A story about Bodysuits, Secret Agents and once in a lifetime chance. Feel free to suggest where the story should go next and the photos of hunky dudes that should accompany it 😁 I was sitting at home tucked away in my bedroom. Like every day after work I would come back, kick my boots off and take off the motorbike jacket. Hang away the helmet making sure it can dry up, cause no one like when the helmet gets too smelly. Then I’d take the pants off, heat myself a meal, head to the bedroom and would eat while watching some brainless Netflix show on my tablet.

While watching the show I’ve heard some commotion outside. I live in New York with my bedroom windows looking out into a back alley between two apartment buildings. From the 3rd floor I can still hear what’s happening outside, but fortunately I also get some sunlight and the noise isn’t as terrible as it would be somewhere lower down.

While I’ve looked outside I’ve noticed a well-built, dark haired guy who seemed like he was looking for something, or maybe rather someone. I’ve hid behind the curtain and continued looking. It doesn’t happen often to see a handsome dude in this area. And another biker too. He was holding his helmet in one hand and a duffel bag in another.

While still looking around, he continued walking down the back alley. He must have been walking towards his Ducati which was parked further down the road. To my surprise he stopped along the dumpster bins and threw in the big bag he was holding. I was already wondering how was he planning on taking that on the bike, but this solved that problem. It created another though. Why would he throw away a completely new bag full of stuff? I felt like I needed to investigate it.

I waited for him to mount the motorbike and ride away. I rushed downstairs to see what was in the bag he threw. Once I reached the bins I opened the one where the bag was supposed to be. And there it was, on top of some office papers and other recyclables. Too curious to not check I’ve unzipped the bag and got startled immediately. From the inside there was a handsome face staring at me with the eye sockets completely hollow… on one hand I was terrified, my heart was racing and I started sweating. On another though I got too curious to not look into this deeper I also felt something more that I couldn’t identify yet at that time. I zipped the bag back and rushed all the way to my apartment. It was heavy, almost as heavy as if there was an entire person folded inside….

As I was climbing the stairs my heart was racing. I’ve started to slowly realize what could this thing in the bag be and I felt my crotch starting to swell up. I’ve only seen things like that in movies and now it seems like I was in luck to find one of my own right below my block. I’ve finally reached my apartment, locked the door behind me and went into my room. I threw the duffle bag onto the bed and started staring at it for a good few seconds. I was wondering what was this all about and why did that dude throw away something so valuable.

I decided it’s now or never. I approached the bag and slowly unzipped it. Inside of it was what could only be described as a bodysuit resembling human skin… at this point I wasn’t terrified anymore, instead I was extremely aroused. The skin suit was of a hunky Mediterranean looking guy, with a chiseled strong featured face. His body was ripped and the muscles big. The suit seemed to be slightly thicker than expected and was retaining all the shapes really well. Upon touching the face a bit of air escaped trough the open mouth, nostrils and eyes, the smell was musky but also there was something chemical to it. Reminded me of glue in some ways. The skin was soft, and was bouncing a bit under my fingers touch. The closest material I’ve known that could resemble this was silicone, but this was something else. Softer and more resembling real skin than anything I’ve ever seen.

My dock was definitely enjoying all this as it was has as rock. I laid the suit down on the bed. It seemed to be exactly my height which I considered good luck. The guy definitely had a better physique than I did. I couldn’t wait to become that guy, as I instinctively knew what this bodysuit is for, but upon closer inspection I couldn’t find any zipper or anything that would allow me to enter it. I started looking for any hints inside the bag. Beside of the suit I’ve also found blue contact lenses and dentures which would give me a Hollywood smile. There was also a great looking gray suit, some really nice suede Chelsea boots. A wallet, with all ID’s issued to Chase Warrington, a smartphone, car keys and house keys. Seemed to me like there is a whole life hidden inside this bag but I still didn’t know why, and what for.

When I turned around to go and look at the suit again I’ve heard more noises outside. There was another guy walking out from the same exit. He was similarly built as the previous one except that this guy was blond and maybe a bit taller. He went straight to the bin, opened it froze when he didn’t see there what he was looking for. He started frantically searching the bin but the bag wasn’t there. As he started looking around I quickly hid behind the curtain and continued looking to make sure he leaves.

It was obvious now that the other guy left the bag for this one to pick up. It seems like they were onto something but I’ve foiled their plans. I suddenly started thinking that I might have pulled myself into some shady business and my stomach squeezed in stress. The guy outside took out his phone and started calling someone. He was yelling and gesticulating, after which he angrily hang up and rushed out of the alley. After waiting a bit more to make sure he isn’t coming back I turned around to face the bed.

I had a quick glance to see if I wasn’t maybe hallucinating it all but Chase was still there , waiting for me patiently. My hardon was instantly back as I got closer to the suit. With no more insights on how to put it on I started exploring it more vigorously. The only opening large enough to do anything was the mouth. I tried stretching it and it opened up significantly. I slid my hand into the suit and it was all covered with what seemed like a mix of sweat and slimy like glue. I sniffed what got captured on my hand and the smell was intense but not unpleasant, the suit was still slightly warmer than the ambient temperature so something told me it must have been worn quite recently.

