Inital Fitting
#1 of New Designs
Normally, Simon wasn't the type to order random things from off the internet. Being far more reserved about the miracle products that spam the average e-mail box than most users it still came as a surprise to himself when he found one item in particular.
It claimed to be the end-all of clothing options. Any outfit you wanted was created instantly. The technology was supposedly patented by some corporation he'd never heard of before. They were looking for testers for the new technology and apparently has considered him to be a potential applicant.
He would have written it off with the plethora of penis extenders and get rich quick schemes but his curiosity got the better of him. It also tickled a deep-seated desire of his as well. For quite some time he'd been trying to find something new, something more interesting than the drab, dull clothes he invariably found in stores. Sure it was utilitarian but he favored the exotic. Not that he had the body type to wear such things in public but he still collected what he could find. He even tried his hand at tailoring, only to be met with endless frustrations.
The site itself seemed legitimate and the questioned they asked were fairly mundane. He typed in the answers and sent off the e-mail. It still felt very weird applying for such an odd device but he assumed they'd just spam him with more miracle cures and he could settle the itch in the back of his mind.
Or at least that's what he thought, until three days later.
A oblongish box from Mythco Nanotechnologies was waiting for him when he got home, resting in the hands of a rather confused delivery person. Simon signed for it and took it inside as he rolled it over and over his his hands. Soon curiosity overtook him and he tore off the packaging.
Inside multiple bundles of brown wrapping paper was a solid black sphere, about the size of a Magic 8-Ball. There were no buttons or dials on the object and scant little in the way of instructions. The slip of paper that came with it only suggested holding the sphere while envisioning the outfit you wished to wear. It emphasized that pictures were often easier to work with than thoughts alone. He chuckled and rolled the ball in his hands for a moment before digging out a catalog.
In it were some of the more daring designs that had first piqued his interests. One in particular, a full bodysuit with attached fingerless gloves, he'd always wanted one of. Of course, it was prohibitively expensive. He eyeballed the sphere and shrugged, setting the picture on the bed and staring at it intently as he gripped the ball.
In a moment, he felt a strange creeping feeling over his body. The seemingly solid object had become a thick, viscous liquid that slid over his body in a smooth motion. The sensation was odd to say the least but he kept his mind on the picture. After a few seconds, the undulations had stopped. He turned to face himself in the mirror, smiling broadly as he saw an exact replica of the suit clinging tightly to his frame. Flexing his hands and arms, he watched the suit shift and contort as if it were made of the appropriate fabric.
His own clothes had seemingly been removed by the object, as he could feel the almost rubbery texture against his skin. It tingled a little as he moved, smoothly shifting around every joint and contour. He blushed a little as he felt himself stiffen, rubbing against the inside of the suit. As he touched the bulge, the fabric parted, letting his erection slip out into the open air. It wasn't a feature on the original suit but he wasn't about to object.
He slid his hand down and squeezed his shaft softly, trailing his fingers along it's length as his other hand trailed over the contours of the suit. It was incredibly arousing to him, feeling his body encased like this and the suit seemed to respond in kind, undulating along his flesh as his mind began to cloud. He settled onto his bed, fondling himself as his eyes drifted shut, imagining himself suited up and in the ocean. The warm currents running along his body. His thoughts drifted to one of his favorite fantasies, feeling the arms of a muscular, bull orca slipping around him. The touch of smooth, slippery flesh against him and those thick fingers gripping his chest.
It was the same orca every time, he'd spent months picturing it in his mind's eye. Sleek and sensual but also strong. With piercing blue eyes and a thick, powerful tail. A thick, dark cock poking out of his vent, contrasting to the milky white of his underbelly, just daring Simon to touch it. He blushed a little as he pictured that bull, his body warming as he felt the suit tingle once more.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pull in his belly. His hand slipped away from his shaft and gripped the bed as his eyes opened. The suit had begun to move again, coating his hands and feet before sliding up over his head. He opened his mouth, only to feel it slip inside as well. For a moment all he could feel was his entire body tensing, his eyes shutting tight for a moment before opening again. The suit continued to undulate, rippling along his flesh as he rolled out of the bed. His eyes locked on the mirror as he felt his belly tighten again.
