Get a demonstration first

"Well, Dr. Hildebrand--"

"Zoe is fine."

"--Zoe, I never say no to free help, but you're going to need to explain to me these talents only you can do first before I know if you're sincere about this." You took out a little polishing rotary tool, removing some debris from the mirror.

Zoe strolled up behind you quickly, having removed her lab coat some time ago as she stood nearby, in a tank top and yoga pants that looked more like she was ready to relax than work. "Mind if I demonstrate, maybe? It'll just take a moment and then we can talk about the benefits of what it means."

You quirked an eyebrow, though you didn't really turn to look at Zoe for more than a moment. Something told you there was a fifty-fifty chance that whatever Zoe was going to do would end up with a call to HR. "If it's truly something that can help me and Kim, sure, but I just want you to know I'm really serious about her and me and can't let anyone else--"

You were interrupted by a sudden flurry of activity behind you. You dropped the mirror and rotary tool to the workbench as something struck you, wrapping you up from head to toe at incredible speed! It was warm, like a blanket, as your body was covered head to toe from whatever **** struck you, causing you to stand up with a jolt.

You looked down, seeing a sight you didn't expect, as your arms and legs, fully clad in work attire, were being enveloped by... skin? Your vision went dark for a moment, as something wrapped around your face from behind, sealing up in an instant. Moments later, you blinked your eyes open again, and looked down to get a clearer view.

Zoe's body greeted your vision, from a perspective you were entirely unfamiliar with. Specifically, her massive breasts and their enticing cleavage in the tank top obscured the remainder of your vision looking directly down. You stumbled for a step or two, looking at your hands in a bit of a daze, feeling strange movements and shifting with your body. Zoe's body had a different center of gravity in her hips, her legs were shaped different from yours, those breasts were menacingly jiggling all over the place, amplified by their novelty on your chest.

"What the hell..!" You exclaimed, but stopped, as your voice was no longer yours! Zoe spoke your words for you, at least that's what it sounded like. Your hands came up to cover your mouth, before feeling your face. Where was the stubble? Where was your sturdy, angular features? What was all this hair?

You looked around, expecting to see Zoe somewhere nearby, but she was gone. "Zoe, what the hell is this? Where are you?" You spoke in a sort of raspy, monotonous voice, not yet familiar with how to speak with your new voice box.

"I'm right here!" said a voice in your ear. "I'm wrapped around you, and I can manipulate your eardrums to hear my speech. And don't worry, you're still fully intact, but I'm compressing you a little. I'm a living bodysuit, Logan, and I can help you solve your relationship woes."

Your hands trailed along the body, not caring to be polite at the moment. You gripped and even tugged at your breasts--they were firmly attached, and you even felt a bit of pain when you grabbed too hard. You compressed your chest with your hands, looking further down the body. You weren't some massive person before Zoe wrapped around you, but you certainly didn't have the slim waist she possessed, so the fact that you had an impossible waistline and yet didn't feel like you were being squeezed to **** didn't register with you.

And then there was the business between the legs. Your hands shot there with suddenness, feeling how flat and smooth your crotch felt. Zoe giggled a little at your touch, but you weren't laughing. It was a strange sort of tactile dissonance--your hands felt a smooth surface, and you felt those hands on your body in return. But you still felt like you were still complete, somehow--just that your male parts--which may or may not be growing an erection from all this touching--were like phantom limbs.

"Relax, Logan, it's all still there. You're safe and sound inside my body, but it wouldn't be much of a trick if I couldn't keep my curves while being worn by my host. Like I said, no one else can do this, and it's how I can help you with your relationship."