Chad was an all around jock, but he was still a guy. His dirty little secret was that he was a syfy geek. He remembered seeing a cool Manga/Anime story about an exosuit that controlled the wearer. It would be perfect for Rico's costume. It happened in the blink of an eye. One moment Rico was looking at Chad on his knees licking his thigh, the next moment plastic tubes were penetrating Rico's throat, nostrils, penis slit, and anus. Then wires penetrated his body, as metal, rubber, plastic and fabric encapsulated his body. Suddenly, he heard Chad's voice speaking in a monotone in his brain, as the new exosuit interfaced with its human wearer.
"Rico, how do you like this outfit?" Chad's strangely detached voice said from all around Rico.
A video feed flashed in front of Rico's covered eyes. He saw a cool metal robot standing in front of a mirror.
"You are wearing a fully functional self-sustaining all-environment survival, exosuit. Your strength is amplified a thousand fold. You are sure to win Rick's masquerade contest dressed like this."
Rico tried to speak but the feeder and oxygen tubes made it impossible.
Digital lights formed words and numbers in front of Rico's viewer. "SCHEDULE: Today 1900 Hours, Rick's". CURRENT TIME 1600 Hours. Entering hibernation mode.
Suddenly, Rico felt sleepy. Endorphins clouded his mind, and his viewer shutdown. His breathing and heart rate slowed. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. He didn't want to fall asleep.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
Rico awoke relaxed and refreshed. He wanted to stretch and yawn, then he realized he was still hardwired inside the exosuit. Chad was in motion. He was flying. Rico was amazed, Chad was flying.