Chapter 5: Bunnysuit
The dorm was quiet, a rare and hollow sound after the previous night’s frenzy. Kalen woke alone, the memory of being so utterly filled by his roommates a persistent, aching ghost in his muscles. The others had left for early classes, leaving him in the neon-striped gloom. He stretched, and the movement stirred a different kind of memory—a hazy, dream-logic image of black latex, fishnet, and the impossible, obscene swell of flesh constrained by fabric.
He sat up, the thin sheet pooling in his lap. The wish. It had slipped out in that foggy space before sleep, a half-formed fantasy given power. He’d wished for the bunny suits, for what they would do. A low thrill, guilty and electric, curled in his gut.
He swung his legs out of bed and padded to his closet. When he opened the door, it was there. Not tucked away or hidden, but hanging front and center as if it had always been, a fact of the universe. The material was sleek, black latex that gleamed dully in the low light. The fishnet leggings were separate, fine-webbed and delicate. A pair of cuffs with tiny, silky bunny tails sat on the shelf above.
“Holy shit,” he whispered to the empty room.
Since the wish was true, it had always been true. This outfit had always been in his closet. Maybe he’d worn it before, in this revised reality. The thought made his cock, still soft from sleep, give a tentative twitch.
He had the dorm to himself. Why not?
The latex was cool and unforgiving as he stepped into it, shimmying it up his thighs. It hugged his lean frame like a second skin, taut across his flat stomach. He pulled the fishnets on next, the diamond pattern stretching over his calves and thighs. He didn’t have the full suit with the corset and cuffs from his dream; this was a simpler, sleeker version—a one-piece that zipped up the back, leaving his arms and shoulders bare. He struggled with the zipper, finally getting it secured. The material compressed his chest, his pecs pushed together slightly.
He looked in the full-length mirror tacked to the back of the door.
The effect was immediate and startling. The black latex made his skin look paler, his dark eyes wider. The fishnets blurred the lines of his legs, creating a provocative, textured shadow. He looked…objectified. A piece of living, breathing erotica. He turned, glancing over his shoulder at the reflection of his ass. The latex stretched over it, smooth and rounded.
Then he felt it.
A slow, warm, internal pulse, deep in his glutes. A faint, almost pleasant pressure, like a muscle filling with blood after a workout. He watched, fascinated, as the curve of his backside seemed to grow fuller, pushing against the shiny material. It wasn’t painful. It was a steady, relentless expansion. The latex grew tighter, straining, beginning to shine with tension across the rapidly swelling hemispheres. His ass was growing, just as he’d wished. The longer he wore it, the bigger it would get.
A second sensation bloomed in his chest. A familiar, itchy fullness behind his nipples, but accelerated, intense. He looked down. His pecs, already defined, were beginning to round out, pushing against the latex. The fabric grew taut, and as he watched, damp patches formed directly over his nipples. The material darkened as it was soaked through. Milk. His pecs were filling, five times faster than normal.
He brought a hand up, pressing against the wet spot. A jet of warm, thin milk spurted through the porous weave of the fishnet underneath, hitting the mirror with a soft pat. The scent was sweet and musky.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice shaky.
He was hard now, his cock trapped and straining against the front of the suit, a prominent ridge in the glossy black. He could feel that swelling, too. A heavy, thickening growth, his balls drawing up tighter, fuller.
He spent the morning in a state of hypersensitive, surreal arousal. He tried to watch TV, but he couldn’t sit still. His ass had swollen to twice its normal size, a huge, rounded shelf of flesh that made the latex creak when he moved. He was constantly aware of its weight, its presence. His pecs were now full, heavy breasts, continuously lactating. The front of the suit was a mess of sticky milk. He’d taken to holding a towel to his chest, but it was soaked through in minutes.
The door to the dorm burst open around noon.
Leo stood in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, frozen. His eyes went wide, then narrowed with a hungry, familiar gleam. “Well, fuck me sideways,” he drawled, dropping his bag with a thud. He kicked the door shut behind him, his gaze locked on Kalen. “Got a little lonely, didn’t you?”
Kalen stood up, the movement awkward with his new proportions. The latex squeaked. “I… I was just…”
“Don’t even try to explain,” Leo said, stepping closer. His voice dropped, rough with want. “I remember you in that thing. You wore it to that party last semester. Made a fucking scene.” The false memory, smooth as glass, settled between them. “Looks even better now. Been feeding those tits, huh?”
