Power Rangers - Fan Service

Ross grabbed the bottle of water and got in the lift, slapping the top button. He had been working at the convention centre for less than a day and he was already exhausted. The man had taken the job with the expectation that it would be easy work, giving him the chance to stare at cosplay competitions and chat to a bunch of nerds, but he had been running ragged. Just when he had thought he had a chance to relax and flirt, chatting to three enthusiastic trekkies, his radio had blared and he had been called away. One of the actors doing a signing session later was thirsty, and Ross had been told to take water to her room.

As the lift soared ever higher, he idly tossed the bottle from one hand to another. He had had his fair share of actors and celebrities already that day, and they had all proven to be the same: Fussy, demanding, and with an air of superiority that clearly some fans loved, even if Ross had no idea who most of them were. He hoped that the water would be the last time he would have to deal with them, and he could back to pretending to work. The lift pinged, the floor reached, and he stepped out onto the plush carpet.

“I’ve got some water for you”, Ross said as he reached the door. His knuckles rapped against it, and he double checked the room number was correct after a moment of no response. Just as he was about to call his boss, the door slid open.

Inside the room was a young woman that Ross vaguely recognised, dressed casually in a shirt and jeans. Her light brown hair was in a smart side parting, and she smiled at Ross, spotting the water. A great warmth was radiating from the woman – an infectious, bubbly magnetism that left Ross stunned for a moment.

“Thank you so much!” she said, reaching out to take the water. “I’m Jacqueline, by the way”, she added, quickly unscrewing the water and taking a sip. “What’s your name?”

“Ross”, he said, somewhat shocked that the actress cared. He could tell she wasn’t just being polite, she was genuinely interested. As she looked at him, Ross noticed something behind the bright smile. There was a tiredness there that was hidden a second before. “Are you okay?” Ross asked, daring to hazard a more personal question beyond the pleasantries expected of him as a staff member.

“I’m fine!”, Jacqueline said, but the smile wavered. “Just tired, that’s all. It’s been a long convention, and I’m trying to keep up appearances for the signing later.”

“That must be exhausting”, Ross said, and Jacqueline nodded along in quiet agreement. “Power Rangers, right?” he asked, finally remembering where he recognised the woman from. “You must have a lot of fans waiting for you.”

“I’m sure I do!” she said with a thin-lipped smile. “I love meeting them, but sometimes it gets hard, you know? I don’t want to be rude about them, but I’m feeling a bit too socially exhausted to pose for photos and sign hundreds of autographs.”

“Still, I’d rather be doing that than my job! Shame I can’t take your place!”, Ross said, moving back towards the door.

“Wait!” she called out, touching the door before he could reach it. “Do you want to try something? I’ve got an idea that could help us both.”

Ross paused, shutting the door. The woman had walked over to a bedside table in the hotel room and had picked up a bright yellow helmet that Ross immediately recognised from the show.

“I think you could take my place, Ross! And no one would know once you’re in costume!” Jacqueline said, smiling. Ross furrowed his brow, looking at the woman. They were completely different sizes, Ross far taller and bulkier than the petite actress.

“I don’t think that will work”, he said. “Nice idea, though!”

“Trust me, Ross. At least put the helmet on and see”, she said, proffering it up to him. “For me?” she added, her voice like honey, her face beaming. Slowly, Ross took the helmet from her. It was heavier than he expected, solid and weighty.

“You had to wear this for the show?” he asked, raising it up above his head.

“It’s not too bad once it’s on, I promise!” she said, watching as Ross lowered it down. The mask pressed in tight over his head with a mechanical hiss, the air being jettisoned out as it sealed in around his neck.

“It’s a little tight!” he said, feeling his breath bouncing back against him in the confined space. “And I can’t see!”

“I’ve not turned the visor on yet. Don’t worry about it”, she said. Ross felt reassured, her slightly muffled voice soothing his worries. “If you really want to help me, I need your complete trust, no matter what happens, okay?” Ross nodded his head, and though he couldn’t see it, a smile had crept to Jacqueline’s face.

“Let’s get to work!” she said, moving closer to him. “I’ve just got to take your clothes off to put the costume on – I hope you don’t mind!” she said sweetly, her fingers going to his shirt. Quickly, she unbuttoned it, pulling it aside to expose his chest. The chill of the circulated air of the hotel room made goosebumps prick up along his arms. Skilfully, Jacqueline unbuttoned his belt, Ross feeling the lapse of pressure across his torso and hearing the jingling of the button as it fell to the floor. The woman began to pull down his jeans.

