"Whoa! This will be perfect. You know my brother Matt's got this thing about zentai suits, so I plan to pop out of a box at his birthday party next month wearing only this costume," said Daniel to the clerk.
The clerk nodded appreciatively but wasn't listening to Daniel.
He asked her, "You're sure the suit's alive?"
"Hm? The suit, yes it's alive," she said opening the plastic and pulling your arm out, "See it squirm."
"Cool. Oh, if I wanna keep it longer, how do I renew it. I know I've got it booked for 2 months, but if my brother wants to buy it, how much?"
"Uh, the costume isn't for sale. We only lease costumes, and I don't think we've ever leased one for over 3 months," the clerk said uncertainly. "I'll have to check with corporate."
"Fine, just email me when you know. Thanks!"
Daniel headed to his motorcycle with the package under his arm.
He grinned with his helmet on, no one would know. So he ducked into the public restroom on the way to the parking lot. Inside the toilet stall, he stripped naked, and then opened the package, and puts you on.
"Oh, yeah, I can see why this turns Matt on. Just looking at the leopard spandex clad foot is getting me hard."
Matt hadn't expected this. He could hear, feel, smell, and taste, but couldn't speak and could only move a little bit. His brother was his temporary owner? Too bad he hadn't showered today? Yuck, his foot tasted bad, but it also felt incredible when Daniel wiggled his toes inside him. As he pulled the suit up his legs, Matt discovered that it tasted and smelled better than his brother's stinky foot. Then the other leg went in. Stinky foot, tinkling leg hairs and finally, thumbs tucked in on both sides, and Matt was pulled over his brother's ass and crotch.
Gulp. The heady musk was intoxicating, but this was Daniel, not some stranger, and oof, he was hard. Guess, zentai turn on most guys or at least most guys in Matt's family.Daniel pulled the suit all the way to his neck with the hood hanging forward.
Daniel stepped out of the toilet for a moment holding the door to block the view of him until he was sure he was alone. Then he stepped from behind the door to see his reflection in the mirror. He posed like a cat monster with his claws raised, "Leopard man!" he said and then giggled.
He ducked back in the stall and dressed in his clothing. The sweat socks and boots reeked. Finally, Daniel pulled the hood over his head, and put his helmet on. As he stepped out of the toilet stall, another man entered with a package under his arm and carrying a motorcycle helmet. They nodded at each other but didn't speak. That man rushed into the nearest stall. Daniel, headed for his motorcycle.