"What the hell is this, you expect me to wear this, why I would look like a fool!" I recall saying to her.
She laughed, and demanded the fuzzy suit get put on my body, seeing my other clothes having shrunk way too small, to where they would never fit me!
Slowly I slipped the thin fuzzy white skin tight suit on over my head and stepping into the leggings, as I turned to find the back zipper, she reached out her hand, index finger pointing and by some magical force she sealed the seam in the suit.
"What now," I asked as doing so with a tone of great disdain in my voice.
"You get to work," she said, as saying it like an order to her slave, me being her slave.
"What if I say no deal?" I asked, as seeing how far she was willing to push me as if her slave labor.
"How about you do as I say or feel some pangs!" She said, pangs she said, I at first thought she said pains, but it became pangs, great waves of lust rolling over, around and through between my legs.
"Oh damn, what is this, what are you doing to me, I, I, my gut, my groin, I, oh ugh!" I said as I felt ill, sick, nauseated, ready to puke. Indeed I became ready to puke when from inside the fuzzy white suit she made me wear, protruded something pointed, pinkish-red, it protruding from a fuzzy nob suddenly there on my lower belly.
"What is this for!" I yelled, being scared, as worse the strange appendage I could feel as it extended, grew longer, gained girth, a sense of wild libido and I felt so horny I would want then to screw the first female I saw...