Take The Floor (Leotard TG) (Patreon)

Timothy had a wayward amble to his walking, his shoes scuffing against asphalt as he moved about the campus aimlessly. Classes had finished for the day and he was left scrolling through an ebook on his phone as he wondered what to do. He had never had many interests, none of the clubs all that intriguing and his lack of passion in anything left him going through the motions for most things. His grades were good enough, he wasn’t a complete social pariah, but there was never much sense of a person beyond what was visible. It was starting to frustrate him, that hollowness eating away at him, yet he didn’t know what to do, trying out a different path through the campus, but that quickly bored him as he pulled out his phone, wishing for something to be passionate about.

At some point the scrape of asphalt turned into the squeak of glazed wood, Tim glancing up to see he had somehow walked into one of the college’s gyms. The slightly stale scent of old sweat only faded near the stands where dried beer outweighed it, his eyes wandering over banners and trophies of other people’s accomplishments. He wondered how many of them ever even thought of their tournaments these days, how many had their high points in this gymnasium. That was a depressing thought, though it wasn’t like he had ever had any great esteem for humanity’s greatest time wasters. Actually what sport was this room even for? The pads and bars and wooden balance beams all powdered and ready, Tim going in for a closer look before seeing a single women’s leotard resting on the floor amidst other junk. Thankfully no one was there, but he didn’t want to risk someone coming in and getting the wrong idea, Tim doing an about face as he went to leave the practice room, only to find his legs tangled up in a long ribbon, the length of it almost seeming to jerk back as he fell towards the left behind leotard with a cushioned thump.

"Argh stupid ribb-nngh! Wh-What?"

While he was annoyed at the ribbon tangled up around his legs, something slimy and smooth crawled atop him, Timothy wriggling as the uncomfortable feeling of being swallowed by latex surrounded him. It wasn't a perfect analogy, but it was definitely an apt one, though he was more confused than terrified as the seemingly solid leotard was somehow wrapping over him, some invisible seam opening up as his shoulders were latched onto, the spandex interweaving itself between layers of fabric before he found himself awkwardly stuffed into a gymnast outfit made for a petite woman.

Again it was all too sudden for him to gain his bearings, Timothy already only half paying attention before this impossible situation started, and he felt more embarrassed than concerned over what was going to happen next. The tight spandex had a way of emphasizing his gut, making all the fat stick out rather than rest, his junk uncomfortably squished between the bottom undercarriage of the uniform. He just figured he got tangled up in it, now even more glad to be alone since there was no way he could explain his way out of this one. But then the suit began to... ripple? It was kind of like that with small folds moving up and down, his shirt and jeans feeling strange as it was like they were being rolled up, the sound of something tearing alerting him to what was going on as the feeling of spandex rubbed against his bare skin in more and more areas, his body wriggling in distress.

He had to be hallucinating, or maybe he was coming down with a psychotic break or, or something! His eyes had to be lying since what he was seeing was more than just unlikely, it was impossible. His jeans were unraveling, revealing more and more leg, almost like they were being swallowed by the buzzing leotard, his crotch eventually swaddled with nothing in between as the buzzing made his exposed genitals bulge against the bottom.

His fingers tugged at the bottom leg holes, confused to find his skin tugging with it, as if there was no seam line, the leotard glued to him as the last of his jeans were vacuumed up. There was a bit of slack around his junk though, the price for a painful compression as his tortured stiffy tented it, his fingers sliding under to start pulling only for the edges to seal shut like a venus fly trap, his fingers feeling numb as he gave a weak wheeze. He rolled on the ground, scared to be seen with his hands in a women's uniform, his lust apparent as despite the pressure, it was massaging it, his fingers slowly spat out from the folds of spandex as they spasmed out, the nails clean, the first two joints of each besides his thumbs slendered and dainty. It took a few moments to notice such small changes, the buzzing around his groin still doing things, especially as the uniform snapped tightly to his backside, his crack outlined as he struggled to his feet. He paused when he saw them, the glossy nails, the slimmer digits, his eyes widening as the daintiness spread, his fingers trembling as they popped slimmer, his hands shrinking as he desperately fought against the rising panic.

