By lthr_jock
Paul stood in the centre of the room staring straight ahead. In front of him was a mirror, allowing him to see himself. His torso and trousers were still covered in tight, laced and strapped leather. His feet were now covered in heavy black army boots. The only part of him that could be seen was his head. His eyes stared straight ahead, looking at his flushed face, topped by his straggly mop of hair. He didn’t blink, the only part of him that moved were his eyes, which looked up and down his reflection.
Paul began to notice changes. As he watched, his chest swelled under the leather, making it creak and groan. As he felt it tightening around him, he briefly wondered why it wasn’t making his breathing more difficult. Then he realised that he was breathing very slowly and very shallowly – so shallowly that it was almost impossible to detect. His waist seemed to be shrinking, narrowing and he could feel his stomach muscles hardening. The tight leather seemed to become looser around his waist, until hands reached around him and tightened the lacing and straps.
