Finally, it was the weekend. No more being used for magic practice by your girlfriend, Sophia, as she worked her first week as Assistant Witch at the Rosewood Emporium. She wanted to make it up to you, insisting on spending the day however and wherever you liked. The weather was warm and sunny, and your body still ached from your ordeal, so a relaxing day at the pool seemed like the natural choice. You’d just finished changing into your swimwear, bundling up your clothes, when Sophia’s hand waved from the stall next to yours.
“Hey, honey, could you give me a hand with something?” She called, the sing-song voice that you just couldn’t resist. You wondered what she could possibly need help with but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to see her undressed. Grabbing your clothes, you stepped out of your own cubicle, checking no-one was looking before slipping into Sophia’s. You dropped your clothes on the ground, turning to see her standing there, completely naked.
You couldn’t help but blush a little, surprised but so pleased to see her there, more than a few indecent thoughts coming to mind. The yellow lights of the changing room seemed to give her body a glow, her warm brown skin so tempting and inviting. You stepped closer, running your hands down the curves of her body, grabbing her firm ass and gently pulling her closer to you. She smirked, grabbing your hands from her ass and pulling them out to the side, stepping closer still to close the distance, her nipples gently brushing against your chest.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind...” She smirked, amber eyes staring into yours, her face the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, black curls shining golden in the light. “But I’m not going to complain, if you want to get close to me.”
“I always want to be close to you...” You replied with a slight smile, playfully trying to tug your hands free. Sophia didn’t let go, stretching them out and up, draping them around her neck, releasing them and letting them lay there. You laced your fingers together, feeling her hands gripping around your back and pulling you flat against her chest. You could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the slight quiver of her breasts as they were pressed flat against you. She leant against your shoulder, whispering into your ear.
“Want to see how close you can get?” Her cryptic reply made you pause a bit, pulling away. You tried to remove your arms from around her, but your fingers were stuck. The more you tugged, the more it hurt, your flesh beginning to knit together.
“Babe… what are you doing…?”
“Well, you said you wanted to be as close to me as possible, so I figured I’d give you a treat! You’re going to be a lovely swimsuit...” She beamed at you while you kept trying to move your fingers, anything to pry them apart, but they seemed firmly fused together. Behind her the bones of your fingers melted away, hands blending together seamlessly, one finger merging with the next.
“Sophia, I just wanted to have a swim…” you sighed a little, defeated, knowing how little choice you had in the matter.
“But you love being my clothes… And besides, this way you can swim without any effort” Sophia replied, voice so warm and cheerful, oddly reassuring. It was true, you did enjoy being an object, just something for her to use, you just wished she gave you a little more choice in the matter. Your body was starting to shrink, getting lighter, beginning to deflate slightly as your organs begin to shut down. After all, a swimsuit didn’t need to eat or breathe. You felt yourself slipping down Sophia’s body, arms still firmly around her neck as your head sank down, brushing in between her breasts, making her giggle slightly.
Continuing to shrink, it wasn’t long before you were barely standing. Lifting yourself up on tiptoes, you could feel the growing tension in your arms as they took the weight of your body. Looking up you could see your arms deflating, bones and muscle fading, leaving your skin to collapse into thin strips of fabric. Toes slipping from the floor, Sophia slumped forward a little as you arms took your weight, your skin stretching a little under the strain. She giggled, arching her back, shifting your flattening torso to rest on her soft chest.
You stared up at her, mouth flexing, trying to speak but no sound came out. Sophia was smiling down at you, love and delight written on her face, even as your view shifted. Your face was shrinking into her breasts as your body collapsed, the sensation like your face was melting into her cleavage, looking up at her neck and those gleaming silver fabric your arms had become. Skin twitched and shifted, the sides curling up forming thinner straps, a tickling feeling as stitches appeared along the length of them to form seams. Your arms were barely indistinguishable from fabric now, metallic skin glinting in the warm light of the changing room, catching off the texture of your changed skin. Sophia ran her hands down your arms, flat against her skin, moving down your body as the metallic texture crawled over your body, flowing across your back.
Hanging below you, limp legs swung from side to side each time Sophia moved, swinging loose as muscles and bones shrank away. An invisible force pressed on your feet, flattening them and merging your toes together. Sophia giggled again, shifting about and spreading her legs out. The invisible force guided your legs up between her legs, feeling the warmth of her body as the wrapped up and over her ass. Pulling them tight, they started to blend together, skin knitting together into a single piece of fabric. Running further up her back, your feet were tugged in opposite directions, wrapping around her sides to merge with your torso.
You gasped a little, from pleasure as much as the last vestiges of air escaping from your collapsing lungs. As your feet merged with your sides, your body began to tighten, flattening as it was pulled across Sophia’s body. Your fabric skin smoothed out across the contours of her body, what was once your feet flowing into your torso, blending together perfectly. Sophia ran her hands across you, tugging at your sides, her fingers catching against newly forming seams. She pulled your legs outwards, spreading them wider and flatter, curving over the smooth flesh of her ass.
“Now for the finishing touch…” She placed her hands on back of your head, pressing your face firmly into her breasts. Vision turned to black, senses dulling as she gently pressed and squeezed, smoothing your head out between your shoulders, blending it into the rest of your body. Your face was stretching sideways, spreading across her breasts, the tight fabric you were becoming ensuring your face was nestled perfectly between them. Her fingers played across your back of your head, stretching and tugging at your skin, pressing into her breasts, smoothing over the join between head and arms. Your body got tighter and tighter with each passing moment and you could feel the weight of her breasts resting in you, pressing against your face and stretching your arms down even more.
