to get smoother and rounder. My pelvic pleasure balloon steadily expanded until I felt my whole body was surely going to explode with ecstasy and then suddenly— it stopped. Still breathing heavily and still quite aroused I saw, between my newly muscled legs, the perfect smooth round ballet bulge, maybe a little on the big side, but otherwise the most beautiful tights-clad bulge - exactly like I was wearing a dance belt under my tights.

But I wasn’t wearing a dance belt. Was I? Trepidatiously I reached down to stroke the fabric and was greeted by the most pleasurable sensation. It didn’t feel at all like I was touching a padded dance belt, it felt like I was touching my own skin. I continued to run my hand over my bulge, a little moan escaping my lips as I stroked it’s contours. It felt like touching the sensitive head of my cock, my whole crotch felt as sensitive as the most nerve-laden part of my dick.

Equally aroused and terrified I slipped off the tunic and the straps of my tights. As I began to undress I noticed the wiry patch of hair on my chest had disappeared, and as I slid the tights further down to my waist, saw for the first time my beautiful hairless toned core. I ran my hand along my abdomen, wanting to feel every new inch of my body and also afraid to slide my grey tights any further down. But I couldn’t put it off forever. I slid my tights off the toned globes of my ass, over the deep v of my hips and then, my breath hitching as the tights fabric slid away from my sensitive crotch, revealing my perfectly smooth and hairless crotch.

My crotch looked exactly the same as before the tights came off - a round bulge just like you would see on mannequin. I couldn’t help but touch myself again, the intense pleasure felt slightly different without the silky tights over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes as I touched myself, it was a completely different sensation than stroking my cock. Instead of moving in fits and spurts of arousal towards the edge of orgasm, this felt like a continually building sensation, like that balloon expanding again - a pleasure that continued to grow and grow with no sign of impending release.

After thoroughly exploring this new sensation I decided to move to the bathroom to get a better look at myself. I pulled my tights back up to my waist, the feeling of their fabric moving over my crotch almost pulling me into another session of dickless masturbation, and padded to the bathroom.

I flicked the light on and, before I could pull my tights back down for inspection, was distracted by my own face. Maybe it was the glow of arousal but I could swear I looked invigorated, more lively. My eyes looked twinklier and my teeth looked brighter, whiter even. As I looked at my reflection, I noticed the stress induced strands of silver in my hair and the dark circles under my eyes start to fade. Before my very eyes my short cropped hair grew out into a perfectly coiffed hairstyle and my jawline softened slightly - the stubble on my chin fading away. I couldn’t help but smile at myself, a smile that would be perfect for stage lights. Stepping back from the mirror and looking at myself, inexplicably standing in first position again, I realised I had been given the perfect body for ballet, a body I could have only dreamed of.

Finally seeing my whole self, I decided the mystery of how it all came to be mine could wait until tomorrow. Tonight I would just enjoy it. I flicked off the bathroom light and retired to my bedroom. The mostly full beer bottle and the work clothes from my earlier self lay abandoned by the couch as I lay in bed, touching and discovering the pleasures of this new body until I fell asleep.

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