It had arrived. A towering cardboard box, a massive ‘fragile’ sticker on every side. Kevin’s name and address listed on it.
He’d struggled to drag it up the stairs to his bedroom. His short slender arms wrapped around the top and his legs forcing everything they had to move the box up step by step. It was only when he got it pushed pass his bedroom door and slammed the door closed that he realised he probably should have pushed it up from the bottom.
Kevin pushed the box upright, the ‘this way up’ arrow pointing to the ceiling. He tore at the cardboard, using his teeth and nails to rip the sellotape.
Inside was another box. It was only just smaller then the box it had arrived in. It was crystal white and stylised to look like a box for a posh expensive gadget. The metallic lettering listing the box as containing a ‘NewU Alpha Class Bodysuit’.
The front was transparent plastic, but Kevin was happy to see that the box did claim to be fully recyclable.
The clear frontage showed the smiling face of a painfully handsome man. His dark hair tussled with smooth curls and dark stubble covering a chiselled jaw. The eyes were wide open, which while unnerving showed Kevin the bright green eyes he’d be looking out of from now on.
The body was just as good, tanned and strong. It must have been hot in the delivery truck as the bodysuit was slick with sweat. Drips falling from the big pointed nipples which hung from two slab like pecs. Kevin couldn’t see much lower than the top of the bodysuits ripped abdominals.
Kevin saw a piece of paper taped to the inside of the exterior box. He pulled it out and began to read it.
“Greetings Dear Winner…”
Kevin had won a prize draw for the bodysuit after entering a contest in the back of a comic book he read. These suits were all the range and costs tens of thousands.
“…We are pleased to gift you the one of a kind bodysuit modelled on the beloved comic book character Firestorm”
“We have listened to your concerns and added the extras you asked for. We hope you enjoy the suit and please don’t hesitate to call us if any issues occur”
“Your friends, the NewU Public Relations Team”
Kevin blushed as he saw the pages of changes and issues stapled to the first page. Hour long conversation Kevin had with the Relations Team all listed down. A comment Kevin had made about balance had led to the feet being enlarged by two sizes. A comment about being closer to the comic book look had led to the suits ass being around out and plumped up. Firestorm had a almost legendary set of glutes, the comics artists embracing the fan service and always drawing Firestorm with thick buns.
Kevin tossed the pages onto his bed and moved to the back of the suit. He ripped it open, scanning the pictured instructions on the box on how to enter your suit.
The Firestorm suit was a lot taller than Kevin, who was only 5’7. The shoulders very wide and nearly touching the sides of its box, Kevin was slim, barely any meat on his weak bones.
The wide back was open, the inside a fleshy abyss just waiting for someone to climb into. Kevin started to pull off his clothes, he needed to be naked for the bonding to happen.
He knew that when he climbed in there would be no going back. His parents knew what was happening, but they weren’t really in favour, which is why Kevin was rushing to get this over with. Kevin couldn’t wait to be Firestorm, the tall, gorgeous musclebound stud.
He was imaging his new life at university as he gripped the sturdy sweaty shoulders of the bodysuit and lifted himself up so he could slip his feet into.
Kevin could feel the suit already bonding to him as he forced his skinny legs down the thick trunks the suit called thighs. His crotch and ass landed on the seat like pelvic area which would hold Kevin in place while the bounding happened. With a final deep breath Kevin brought his face into the suit. He was too short for his eyes to match up with the suits eyes, they didn’t even get into the head, nor the neck. Kevin’s vision was only the inside of the suits chest as the back sealed itself behind him.
The bounding was near instant. One-second Kevin was staring into darkness and next second he was looking out of the plastic front of the suit’s box at his messy bedroom. Kevin tried moving, he stepped back and instantly fell back onto his solid yet round bubble butt. He winced at the pain, his senses completely linked up to the suit.
He heard a meaty slap. Kevin looked down, a couple dark curls falling into his view. Between his wide veiny thighs was a slab of fat cock meat.
“Not what I meant when I talked about batons” Kevin said in the suits voice
It sounded like the voice actor for Firestorm from the animated show Hero Squad. One hand grabbed at his thick neck and the other at the base of his thick cock. Kevin new everything about his new body would be either shocking and exciting.
He pulled himself back to his feet, his huge cock slapping off his legs. Firestorm normally used to flaming batons to fight and when Kevin talked to the Relations Team they must have misunderstood him. Not that Kevin was complaining, but he didn’t think the new underwear he brought in preparation would fit the beast between his legs.
Kevin steadied himself and moved towards his bathroom. The bathroom mirror showing his chest muscles moving with each step. His entire body twitching and flexing as if it was settling into its new occupant.
His çock was hardening as he saw himself, rising high above the bathroom sink. Kevin’s new bull nuts fell into the sink, he was way too tall for his bathroom. He could barely see his own face in the mirror.
Kevin peeked out of his room, he was checking his bedside clock. It was only 15:30. Hours till his parents returned home from work.
Kevin’s new huge hands wrapped around his beer can fat cock. It was time to test out Firestorm’s baton.