"S-Stay calm, I just have to find some scissors and cut this stupid thing off. S-Some of this powder crap must be laced with-"

Timothy was interrupted by his first step, not that he didn't plan to start moving, but the issue was in how he moved, his front sole flexing upwards, popping the heel off his foot, scraping away at the sock as a hole exposed more of it. Something about the motion felt practiced, experienced, his confusion mounting as his toes gave another flick, the shoe flinging off as it dissolved into nothing. His toes bent down, a spasm and crunches followed by oddly appealing pops, like an unknown soreness or toxin was being dispelled as it slimmed further into a women's size four, his sock now only covering up to the exaggerated arch of his foot as it posed itself on the mat.

Timothy's eyes were glued on the changed foot, his scalp itching as the top of it tautened, the skin turning a uniform cream color as the course black hairs oddly turned red before receding into the skin, leaving it all smooth save for his heel which actually gained callus as the strap of sock around his ankle pulled in, beginning a curve to his calf as the smooth skin creeped upwards. He took another step, half from the instinct they had to move, groaning as the same thing happened to his right foot, his balance off as the toes of his left scrunched, putting the weight of his body on them as his right began its own feminizing shrink. It took a minute, the burn of his weight hastening the changes as muscle rounded and condensed in his calf, a slightly pleased edge added to his wheezing as more hairs were absorbed, his scalp itching as a ring of ginger spread from the roots.

His breathing was getting heavier, sweat starting to sprinkle as his changing foot spread back in a way that began to make his thighs burn in muscle stress. The ends of his hands were tensing, flinging his arms to counterbalance as his wrists snapped smaller, pressure slimming them down as more of his hair spread down to cover his ears, long bangs turning vivid shades of red as his arms and legs were rendered hairless and smooth. Every few seconds of discomfort would bring a pleased sounding groan as the flexibility of his hips grew, a satisfying crunch spreading them further apart, the soothing burn of well stretched muscles causing a dopamine rush that made his brain tingle, the feelings increasingly erotic as dopamine continued to flood his brain. The dizziness only worsened as his arms and outstretched leg spun, turning him in a dizzying pirouette, his thighs thickening with each revolution, giving his crotch a soft squeeze as his grunts turned into a dazed, happy moan of delight as his body quickly stopped, posing him as if he just stuck a landing as gymnastic terms entered his vocabulary.

"Ooh s-stop I'm not a gymnast, e-even if I did practice in my- Ahh~!"

The spinning had served to loosen his coherence, the urge to do a routine on the floor growing even if he only half understood what that meant. His legs were taking measured, spritely steps, none of them consciously, pleasure buffeting his crotch as his thighs inflated, crushing his balls with the spandex as he felt lost in his own body. Suddenly his legs were vaulting forwards, his hands forcing him to somersault as the weight of his body forced his shoulders to crunch, rounding as they handspringed him forwards, Timothy grunting as his thighs squeezed together to launch him up as his hands shot upwards, grabbing onto one of the practice performance bars as his entire body began turning around the structure, the chalk of all the girls that had used it previously coating his hands and filling the air in a blurry haze, choking him as his rotations continued to speed up.

The chalk was raising the timber of his voice, reducing friction and thickness in his throat, the dizziness of the floor turns barely anything compared to the multiple g's of force working on his body. His moans were rising, the bump of his Adam's Apple reducing his aerodynamics, so it shaved away, his features rounding off in turn as the dopamine increased, his arm motions adding a jerking half launch, turning into an almost effortless salto as they toyed with letting go of the bar. And still his speed was increasing, inches shaving as bones shred excess weight, muscles firming as he was turning compact, fit, small dribbles of cum mixing with the chalk as his balls were squeezed into release as his body went into a giant in preparation for a half-in, half-out. There was a terrifying moment when his hands left the bar, Timothy feeling all that momentum ready to carry him, his body twisting, about to launch to its doom, only for his rotation to bring him back in as he gave a tremendous shriek, his fat melting with the routine.