“Do you really need to do everything?” he questioned, stepping out of his shoes and socks to make Jacqueline’s task easier. He could feel her come in closer, him now standing just in his underwear. The fact that he couldn’t see her made the sensation of being undressed oddly thrilling, with each gentle touch of her hand coming as a sensitive surprise. Inside his underwear, he could feel his member stirring and hoped that the woman didn’t notice.

“Everything”, she purred, touching at the waistband of his pants. “Someone’s a little excited!” she said teasingly, spying his exposed manhood. Ross was glad that the mask covered his face, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. “I think you’ll enjoy wearing this suit more than you’d expect…” she said, her voice trailing off as she went to the side of the room. Ross was frozen to the spot in anticipation, able to hear the creaking of leather as Jacqueline approached. “Let’s start with some leggings! The suit might feel a little tight, at least at first. You trust me though, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Ross said, hearing his own voice loud inside the helmet. Jacqueline’s hands slowly played down his legs, lifting each foot in turn and sliding it into the leg hole of the leggings. She moved behind him, her body pressing tightly against his own as she bent down, slowly pulling the garment up. The leather was skin-tight, stretching and rubbing against Ross’s legs as it gradually rose higher. He could hear Jacqueline’s small voice straining behind him. It felt tighter than any clothes he had worn before, and he only hoped Jacqueline was right and that it would soon feel more comfortable. With a final tug, the leggings rose up over his manhood, his bulge squeezed into place by the leggings. It curved over his rear, and Jacqueline pinched it with a giggle.

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist!” she said, grabbing another garment. “Next up is the skirt!”

“The skirt?” Ross asked, still reeling with shock after the pinch.

“That’s right.”

“Don’t you have anything more masculine?” he asked.

“Ross, the yellow Power Ranger is a girl. You wouldn’t want the costume to be inauthentic, would you? What would the fans think?” She smiled, coming closer, and took Ross’ confused silence as acceptance.

She brought the skirt up over the leggings. Ross could feel how it squeezed his legs together, his thighs rubbing. With each inch that Jacqueline sensually brought it up, he hoped that it would stop, but soon it had settled on his waist. He moved a hand down to the hem, feeling the similarly leathery material between his fingertips. It was just long enough to cover the bulge that had formed, exacerbated by the leggings, but now thankfully hidden.

“Only a few more pieces! Thanks for doing this for me, Ross! I really appreciate it”, Jacqueline said, grabbing the next part of the costume. “Stick out your arms – this jacket might feel tight!”

Ross did as he was told, and Jacqueline was right. He could feel the leather sleeves squeezing his arms as the fabric tried to accommodate his body, far larger than the actress it had been designed for. Still blind, he felt along the front of it for the zipper, finding the lower hem overlapped with the skirt. He started to pull the zipper fully up, but Jacqueline moved his hands away.

“Not yet! You’ll understand why in a second…” she said, Ross hearing her voice fade as she went off for more parts of the costume. Soon, he felt soft, pliable leather stretching over his hands as Jacqueline slipped on a pair of gloves. Next, she slid on a pair of boots. Ross struggled to stand, his feet and calves feeling crushed as the boot was pulled up to just below his knee. As he tried to keep steady, he felt a slight heel in each boot.

“I’m not going to be able to walk around with these on…” Ross said. He heard Jacqueline giggling behind him, her arms going around his waist as a tight belt squeezed his lower torso. She clipped on the large buckle in front of him, compressing his gut as Ross gasped. In a moment, Ross felt more straps coming over his shoulder, and more hard buckles clamping down on his wrists. Jacqueline prodded something on one shoulder that felt heavier than his other one.

“This is my Morpher – I’ll be able to keep an eye on you in this, so don’t go running off in the suit!”

“Does it work?” Ross said, moving one strained and gloved hand to poke at it.

“Of course! No expense spared with this costume, I can promise you!” Jacqueline said, pressing a few buttons on it. “And now, let’s finish up the final part!”

With a final flourish, Jacqueline pulled the zipper up in one smooth motion. Ross felt it connect with the seal the mask had around his neck. A tingling charge shot through his body.

“What’s going on?” he said, his hands going to the zipper, but his leather-clad fingertip found no purchase.

