THE ATTIC CLEAR OUT: MOTORCYCLE LEATHERS
@recentrift couldn't help but leap at the opportunity to grab the old motorcycle leathers, it wasn't often you'd find such a treat for free after all. But these leathers, like many of the objects stored in my attic, were no ordinary pair, and he needed to change if he was going to be able to use them well.
Eager to try them out, he began to slip them over his legs, failing to notice them tightening with new muscle, ckearly well trained after many an hour in the gym, and on his bike. The leather now fitting tightly, as he continued to slide into the leathers. He still failed to notice the changes as the arms, and then whole chest, became enveloped in the leather. But once he was fully sealed into the suit, and it knew it had him in its grasp, that was it.
A sudden squeeze, the suit compressing around his entire muscular body, almost pulsing with strength, tightening and loosening repeatedly, pushing its power into his body. He could feel it, overtaking him, forcing its way inside. He was no longer the same mine. He was a biker now, the best biker, a mere puppet to the leathers. Throbbing on his cock, forcing him to moan in pleasure, forcing him to obey the leather. He no longer had any need for thoughts, his mind an empty shell. Leather was all he could think of now.
Reaching down into the box the leathers came inm geabbing a baseball cap to slide onto his head, giving his crotch a tight squeeze, grinning cockily as the suit commanded. This was a man of true power, THIS was a man worthy of the title of biker.
My attic contains many mysterious items, cursed and magical, that I need to be rid of. Perhaps you can find what you need here.