Now it was like his new body was showing off, each movement complex, well practiced, the pleasure of hard work drilling into his tightening core as his fat jiggled less and less with each landing, his nipples now hard and sticking into the spandex as sweat made them sore and tender. His eyes were widening, his apathy whittled away by dopamine, by a hobby that was spilling over the folds of his brain with a passion and vigor he had always longed for, the adrenaline helping to clear out more of himself as he struggled against what was a driving, insistent pleasure. His cock continued to unload, his body twisting in a full turn and a half, making a full gaylord as the bulge of his stomach reduced severely, the pleasure winding him as fat swelled his nubbed nipples into proper breasts, as small as they were. He knew he had to finish the bar routine, his palms sweaty even with the chalk, his eyes tearing up, thighs slick with releases both from his cock and from the bar as sweat continued to melt more of his body into fit perfection.

Timothy was already plenty dizzy, a solid foot of height melded into the petite form of his new body, the dismount coming with a twist that made his spine creak, something snapping as he gave a wild shriek of ecstasy, his thighs slick as the landing sent a shock through his legs that resolved further in the small of his back, the arch accenting his belly bulge as the fat continued to melt upwards. He was panting in a cute soprano, his nipples very visible even with the tight undershirt he had covering his top half and upper arms under the spandex. His breasts were jiggling more than his belly, now a firm b cup, his balls feeling tight and compact to his groin as he judged his own landing. He didn't know half the terms minutes ago, yet he knew his slick releases had cost him a partial foot movement, his flexibility still not as strong as it could be. His left leg began rising, pleasure pounding as his balls began to squeeze inside.

"N-Nooo~ o-ohh mmph h-ahhh~!"

His pelvis was shifting, creaking, pops resolving tensions that sent spasms through his groin, the press of the leotard and his thighs clamping over the already recessed testicle, pants increasing in tempo as the pull of muscle tugged it deeper inside. Cum was fizzling out, dripping onto the mat before sizzling into nothingness, his cute cries mixed with pleased grunts as the stretching turned his ball to taffy, the lump pulled longer and longer until his hands grabbed his leg and pulled it into a full 180 split, something tearing inside As Tinathy screeched out in a cutesy roar of raw pleasure. His brain wasn't even given a moment of reprieve, the in air split turning to a physical one, his body moving down to the mat as his remaining ball was driven inside

"AHHH AHH YESSS~!"

His mind was bathed in pink, the stretch of spandex assaulting his ears as the uniform felt natural, his sides creaking inwards as the pink crotch pulled as tight as it could, his ass buzzing as his prostate broke down into a womb, the sinews of scrotum left tearing open to give her the full flexibility she needed as the mat pressed up against her erect cock. The harder she split, the more her weight balanced atop her cock, her back going into arch position as the hard shaft proved unable to handle her poise, squishing as clear fluids washed away her former seed, only the head peeking out as gymnastics fucked her into a life of competition and passion. She was moaning, cumming, the last of her body fat shifting as her breasts gave one last surge out to c cups, annoyingly large for the field, but that's why she wore such a tight uniform, her body quivering with need as she looked towards the pommel horse. There was still this small bit of tension she needed to release, some small piece holding her back from the perfection needed in her routine as she stood back up, flexing a leg as she prepared for a final vault.

It was only a few strides, her tight tummy outlined in the spandex, her muscles working in conjunction, just one sore spot between her thighs that kept leaking, distracting her with horniness as she launched herself onto the wooden pommel with a hand grip. Her momentum brought her up, her grip twisting as she slammed down, her crotch taking the brunt of it as a satisfied scream echoed in the empty practice room, her cock doing a spectacular dive against the apparatus, its amplitude shrinking. Never had Tina felt happier for a deduction, moaning as her cock showed off its flexibility as it melded into her muscular slit, finding release without a bar as she felt her first orgasm as a woman. Thankfully the same forces that changed her cleaned up as well, Tina blushing heavily from the arousal as she stretched herself, feeling in top condition as she wondered what to do with her free time now.

It was nice to have such a light schedule, since she could spend even more time focusing on her true passion of gymnastics. There was definitely a thrill in winning, and as she grew older and less innocent, some fun in having hot guys ogle her spandex covered body. Gymnastics was the driving force for her, her life filled with an enviable passion as she finished her stretches, considering what sequences to put next in her routine, wondering how to challenge herself as she prepared for the runups leading to olympic tryouts. If there was one thing she needed though it was a better sports bra, her exhibitionism not bad enough to where she wanted all those cameras seeing that much of her body. Dammit she was blushing again, she had to focus. No point in slacking off now, there was so much to do and so little time, but god was she happy to do what she loved in front of a crowd.