John Smith, trapped in a bodysuit

Waking up that fateful morning, John had no idea of the dramatic and bizarre turn his life was about to take. He'd left his wife, Julia, sleeping peacefully and headed out to the gym for his usual Saturday morning workout. He may be edging toward fifty, but he had no intention of letting himself go the way some of his friends had.

Work out complete, he'd arrived home to find the house empty.

Julia, he knew, had a brunch date with some of her country club friends and likely wouldn't be back until after noon.

He wasn't sure about Rebecca, his eldest, possibly she'd been called in to cover a shift at the coffee shop where she worked. He'd been hoping to have a catch-up with her and maybe gently nudge her about the possibility of finding her own place. It really was past time the girl stood on her own two feet, but she seemed perfectly happy as a part-time barista by day and fooling and with her ridiculous "band" in the evenings. Convinced that she was on the verge of stardom while playing for pennies in seedy dive bars.

The real mystery though was Kevin his youngest, normally the boy was to be found shut up in his room. Either playing video games or, honestly, more likely jerking off to all manner of pornographic filth. Lord knows, John understood a young man had urges, a certain amount of masturbation was to be expected, was healthy, even, but since dropping out of college and moving back into the family home Kevin had done little else! Today, though, there was no sign of him and neither the clatter of simulated gunfire nor the moans of faked orgasms seeped from under his bedroom door.

Left entirely to his own devices, for once he made himself a coffee and pondered what to do...