Matt made sure he becomes a zentai suit and made sure he's super stretchy or a one size fits all and decides to change his color or pattern of what zentai he wants to be. So, he went for another black and white type pattern, but this time polka dotted. He made the time limit to be a year or two and to be transported to a fattest man that can still walk and wear him to sate his addiction to be worn by fat men. And once again, he wanted to see his transformation slowly again and added another delay to become an inanimate since he won't be moving around stroking himself for a long time. He also wanted to moan and wriggle with his owner and wearer as he massages him as he wears him like his full body masseuse even when not worn. Matt then initiated the chronivac's transformation sequence and went back to the full body mirror to see it again.
He saw it again, same thing as before, skin becoming spandex, zipper that goes from the lower back to the top of his head, toes merging together as he moans in pleasure and writhes and strokes himself and instead of checkers, it's now black and white polka dots with the whites as the dots. then the features of his face disappears and again likes what he sees and walks around his house for an hour, this time, he went to his back yard and feel the grass underneath his feet as he walks as it tickles him as his feet is too sensitive and lets out a muffled chuckle and a moan as wriggles his feet against the grass and plays around in his back yard, running around, somersaulting, and jumping feeling the heightened sensation of touch of his whole body by the grassy yard.
An hour had passed as Matt laid there arms and legs splayed out in an X, the chronivac chimed displaying his time of being fully mobile has ended and was forced to walk back to his room and the same process of being wrapped started after he folded up but was wriggling and moaning in his package. Then, the world turned and went dark for him. What felt like hours or days, he was regaining awareness as he moaned. He wanted to move but he can only move a twitch or a wriggle. His sense of touch is still off so he's not sure if he's in his wrappings or hanging on a closet hook or a locker. He hopes that it's the fattest man that'd wear him.