While the clerk is distracted, the nerd notices some photos on the wall next to the bed he's got Titus
stretched out on. He stares. He pulls a photo off the wall, and goes over to the dresser mirror. No wonder
everyone thought he belonged here. He stripped off the Green Lantern outfit, and checked out some of the
clothes in the closet. It was like it was tailor made for the frat boy, he was wearing.
Jeremy looked back at Titus lying drooling on the bed, and felt a pang of pity. He had been dissed by frat
boys in general, and wanted revenge. But this guy hadn't done anything to him. Neither had the guy whom he
was now wearing. How was this possible. It just had to be a costume that used the guy as a mold. Yeah,
putting on a skintight costume always adds six inches in height and 60 lbs of muscle. He reached for the
zipper hidden on his chest, and pulled it down. There was a hissing sound like air rushing out. The tight
skinsuit sagged around him. He was his old normal self. He stepped out he was all sweaty, and worst of all he
was hornier than ever.
He decided to shower. He had no compunctions about using the frat boy's soap or towels, hell he'd been inside
the guy for like 2 hours now. As the water coursed over his body, he couldn't help but think how good it had
felt. He felt so strong, so confident while wearing fratboy. He turned off the water, and looked at the frat
boy skin lying on the floor.
"How'd'ya let this happen to you, uh, Paul?" Jeremy asked holding the skinsuit by its hair and looking down
into Paul's face.
Paul's perspective was a lot more freaked out. One minute, the nerd was going to have sex with his frat bro
thanks to roofies, and Paul was strangely okay with that. The next minute, he's holding a photo of Paul up
to the mirror, and looking at his reflection. Then he took off the Lantern costume, looked again, and then he
unzipped. To Paul it was the most painful experience ever. The zipper coming down was like him being ripped
bodily apart. He felt his essence waver. He had never felt so empty. He was furious, how could his owner
disgard him like this on heap on the floor of his own bedroom. When he had been unzipped the first time,
there had been no one inside, but this time there was. That made all the difference in the world.
They guy was using his shower to wash off Paul's kooties, Paul imagined. As he lay there on the floor, he
felt something crawling on him. It was probably a bug, but he couldn't move to see or to make it get off. It
just kept crawling on him like he was an object. Oh, that's right, he was an object - a recently discarded
object. Paul felt more resentment at Jeremy than he had against any of his former girlfriends. Being
someone's skinsuit was a lot more intimate than just sex.
Now the guy stepped out of the shower and shoved his wet junk in Paul's face as he looked down. How had I let
this happen? Dude, I was just trying on a costume, and the next thing I knew I was on the rack, and then you
put me on! Paul tried to say all this, but of course costumes cannot speak. Jeremy shrugged, and lifted the
costume close to his face and sniffed.
"Dude, you smell ripe too. Guess, you I should clean you up," Jeremy said hanging up his towel, and turning
the shower back on.
It started out like a good thorough cleaning. Paul was turned inside out and warm water raced over his slick
insides. Then Jeremy turned him right side out, and stepped inside.
"One last time couldn't hurt, right?" he said to himself.
Twenty minutes later, he was still in shower, he was still wearing Paul, and he was just jacking off his third
load. He rinsed off and toweled off, and sat on the toilet. He took a big piss and dump, and sighed. He felt
so good. He wondered how much of it was him, and how much was the suit. His index fingers toyed with the
zipper tab dangling from his chest. He had to make a decision.
Paul was in heaven. He was being worn again. He was telling his master never to ever take him off again. He
hoped it would somehow sink through.
Jeremy stretched Paul's body and yawned. He stood in the room. Should he put on Paul's clothing, and take over
Paul's life? It had to be better than his own. Should he take Paul back to the store? Should he take him
off, and go home to think about it? If he took Paul off, he'd be naked, and Paul's clothing was way to big
for him. Maybe the Green Lantern outfit? It seemed to be pretty stretchy, it might fit.
Titus moaned and smacked his lips. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth and mumbled that he had been
practicing. Jeremy reached over and grabbed the half empty beer can and drained it.