The transformation suit

Chapter 1 by prometheus6699 prometheus6699

It had been a quiet morning so far. You had slept in late enjoying the comfort of your bed after a late night watching films on the tv. You had woken up not that long ago and were just enjoying lying there for now under the warmth of the covers.

Suddenly the doorbell went. You sit up with a start trying to work out who it could be. You certainly weren't expecting anyone and you were the only person who stayed in the flat. You decide to just leave it but then the doorbell goes again. 'Fine, fine,' You grumble to yourself as you push back the covers and swivel round to sit on the edge of the bed. You pause there for a moment. Then stand up.

You decide not to bother with any clothes and instead just walk towards the door in the boxers you were sleeping in. You pull the door open just as the doorbell rings again.

'What,' you shout angrily after being disturbed from your rest. You suddenly forget your anger as you see a hot delivery girl standing on the doorstep.

She's petite, around 5 feet 3, a brunette, her hair tucked up under her cap. You can see a cute little curl peeking out at one edge. As your eyes travel up and down her body you note the curves in all the right places. Her uniform is almost skin tight, hugging her body tightly. Her shorts are so short that they surely can't be regulation but you don't mind at all. Her top is wrapped tightly round her body, squeezing her C cup tits together. The buttons haven't been done up all the way and you get a great view of her cleavage as you stand there. You view finally travels to her face and you take in her delicate features, her pale blue eyes, her moist looking lips. You can't help but start to get hard. You hope she doesn't notice but you really don't have anything on that could hide it.

She smiles at you, enjoying your reaction. 'I have a delivery for you.' She gestures to the side and you finally notice a large crate sitting on the ground next to her. That's strange you think to yourself, I haven't ordered anything recently.

She offers you an electronic pad and a pen. You quickly sign off and pass it back to her. She checks it over then looks up at you. 'Any chance you could help me bring it in?' You smile, looking forward to getting to impress her. You walk over to it and pick it up with ease, carrying it through the front door before setting it down in the hall.

Does she leave... or hang around a bit longer?

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