Why the hell not.

Michael's mind wandered through his self convincing to imagining one of the submissive girls in the videos he'd seen, wearing an outfit just like this, or something like it. The women in those videos didn't have 8 inches of solid dick like this suit did. His mind floated along thinking of the bondage videos until he realized he was stiff as could be.

"Gaaaah! What am i doing?" He yelled at himself. Thinking he should just put it on already and get it over with. He then wondered if he could get off through the dick sheath, and decided that was going to be his goal.

Finally after an egregious amount of time mulling it over be opened the zipper that ran down the front to about the belly button area and tried working his way in, only to find it was a little more difficult than he expected.

'Lube. Right.' He thought to himself and grabbed the box, thinking it must have come with some. Sure enough he found it, and began applying it, bit by bit to his feet and legs to get into the suit.

This time he slid right in, his toes going right into the formed rubber toes of the suit. Continuing with the lube he worked up his legs to the hips, where the sheath was. It probably would've been a little harder to stuff it in had he been flaccid, but he was able to push his average erect 5 inches in without issue. He reached around the outside of the suit and jokingly made a tug on the much larger member now surrounding his own, and was a little shocked to find he felt every bit of it.

He began working into the suit with more enthusiasm after that, with the thought that it might be a bit more fun than he expected. One arm went in, then the other, working the hands down to the gloved fingertips of the suit, then pulling it up over his shoulders. He felt a little restricted by the tightness, but overall enjoyed the feeling, and was glad that the zipper was on the front side, because there was no way he would've been able to zip it up from the back.

It was snug as he worked it up, pulling in the small and mostly uninflated breasts of the suit across his chest, until he had worked it all the way up the neck, and hidden it behind a small flap of latex. There was a little ring around a collar on it that he snapped from one side to the other, before calling it basically done and heading to the bathroom to get a look at himself.

Michael had blond hair he been growing out, in a very beach bum surfer kind of look, that went down a little past his shoulders. He had a pretty clean shaven face mostly from genetics not giving him much to work with, but partially because his work as a waiter required it. But the overall look that he caught in the mirror shocked him.

Minus the shlong between his legs he could have been mistaken for a slightly manish looking taller girl before you looked closer. The high collar of the rubber hid hid Adam's apple, and he wasn't a very muscular guy. Instead he started for a minute at the kind of ugly female version of himself with some perky little A cups.

'Oh yeah! The tits!' He thought to himself. He lifted up each to find the small finger operated valves and slowly began pumping them up. He found himself getting more and more turned on as he did though, watching his fake breasts enlarge in front of him. It didn't help that it was like he could feel the pressure, in an odd way, with every little pump.

When he got up to about a C cup, he stopped to admire himself in the mirror. He turned to the side, enjoying a little side boob action, being highly aware of the erect member jutting out into the air and pulsing with his own heart beat as the blood pumped.

His ass, on the other hand, didn't seem to live up to the rest of the suit. He disappointingly reached down and grabbed the barely handful of fatty tissue he had, thinking he'd probably need to pad it or something to get the full effect; only to perk up when he felt the same little valves that were under the breasts.

Michael quickly pumped his cheeks up to a generous tight yoga pants girl size. Before catching himself smiling in the mirror. He almost had the thought he was going a little too far, if it hadn't been pushed out by a feeling that he just looked a little better.