Wardrobe Malfunction

 

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Sometimes you want a break from being the size of an olympic freight train. Sometimes you just want to look cute and breedable, if only for a few days. 

A little while back managed to finally convince one of my bros to let me borrow one of his suits. Despite also being a gym rat, he owns an entire closet of every race and kind of twink you can imagine to go out as. Everyone's always intimidated by my size, so I'm always jealous whenever we go to parties together. He gets to have all the fun, while I just kind of stand in the back. He never lets me borrow them, no matter how much I beg, since they're all very expensive and way too fragile for my hulkish hands, in his words.

But he finally relented last week. Tonight I get to be the little guy this time.

I drove to his place and picked out a body to wear. The entire drive way home I had a big smile plastered on my face as I thought about what it would be like. 

I immediately take off my clothes and squeeze myself into the suit. My broad muscles compressing into the tiny 5'3 frame took much effort, but when I zipped myself up, it felt as if it was just another extension of me. My skin is super soft and smooth, free of gross body hair. And everything looks nice and petite. I spent a good while looking in the mirror, admiring the cute boy in the reflection, when I suddenly hear a loud rip. 

The suit couldn't handle the load anymore and gave in under the pressure, letting my original length shoot out into it. I panic, trying my best to tuck my cock back in, but it doesn't work.

Thoroughly defeated, I send a quick video to my friend.

After a while I get this message:

"What did I tell you dumbass. You should've been more careful. Do you have any idea how much these cost?!"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to.. Do you have any replacement suits I can borrow?"

"Uhhh No. Not after this."

My heart sinks. Well maybe I still look cute like this right?

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

 

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone. 

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job. 

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross. 

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

 I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

HIA Thiren Appreciation Club

There's not much interesting about me from the outside looking in. I'm just your normal out of shape neet living in a run down apartment in the Janus Quarter. I work at my local 404 Convenience Store and spend a lot of time on my computer. Today is just one of my regular trips to the HIA Club at Lumina Square, typical for a guy my age. But I'm looking forward to this day off more than most.

I've always been enamored with Thirens. Just something about them really resonates with me. Even when I see them walking about I can't help but wish that I wasn't born a boring human. I guess I'm what you could consider a "furry." It's always been a part of me that I try to keep secret, but recently I've found a group of like-minded individuals on the InterKnot that share my desire to transcend my boring humanity. 

A rush of cold air conditioned air overcomes me as I walk into the HIA. It's packed today, as it is most days. Even though it's a very thinly veiled government recruitment facility, most people don't care all too much about that. It's almost a complete combat simulation experience, capable of syncing your senses entirely within the virtual world, and it's only a small monthly fee to participate. Despite most people using it for PVP combat games, if you know your way around, you can use it for other purposes not officially sanctioned. 

I check in at lady at the front desk, who assigns me a one hour rental pass. I pick a nondescript machine near the back, setting down my stuff. Then, I discreetly fish out a flash drive, check to see that no one is looking, before inserting it into the machine. Normally, your avatar in the virtual space is just your real life body scanned from your brain when you log in. But that's just data, which can easily be edited directly for certain results. Getting your hands on this data can be a bit of a hassle. Either you get it direct permission from the person, or you can get it through "not so legitimate means." Fortunately, I happened to luck out last week. When I went to log on in, I found that someone forgot to log out of their account. Seizing the chance before me, I quickly downloaded the data before it could time out, saving it onto a flashdrive for future use.

After inserting the drive, I sit down and pull the VR Machine over my eyes. After a bit of whirring from the machine, a login screen pops up.

Welcome, LYCAON.

Initiate VR?

>Yes

Just a Quick Stop

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Remedial Swim Class

 https://x.com/muchiyukichan/status/1907855368103014480

I'm considered what you could call a "bad kid." I've never been the greatest at school stuff so I ended up being a serial ditcher to dick around instead, but it eventually caught up with me. If my grades drop any lower, I'll have to repeat the year. In order to keep up my grades I constantly have to take remedial classes over the weekend. And because I take up one of their days off every week, it's no secret that I'm not popular with the teachers. I'm not too fond of them either in return. 

