...and picked up a hanger with a pair of open water swim tights. The price tag was a shock, at over $10,000 to buy. Thomas noticed there was a rental option and to inquire at the sales counter. Thomas didn't consider himself a speedo guy, but only saw skimpy speedos or the full legged swim tights. Thomas folded the tights and went to the sales counter to ask if the price was right, and what was the rental option. The younger lady at the sales counter saw the tag as Thomas unfurled the swimsuit.
"They look about your size, though they look long on you," the younger woman observed.
Thomas showed the tag and the number printed on it to the sales lady, "Is this correct?"
The sales lady looked and then checked in her three ring binder of inventory of the swimwear the store carried, "Yes. That is 10,000 US dollars for purchase. You can rent them for $29 per year until your 25th birthday, then you will need to purchase the tights in full or return them to us. If you race with these, the rent goes up to $99 per year for as long as you race competitively, there is no purchase option for those who race. This pair has never been used for racing, so it has a full price tag on it."
Thomas asked, "Do you have any used ones?" Thomas winced, realizing he was asking about used swimwear, and immediately regretted his choice to ask.
The sales lady shook her head no, "I am afraid not. These leg suits are always purchased in full after the rental period. I would recommend you purchase in full today, the rental clause has a catch, but my catalog does not state what that is." The sales lady handed Thomas a small business card and said, "You can send payment to this address or call this phone number with a credit card."
Thomas was about to object and hand the legsuit to the sales lady when she put up her hand and cut him off. The sales lady smiled and said, "Just give me a moment to get the rental contract for you." The sales lady ducked down under the counter for a few moments and then stood up with a sheet of small text that was hard to read, "Just sign and date at the bottom. You have a year to make your first payment and if you choose to race, you only pay $29 the first year. I would suggest paying the full price before signing. You are welcome to return the legsuit at anytime."
Thomas had liked how the suit felt in his hands and on his skin. He signed the contract and gave the sales lady a credit card, that she charged $29 to.
The sales lady handed Thomas the receipt and a copy of the contract in larger print. The sales lady reached for the suit from Thomas, and carefully removed the sales tag and hanger before folding the suit and handing it back to Thomas inside a small mesh bag. The sales lady handed Thomas one more card, this one made from hard plastic, which was the care instructions for the legsuit.
Thomas read the card, and was surprised. The card read, "Wash while worn for best results." The back of the card now had Thomas's name, address, and phone number.
The sales lady smiled as Thomas read the card and before he could ask a question, "Just keep that card in the mesh bag. I would try those out in the shower at home first. Remember, if you don't like it, bring it back. Thank you and come again."
Thomas thought about his attempts to find a sport he could manage. Thomas's parents had tried the full range from baseball, soccer, flag football, basketball, and track while in middle school. Thomas never retained any muscle or fat, and was a lanky, skinny short kid for an 18 year old. He had not tried swimming or cycling...yet. Thomas never worried about academics, but he wanted to get a really good scholarship, and if he could have some sport on his resume, that would enhance his chances of landing one.
Thomas took care of getting his homework done, before his father made it home to prepare dinner with his mother out of town for work. Thomas and his father ate with Thomas talking about his day at school and his scholarship applications. Thomas helped his father clean the kitchen and dishes before going to his room. Thomas's father sat down in the living room to watch television, but was soon asleep from a long day. Thomas closed the door to his bedroom. Thomas then removed his clothes and stood naked before taking he legsuit out of the mesh bag and walking into the bathroom he shared with the spare bedroom. He sat on the toilet as the suit easily slide onto his legs and up his waist. The suit looked as if it were five or six sizes too big for Thomas. He tied the drawstring and stepped into the shower, stepping out of the way of the stream until the water warmed up. The wet swimsuit stuck to Thomas's body, but soon the suit was gripping his legs and thighs with compression and his butt cheeks were held tighly and slightly apart as the rear seam sunk slowly until it reached his puckered anus. The legsuit had vacuum formed to Thomas's body. Thomas felt the tight fabric as it gripped his body, the suit felt slick and smooth, with the water beading off the suit as if it were wax polished. Thomas turned off the water, and reached for a towel to dry off. He dried his face and upper body first, before noticing the legsuit was now dry. Thomas tried to fish for the drawstring at his waist, but could not find it. Thomas was more concerned that he could not slide his finger between the suit and his skin. He quickly stepped out of the shower and in front of a mirror. The spandex legsuit hugged every curve and showed his tiny erection as well as it was constantly pulling his butt cheeks apart.
