TG Caption ~ Skinsuit Machine

As warm droplets of tired sweat flew in different directions, the exhausted Leon finished one more lap, his hands squeezing his shaky knees that still didn’t get used to the physical stress that the man indulged in lately. 

“Are you good, man?” Inn played the role of the coach and looked a bit worried, seeing his pal in the state that made him look like a helpless dog. 

“Ha…Haa.. I’m fine…” Leon could barely mutter through his heavy breaths. 

When normal people exercise, they prefer doing things gradually, taking the right pace to not overwork themselves too much. This however was definitely not about Leon - just a week ago he was barely passing 3 laps, but today he decided to go add another 5 to them. Sometimes Leon really overestimated his own abilities even though he was still in a particularly good shape regardless. It did not really help that the spring this year started with undeniably scorching sun, making Leon’s blood pressure jump to the degree worth of a high water slide. 

It’s as if everything was trying to mess with Leon today, starting from suspiciously warm wind and his own clothes that were now almost glued to his skin when his excessive sweat became like a glue between his skin and the fabric. To call Inn’s concerns unprovoked would be a blatant lie - the man could barely stand on his legs as his muscles twitched and his eyes wandered chaotically. If anything, he was not fine. 

“Man..” Inn was wearing a disapproving expression, but Leon didn’t really care, not when he was learning how to breathe again. “You know what? You should go grab yourself something to drink.. And me too, of course!” 

“Y-Yeah, perhaps.. You’re right,” Leon finally was able to stand straight as he wiped rainy droplets of sweat from his wet blonde strands. 

“Good! Just take it slow, dude..” Inn rolled his eyes. 

“Mh..”

Most of the time Leon would just walk where his eyes and tired legs led him to, but today he deliberately chose the path that takes longer. The nearby vending machine was located not too far away - there were two different routes, one of which was shorter, yet constantly occupied with a bunch of drunkards that Leon didn’t want to do anything with. Despite the fact that Inn insisted on going with him, Leon was too prideful to let someone be under his shoulder like a constant reminder of his bad habits.

There it was - the cooling treasure, packed up with cans of different colors and tastes. It was the first time in Leon’s life when he felt like he could easily dry out an entire ocean. He, however, quickly attempted to brush the thought off, thinking of it as another example of his unhealthy obsession with overworking and putting too much food on his plate. The penny was already twinkling and dancing between Leon’s fingers until something else caught his gaze. 

At the different side of the room there was another vending machine, the one the man did not see before. Of course, aside from the one that worked solely with drinks, there was also the one dedicated to snacks and bouquets, but this one was brand new - and it looked much fancier than these boring, grey machines that no one bothers to even clean from the dust and grease stains. It looked rather futuristic - with neon lights glowing everywhere, music in the background, the system inside having the look of something that resembled a closet, and a touchpad instead of rusty buttons. 

Leon stepped closer to the mysterious machine, his eyes scanning its sleek, futuristic design. The glowing letters on its surface read: Suit Machine. A fitting name, of course. Now at arm’s length, he took in the details - rows of costumes gracefully hanging from a thick rack. To the left, a digital screen gleamed multiple times, displaying a menu that described each outfit and its unique properties. And by properties we mean not just “tight” or “comfortable” - no, these were along the lines of “makes your brain work better” or “increases confidence”. You could either compare those to some sort of artifact power-ups in some video game or cheap ads you see on porn websites that claim to have found out the new convoluted way to make your genitalia 2 times longer than it already is. Unironically, the latter example was not that fantastical, as Leon scrolled down and chose one of the outfits, reading its description. 

It looked like a very tight bodysuit - nothing too fancy or perilous, but what really caught Leon’s eyes was what kind of properties it held… The description, aside from simply calling it comfortable and adjustable in its sizes, also mentioned the fact that it could increase physical properties of the one who wore it, specifically their huge stamina and the ability to feel fresh even when surroundings turn into a literal wildfire. The thought of it being just some pretty words with little to no substance obviously raced through Leon’s mind, but as he looked down at his extremely uncomfy shorts and completely wet with his sweat T-shirt, he also knew that anything could be better at that point. Oh, yes, he would have to use his friend’s money to be able to buy this, but Leon did not care, Inn could endure some loss of the cash. The excited hands pushed five coins inside the machine as Leon chose the grey color and the size for his new bodysuit.

The music inside the clothing machine was completely disrupted by loud buzzing sounds and noise that started coming from the inside, making it shake slightly and glow. The sight made Leon slightly nervous, forcing him to take a hesitant step back. But the moment he got an idea that he might have just given out someone his friend’s money, the dark drawer underneath automatically opened, throwing the silver package straight into the man’s hands. It took Leon a few seconds to realize what just happened, even after the loud buzzing sounds stopped and the machine stopped shaking as if someone just poured a freezing bucket of water on it. 