Kalen could only nod, mesmerized by the raw desire on Leo’s face. Leo closed the distance, his hands coming up to grope the massive, milk-heavy pecs through the soaked latex. He squeezed, and twin streams shot out, soaking the front of Leo’s shirt.
“Jesus Christ,” Leo growled. He didn’t bother with the zipper. He grabbed the neckline of the suit and pulled, the strong latex tearing with a loud, rubbery rip down to Kalen’s navel. Kalen’s swollen chest spilled out, nipples dark and hard, dripping. Leo leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard.
The sensation was blinding. Kalen cried out, his hands flying to Leo’s head. Leo sucked and nursed, gulping down the sweet milk while his other hand roamed down, clutching the enormous, latex-covered ass. He kneaded the flesh, his fingers digging in. “Fuck, your ass is unreal. Like two pillows. Gonna smother me with it.”
He pulled off Kalen’s nipple with a wet pop and pushed him back towards the nearest bed. Kalen fell onto the messy sheets, his huge ass settling like a weight. Leo tore the fishnet leggings off, then yanked the shredded latex suit down Kalen’s legs and off, throwing it aside. Kalen lay naked now, his body transformed: massive, milk-dripping pecs, a cock thick and full and achingly hard, and an ass so prodigious it lifted his hips off the mattress.
Leo stripped fast, his own impressive cock springing free, already leaking. “Gonna fuck this ridiculous ass,” he muttered, climbing onto the bed. He didn’t bother with prep. In this world, it wasn’t needed. He spat into his hand, slicked his length, and positioned himself at Kalen’s entrance. “You’re gonna take all of it.”
He pushed in.
The stretch was immense, overwhelming, but painless. Kalen screamed, back arching, milk spraying from his chest in arcs. Leo’s cock, already huge, felt monstrous as it forged its way inside, spreading him wider than ever before. Leo grunted, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against the absurd curve of Kalen’s backside.
“Yeah, you feel that?” Leo panted, already pulling back and slamming home. “You feel how fucking deep I am in this giant ass? God, it’s swallowing me.”
The sound was wet and meaty, a relentless slap of flesh on flesh. Leo set a brutal, punishing pace, each thrust jolting Kalen’s entire body, making his heavy pecs jiggle and leak. Kalen babbled, incoherent, lost in the sensation of being utterly filled, his own cock bouncing against his stomach, dripping pre-cum in a steady stream.
“Your fucking suit,” Leo grunted, hammering into him. “Makes you a perfect fucking toy. A cum-hungry, milk-dripping toy.” He reached around, grabbing a handful of Kalen’s pec, squeezing rhythmically as he fucked, milking him onto the sheets. “Gonna breed you so deep. Gonna pump this ass so full of come your guts are gonna float in it.”
Kalen could only sob with pleasure, the filthy words driving him higher. He felt a pressure building in his own balls, immense, a reservoir waiting to be unleashed. The suit’s effect. His load was going to be colossal.
Leo’s pace became erratic, frantic. “I’m there, fuck, I’m there!” he roared, and slammed in one last time, burying himself to the root. Kalen felt the hot, violent pulse deep inside him as Leo came. It wasn’t a few spurts; it was a seemingly endless flood, filling him, a hot geyser of semen that made his own stomach bloat slightly. Leo groaned, long and low, pumping what felt like pints into Kalen’s depths.
As Leo’s cock finally began to soften and slip out, Kalen’s own orgasm ripped through him. It was less an ejaculation and more an eruption. His cock jerked, and a thick rope of come shot out, hitting his own chin. Then another. And another. It didn’t stop. It was a geyser, a fountain, painting his chest, his neck, the sheets in thick, pearly streams. It kept coming, an impossible volume, pooling in the valley between his massive pecs, mixing with the spilled milk.
Leo watched, breathless, a cocky smile on his face. “Damn. That’s a lot of come, dude.”
Kalen collapsed, spent, his body a landscape of extreme, hypersensitive flesh. The room stank of sex, milk, and latex. His ass felt used, stretched, and impossibly full. His pecs ached, still slowly leaking.
Leo rolled off, lying beside him. “The guys are gonna lose their minds when they see you like this.”
As if on cue, the dorm room door handle rattled. A key turned in the lock.
Kalen’s breath hitched. He was too wrecked to move, a glistening, overfilled mess on the bed. The door began to swing open.