(swimsuit tf)

Tessa walked through the locker room beaming with pride and nostalgia. She had returned to her alma mater to give a motivational speech to the college's swim team. The coach was quite happy to invite Tessa to speak to the team given her status as the most successful swimmer in the school's history, having won two national titles and set the team's record for fastest backstroke time by a wide margin. She was now getting attention from the national team to go to the next Olympics. While she addressed the current group of young women on the team, they were awestruck. Having just wrapped up her speech, Tessa was taking a walk around the pool area and locker room for old time's sake.



She was just about to pass her old locker when she heard a gasp. Apparently one of the team's current swimmers had arrived early for practice.



"Oh wow! I didn't think you were still here!" The young woman said excitedly.



"Just taking a look around for nostalgia." Tessa replied. "I take it you're on this year's swim team?"



"Yep, I just joined. It's only my freshman year. I'm Kylie, it's great to meet you in person!" The enthusiastic girl replied.



"Nice to meet you too, I'll be sure to look for your name in the meet results." Tessa replied.



"Well..." Kylie suddenly appeared nervous.



"What is it?" Tessa asked, taken aback by Kylie's sudden change in demeanor.



"I haven't been able to establish myself much with the team yet so I was wondering....would you mind helping me get better....if it's not too much trouble." Kylie said sheepishly.



Tessa considered the request for a moment. She was going to be in town for a while before the Olympic trials the following summer. Kylie seemed like a nice person and by coaching someone else she could keep her own skills sharp.



"You know what? I don't mind helping you out." Tessa said.



"Really!?!" Kylie exclaimed, regaining her enthusiasm. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Now hold still for a second."



"What do you mean hold sti-?" Tessa didn't get to finish the question before Kylie's hand shot up and stuck something to Tessa's forehead.



Tessa wanted to ask what that was for, but she found herself unable to speak. Movement seemed impossible and her whole body began to feel strange. She began to feel like she was.......melting? Her field of vision sank to the floor until she found herself staring at the ceiling. Tessa was stuck lying there, feeling like her body had lost all shape.



Had she just been drugged by Kylie? Nothing felt right, she seemed....flat? What was that thing Kylie stuck to her head? Why would she do this after Tessa had agreed to help her?



"Oh wow it worked!" Kylie shouted. She didn't seem to be disturbed at all by Tessa collapsing to the ground. Kylie bent down and picked Tessa up. Tessa was shocked by the ease with which Kylie grabbed and lifted her with one hand. Something was definitely wrong. The longer this went on, the more strange Tessa felt. Now she seemed smaller and lighter, with a definitely not human shape. She also didn't feel solid at all.



"Well, I guess we won't really know if it worked until I try you on." Kylie continued. "If all goes well, I'll slowly be able to absorb all of the swimming knowledge you have while I'm wearing you."

"Try me on? Wear me? What the hell are you talking about?" Tessa tried to ask, but she remained unable to speak. She could only dangle from Kylie's hand feeling a mix of fear and anger as she was carried across the locker room. Kylie stood in front of the locker room's mirror and held Tessa in front of her chest.



However, Tessa didn't see herself in the mirror. Kylie's reflection was simply holding a one-piece swimsuit identical to the ones worn by the college's swim team. In her own college days, Tessa had worn a swimsuit just like the one that was now where her own reflection should be. Kylie's words about trying Tessa on and wearing her were starting to click in Tessa's mind. "Am I that swimsuit?" Tessa asked herself.



"No, this has to be a dream, or a hallucination from whatever she drugged me with." Tessa tried to reassure herself. People don't turn into swimsuits. There's no way this is real.



Others from the swim team began to enter the locker room. "Well, guess we better get ready for practice, partner!" Kylie said cheerfully. She carried Tessa back toward her locker and set her down on the bench. Tessa was unable to look away as Kylie began to undress herself. Other members of the team walked by on their way to their own lockers. None of them paid any attention to Tessa lying on the bench next to Kylie. Shouldn't they notice her lying there unable to move? She had just spoken in front of all of them and yet they're acting like she's not there. Unless she wasn't there as far as they knew....their lack of reaction would make sense if all that they saw there was a swimsuit....



