Suits (Patreon)



In this pic, my mate in the white shirt was sat down, it was the only way I could be in photos, being only 5ft tall it was the only way I could be in photos with my friends. I hated it. Hated my body, my life and everything in between. My friend knew that it was getting me down and he had a solution for me to experience being a normal sized person on a regular basis. It was extremely unauthodoxed but I have to admit it was really appealing. He had purchased some kind of vial that would turn someone into a body suit, hollow out their insides and allow someone else, a smaller person to step into their skin. The vial, once injected into someone’s body would last for 3 days, at which point the person inside the suit would be expelled from the suit and the persons body would return to normal. He had purchased enough of the vial for ten sessions and said that we could buy more if we wanted too and he was offering his body to me. He told me there was no risk to either of us and once I was inside the suit we would both be in his body with him being able to communicate with me and take control of his own body if he needed too. However, it would ultimately be me inside his body, controlling it and his life as my own but we both agreed that I would run his life as closely as possible. Why did he want to do this, he says because he likes the idea of being controlled and he wanted to help me out. He injected the vial and instantly his body slipped away onto the floor. It only took moments, however, I looked down at my friends skin on the floor.

I picked him up and at that point I wished he had told me more about it. I had no idea how to get inside him. There wasn’t a zip there weren’t any instructions, I assume there was some, on the internet or in his head, but right now I didn’t have access to either of those.

I decided that maybe I should get in through his bum hole. And pressed my feet against him, but they weren’t going in.

Eventually, I realised that his skin was stretchy, and I decided to try to get in through his mouth. My hands were the only part of me capable of stretching his mouth wide enough to get my own body inside his skin. I began to push my hands and arms through his body. I assumed my hands and arms would would neatly go inside his, but that wasn’t the case. Some how I was now being sucked into him at a very rapid rate, my body was changing merging with his, but something was wrong.

My fingers had somehow got into his toes, my hands in his feet my arms in his legs. My body was doubled over in its self now and my feet merged into his hands. My anus somehow connected itself to his face and mouth. My dick had become the only thing in the correct place, and my head with my wipe open mouth connected with his arse. I was fully connected with him now and I could see through his eyes, hear and smell everything he could even though my own body parts were tangled up inside him. I looked down as parts of my body were stretching his skin beyond limits. But the disformstions were subsiding and I was beginning to look normal, like him again. His skin sealed its self with me inside and I was t going to be able to get out for 3 days.

It was a very weird few days I was receiving food through his mouth into my body through my bum hole. Food was leaving my body through him in the normal route but it was coming out of my mouth. I was completely upside down within him and I wasn’t really enjoying the feeling. My hands felt sore, like they were being walked upon all day long, which of course they were.

I was relieved when it was finally time to leave him, but even that was un pleasant. I felt his inside growing from inside me and I was being pushed out through his bum hole. It was excruciating pain and I was feeling it from his body and my own. An adult sized human being, being extracted from the skin of another through a tiny bum hole. It felt like he was taking a shit, and he was shitting me out.

When I was fully out I was horrified by the whole experience. I could taste shit in my mouth. My hands had a stench of sweaty feet and I begged that no matter how much I hated being myself I never wanted that experience again. My friend wasn’t convinced, he enjoyed it and begged for me to do it again. Reluctantly I agreed to once more but it was under the condition that he told me the way to get in correctly.