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"Do you understand the terms of this experiment?" "I do." Dan nodded at the ponytailed researcher in front of him, and signed the paper she handed to him. It wasn't that complicated of an experiment, after all - just trying out some sort of proprietary clothing technology, and not only would he get paid for participating, he got to keep the clothes too! It sounded like a pretty good deal, until…

"Wait, why do they have to be…" "Boxer shorts?" The researcher, who'd introduced herself as Vivian, blinked like Dan had just asked something completely nonsensical. "That's the point of this technology, you see - they don't have to be." She pulled out a remote control from the pocket of her lab coat, pointed it at the boxers laying on the table in front of Dan, and pressed a button - and he watched with wide eyes as the cotton-like material seemed to melt, losing all its solidity and warping, changing in shape and color… and just like that, the boxer shorts had changed into a white T-shirt.

"Nanomachines." Vivian pressed another button to turn the shirt back into those boxers, and gestured for Dan to enter the room like that explained anything at all. "D-do you have to look?" "It's all part of the experimental process. And I'm not into men, if that's what you're worried about." "Uh… o-okay…"

Dan stepped into the brightly-lit room, turning away from the one-way mirror where Vivian was probably watching (like it'd do him any good) and beginning to strip off his clothes. He slipped the boxers on, and they felt just like any old pair of boxers. "So… what do I have to do now?"

"Just stand still, and don't move." Vivian's voice crackled through a loudspeaker in the corner and Dan shivered, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine. "I will be synchronizing the nanomachines with your neural network, in such a way that the material can respond to your thoughts in real time."

After a while… "There." It didn't feel like anything had really happened, but if the researcher said so Dan wasn't about to disagree with- "Ahhhh!" The young man fell to his knees, a sudden pulse of pain shooting through his head, the world around him fading to black…

"...Hmm." Through the one-way mirror, Vivian watched the subject fall to his knees and slump to the ground, the nanomaterial of the boxer shorts melting and spreading across the surface of his body… until eventually his whole form was consumed by it. Interesting… She opened the door to the testing chamber, and stepped inside.

Dan's consciousness slowly returned, in flashes of light, and sounds and vibrations that he couldn't quite understand at first. They were like… footsteps… coming towards him. "Interesting…" There was a voice coming from somewhere above him… and it seemed familiar for some reason. "If the entire body was taken over, then maybe I can…"

Synchronization Override: Vivian Lange. Dan not so much saw these words as he felt them, ingrained deep into the very essence of his being - he was Vivian's, was Mistress's as surely as the fact that the sun rose in the east and set in the west. "Let me try this…" Mistress paused for the moment, followed by the sound of a few buttons being pressed in quick succession.

Form Shift: One-piece Swimsuit.

Synchronization Level Set To 1000%. Instantly Dan felt his form being compressed, the humanoid shape shrinking and warping and thinning as the nanomachines changed their appearance to mimic the appearance of waterproof polyester…

"I wonder if the consciousness would endure through the synchronization process?" Dan barely had the presence of mind to process Mistress's questions as she picked him up and looked at him appreciatively - even the lightest of touches was somehow creating the most incredible sensations within him.

Since the synchronization between owner and swimsuit had been overturned to such a high level, all that Mistress felt would be returned to Dan tenfold - and so as she undressed and slipped him on, the overwhelming sensitivity blasted his already frazzled mind like a explosion. It was quite different from the sexual pleasure of an orgasm - but did that matter when it was so overwhelmingly intense?

"It fits quite well… it seems that the material can respond to my subconscious proprioception to adjust its own size." Murmuring appreciatively as she peered at her own reflection in the one-way mirror, Mistress smiled ever so slightly, and struck a little pose. "I suppose Specimen-026 can be called a success after all."

Specimen-026? Specimen-026 would have taken a moment to question whether that was a designation that rightfully applied to it, but then it decided that was about as perfect as could be. But even if it were to question the designation… just the slightest shift of its fabric against Mistress's supple skin was enough to remind Specimen-026 that there was no other place in the world where it should - or could - be.

It was simple. To be changed, worn, used exactly as Mistress saw fit… Specimen-026 could perceive no greater pleasure than that in the world.