Tessa could only watch as Kylie removed all of her clothes. She then picked up Tessa and slid one of her legs through Tessa's thin new form all the way through a hole at the bottom. The sensation was incredibly jarring to Tessa and she did not have any time to process it before Kylie extended her other leg into another hole. Tessa was then helplessly pulled up over Kylie's body feeling every contour of Kylie's skin on the way up. Finally, Kylie pulled what felt like the should be Tessa's arms over her shoulders and Tessa's form contracted tightly and intimately over Kylie's entire torso. Tessa's situation was impossible to deny now. She was a swimsuit and she was being worn.



"Wow, you look the same but you're way more comfortable than the suit team handed out!' Kylie said cheerfully.



"What are you talking about? I don't want to be 'comfortable,' you psychopath!" Tessa tried and failed to say.



Nothing about this situation was comfortable for Tessa. She immediately became aware of every inch of Kylie that she was covering. She clearly felt Kylie's breasts, butt, bellybutton and vagina against the flat nylon that now made up her being. Tessa was sharply aware of every breath Kylie took and every movement she made as Tessa's new form stretched and contracted to accommodate it.



Kylie began to leave the locker room and the simple act of her walking was torture for Tessa as her lower half was being constantly pulled by the swinging of Kylie's hips and the jiggling of her butt. Tessa also discovered that her 'eyes' (or whatever was allowing her to see despite being a swimsuit) were located at Kylie's chest level. Her vision shook with each step as Kylie's breasts bounced.



Kylie left the locker room and made her way to the side of the pool. Once there, she began her warm up stretches. There was not a single second of relief for the sentient swimsuit Kylie was wearing. "Please stop moving....." Tessa begged futility as she was forced to stretch with Kylie.



Eventually, the coach called for everyone to line up and Kylie took her spot at the edge of the pool. When the whistle sounded, she dove in to begin her practice laps. Tessa's new form instantly became saturated with water, causing her to cling even more tightly to Kylie's body. The contrast between the warmth of Kylie's skin and the coldness of the water around them was dizzying. It was incredibly strange, being underwater but not feeling deprived of oxygen as a swimsuit has no need to breathe.



Tessa couldn't ponder these sensations for more than an instant before Kylie began to swim. The movement was even more jarring for Tessa than when Kylie was just walking or stretching. The kicking of Kylie's legs, the swinging of her arms, the sharpness of her breathing, the rubbing of her skin, all of it combined to ensure there was not a single instant that Tessa wasn't being stretched or pulled uncomfortably.



There was seemingly no end to Kylie's workout as she did countless laps in the backstroke, straining Tessa until she felt like she was going to tear. Kylie climbed out of the pool and Tessa wearily hoped that was the end of it, only for Kylie to dive back in and do even more laps practicing her breaststroke. It was the most vivid nightmare that Tessa had ever experienced and it just never seemed to end.  Unfortunately for Tessa, it was far too vivid to be a dream. Every time Kylie got to the other end of the pool, she just turned around and swam back the other way.



Tessa wanted nothing more than to get off this ride she was stuck on. She would never be able to look at swimsuits the same now that she was experiencing being worn as one. It was made even worse by the fact that she was wrapped skintight around the person who had done this to her. How was this possible? How can she even be conscious as a piece of clothing? Can she be changed back? Tessa tried to ponder all of these questions, but it was impossible to think as she was given no relief from the stretching and rubbing that Kylie's swimming was subjecting her to. Tessa only seemed to cling tighter to Kylie the longer she soaked in the pool water.  She felt as if she could be torn apart by constant motion at any moment.



It was impossible for Tessa to know how long she was an unwilling passenger of Kylie's swim practice, but eventually Kylie came to a stop. She treaded water for a few seconds before casually padding to the side of the pool. Even with the reduced movement speed, Tessa was still sharply aware of every motion and Kylie's breathing was still rapid. Tessa could even feel Kylie's heart pounding from the intense workout.



Kylie reached the edge of the pool and pulled herself out. The sharp upward motion gave Tessa yet another unpleasant jolt. The air felt cold and empty to Tessa after being submerged in the pool water. Kylie fully pulled herself out of the water and began walking. Tessa was sopping wet. With each step Kylie took, more water came dripping out of the soaked swimsuit. Kylie grabbed a towel and began to dry off, subjecting Tessa to the extremely unpleasant sensation of the towel's rough fabric rubbing against the smooth nylon she was now made of. On the outside it felt like she was being sandpapered by the towel while on the inside she was being roughly pulled and rubbed against Kylie's skin. Tessa couldn't believe her thin form could take such punishing friction.



