Tessa could not get a moment of peace as everything in the duffle bag shook around ceaselessly. She almost wished for the stillness of the previous night. Of course, there really wasn't a good option for Tessa in her current state. Her existence was either crushing boredom or relentless stimulation. It was all dictated by the person carrying the bag Tessa was currently stuffed into.
It had been three weeks since Kylie had somehow transformed Tessa into a swimsuit, or maybe it was four. It was hard to keep track of how long it had been since most days were the same ordeal. The only break in the routine were the days Kylie took Tessa home to be washed. Such was the case the previous night, which was why Tessa was being carried back to the locker room in the gym bag now.
By now, Tessa knew all too well what would happen next once they got to the locker room. She would be placed on a hanger and left alone in Kylie's locker all day. The boredom would be overwhelming as she wouldn't be able to do anything to pass the time and she would not be able to see anything outside the locker. All she would be able to hope for would be to overhear conversations going on between people in the locker room. While she was stuck in the locker this was the only thing that could briefly give her something to focus on besides being trapped as a swimsuit.
The rest of the team had heard about Tessa's disappearance. It was a hot topic of conversation for days in the locker room, especially since Tessa's talk to the swim team was the last time anyone saw her. Tessa wondered if Kylie had joined in on any of these conversations. All of these other girls were talking about Tessa going missing like it was a terrible thing, but every time Tessa saw Kylie, she had that same happy, bubbly demeanor. How could she still be like that when everyone else was treating it as a serious matter? Everyone else was freaked out that their team's former star was missing, but Kylie was still cheerful, knowing full well what had happened to Tessa. Shouldn't this have been a hint to Kylie that turning a person into a swimsuit was not right?
Unfortunately, Tessa had plenty of reason to think Kylie wouldn't get the hint. She had also heard other members of the team talk about Kylie. Apparently, Kylie was a very promising freshman who came to this college specifically to compete on the swim team. However, she also had a reputation on the team for being a ditz. Several of the other girls made comments in the locker room about how she was pretty much oblivious to anything that didn't involve water. Kylie seemed to be clueless when it came to social cues. As a result, it was possible that Kylie might actually not have any idea that Tessa wasn't agreeing to be turned into a swimsuit when she said she was willing to help. Tessa couldn't believe anyone could be that deluded, though.
Tessa felt the thud of the bag as it was set on the locker room bench. The zipper opened and Tessa's vision was flooded with light. Tessa still had no idea how she was able to see as a swimsuit. When her vision adjusted, she was greeted to the sight of a naked Kylie. Tessa had expected to be thrown on the hanger and forgotten about during the day. She was unpleasantly surprised to be greeted by the sight of the body that had tormented her for weeks. Didn't Kylie have class? What was she doing already undressed?
Kylie grabbed Tessa and pulled her out of the bag. It was infuriating to see that smiling face. Tessa wanted more than anything to scream at Kylie to change her back. She wanted to demand an answer as to how Kylie could possibly think that Tessa would be fine with being turned into a swimsuit and be worn and stored and washed and wrung like she wasn't even a person anymore. By now though, Tessa knew all too well how powerless she was to demand anything. It would be impossible for a bystander to tell that the swimsuit dangling pathetically from Kylie's hands was even capable of thought.
"Hey Tessa! How are you doing today?" Kylie asked brightly.
"HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" Tessa mentally screamed, barely registering that this was the first time she had been addressed by name in weeks.
"You've been such a huge help to me, I can't believe how much my times have improved already. Thank you so much!" Kylie's gratitude seemed sincere, but Tessa couldn't begin to care.
"You can thank me by giving me my life back! Seriously, this has gone on long enough." Tessa continued, though no words could reach outside her own mind.
"Well, we're close to the moment we've been working for, we leave for the first swim meet tonight." Kylie kept going, as if talking to a swimsuit was a perfectly normal thing to do. Tessa didn't care in the least about the upcoming meet. She just wanted to somehow communicate that Kylie couldn't keep her like this.
"Just to make sure I'm really ready, I'm going to put you on and wear you until the meet. I want to get all of the techniques I can from you so I can start the season strong." Kylie said excitedly.
Tessa would have been speechless even if she could still talk. Being worn during Kylie's practice was already a relentless ordeal on its own. Kylie simply couldn't be serious about wearing her for an entire day. Tessa didn't know if she would be able to take that. She still didn't even understand how Kylie wearing her was supposed to help Kylie's swimming technique anyway. Why was this happening? Tessa continued to make pleas that went unheard.
Tessa was lowered to the floor and stretched open the same as she had been before every practice. Kylie's legs effortlessly passed through her before Tessa was pulled up and stretched tightly over Kylie's body. Tessa hated how familiar the feeling of Kylie's body was becoming. Tessa was wrapped around Kylie so tightly she might as well have been a second skin. Every part of Kylie that Tessa was covering was leaving a far too vivid impression on the poor swimsuit. The breasts, the vagina, the buttocks, every curve and crevice, it all combined to take over Tessa's focus. As soon as Tessa was in place, she immediately felt the rising and falling of Kylie's chest as the latter breathed, creating a tedious rhythm to Tessa's bondage. There was no movement Kylie's body could make that would not stretch, pull, or rub Tessa in some way, and based on what Kylie had said, Tessa was in for a much longer session of this than usual.