I knew what I needed to do. Without further hesitation I took my clothes of, sat on the bed and put the bodysuit in front of me. I’ve stretched the mouth and put my feet in. The slimy substance inside made it easy to slide them all the way to Chase’s feet. I’ve adjusted my toes to go right into his and wiggled them to test the movement. The suit was still sliding against my skin, and it felt so good to know that I’m slowly disappearing inside this hunky guy.

I’ve pulled the suit up and got my legs fully in. Next to go in will be my cock and ass. Chase definitely didn’t skip any leg days and his quads, calves and ass looked extra perky. His cock was also a thing worth looking at. I’ve never been unhappy with mine, at 8 inches it was more than enough to give pleasure to anyone, but Chase’s was something else. At least 10 inches and extra thick, it felt like holding a pipe. Both the sheath and the balls were hollow inside and just waiting for my cock to invade them. I slowly slid it in feeling how well lubed up it is inside. My cock filled it out perfectly, almost as if the inside was based on a cast of my own.

I grabbed my new rocket and started throbbing it up and down. It seemed like there were some additional groves inside that kept my dick perfectly positioned but also provided additional pleasure. The whole experience was so arousing that I didn’t notice one significant change. I wasn’t able to move Chase’s skin against mine anymore. The glue started working its way and it sealed my legs completely inside of the bodysuit. I’ve looked back into the bag to see if there is any instruction available or any solvent that would allow me to later take it off but there was nothing.

Thinking what I should do, I decided to go ahead with putting the suit on and worry about the consequences later. This was my dream opportunity and I wasn’t going to spoil it by overthinking.

I continued pulling the suit up, the musky smell embracing me with each pull. My dick still extra hard was demanding some more attention. I knew though that this will be more fun after I complete the transformation. I started pushing my arms in, filling his every finger with mine, warm air escaping as I pushed further in. His hands were also bigger than mine, but it felt so natural to have them. The suit was heavy when I was holding it before, but now that it was embracing me and matching my every move I could barely feel its weight. The movement of the suit felt even more natural now, that the glue started setting in. I could feel the outline of all the muscles with my new hands.

I’ve looked at myself in the mirror and what I saw was like if all my wet dreams have combined into one and stood right there in front of me. Except it wasn’t someone else. It was me moving this Greek god-like body. The only thing that wasn’t matching yet was the face. I couldn’t complain about mine, I was attractive enough to be able to get laid with most of the guys I wanted to meet, but I knew that once I take his face on, no one would be able to resist me.

His face was embracing my neck with an unnaturally stretched gin looking like a human face hoodie hanging behind me. At this point I was so turned on I could blow my load any time. The warmth of the suit felt so natural, I thought that with this thickness I wouldn’t be able to feel anything on the inside, but it seems like this cosmic technology material was passing the feeling of touch much more than expected. I started playing with my monster sized cock again and it felt like I’m about to have the best jerk off of my entire life.

With one hand I continued playing with it while with the other I started sliding the slimy face onto mine. Slowly it was coming onto my head, looking like it’s abut devour me. Chase’s face less and less disfigured he started looking like a real person again. And just then with a final snap the face fell into place and I saw how it fits me almost perfectly, looking out his eyes I didn’t see myself anymore, I continued throbbing my cock being on the verge of climax, with final few adjustments the face felt perfectly aligned and as it started setting and gluing into mine I shot the biggest load of my entire life staining the mirror in front of me.

For a moment I completely zoned out, when I opened my eyes again and looked into the mirror, I couldn’t believe again what I’m seeing. The chiseled face, the body of a young Greek god. I smiled and touched my pecks. The confidence was oozing out of me. Still looking at myself I said:

-Hey there Chase, I think we will have some fun together

And to my surprise it wasn’t my voice that came out. It was deeper and more powerful than mine. The surprise quickly disappeared from my… our face, and a confident smirk appeared. One that someone seemed appropriate and matched this face perfectly. This seemed like a start of something great…

Trump: “He’s in a better state of mind now. You can say he’s had a change of identity.”

John: “No! We were about to get married! Please change him back. I beg!”

Trump: “Unfortunately I can’t, the transformation is permanent.”

John: “What do I do now?! I don’t know if I can live without him!”

Trump: “There is something we can do..”

John: “What is it?!”

Trump: “JD please come here.”

JD: “Yes sir?”

Trump: “John, you can join Erick.”

John: “Join him, what do you mean?”

Trump: “There’s another me, so why not have another Vice President as well?”

John: “No, absolutely not.”

Trump: “JD, what do you think?”

JD: “I think he’d made a wonderful JD clone. Come here son.”

John: “What?! No! I didn’t agree to this! Get off of me!”

JD: “This will be over soon.”

*Transformation happens*

JD: “How do you feel?”

JD(John): “Like a new man. Ready to work Sir.”

Trump: “It’s ok, son. It’ll be over soon.”

Erick: “NO! My life is just getting started! I’m getting married to my boyfriend tomorrow!”

Trump: “Enough! You’ll enjoy being me. An old straight Republican.”

*Transforms*

Erick(Trump): “I do!”

Trump: “Good, now get out there. I have some other business to attend to.”