“Just making sure it fits!” Jacqueline said delightedly.

Ross could feel her small hands squeezing and rubbing at his feet, trapped inside the boots. Strangely, he could feel his bones underneath crunching, but instead of the expected pain, each crunch sent a burst of pleasure through him.

“You trust me, don’t you Ross?” Jacqueline said, her voice now coming from beneath him. Ross nodded weakly as another pleasurable shock shot through his body. Ross realised that the pressure that had surrounded his foot had disappeared. He wriggled his toes, feeling the leather flex perfectly with them. His feet had shrunk down, the boots now fitting. Jacqueline’s hands moved slowly upwards, kneading his legs into a new, smaller shape. Ross felt as though he was shrinking, the touch of her hands growing more sensitive with every squeeze as his legs were made shapelier. The leggings were still clinging tight, but Ross was glad they weren’t as uncomfortable as before. Now, he felt as though he could wear them all day, the leather sending more waves of bliss through him.

Jacqueline’s hands moved up underneath the skirt, and Ross moaned softly as she squeezed his behind. His flat, mannish rear was soon gone, sculpted into a curvy, feminine behind. Ross could feel his breath hot inside the mask, bouncing back against his face. He knew what was happening, but the change felt too good to resist.

The belt around his waist tightened with a pull from Jacqueline, and Ross felt more air shoot out of him with a pleasured moan. His voice had shifted higher, and when he took a breath back in, his whole torso felt smaller, more compressed. Jacqueline’s deft hands were squeezing his flesh through the jacket, sculpting his body into a smaller, more feminine form. He felt his shoulders crumble, followed by more helpless moans inside the mask. He was literally putty in her hands.

His arms were squeezed smaller as she worked along, slight muscles forming beneath the tight leather. Ross could feel Jacqueline’s fingers interlacing with his own, and when he stretched out his fingers, the gloves fit perfectly. Even inside the mask he could hear the leathery creaking of his fingers rubbing against each other. His body had shrunk down considerably, the man now standing comfortably in a lower centre of gravity. Ross panted inside the mask, the remnants of pleasure still working its way through his changed body.

“Now just a few finishing touches…” Jacqueline said, her voice close in his ear. He heard her plant a kiss on the side of the mask, and in an instant the breath inside of it felt further away. He blinked rapidly – not that he could see, and his ears popped as they adjusted. He could feel a slight cushion around his smaller head as hair sprouted from his scalp.

Before he could voice his surprise, Jacqueline’s hands moved to his chest, kneading his pectoral muscles. He moaned softly as her fingers found more purchase, soon massaging a pair of breasts. Ross could feel his nipples going hard, pressing up against the leather that covered every inch of him. Beneath the jacket, two soft breasts had formed. His gloves hands squeezed them, and Jacqueline moved lower, her hands rubbing the bulge that was beneath the skirt, wrapped tight in leggings.

“One last thing…” she said coyly, increasing the frequency of her rubbing. The pleasure was overwhelming for Ross, his new legs shaking with the sensation. Just as he felt an orgasm coming, Jacqueline stopped, the last vestige of his masculinity vanishing inside of him. “I’ll let you sort that yourself!” she said, her hands moving away from the new vagina, dripping in unfulfilled desires.

Ross could feel her hands on his shoulders, each touch continuing the pleasure. He could feel the woman leading him down the corridor, back into the lift. Just as the doors closed, the visor clicked open, and suddenly he could see. He stared down at his new body, clad in the brightest, tightest of yellow costumes. “Enjoy! And send my love to our fans!” Jacqueline said as the door closed, blowing a cheeky kiss and leaving Ross going down the lift alone.

Before Ross had time to process what had just happened, he found himself walking onto the convention hall. A horde of adoring fans soon surrounded him, excited whispers passing between them. Ross lifted off the mask, feeling the air and light on his new face for the first time. Long hair, previously restricted by the helmet, now burst out, tumbling over his shoulders, every subtle movement perfectly encased in the yellow leather.

“Jacqueline!” shouted a fan, running up to him and waving a note for him to autograph. Ross nodded, quickly taking a pen and signing it. He was Jacqueline now, and he had to start acting like it.