Tessa immediately found herself moving with Kylie as her captor bent down to pick up her clothes.Tessa felt a pair of sweatpants be pulled over the bottom part of her swimsuit form. The rest of her was then quickly covered by a hoodie. Tessa's view of the locker room was cut off as she helplessly watched the hoodie's zipper close up in front of her. She was once again trapped in the dark like she was in the duffle bag, but it had been quiet and still in the bag. Now, the darkness was accompanied by Kylie's movement.
From there, it was just a blur of sensations brought on by Kylie going about her daily life. The movement of Kylie's hips as she walked rubbed Tessa relentlessly against Kylie's most intimate areas. It didn't get any better when Kylie sat down. It was quite uncomfortable for Tessa to have part of her pinched between Kylie's butt and the seat. Tessa could hear what was going on outside, but she couldn't truly process any of it due to the relentless contact with Kylie's skin.
It was still quite warm for a fall day. Tessa soon felt a thin layer of sweat form on Kylie's skin. It wasn't enough to soak Tessa like the pool water was, but there was no escaping the awareness of it as it seeped into the fibers that now made up Tessa's being. It created a slight stickiness that made the rubbing against Kylie even more intense. Tessa felt like she could be worn away by it.
Confined to the inside of Kylie's outfit, Tessa could not see anything that was happening around her. From the bits and pieces of people talking that she was able to catch, it seemed like Kylie was just going through a normal day of classes. Thanks to Kylie's constant movement, Tessa couldn't focus long enough to hear more than a few scattered words at a time. It wasn't like hearing the conversations of people who could still move and talk would do the poor swimsuit any good anyway. Tessa had to endure everything Kylie's body was subjecting her to from the darkness inside of Kylie's clothes. The one time Tessa was able to see anything, she found herself inside a restroom stall. Kylie had removed her hoodie and pulled down her pants. Since she had Tessa on instead of a regular bra and panties, she had to remove everything to use the bathroom, and Tessa soon found herself being pulled down. Her vision was quickly cut off again as she was bunched up around Kylie's ankles. Tessa was forced to listen as Kylie relieved herself. Once that was finished, Kylie pulled Tessa back up her body. In no time at all, Tessa was once again stretched tight around Kylie. Tessa wanted to scream as a slight dampness lingered around Kylie's nether regions. Kylie pulled up her pants and put the hoodie on, and it was back into the dark for Tessa.
Tessa continued to be an unwilling passenger of Kylie's life all day. Eventually, Tessa once again found her bottom portion pinched between a butt and a seat as Kylie sat down. Tessa felt a vibration beneath her that probably would have seemed insignificant to her as a human, but as a swimsuit it was overwhelming. Kylie had said that she was wearing Tessa this long in preparation for a swim meet. Based on her own time on the swim team, Tessa could figure out what was happening now. Kylie had just taken her seat on the bus that would take them to the airport. Sure enough, after the bus ride Tessa heard the din of voices at the airport. It was another long session of being stretched and rubbed by the motions of Kylie walking. Kylie went through security and made the walk to the plane with Tessa along for the ride.
There was a bit of a wait at the airport before Kylie boarded the plane and took her seat. Tessa mentally groaned as a long period of being sat on awaited her for this flight. It was just hours of Kylie simply sitting in her seat. Kylie's breathing never allowed Tessa a second of peace and the occasional shift in the seat from Kylie created an even more uncomfortable intrusion into Tessa's psyche. All the while The dull vibrations of the plane's engines provided even more irritation.
At long last, the plane landed, and Tessa had to put up with another bus ride before Kylie was finally at the hotel where the team would be staying for the night. When they got to the hotel room, Tessa desperately hoped some relief was on the way. There was no such luck though, as Kylie simply climbed into bed still wearing Tessa. The woman trapped as a swimsuit was beside herself with exhaustion, frustration, and disbelief. Tessa had never worn her own swimsuit for anything other than practice and competitions. Was Kylie really gaining anything by keeping Tessa on this long? Tessa wondered if she would ever be free of Kylie's body as a mind-numbing eight hours of listening to Kylie breathe in her sleep began.
Eventually, Kylie woke up and began packing her things for the meet. Tessa desperately wanted a break from Kylie's breathing and moving but she was forced to ride along on Kylie rather than in the gym bag. Tessa was absolutely horrified that she had been reduced to wishing she was in a gym bag, but she just wanted to be off of this insane ditz. However, there was still an entire swim meet still to come.