“A perfect fit…” She gasped, stretching her arms back and pressing her chest forward, the light glinting off the metallic surface of the swimsuit you had become, your body feeling like it was stretching to its limits. Relaxing her body, she ran her hands across your again, pressing your belly into hers, the slight depression of her navel… then further down, fingers tracing the shape of her body as they ran between her legs. Your whole body quivered with pleasure at the touch of her skin, the shape of her body, the warmth of it.
She bundled the rest of her clothes into a bag, along with the perfectly good orange swimsuit she’d been planning to wear, quickly gathering up your own belongings and bundling them into a locker. With each step she took you could feel the shift in her body, muscles tensing and relaxing in her torso, breasts shifting from side to side. She paused a moment in front of the mirror, snapping her fingers to let you see from her own eyes the swimsuit you had become. Shimmering silver skin running across her torso, the high neckline keeping it modest though your unnatural tight skin left little to the imagination. Turning a little you realised what had become of your legs, spreading up and over her ass, sweeping around her waist to meet your sides, blending perfectly up to your shoulders. She smiled at her reflection, and at you, a sense of satisfaction welling up inside you: you were her swimsuit, covering her body perfectly, and she loved you.
Sophia walked to the pool, drawing a few gazes from the crowd, smiling to herself at the attention she was receiving. You might have felt a pang of jealousy, but it was overwhelmed by the pride you felt in helping her appear more beautiful than ever. She gracefully stepped to the side of the pool, anticipation building in you as you realised what was coming. Taking a deep breath in, you skin tingling a little as her chest puffed out, she dove into the water. Her body slid into the water, splashing slightly, your body glittering with bubbles of trapped air as cool water slowly seeped into you.
It was a strange feeling as your body filled with water, feeling heavier and sluggish, making you cling even more closely to Sophia was she swam about the pool. A slight sting of chlorine as it mingled with your fabric. Occasionally a bubble would dislodge, tickling as it ran across your body, escaping to the surface. The warmth of her body spread to you, slowly warming you back up again as she swam lengths back and forth. It felt wonderful, the flow of the water playing over your body, disturbed by her passing arms. You could feel every movement and twitch of her muscles under her skin, her breasts bobbing about slightly whenever she paused for breath.
You didn’t know how long you’d been swimming, lost to the simple pleasures of being a swimsuit, but suddenly you realised she was climbing out of the pool. She climbed the steps up, slowly emerging, water streaming off her body. Your already shiny skin gleaming as water trickled off it. Her hair cascaded down her back, matted with water, tickling against your arms as she shook it gently from side to side.
“Did you enjoy that, my darling swimsuit?” She whispered to you, gently placing a hand on her chest as she walked back to the changing rooms, recovering the bags from the locker. Back in the privacy of the changing room, she ran her hands firmly across your body, pressing you into her skin and squeezing a little water from you, trickling down her legs to the floor. “It’s been lovely, but it’s time to get you off, I think.”
You felt a slight pang of loss as she gripped the fabric that had once been your hands, stretching them out further as she lifted the strap over her head, brushing you against her wet hair. Your torso pulled up and outwards, peeling off her breasts, your old vision returning to you as you gazed at her glistening breasts now freed from your embrace. Letting your torso fall down, her fingers dug under your legs, pulling them off her ass before she shuffled you down her legs, your fabric body crumpling into a pile on the floor. Your whole body flexed and folded, collapsing into yourself, vision distorting a little as your face flexed.
Hands reached down to grip you, pulling and tugging as she turned you about. One grabbed your legs, the other your arms, stretching both out as far as possible. Your whole body was strung out, then spun together as she twisted you, wringing the remaining water from your body. “Hmm… too much chlorine in you to change you back now. Sorry, swimsuit, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home.”
She set you down on the bench, your body slumping slightly, eyes vaguely pointed up at her legs as she towelled herself off, slowly getting dressed as you layer there. Humming to herself, she bundled you up in her bag, wrapping you in her towel, pressing your body on all sides with the fuzzy towel, squeezing a little more water out of you. You remained there, in darkness, the bag swaying and tossing you about as she made her way home, soaking in the lingering chlorinated water.
Eventually, you were lifted out, unwrapped from the towel as she dropped you into the bathtub. Humming a little, she ran the shower over you. Cool, clean water splashed over your body. She rinsed you out, picking you up, tumbling you over and over again. The water was refreshing and cleansing, clearing the old pool water out of you. Shutting the shower off, she picked you up again and twisted you about, once again ringing as much water out of you as possible.
“There we are… nice and clean…” She carefully draped you out on the bathtub, before waving her hands over you. Your body felt like it was relaxing, tension you didn’t know was there releasing. Your legs flopped out, shifting away from your sides. Your head peeled out and separated out from your shoulders, your hands splitting apart as your fingers returned. Slowly you began to inflate, organs pushing your skin out as they regrew, squirming a little as they shifted inside your skin.
Bones and muscles filled out your limbs again, movement returning, just in time to roll you over as your regrown lungs coughed up the last of the water, gasping for breath. You collapsed back again, dazed, the feeling of all your senses and mobility overwhelming your mind. It was a lot to take in, given your most pressing thoughts a while ago had been just clinging to your girlfriend as tightly as possible.
“Woah, that was intense…” you finally said, looking up at Sophia, her hand reaching out to help you out of the tub.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You make such good clothes!” She grinned a little sheepishly, though you could tell it wouldn’t be long before she turned you into something else again. You shook yourself a little, grabbing a towel to dry yourself off.
“Um, babe,” you began, staring down at yourself, “why am I still silver…?”