The tension was too much. Tessa was certain she would fall apart at any moment.



Kylie was doing her stretches before yet another swim meet. She was now the unquestioned star of the swim team. It was her senior year and she was enjoying a successful final season of an impressive run in her college swimming. As a national champion three years in a row, there was plenty of talk of her starring in the next Olympics.



It was the same dream her swimsuit once had. Tessa had now spent three and a half years as Kylie's swimsuit. It had been three and a half years of being stretched tightly around Kylie's body for every practice and meet, plus a few trips to pools and beaches that Kylie had taken on her own. The shape and feel of Kylie was now permanently etched into Tessa's being. While other members of the team had replaced their swimsuits at least once in that time, Kylie had continued to wear Tessa.



Tessa indeed felt like a heavily used piece of swimwear. She could tell that her nylon had worn thin in places. As the months and years passed Tessa had gradually become tighter around her merciless wearer. It could be from shrinking in the wash. It could be from how increasingly toned Kylie's body had become over her college years, but Tessa found herself more stretched out as time went on. At this point, Tessa felt like she was barely holding together. Every session of being worn felt like it could end with Kylie bursting out of her as she ripped apart. Tessa had no idea what would happen to her if that occurred. Would it finally bring an end to this hellish existence, or would she be stuck as a ruined and useless rag? What would Kylie do if that happened?



Kylie seemed to have stopped paying attention to Tessa a long time ago. Kylie had said that she would begin looking for a way to reverse Tessa's transformation, but that was almost three years ago. Since then, Kylie had not spoken to or even acknowledged Tessa's presence. The only indication Kylie gave that Tessa was more than an ordinary swimsuit, was the insistence on wearing Tessa during each trip into the water.



Tessa's life as a human was a distant memory at this point. She still longed for a return to it, but she didn't know if she would even remember how to function as a human. Tessa only hoped that one day she would get to try. Kylie's time as a college swimmer would end soon. Surely, there would be no reason for Kylie to keep a college team swimsuit after that. However, that depended on so many things. Kylie had to remember that her swimsuit was once a person, something Tessa was not sure of and had no way to check on. Kylie also would have had to find a way to reverse the transformation, and Tessa had no way of knowing what Kylie was up to while she was left in a locker, gym bag, or laundry room. Tessa also had to last until the end of this season, which was not a given with how much she was straining to contain Kylie's form.



It seemed Tessa's ultimate fate would be decided soon. She could get a chance at getting her life back. She could also end up forgotten in storage. The idea of being left alone in the dark, possibly forever, terrified Tessa. She could even end up in the trash if she tears before the end of the season. If that happened, Tessa could only hope her consciousness wouldn't survive it. It was hard not to consider the horrible possibilities after this long ordeal.



To further humiliate Tessa, Kylie had broken her record for breaststroke time two weeks ago. Tessa had a great deal of pride in her college swimming career and especially in her records. Even with everything she had been through since being turned into a swimsuit, that pride had kept her mind from completely unraveling. Having one of her records fall to the very person who had done this to her was demoralizing. How much was this insane witch going to take from her?



Tessa never had long to think while being worn. Still soaking from Kylie's earlier breaststroke competition, the tight fit straining her had become worse. Tessa wished Kylie would just hold still until the next event. Every movement Kylie made felt like it would be the one that would cause the helpless swimsuit to give out. Tessa truly did not want to find out what that would be like.



Unfortunately, Kylie was never still for long. She kept lightly stretching and moving to stay warmed up as she waited. All hope of stillness then vanished entirely as Kylie's next event arrived. Kylie took her spot at poolside hoping for a strong performance. Meanwhile Tessa just hoped she could hold together.



The gun sounded and Tessa felt the too familiar feeling of Kylie diving in. Being used to it didn't make it enjoyable, though. She once again became completely saturated with water, causing her already horribly strained fit to become even tighter around her wearer. It was more than a fear now, Tessa was convinced she was falling apart with every kick of Kylie's legs and each stroke of Kylie's arms. It was unbearable, and yet it still seemed like she wasn't truly feeling it. The sensations she experienced while being a swimsuit were so vivid, yet felt impossible to comprehend in the context of what a human body could feel. It was torture without truly being pain. Tessa could only let her mind go blank, hoping it would be over soon, one way or another.



When Tessa was able to somewhat figure out what was happening again, she was greeted by booming cheers. The sound of cheers wasn't unusual. There had been no shortage of them with how successful Kylie had been. These were unusually loud, though. Like the ones that had echoed when.....



"No..." was Tessa's first thought when she processed the loudness of the cheers. Tessa had survived, but her record backstroke time did not.



The announcer confirmed the news moments later. Both of Tessa's records had now been broken by Kylie. Tessa's attention was taken away from her horribly stretched out state as she silently seethed. Kylie had taken away her humanity and subjected her to almost four years of being worn. Now it felt like Kylie was erasing the things she had accomplished in her human life as well. All the while, she could do nothing about it except stretch with Kylie's movements. No one there knew that the previous record holder was there, forced to be an accomplice in her own dethroning.



Tessa barely paid attention to how strained she was anymore. While Kylie spent the night celebrating, Tessa wallowed in how unfair it was. Her mood wasn't improved by the fact that Kylie had once again not bothered to take her off before proceeding to a night of partying. It was the next morning before Tessa was left in Kylie's gym bag and she could finally be alone.



Tessa still had to survive a few more weeks of practices and swim meets. After that, Kylie would no longer have any need for a college competition swimsuit. Tessa could only hope that would mean the end of her time being one.