Licking my lips excitedly, I reached in and picked the huge, bearish suit off the rack.
It was built with heavy muscle and fat, with big hands and feet, and hair on the chest, stomache, arms, and legs.
It was rather light considering the size.
I flopped the head forward and gasped.
It looks exactly like my classmate....Norman.
How many days have gone by that I don't admiring this guy who sits next to me in class. His wide, chubby jaw, angled eyebrows, thick beard and gently sloping nose.
How many days have gone by that I wish I could just BE him.
Almost completely entranced, I pulled the seam open and started to pull the suit on. My feet slid smoothly into the legs and into the big feet.
Wiggling my toes, I smiled with glee as the wide toes move along perfectly.
I pulled up the massive thighs over mine, followed by my dick into the (rather large) sheathe.
Pushing my arms into Normans huge arms was a challenge, but they went in, and the sleeves clung to my arms like a second skin. I gazed at his(my) large, wide hands, and rubbed them along the chest sleeves, feeling them meld together, sealing the suit around my body.
I was aware that I could feel everything perfectly, the hair on the gut under my hands, the muscle in the rotund, hairy pecs...
Dizzily I ran my new hands along my newly chubby, hairy body, savoring it.
I reached my own head, and felt my excitement ebb away. Too smooth, too small, not masculine enough, not NORMAN enough.
Something was driving my thoughts, but I couldn't begin to fathom what, nor fight it.
I felt the need to be COMPLETE...
My hands reached for the mask dangling behind me of their own accord.
Hazily, my mind was telling me something was wrong, but I couldn't bother to hear it as I pulled Normans face over mine.
Everything was dark as I tried to adjust the mask, tugging everything into place.
Finally it settled. I pressed it against my face, enjoying the slick rubber against my face, but feeling Norman's hairy, chubby features outside.
Suddenly HEAT!! I felt a horrible tightening, as my vision blurred in the eyeholes.
I cried out, but it wasn't my voice.
As soon as it started, it stopped. My vision cleared, and I realized I wasn't looking through eyeholes. I was seeing normally.
Looking at me in the mirror, hairy and naked, was Norman.
I blinked, and the Norman in the mirror blinked his clear blue eyes.
I raised my hands to touch my face, watching the reflection do the same.
I felt rough stubbley beard, and much more skin than I was used to, and I could feel the new set-up of my face.
I broke into a smile, and Norman in the mirror did the same.
No, not just Norman, ME. I was Norman now! I moaned in pleasure in his(MY) voice as I rubbed his(MY) hands all over my new body.
I collapsed onto the bed, joyfully reaching for my new equipment, which was gradually rising to the occasion...
This was gonna be fun.