Helium

Everything else is accentuated too, the fat of his belly, the curve of his ass. The way the fabric stretches dangerously tight across the swell of chest. And to make it all worse, he can very clearly see the outline of his underwear across his thighs beneath the thin fabric.

A knock at the dressing room door startles Aether out of his thoughts.

"Aeth, hurry up! We're all waiting to see!" Dew calls excitedly from the other side of the door, and then he knocks again even louder, for good measure.

"Just a second!" He answers back in a panic, face going red hot. He'd never really been self-conscious about his body before, but the way that the skintight fabric of the bodysuit clings to every curve and bulge and swell of flesh is jarring, to say the least.

He feels exposed.

Dew knocks again a moment later and Aether capitulates. No going back now, he supposes with a sigh.

"Alright fine, come in!" he calls, face still burning red.

The door swings open and Dewdrop walks into the dressing room, followed closely behind by Mountain, Swiss, and Rain.

Aether turns to face them and instantly, Dew stops dead in his tracks and bursts out laughing like a maniac.

"Dew!" Rain scolds immediately. But as soon as he sees Aether for himself, he gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.

Swiss wolf whistles, and Mountain stands dead silent beside him, staring.

Aether is so mortified he could die, but before he can say anything Dew composes himself enough to stop laughing. He wipes a tear from his eye and points directly at Aether's crotch.

"Holy fuck, Aether, look at that thing," he says, genuinely in awe, still pointing between Aether's legs. "That is a fucking weapon," Dew continues despite Aether's obvious misery. "Papa's gonna get arrested if he walks you out on stage like that." And then he's laughing again, like he can't help himself.

Aether would like to disappear, thank you very much. It doesn't help that he's the only one in costume, the rest of them having had their fittings a few days prior. He curls in on himself self-consciously, turning to face away from his bandmates' prying eyes.

That just makes it worse.

"Holy shit," he hears Swiss say the second he gets a glimpse of his ass. Mountain draws in a shaky breath.

Aether groans, scrubbing his hands across his face. He's ready for the experience to be over as soon as possible.

"No, no, Aeth, are you kidding me?!" Dew exclaims, finally acknowledging Aether's discomfort. He steps in close and reaches forward to run his hand up the length of Aether's torso. "You look fucking amazing like this." He stops to rest his palms on the swell of Aether's tits. Two perfect handfuls for Dew.

"All wrapped up like a gift," Swiss agrees with a grin, moving to stand directly behind him, admiring the view from behind once again. Aether yelps as Swiss presses himself against his backside and cups one of his ass cheeks in the palm of his hand. Beside him, Mountain grunts in agreement as he crowds in beside Swiss and Aether feels one of his big hands squeeze its own handful of his other cheek.

"Mm," Rain hums stepping up besides Dew. He runs an elegant hand across the swell of his belly, traveling slowly, slowly downward, agonizingly slow. Trailing those perfect fingers down his body until he cups Aether in his palm and squeezes.

Aether yelps. Things have taken a turn quickly; they've got him boxed in now, crowding in and touching all over his body. Appreciating every curve and swell, every inch of flesh. All of his muscles and fat, so many sensations that Aether goes dizzy with it, self-consciousness beginning to fade away with the pleasure of being felt up by so many roaming hands.

Instead he focuses where he can. On the way Dew kneads at his tits, pinches his nipples through the fabric. The way Mountain leans down to mouth at his neck as he glides the palm of his big hand up and down, across the curve of his ass cheek and up to his hip, down to the meat of his thigh and back up again. He feels Swiss press up against him, the way he squeezes the muscle of his behind, fingers pressing into flesh hard enough to bruise. It takes his breath away. He's fully hard now, too, with the way Rain is squeezing him, working him up. The bodysuit was tight down there before, but with his cock fully filled out it's even more restrictive.

"You're so fucking hot, Aeth," Dew murmurs, standing up on his tippy toes to nip at Aether's shoulder, fangs pricking the delicate fabric of the bodysuit. "Look so good like this," Aether gasps and he feels Dew grin against him, still squeezing and pawing and kneading at his chest.

In front of him, Rain drops to his knees to nuzzle at him. Drags his lips across the front of the suit, mindful of the crystals that dot the fabric. Aether groans and tips his head back against Mountain's chest

"Dew," Aether hears Rain whisper. "Look."

He sees Dew look down to where Rain sits between his knees.

"Fuck," Dew whispers back. Aether is so hard that the fabric of the suit doesn't stand a chance in concealing anything. It does nothing to hide him, and Dew can see it all. The outline of him so clear and visible that he can see the ridge of the head, the tiniest dark spot soaking through at the tip. He can see it all, the thick vein running up the underside, the swell of his balls, hanging heavy against the seam of the suit's crotch.

The way they're all over him feels so good he's dizzy. He's long lost count of whose hands are whose, of who is touching him where. Are those Dew's hands squeezing his thighs? Swiss' hands reaching around to knead at his chest? Is that Mountain's hand, bigger than all the rest, stroking the length of him through the fabric? Are those Rain's soft lips, nipping playfully at his balls, mouthing at his crotch until the fabric goes damp?

He closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling, of being overwhelmed by the group of them worshiping his body. Telling him how good he feels, how perfect he looks. Delicious, like a treat. A gift for them to enjoy. How they can't wait for the world get to see him like this too. Fully exposed, on display like he was always meant to be.

"Dew, I - fuck," Aether chokes out. "I - I think I'm gonna…" he trails off with a groan, hips twitching up. He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as Rain nips at his tip once again.

Behind the rush of blood in his ears, he hears the sound of the zipper being dragged down. Feels it click, click, click down slowly, one tooth at a time until cool air hits his chest. Dew works to peel the bodysuit off of him, multiple sets of hands chasing every piece of newly exposed flesh as it goes. Rain helps him as he gets lower, tugs and shimmies that tight, stretchy fabric over his belly, down his hips, and past his thighs. Someone drags his briefs down until the whole uniform pools around his ankles and he's left completely naked, pressed between the four of them.

He opens his eyes just in time to look down and see Rain take him properly in his mouth. The 360 degree mirrors in the room offer him a view of everyone with their hands on him and that's enough to set Aether off immediately. He comes with a shout, sagging back into Swiss and Mountain's waiting arms.

He opens his eyes and Dew swoops up for a kiss, filthy and deep, licking his way into Aether's mouth until they're both moaning into it. When Dew pulls back, Aether is left panting and sweaty. Completely taken apart with his brand new uniform still sitting in a puddle at his feet. Mountain wraps an arm around his waist as Swiss helps him step out of it.