Once she finished drying off, Kylie began to walk to the locker room. Tessa was once again subjected to the swinging Kylie's hips and the jiggling of her breasts and butt, the sensations even more pronounced now that Tessa's lingering dampness practically had her sticking to Kylie.



Instead of heading to her locker, Kylie stepped into the showers. She turned the hot water on and let it run for a few seconds before stepping into the flowing water. The warm water of the shower would have felt good to Tessa if not for the fact that she still had Kylie's constantly moving body inside of her. Kylie lathered and rinsed herself while still wearing Tessa, the former not seeming particularly worried how rough she was being with the latter. Kylie scrubbed both herself and her swimsuit thoroughly to get all of the chlorination washed out. When Kylie was satisfied she finally grabbed one of Tessa's shoulder straps and began to remove the tortured swimsuit. Being pulled off of Kylie's wet body was yet another vivid stretching sensation but Tessa was glad that the torment of being worn was finally coming to an end.



Kylie turned off the shower and held up the swimsuit. Nothing could have prepared Tessa for what came next as Kylie twisted her roughly to wring her out. This was by far the worst thing that had happened to her since her transformation. She simultaneously felt as if she was being stretched to the point of tearing, twisted to the point of unraveling, and crushed to a pulp under Kylie's grip. Oblivious to the misery she was inflicting on her senior, she shook the twisted swimsuit roughly, determined to get as much water out of it as she could. Tessa's thoughts were simply reduced to silent screams.



Finally Kylie was satisfied and relented her grip. She wrapped herself in a towel and carried Tessa to her locker. Tessa was set down on the bench in front of the locker and finally got a few moments of stillness. Tessa could do nothing lay there and watch Kylie dress herself with a disturbingly happy look on her face. Did she have any idea what she had just put Tessa through or had she not even considered it? Tessa wasn't sure which answer was worse.



Once she had finished putting her clothes on, Kylie picked up her swimsuit and held it close. "Thanks again for helping me, I feel like my form has already gotten better." Kylie said in a sincere tone of voice that nonetheless did nothing to ease Tessa's anger and shock.



"I meant I would coach you not that I would be your swimsuit! Why would you think anyone would agree to that, you psycho?! How the fuck did you do this to me!? Whatever you did, undo it now! I never want to see you again!" Tessa screamed mentally with no way to actually make Kylie hear her words.



"If I improved this much after just one practice, I can't wait to see how good I'll be after a full season with you!" Kylie said happily.



Pure crushing dread filled Tessa's mind in sharp contrast to Kylie's bubbly demeanor. Kylie moved her arm to place the swimsuit in her locker.



"Wait! No! What do you mean a full season!? You can't keep me like this that long! Just one practice was pure hell! I have a life! I've got the Olympic trials coming up! You can't do this to me! Change me back! CHANGE ME BACK!!!!!" Tessa frantically attempted to scream.



Kylie pulled Tessa onto a hanger and left the ordinary looking swimsuit hanging inside her locker. "See you tomorrow, partner!" Kylie said cheerfully before closing the locker door. The click of the lock echoed forebodingly.



For a short time afterwards there were some faint sounds of talking as other members of the swim team finished changing, but after that, the locker room was dead quiet.



Tessa had been unable to form much in the way of coherent thoughts while she was enduring the constant motion of Kylie's body. However, now that she was alone in the stillness and silence of the small locker, all she could do was think, and being able to think clearly about her situation was its own form of torment. She had no idea how Kylie had turned her into a swimsuit, something like that shouldn't be possible. She was also clueless as to how she could still see, hear, feel and think as a swimsuit. Nothing about this made sense. The longer she was left alone with her thoughts, the more they drifted to more dread inducing questions. Was Kylie serious about keeping her like this all season? She didn't know how she would make it through months of the same torture she just went through. If Kylie did keep her like this all season, would she be changed back after that? What if......what if she couldn't be changed back?



With no ability to move or speak, she had no way to pursue answers to these questions or find a way out of her predicament. All she could do was dangle from the hanger in the silent locker and wait for Kylie to put her on again.