Breaking In the Body Suit

Note: I hate I have to say this but this story has a plus-sized model in it and sometimes I hear complaints for that. We do all body types here and all transformations, if this one isn’t specifically for you, the next probably will be. If you do like this cap, we definitely want to know. Thank you for reading.

I've never prepared a plus sized body suit before.

My fiance and I run a secret bondage club — secret, primarily, because we use the latest technology and secondarily because it's exclusive to high-paying executives who enjoy erotic, gender-bending situations. We meet on weekends. I am the master of ceremonies and the head Dom. Basically, my place in the community is that of a Cult Leader.

As far as preparation and planning, I'm also in charge of breaking in the body suits for the next meeting. You do not know how many people would love to slip into one of these state-of-the-art babies and take a ride.

But it takes steel nerves to prepare them. In the past, many of my followers who I entrusted with the job succumbed to the sensations of the suit and never changed back. I may be a multi-billionaire, but I can't afford donating bodysuits priced in the eight figures to weak-willed subordinates.

For awhile I supervised, watching for external signs of escalating too quickly — usually: eyebrows arching upwards in pleasure or legs gradually spreading wider in an act of feminine instinct and acceptance to cock. But even then it would be too late. The testers would quickly rub themselves to orgasm and become female forever.

I learned my lesson and now I test them myself.

A body suit is not unlike a horse. It takes deft handling to prime it for it's adventures. It must honor the rider and not have a mind of its own.

A suit that cannot maintain division between the wearer and itself is dangerous indeed. These are biological creations, and much like your immune system, if primed wrong it will fight and convert any foreign body it contains — in short: absorbing the wearer into the form of the suit. Forever.

I admit, it's a little early to start dildo play. The suit should be worn and lightly fondled at least an hour before any toys come out. I'm not sure what compelled me to escalate so soon but there is no concern as long as I use this dildo for surface play only. I'm right at the edge of what this suit can handle. It's caressing my cock tightly, but I'm not worried it will strike. I'll ride this edge and the resulting suit will be one of the most pleasurable in our armory.

This is a new model. My fiance has put on a little weight over the years. She has become pleasantly filled out, curvacous, and a favorite at our events. Most of the body suits we use are thin, tall models. She raised the issue with me over dinner last week and I agreed. We could be a little more diverse in terms of body type. That's why I'm in this suit.

I wasn't expecting this suit to be so pleasurable.

The breasts weigh so heavy on this suit. I giggled as I broke them in thinking how off balance my acolytes will be when they try her on. She's filled out in all the right places, even beyond the busty form my fiance takes.

She's going to be a hit. Her pale skin will display the loving impact of the night's dom. I look at her ass thinking of my red hand print. It makes me harder just thinking about it.

I've never been this wet before. The dildo slicks right through my pussy lips and I feel a faint building in my nipples. Go slow. Go slow. Just relax and take it slow.

"Fuck."

The head of this dildo would feel so good slipping in. Surely it must be time to move to penetration. Almost an hour has passed I bet. Let me check the clock.

Oh fuck. Only 8 minutes have gone by. Are you fucking kidding me?

. . . Oh god . . . I need to fight it . . . The head of this dildo feels so good. . . maybe for a moment I could slip it inside of me?

Mmmmmm!

Beneath it's buxom curves this suit has taken a firm grip on my cock. It's tendrils are jacking it hard inside of the suit to the rhythm of me fucking this pussy. Their aim? Absorption.

The suit taking control. I feel the momentum building. I'm so hard right now. I can see the outline of my cock in the chubby tummy of this suit getting tugged off.

FUCK. I'm going to come. I'm going to come in the suit. A male orgasm, the strongest I've ever had, yet so weak compared to what this dildo is making my suit's pussy feel. This suit has yet to reach orgasm. I can feel it adding my orgasm to the energy building within it; a dull ache that I chase to it's inevitable conclusion — a full body earthquake.

This isn't good. If I don't stop, once my balls are empty of semen, the suit will begin pulling them into position to become my new ovaries. It will change them quickly, filling them with eggs — a dangerous development when you have a developing womb full of male semen. Already I can feel a thin tendril slowly pressing into my penis. This is my penetration — and it feels so good. It moves slowly injecting spurts of estrogen and oxytocin to encourage the changes. All I have to do is stop now and it won't begin converting it into my new cervix. If I fuck myself to orgasm with this dildo, I will kickstart my new cycle.

I just need to stop. Just stop! Fuck. PLEASE. Why won't I listen?

Oh, god, these tits. They're so heavy on my chest. So desperate to join my biology. Two tendrils within the suit are slowly circling my nipples. I instinctively push my chest out, inviting them to play. If I keep pumping this dildo, in a moment they will curve and penetrate my male nipples, moving deeper, searching for a nerve to link to. They will desperately try to connect these tits to my nervous system, adding these heavy melons to my chest forever. When they do there is no unlinking them. The 100% real mammary glands contained in this suit will kick online as my own, no different from if I had grown these massive tits during puberty. I will even be able to breastfeed should I get pregnant.

I cast glances at the nipples of the suit in terror. If the nipple hardens, it's already too late. That means a connection has been made.

Oh god, there they go. I feel the tendrils moving in, taking root in my male nipples. Mmmm. It stings and yet it feels so fucking good. I'm rocking my hips, riding the tendril that is swelling in my cock as it forms the walls of my new vagina, linking the nerves of my cock into the sensitive clit waiting to come online. Rooting them beneath my sensitve folds.

I moan. Unhinged. My first female orgasm approaches. I can feel it. When it hits, I'm done for. I know I should stop. Just as I know I won't be able to.

The tendrils snake into my flat male chest, spreading my nipples a bit wider. Oh fuck, that heaviness, the expanding feeling of flesh. It's close to a nerve, firing electrical charges, giving me a taste of what to expect. My nipples no longer will ride close. They will swing out ahead of me at the tips of these giant tits.

Oh god, the left nipple of the suit beginning to harden. I can feel it. I can feel it! It's my tit now. My thick nipple at its apex. Forever. My new nipple grows erect, desperate to be touched. If I ever give birth it will be latched onto to feed. Milk will course in streams from it. For now, it is a welcome new pleasure center.

My fiance will laugh at me at the end of this. I know it, even as my right nipple joins my left and the melonous breastmeat of the right breast is added to my form.

These tits are mine now. Fuck, yes! My pussy is aching to be born. I'm sealing my fate: to stand beside her as a sub. The second in command will become Dom. And I will have to submit to him. With a body like this I will be more sought after than my fiance. I want it.

Fuck. Here it comes!

"Yes! Yes! YES! I'm coming!!!!"

"Everyone is asking who the new sub is. I told them the truth. Oh, honey —You're going to be the center of attention tonight."