Well, even if it all was just a corny way of selling clothes, Leon still let out a small sigh of relief - the money didn’t go to complete waste, at least for him. His hands wandered over the plastic package that he slowly unwrapped to reveal the anticipated costume. Looking around quickly, he noted that no one seemed to be peeking at him, so he quickly took off his sweaty clothes and jumped into his fresh attire. Here, the zip is slowly getting pulled up and… Yes, the size was just perfect! And the fabric felt good too - he couldn’t really understand what material it reminded him of, as it was just as flexible and rubbing as latex, yet soft and comfortable as silk. 

“Hmmm… Well, damn,” Leon huffed, random dissatisfaction crawling straight into his head.

This costume would be an absolute dream-come-true if he didn’t look so ridiculous in it. Really, it looked like it was not really made for his body despite the description. Wait…

Something felt off. The bodysuit was already pretty tight, yet with every second it felt like it was squeezing Leon’s body more and more, almost trapping him inside it. Now Leon could hardly breathe beneath the fabric that was becoming so tight that it was almost squeezing his lungs. 

“Khaaahhh! Ughhhh..” he coughed, trying to pull the zipper down, but it was no use. 

The moment it seemed like bodysuit finally stopped its too tight hugs, the pressure increased again and Leon heard a tight cracking sound right beneath his spine. The pain was short-lived yet still felt, it was a small click slightly above Leon’s butt that made his coccyx straighten slightly. Yet just after that, painful cracks continued as the suit started working on completely reshaping Leon’s body in a way that his ass was becoming more protruded and noticeable while his chest was sticking out forward. At first, the man tried to fix his S-shaped posture, yet he quickly noticed that he was locked in this state and could only accept what was coming for him.

“Ukkkhhh-HAAAAA~~” Leon gasped in pain.

It was if the suit had a mind and will of its own, determined to reshape its wearer to its exact specifications. The bodysuit slowly started crawling into Leon’s ass and spreading in different directions, turning his flat cheeks round and softer - enough to bury someone’s hand in their plush flesh. Cracks intensified, one by one making Leon’s curvy waist stand out more and more with those new wide hips that were now leaving a prominent thigh gap. The skin tightened in his arms, squeezing the muscle out of his body and pushing it slightly lower while also liquefying it into heated fat. As Leon’s small shoulders shook and he finally got an opportunity to breathe, the strong hugs of the fabric loosened themselves slightly, only for two pronounced breasts to push out of his chest in a matter of seconds, slightly bouncing from their glorious and sudden entrance. Tough pectoral muscles dissolved in the sore, thin feminine skin beneath the milky bubbles that finally lowered the zipper slightly with their massive weight, revealing a small window to teasingly show off. But there was no point at stopping anymore. 

“N-Noo, I can’t have..boobs..~” Leon moaned out with his voice that started changing too.

Weirdly enough, the changes did continue with the suit deliberately squeezing the man’s neck until feminine squeals started coming out of his changing lips, changing face, changing hair. 

“Ah..Mh…Ahhhnn~,” he was moaning uncontrollably. 

Even when Leon pressed his two, slightly more full lips together, he couldn’t help but mumble when the suit was playing with his brains and telling him to moan his lungs out. 

“POP!” it was the sound that came out of Leon’s feminized lips. “Ahhh~! More! More! I need this!~” 

Leon’s mind was getting filled with girly mist, his own thoughts and memories becoming completely irrelevant in the sea of pleasure. And yet, the bodysuit was just as sadistic, holding his penis tight and not letting it cum - hell, not even letting him get wet or simply hard. The suit tightened around the hips again, forcing and pushing Leon’s cock straight into his groin until his bag for the balls squished against the pelvic area and opened with small hole in the centre, inviting entrance that could only be even more arousing with a small cherry on top that slightly showed up through the thin rubber-like fabric and rubbed Leona’s most sensitive nerve strings to finally let her get wet.

“AHHH!~ GOD! FUCK, YEAH!..” she moaned, pushing her thin fingers through the cloth.

The transformation barely ended its final touches, yet Leona was already enjoying her newly gifted pussy, her own hands playing with what just a few minutes ago was a proud manhood. What was the point now though? It was electric, thousands of shivers jumping all over her skin when she bites her lip and just lets herself indulge in the pleasure by squeezing one of her new breasts through the cloth while simultaneously pulling her shock button-like clit to send herself to the new peaks of pleasure and ecstasy, like a random jolt that starts in her wet pussy and bounces straight into her excited brains, making her roll her own eyes and stick her tongue out with an imaginary cum on the tip. 

“H-Haaaaahghhh~..” Leona tickled her raspy throat with a few breathy moans.

Needless to say, the effects of the transformation left a distinct impact on her mind, making the woman forget about her past life in a matter of seconds. The skinsuit has found the perfect vessel. Oh, the things she could do now that she had such a decent increase in her stamina…