Fumbling your keys, you lock the door to your apartment. You cautiously call out, "Hey, anyone home?" You wait a good minute for a reply from your girlfriend or best friend, but when no there's no response, relief sets in. Sighing deeply, you slide to the floor, wiped out from the days events.
That crazy store, the shelves of naked suits, the bodysuit of Free that tried to take you over, and the damage it did....
You look at your huge hands again and groan in displeasure. How do I explain this to my friends? You think. Maybe I could go to the hospital and have some kinda surgery. There's surgery for everything nowadays right? I could get the bones sawed, the muscles clipped, and skin grafted over, and I'll be good as new! You think hopefully.
What you really need is a relaxing shower to take your mind of your hands. You open the door to the bedroom, and a startled scream shocks you out of your thoughts, and you leap backward with a scream of your own.
"Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were home!" Standing in her naked glory is your girlfriend, Claire. She doesn't bother to cover up as one hand is against her heart, and the other is toweling her long auburn hair dry.
You sigh in relief, but turn and walk around the bed to sit down before she notices your hands. She continues talking as she gets dries herself.
"I thought I heard you call, but I was in the shower. Geez, you scared the CRAP out of me!" She flips her damp hair out as she puts on a tight black t-shirt and dark blue panties.
"Hon, what's wrong?" She asks, "You're quieter than normal. What'd you do today?"
"I-" You start, "I think it's best if I show you." Apprehensively, you turn and show her your thick man-hands. Claire gasps, and her brilliant grey eyes widen in concern. She immediately cries out, "What happened to your hands?! Did you eat something you're allergic to? When did this happen?"
Already expecting the deluge of concerned questions, you hold one thick finger to her lips. Her questions trail off, as she looks between your hands and your eyes. You breathe deeply, and start on your story. You explain the store, the living bodysuits, and your confrontation with the Free suit, the store owner, and your escape.
When you finish, Claire is chewing her lower lip, conflicting emotions playing out on her face. "So", she starts, "Why'd you pick the Free suit? I mean, I think he's hot and all, but there's Buttataki Joe, Stein, Eibon, and other characters you could've surprised me with." You look at her in mild disbelief. Something very supernatural and spooky just happened, and she's thinking about kinky sex? Actually, that could've been why I wanted the suit in the first place. Maybe I thought it'd be erotic that I could be a different person when we had sex, you think, rationalizing your choice.
"Th-That's not the point, dummy! That fucked up store owner is like a wizard or sorcerer or something! He's making these live bodysuits that let people be whatever the suit is, and now I'm suffering the consequences!" You yell, shaking your large man-hands in her face.
Unflinching, she murmurs, "So, because you picked the suit, its his fault?" You glare at her accusingly, and this time she flinches and looks away slightly hurt. Your anger softens at her expression, and you sit next to her, taking her shoulder in your hand. She glances at it for a second, thinks for a second and asks, "What about the time limit?" Confused, you start, "What time limit - OH!"
You remember that the store owner mentioned that the suits became your skin for 24 hours before they could be removed and/or worn permanently. You look happily at Claire, who brightens at your hope as well. "It's not permanent! It's supposed to be able to come off after a day, in case people didn't like it or wanted it permanently!" You laugh and quickly reach under Claire. You completely palm both round buttocks and lift her off the bed with surprising ease. She squeals and giggles as she wraps both legs around your waist. She leans into you and whispers, "Those hands are kinda hot. They make me feel so small."
"Do they?" You ask in a growl, that seems new and familiar to you. Before you know it, both of you are stripped and rolling around and bucking like animals in heat. Through your heated passions, you vaguely hear Claire moaning, "Free...", but you're too distracted to hear. Claire is constantly grabbing your hands and placing them on her C-cup breasts. Your hands make them seem much smaller. You pound into her again and again, the two of you bouncing in rhythem. Both f you finally come and she collapses on you. You pant wildly as your body races with heat. You cool down eventually, before you snuggle under your blanket. You're too tired to be aware of what's happened to your body during your wild night of sex.....