"I did buy these at a magic store," Thomas thought to himself.
Thomas stared in the mirror rubbed the top of his penis through the suit, then slid down to the base of his penis, and not feeling the small set of testicles he had. Thomas rubbed where his balls should be and felt the suit press into his anus slightly. Thomas rubbed the base of his cock harder, pushing down firmly, and felt the seam of the suit on his anus press inside him. Thomas kept doing this until the suit was massaging his prostate inside his ass. Thomas staggered to his bed, his cock throbbing in orgasm but feeling something more than just a normal masturbation session.
Thomas awoke the next morning to his alarm. His father was already gone to work, and he had school in 90 minutes. Thomas sat up and could see and feel the legsuit he was still wearing. He felt the urge to rub his cock, and leaned back to work the head of his even smaller cock. The coming orgasm was massive as his body was alive from his direct prostate massage to the cock head that was smaller but much more sensitive. Thomas was intoxicated from the long lasting orgasm as he stood up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom. His cock was not visible...no bulge, but he felt it as he rubbed in a certain spot. He tried to work his thumb between the suit and his skin to see what was down there, but the suit had no seam. Soon he was in the shower, enjoying the warm spray of water for a few moments before he felt his bowels relax. He felt like he was urinating for a long time into the suit, and it felt good. He felt a warmth at the beginning, but it faded quickly. He felt the urge to push a huge bowel movement in his ass, and he grunted as he pushed hard. Thomas felt a pressure seem to extend deeper into his bowels. He pushed harder, even getting out of the shower to sit on the toilet to push. It felt good to push, and he kept pushing until he felt on the edge of orgasm. Thomas was able to massage his sensitive prostate with just the slightest push, and a gentle rub of his flattened cock head put him over the edge, panting in a long lasting orgasm. Thomas found himself standing up, but felt very weak. He turned off the shower and dried off. The second alarm went off by his bed, and he had 30 minutes to get to school. Thomas decided he would skip school today, and went into his parents bathroom that had a small bath tub. The warm water felt good on Thomas's legs. He was busy working a very sensitive area between his legs. He pressed into himself firmly over and over, with each firm press felt from inside his ass on his prostate. He felt the need to push a big bowel movement, and was constantly pushing, relaxing, pushing. The water turned off automatically when the tub was full. Thomas let out a breath and slid his head down underwater. Thomas was slow to open his mouth and suck in a chest full of water into his lungs. He took a deep breath every few seconds, his breathing was much slower now. Soon, Thomas's body relaxed....stuck on the edge of orgasm, but content to stay there. Thomas remained in this waking dream state for a few hours. His head fog cleared and he sat up from the water. He coughed up the contents of his lungs before he could suck down some fresh air. Thomas pulled the plug and sat in the tub as the water drained. Thomas stood up in the tub and walked over to the full length mirror on his mother's closet door. He turned from side to side, and all the way around. His calf muscles had grown, as well as his glutes, quads, and hamstrings. His feet were huge, and he would need new shoes. Thomas went back to his room where he put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, before grabbing his wallet and car keys to go to the shoe store for new socks and shoes.
Thomas asked an older guy for help at the shoe store. The older guy brought out a size measurement tool and wondered what they had in a size 18 shoe, wide width. The salesman returned with a gym shoe, "This is what I have in your size, son."
Thomas appreciated the man's help and purchased the inexpensive shoes and socks, putting them on in the store. The sweatpants were already tight on Thomas's body. The salesman said, "You might ask the coach if you can cut back on leg day, I think you got that one covered son." It was the biggest complement Thomas could think of from the salesman.
Thomas went home, and hit his head on the top of the door frame getting out of the car. He looked down and his socks were showing and the sweatpants went to just past his knees. Thomas looked around for a moment and walked inside his garage, looking for a measuring tape. He was now a over a foot taller, and the rest of his body was more proportional to his lower body. Thomas went into his bathroom to check the mirror. His clothes fit tight and he peeled off the t-shirt and slid the sweatpants to his ankles. The legsuit had the look of a glossy lycra. Thomas breathed slowly and deeply as he was lost gazing into the mirror. He could smell his father cooking. He had no clothes to fit him, so he took off his shoes and socks, slid off the sweat pants, and went to tell his father he needed some bigger clothes after supper. Thomas smiled, as he was not a skinny little kid anymore.