But the worst by far is Coach Reed, the swim instructor. He's got the worst temper out of all of them, constantly barraging me with insults even as I try my best to keep up with his brutal regiment. But the worst part is that he's extremely hot. So not only do I have to fight to stay alive, I have to fight to hide my raging boner in my swim trunks while doing so, otherwise it's social suicide. He's caught me staring a few times, yelling at me to stop gawking at him. I'm just lucky this class is during the weekend when noone else is here.

After changing into my trunks, I start to walk to the pool, dreading every step of the way there. I open the gate and head in. Coach Reed is standing at the side with his giant arms crossed and scowl on his face. He's wearing his usual tight almost see through t-shirt that barely contains his massive chest and a speedo that barely contains his massive package.

"You're late. Again."

"Sorry teach. I lost track of the time."

My eyes naturally drift downward, before I realize what it looks like and stop.

"That's sorry SIR. As punishment, give me 30 rounds around the pool. NOW. Then a 15 lap IM. You have 20 minutes."

"Yes Sir!"

*A while later*

"Phweeeeet!" A whistle blows, signalling the end of the segment.

"I've seen old ladies do better. We're picking up the pace after your water break. DISMISSED."

Making my way back to the bench, I get out my phone. My legs have officially turned into jelly. I'm sure this is definitely not the normal regiment, but at this point I know not to talk back. If only there was something I could do..

Just then I get a ping on my notifications tab. It's from an app with a pink icon with a purple swirl in the center. I definitely do not remember downloading that.

"Congratulations Clint, You've just been selected as Participant #3497 of the MindMail Program! We're looking for new adopters like you to help test out our proprietary technology."

Curious, I open it. Nothing lost from checking out a free app.

I'm faced with a simple menu. Really it's more of a single button and an instruction blurb.

I skim through it. It says here to aim and press the button to.. transfer your mind into another body? Is that even possible? Or legal? I look up at Coach Reed on his own phone and begin to realize the possibilities if it's telling the truth. Noone would know if I tried it to see if it worked right? Even if it did, the school is deserted anyway.

Trying my luck, I aim my phone at Coach Reed and press the pink button. The phone lights up and I black out.

When I open my eyes, I could already see my prize in front of me. Coach's signature pecs fill at least a third of my vision. I start to do what I always wanted to do and begin feeling them up. I audibly moan. God they feel so much better when they are attached to me.

I then feel a bit of a stirring as a tent forms in my speedo, rapidly reach full mast. The little garment leaves nothing to be hidden, his balls and bush spilling out in the open. I suddenly get an idea. Fetching my phone, I set it on the ground next to me and press record. Then, using both of his meaty arms I grab his member through the fabric and begin stroking it right then and there. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against his shaft stimulates myself more.

"Oh yeah!!! This feels great! I am a sick perverted teacher who defiles himself on school grounds"

I imagine what it would be like if school was still in sension. His career would be over within the end of the day if word got out. But with this footage, that can suddenly become a much more realistic possibility. If I play my cards right I get free reign over this class.

The next hour goes by in a blur. I continuously edge myself, revealing in the public act. His whole body reeks of sweat from loud vocal gooning in the straight sun. I pant noisily as I feel my mind about to falter. The final burst shoots forth like a fountain through the fabric, painting the pool tiles with his cum and thoroughly soiling his speedo. I check the recording. It's perfect. He's going to be so scared for his life when I show him this. Now to-

*Ba Dink~! The testing period has now been concluded. Thank you for your participation.*

I stare at the notification, before suddenly registering what just happened.

"Oh shit oh shit FUCK I should've read the time limit."

I frantically try to find the app again, but nothing shows up. It completely wiped itself off of my phone.

I sit down on the bench again. Well guess I'm stuck in.... Coach Reed's body. Wait a minute. I have no reason to be upset. This is the best outcome possible! Hmmmm... If I upload it on this site... then theres no risk of anyone here recognizing me. Well, I do have the whole place to myself. Let's see what other things this perverted old man can do~