Alas, before the meet there was another bus ride to get to the pool where it was being held. A swimsuit doesn't have nerves, so Tessa still didn't understand how she could be so sensitive to every vibration and bump of the bus carrying them. Tessa could also feel Kylie's heart pounding. She could tell Kylie was nervous but it was impossible to feel any sympathy, given what Kylie was subjecting her to.
At long last, they arrived at the pool. Kylie went with the team to the locker room. From underneath Kylie's warm-up clothes, Tessa could hear her former coach give the current swim team a pep talk. The coach even mentioned Tessa as a source of inspiration, saying that the team should do their best to make her proud. Under normal circumstances, Tessa would be honored to receive such praise from the coach who had helped her own swimming career so much. Now though, Tessa just wanted someone to save her from being Kylie's swimsuit. The performance of the current team, and Kylie in particular, was the last thing she was concerned about.
From there, it was a matter of waiting for the events Kylie would participate in. Kylie would be competing in both the breaststroke and backstroke, the same events that Tessa specialized in during her college days. The breaststroke came first. Kylie removed her warm-up clothes and Tessa was able to take in the sights of one of the many college aquatic facilities that she had competed at.
So many people were there, yet none of them saw Tessa as anything more than a swimsuit being worn by one of the competitors. If only there was some way to call out to someone, anyone, to save her. The team's missing alumnus was right there among them. If Tessa could just get someone to notice her....then what? That person would probably get arrested if they tried to get Tessa off of Kylie. No one would believe the swimsuit was really a person. Furthermore, even if someone managed to get Tessa off of Kylie and get out of the building, what then? How would that person know how to change Tessa back? It was almost a good thing when Kylie began to stretch and overwhelmed Tessa's ability to think. Thinking about the situation just made Tessa feel more trapped and hopeless.
Kylie took her position at the edge of the pool and waited. When the whistle sounded, Kylie dove in with a force that might have knocked Tessa out if she still had a human head. Tessa immediately felt herself become saturated with the pool water and tighten around her wearer. It was a blur of stretching and splashing as Kylie furiously swam. Compared to the seemingly endless laps of practice, the actual competition was over quickly. Still, Tessa could not even begin to comprehend her surroundings until a soaking wet Kylie was back among her teammates.
Kylie was still breathing heavily from her intense effort and her heart was pounding relentlessly, ensuring that Tessa would get no rest. Tessa's hearing came into focus just long enough to learn that Kylie had come in second place, just barely behind the first place finisher. Kylie's breathing and heart rate slowly returned to normal and she did some light stretches to keep her muscles loose. The wet swimsuit had no choice but to stretch with her.
Then, the time came for the backstroke competition. Kylie once again took her spot at the side of the pool and dove in with the whistle. Tessa could only mentally whimper as Kylie's body subjected her to another round of furious movement. The water rushed through Tessa, and the motion of Kylie swimming stretched her to the point that Tessa's weary mind expected to be torn apart. This race was over quickly as well but this time Kylie lingered in the pool for a few seconds after it was finished. She began pumping her arm in the air in a celebratory manner. With Tessa's vision at Kylie's chest level, Tessa found her "face" moving under and over the surface of the water.
When Kylie climbed out of the pool she practically bounced over to the rest of the team. They were all cheering. Kylie had apparently finished first this time. Kylie laughed with her teammates for a while before putting her warm-up clothes back on. Tessa had to wait in the dark for the meet to be over.
The next time Tessa was able to see anything, they were back in the locker room. Kylie stepped into the shower and once she was under the stream of hot water, she finally took Tessa off. After almost two days stuck to Kylie, Tessa felt absolutely ragged hanging limply in Kylie's hand.
"That was amazing, I couldn't have done it without you!" Kylie whispered to the swimsuit. "I promise I'll give you a proper wash when we get home, but for now let's get you cleaned up as best we can."
Tessa was held under the shower head for a bit to be rinsed out. Then Tessa was twisted in Kylie's hands to get as much water out as possible. The wringing was always the worst part about the shower and it was even worse with the mental exhaustion from her extended wearing. After that, she was wrapped in a towel and placed in the gym bag, where she remained through the bus and plane rides back to Kylie's home.
The next thing Tessa saw was the laundry room of Kylie's college house. Kylie held the swimsuit in front of her with a warm smile on her face.
"That was great for our first meet! If we keep it up we'll be dominating both events in no time!" Kylie said.
Kylie's words filled her with dread. Is this what she would have to go through for every meet? Days long periods of being stuck around Kylie's body, feeling her every breath and movement, that was her future?
"Well, let's get you cleaned up, we've got plenty of work ahead of us before the next meet!" Kylie continued, ever oblivious to Tessa's anguish. Tessa took another ride through the washer and dryer before she was back in the gym bag awaiting her trip back to the locker room the following morning. Now left to sit still and be alone with her thoughts for the first time in days, Tessa was utterly haunted by what she had experienced. The ordeal had left her more aware than ever that she was now just a swimsuit, so thin, so flat. She didn't know how long she would last being constantly stretched and rubbed by Kylie's skin. That was only the first meet....