"Hm?" said Chad as he looked in the box. Shiny black garment with chrome rings and buckles. He lifted out of
the box and grinned. Inside the box under the garment was a big tube of lube and another note.
"Oh, I get it. Good looking blonde bad boy Chad plays Tate from American Horror Story!" he held up the suit and
frowned, "It's not exactly a rubber cat suit, but it'll do. Look out, Sinclair baby, here I come."
He shoved the garment into his gym bag, and whistled all the way to class. He'd gone commando after gym class,
and he felt a bit weird. The note had said to cover his body in lube in order to put on the suit properly, so
after showering he covered himself from the neck down in lube. He was sure he was going to slide right out of
his jeans. He spent most of the day re-tightening his belt to keep his pants up. Chad didn't realize it, but
he'd started out the morning with a size 32 waist, and by four o'clock he was down to a 28, and if he had
another hole in his belt he might have been a 27. The lube adjusted the user's body to fit whatever garment he
wore. In the fieldhouse, Chad stripped down, applied more lube and began to force his body into the black
bondage costume. It seemed to be an odd fit, but he figured that he could adjust the various straps and belts to
make it fit better. The lube really helped his leg just seemed to glide into the black shiny suit.
It wasn't until he was completely inside the suit that he realized there was something different about its
shape. But he still didn't get it.