The feet feel huge inside Chad's feet. so Chad is picturing some 7 foot giant putting him on. Unfortunately, his head is on the front of his zentai mask, which is pressed against his own chest while he's being put on. Initially, he hoped it was Karen Sinclair, but after he decided that the foot was like a size 19, he was sure it was guy. The legs definitely were more muscular than most chicks. Then he felt the soft penis press against his now smooth manhood. Damn, he wished he could feel that cock inside his cock, he thought, and then he freaked that he would think that - it was too gay. He concentrated on baseball stats and football stats, and not the muscled torso now filling him. Arms, and fingers flexed inside Chad's own. It was surreal. Then his hand - er, a hand within his hand grabbed his featureless head and lifted it up. Chad stared at the handsome male body inside him. Then he saw the face.
It was his neighbor. The dude was only 5'3" but damn, he was built. Chad had assumed that while he was now a morphsuit, he was suit that would have fit him. He must actually be an extra small or extra extra small. Oooh, he's so tight on the guy. Chad racks his brain, what's the neighbor kid's name? Chad should know, they are in the same grade and go to the same school. But it's a big school, and Chad and the long-haired brown skinned dude didn't travel in the same circles. Was Chad's new owner even white? Or Asian, or Pacific Islander, or Hispanic or Native American? Chad wasn't sure. He and Rick used to joke that he was one or all of the ethnic groups, but Chad honestly hadn't cared enough to find out. Now this dude owned him, and he had no clue whether the guy whether the guy was gay or straight. No wait, he was wearing another guy - probably gay. Maybe if he thought about it, he would-
"Selfie time," said his wearer. He reached for the string, he had secured to Chad's zipper and pulled. The tight Spandex got a helluva lot tighter. Chad's eyes would have bulged, if he still had eyes, as he saw the detail veins and wrinkles on his wearer's cock stream through his flimsy cloth body. It was like Chad was painted on him. As the zipper rose up his back, the wearer's- damn, what was his name, Chad had to know it- nipples with their aureolas and pert tips, and his sculpted six pack abs all showed through. It was more erotic than if the guy was naked.
FLASH.
Chad stared at the reflection, for a moment he thought he had one body with two heads. His blank expressionless zentai hood, and this interesting handsome, smooth faced, long haired, uh, uh, damn, Chad was glad he no longer had a penis or he'd be popping wood now. He was bit disappointed that his wearer wasn't tenting him by now. Surely, turning a stud like Chad into a cheesy superhero costum, and putting him on, should turn a gay guy on, right?
Cheesy superhero costume? How had he not noticed this earlier? The school drama club was putting on a parody of superheros, and this guy was what a Tick? A spidery guy? A magic alien uniform like Green Lanterns? Except it was no hero anyone heard of because that was the point of parody, and schools didn't want to deal with trademark infringements.
"Yes!" exclaimed the guy wearing Chad. He pulled down on the string to move the zipper down his back, and give him some slack to put the head on. Then he zipped it up all the way and snapped another selfie.