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"Do you understand the terms of this experiment?" "I do." Dan nodded at the ponytailed researcher in front of him, and signed the paper she handed to him. It wasn't that complicated of an experiment, after all - just trying out some sort of proprietary clothing technology, and not only would he get paid for participating, he got to keep the clothes too! It sounded like a pretty good deal, until…

"Wait, why do they have to be…" "Boxer shorts?" The researcher, who'd introduced herself as Vivian, blinked like Dan had just asked something completely nonsensical. "That's the point of this technology, you see - they don't have to be." She pulled out a remote control from the pocket of her lab coat, pointed it at the boxers laying on the table in front of Dan, and pressed a button - and he watched with wide eyes as the cotton-like material seemed to melt, losing all its solidity and warping, changing in shape and color… and just like that, the boxer shorts had changed into a white T-shirt.

"Nanomachines." Vivian pressed another button to turn the shirt back into those boxers, and gestured for Dan to enter the room like that explained anything at all. "D-do you have to look?" "It's all part of the experimental process. And I'm not into men, if that's what you're worried about." "Uh… o-okay…"

Dan stepped into the brightly-lit room, turning away from the one-way mirror where Vivian was probably watching (like it'd do him any good) and beginning to strip off his clothes. He slipped the boxers on, and they felt just like any old pair of boxers. "So… what do I have to do now?"

"Just stand still, and don't move." Vivian's voice crackled through a loudspeaker in the corner and Dan shivered, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine. "I will be synchronizing the nanomachines with your neural network, in such a way that the material can respond to your thoughts in real time."

After a while… "There." It didn't feel like anything had really happened, but if the researcher said so Dan wasn't about to disagree with- "Ahhhh!" The young man fell to his knees, a sudden pulse of pain shooting through his head, the world around him fading to black…

"...Hmm." Through the one-way mirror, Vivian watched the subject fall to his knees and slump to the ground, the nanomaterial of the boxer shorts melting and spreading across the surface of his body… until eventually his whole form was consumed by it. Interesting… She opened the door to the testing chamber, and stepped inside.

Dan's consciousness slowly returned, in flashes of light, and sounds and vibrations that he couldn't quite understand at first. They were like… footsteps… coming towards him. "Interesting…" There was a voice coming from somewhere above him… and it seemed familiar for some reason. "If the entire body was taken over, then maybe I can…"

Synchronization Override: Vivian Lange. Dan not so much saw these words as he felt them, ingrained deep into the very essence of his being - he was Vivian's, was Mistress's as surely as the fact that the sun rose in the east and set in the west. "Let me try this…" Mistress paused for the moment, followed by the sound of a few buttons being pressed in quick succession.

Form Shift: One-piece Swimsuit.

Synchronization Level Set To 1000%. Instantly Dan felt his form being compressed, the humanoid shape shrinking and warping and thinning as the nanomachines changed their appearance to mimic the appearance of waterproof polyester…

"I wonder if the consciousness would endure through the synchronization process?" Dan barely had the presence of mind to process Mistress's questions as she picked him up and looked at him appreciatively - even the lightest of touches was somehow creating the most incredible sensations within him.

Since the synchronization between owner and swimsuit had been overturned to such a high level, all that Mistress felt would be returned to Dan tenfold - and so as she undressed and slipped him on, the overwhelming sensitivity blasted his already frazzled mind like a explosion. It was quite different from the sexual pleasure of an orgasm - but did that matter when it was so overwhelmingly intense?

"It fits quite well… it seems that the material can respond to my subconscious proprioception to adjust its own size." Murmuring appreciatively as she peered at her own reflection in the one-way mirror, Mistress smiled ever so slightly, and struck a little pose. "I suppose Specimen-026 can be called a success after all."

Specimen-026? Specimen-026 would have taken a moment to question whether that was a designation that rightfully applied to it, but then it decided that was about as perfect as could be. But even if it were to question the designation… just the slightest shift of its fabric against Mistress's supple skin was enough to remind Specimen-026 that there was no other place in the world where it should - or could - be.

It was simple. To be changed, worn, used exactly as Mistress saw fit… Specimen-026 could perceive no greater pleasure than that in the world.