The suit had completely encompassed him, making him look like a shadow. The material rippled in his reflection, shifting and shaping along his featureless form. He watched as the profile of his face pushed outwards, rounding into a cetacean beak. His body began to lengthen as he watched a thick bulge begin to arch from his back, splaying out in a broad tail. His eyes fogged for a moment before returning to sharpness, now an icy, arctic blue. The process seemed to stop for a moment, letting him draw in a deep breath and get to his feet.
In the mirror was now an orca like creature, the ridge of a dorsal fin still growing from between his shoulders. His hands were thick and three-fingered, covered in a rubbery flesh. Slowly, the milky white of his chest rose up out of the dark covering, trailing all the way down to the fleshy pink of a vent. behind him, he felt the thickness of his muscular tail, subconsciously swaying it back and forth as he adapted to it. His short beak opened, showing rows of tiny teeth and a thick, pinkish tongue. It was dumbfounding, staring at himself as an anthro. The instructions had only mentioned garments, not entire bodysuits. He pinched at the space between his fingers, testing to see if it reacted like the fabric. Instead, a sharp prick of pain ran through him.
He blinked. It didn't make a suit for him. It actually made him an orca.
The first thing he felt was panic. What in the hell was he going to do now? He stared at his meaty hands and whimpered. Slowly, though, he calmed down. Even if it was a change, the device likely still could turn him back. It shifted him so easily, after all.
It was then that he got another thought.
Gingerly, he closed his eyes, drawing back up the image of the bull once more. He felt his body begin to tingle again as the suit responded. Directing his thoughts, he traced his mind's eye along the contours of his dream orca's body. Imagining his fingertips trailing over the thick ridges of muscle, down along the smooth contours of his abs. He opened his eyes again slowly, focusing on the mirror before him.
His body began to shift again, his flesh undulating as he felt a tingle run through his spine. Smoothly, inches of fat vanished from his body as they were replaced with thick cords of muscle. His biceps and forearms swelling, as a gasp slipped from his rubbery lips. His chest broadened, tapering down as it reached his waist. Firm ridges rose up from his milky belly, outlining the taut abdominals beneath. He groaned and flexed his thighs, feeling them swell up as well, splaying out his legs as his calves bulged out from beneath his hide.
His breathing was labored, tongue trailing along his lips as the last of the changes settled into place. All over, he was smooth and packed with muscle, every inch now a powerful predator. His slit grew a darker red, the tip of his dark shaft rising up from it's confines. Arrogantly, he gripped it in his thick hand, squeezing along it's length as he watched himself in the mirror.
He felt every vein of his new length pulse under his sensitive touch, throbbing with need as he bucked forward into his hand. He imagined himself in the role reversal, thrusting hard into his old human body, feeling it clench around his new shaft. Deep within the confines of his slit, he could feel his balls churning as he lost himself in his desire. He pushed his other hand inside, rubbery fingertips pressing along the fleshy bulges as he stroked himself harder. His hips bucked forward as with a strangled cry he felt his new balls empty themselves onto the floor, splattering the mirror with his thick cum. Every sensation ripped through his body as he leaned forward to steady himself, letting his hand slip from his slit and resting it on the wall.
Lifting his head slowly, he turned to face the bed, blinking as the saw the sphere resting there in the middle of the sheets. He stared down at his still muscled body and quickly turned to grab the instructions where he had left them.
"Intense emotional moments will set a shape." He read, "The sphere will retract when an 'outfit' is finalized. Additional 'outfits' may be created later."
A smile spread across his beak as he trailed his fingers along the outside of the sphere before turning back to the mirror.
"I think this needs to be tested on others as well..." He said to his reflection.