Jacqueline made her way amongst the crowd, signing merchandise, answering polite questions, and taking many photographs. Strangely, her voice came naturally to her, at first sounding odd, but the more she spoke the more she felt comfortable hearing Jacqueline’s chirpy voice coming from her soft, pliable lips. She found that she was even able to answer questions about the series that she had no idea how she remembered, giggling and joking with her many fans. She had been worried she’d be unsteady in the heeled boots, but she stood confidently, albeit shorter than she had anticipated. Seeing so many people eager to speak to her filled her with a strange sense of unearned popularity, but the more photographs taken and questions answered, the more Jacqueline found she enjoyed the new role.

But, as much as the fan meet-up was enjoyable, there was something else she knew she was desperate to try. Every hand that touched her sent a teasing, pleasured sensation through her. The final touch of the ‘real’ Jacqueline had left her desperate, wanting more. As a strong hand from a fan went around her waist, she felt that same weakness in her legs return once more. She smiled for a photograph, sandwiched between the fan and his girlfriend, but her cheerful expression masked the arousal that was building.

“You know, if you want to hang out later, we’re in room 201…” the man said, his hand lingering just above Jacqueline’s rear for a moment too long to be just friendly.

“We’re both big fans – we’d love to get an inside look inside that suit”, the girlfriend added with a flirtatious smirk. The couple walked away, holding hands. The desperation was building, and Jacqueline knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the offer, growing wetter inside the leggings again.

Jacqueline finished the meeting as fast as she could, rushing through the last few autographs while the relentless pleasure built. If she was being let loose in this body, she needed to completely let go. As fast as she dared, she made her way across the convention floor and over to the hotel, eventually navigating her way to room 201. By the time she knocked on the door, she was already on the cusp – the mere thought of letting the pair explore the body inside the suit intoxicatingly blissful. The boyfriend opened the door with a satisfied smile, and Jacqueline could see his girlfriend lying in her underwear on the bed beyond it.

“I didn’t expect you to get here so soon”, the boyfriend said smugly. “We were just about to get started…”, he said, taking the speechless Jacqueline’s gloved hand and leading her to the bed. “We’ve always been curious about those suits, how they would feel…” he said, his girlfriend nodding in agreement.

Jacqueline took a deep breath and let herself lose control. The couple’s hands grabbed her gloved ones, their bodies soon rubbing against her own. She was lost, unsure who she was even kissing, moaning softly as their tongues toyed with her own. The suit caressed her body, heightening every touch and kiss.

She felt small feminine hands go to the zipper, tenderly pulling it down. She gasped as her cleavage was revealed, pinching at her nipples with gloved hands. The girlfriend joined her, teasing her fellow woman. She rotated around, kissing Jacqueline deeply as she felt the man’s hands brush against her leggings, slowly pulling them down.

“I’d like the suit to stay on, if that’s okay”, he said. Jacqueline moaned her approval between kisses. Her body felt more alive than ever, every nerve sending signals of bliss to her brain. The man had stripped down, his hard member erect. It toyed with the skirt, raising it. Jacqueline knew she needed it inside of her, to fill the gap in her pleasure she needed.

“Fuck me”, she demanded, locking eyes with him. The man grinned, pulling down the leggings and pushing himself inside of her. Jacqueline pulled away from the kisses for a half second to moan. The shaft slid smoothly inside; her vagina already soaked with arousal. Within the suit, she could feel her breasts bouncing as he thrusted deeper and deeper.

“He can’t have all the fun!” the girlfriend said playfully, stripping down. Soon, Jacqueline had the woman’s vagina right in her face, and she licked it eagerly, the moans of the woman above her mixing with her own. The new ranger closed her eyes in bliss.

Soon, an energy had built, and Jacqueline could feel both man and woman on the edge of orgasm. She sped up her frantic licking, increasing the pressure on the woman until she grabbed at the headboard, wailing in bliss. At the same time, she could feel the man doing a few final thrusts, grunting with the effort, and his hot spray burst inside of her. The orgasm that Jacqueline had been desperate for then finally arrived, crashing through her body. She lay panting in the suit, pressed tight between her two partners.

Much later, after all had had their fill, Jacqueline looked up from the bed to see the boyfriend returning from the corridor.

“Weird - room service just dropped these off”, he said, holding out two bright helmets, similar to Jacqueline’s own. The man looked to his girlfriend, smiling contentedly in bed. “Want to try them on?”

Jacqueline thought to the Morpher that still clung tight to the suit. A mischievous smile crept to her face as she realised what had occurred – the real Jacqueline must have been listening in and had some more suits to spare.

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