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A request from @texanstrong

The Studio has quite a lot of experience with its transformation processes used for its wardrobe department. Tights, super suits, briefs, wetsuits. They have a method of finding submissive aspiring actors and using various forms of technology and magic to create new pieces out of them. This is beneficial not to the actors, models, and athletes that wear the remains of the person in question, but to the person who gets to become the suit, and to the sadistic directors that run this industry, who quite frankly get off on the humiliation of young men.

Jimmy showed up late for what he was told would be an initiation before he was to meet Tom Holland on the set of the new Spiderman movie. He wasn’t told much else, just to come alone and keep it a secret that he was there, so no information about the film or the set could be leaked. He was nervous and excited to see what was in store for him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He said, finishing his coffee and taking off his jacket. “It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t.” The Director says. “Jimmy, before we begin, we’re just gonna need your measurements, go over there to the wardrobe department now and they’ll tell you what to do next.”

The young man headed to an older gentleman, who quickly took all of his measurements with tape while another wrote them down.

“What’s this for?” Jimmy asks out of curiosity.

“For your Spiderman suit,” he’s told.

Jimmy is confused. He thought he was going to be an extra in this film. Or at least a small walk-on role.

“My Spiderman suit? What? Tom Holland plays Spiderman.”

“No one told you?” The wardrobe director says with a sly smirk, “You’re going to be his body double.”

“Body double? I think there’s a mistake, Sir. I don’t do stunts. And I wouldn’t look good in a Spiderman suit.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” the man tells Jimmy. “You’re gonna look GREAT as a Spiderman suit. Now, go sit tight while we work on some adjustments.”

Jimmy is so confused and even more nervous now. They were giving him a bigger role than he was prepared for. He considered just leaving, when Tom Holland himself walked on set. He was a few yards away, talking to the Director. Jimmy got excited.

“Is it ready yet?” He hears Tom ask.

The Director pulls Tom aside and is explaining something to him in a hushed tone. They both keep glancing at Jimmy. This is getting weird for him, but he’s still so happy to be able to meet Tom Holland. They’re finished talking, and Tom walks right up to him, introducing himself with an outstretched hand.

“It is such an honor to meet you!” Jimmy gushes. “I absolutely love you as Spiderman, I think you capture Peter Parker, just, perfectly. This is crazy!”

Tom smiles modestly.

“Thanks man. You excited for your scene?” Tom smiles.

“I’m ecstatic,” Jimmy admits, “Although, to be honest I’m not exactly sure what my role is? No one will really tell me.

Tom glances around. They’re both out of earshot from the rest of the crew. The Director is off telling some gaffers what to do.

"I’ll let you in on a secret, man.” Tom says quietly. “You’re going to have the most important role in the film.”

Jimmy’s ears perk up. What was he saying?

“You’re going to be iconic to the rest of the series. The other suit was ripped pretty bad during a fight scene.”

“Can you…elaborate?” Jimmy asks. “This seems like a lot of pressure.”

“Oh, you’re going to feel a lot of pressure, alright, that’s for sure,” Tom laughs. Jimmy is confused.

“Jimmy!” The head of wardrobe calls. Jimmy turns to see the man holding up a red and blue spandex suit with a spider on it. “It’s ready for you.”

Tom puts his hand firmly on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Get into it, dude. It’s the best feeling in the world. I promise. I can’t wait to see it.”

Jimmy blushes. He heads over to the changing tent, grabs the suit, closes the curtain, and strips. Jimmy’s put in plenty of morphsuits before, for college Halloween parties and such, but he’s never worn an expensive spandex suit like this one. He cautiously squeezes his foot into the leg first, and the spandex feels so comforting, so smooth on his skin. He pulls the leg up and works his other foot into the suit. As he pulls the lower half tightly up to his waist, he can’t help but grow a rock-hard boner over how good the suit feels. It’s better than a second skin. It’s even better than his own skin. Little does he know, soon it will be. He pulls the suit up over his abdomen, a little insecure about his slight beer gut showing through the spandex. He puts his arms in the sleeves, the gloves coating his hands perfectly, and pulls the suit up to his neck. With help from wardrobe crew, he’s zipped in from the back. Now all that’s left is the detachable hood to cover his face. He takes a look in the mirror while his head is still uncovered. He looks absolutely amazing in this thing, despite being a little too fat for it.

“What do you think of your new skin?” Tom Holland grins.

Ignoring the strange comment and passing it off as some film set slang, Jimmy says,

“It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, it’s great. I could live in this thing.”

He notices some crew members smirk and exchange sinister glances. He’s suspicious now.

“So…what’s my role though?” He puzzles. “Tom, would you–”

He’s interrupted as Tom Holland unexpectedly grabs the Spiderman mask from the wardrobe crew member holding it, and forces it onto Jimmy’s head. It’s so out of nowhere and uncharacteristic of Tom Holland, that Jimmy is caught off guard. He’s about to voice his outrage, but he finds that the mask prevents him from talking. His mouth is squeezed shut by the super tight fabric, which is also pressing on his nose. He can barely breathe or see. He reaches up to remove the mask, and feels himself forces down by several crew members he panics and squirms, muffled yells hardly escaping through the mask. He starts to give up fighting back. His muscles feel weak, like they’re disintegrating. He hears the Director’s voice.

“Oh, this is excellent. He’s working up a real sweat. That’ll make the transition go more smoothly.”

Jimmy can’t struggle any more, his body is relaxing as his limbs start to go limp. He can’t comprehend What s going on. The mask has him in a daze. He can’t breathe. His chest is caving in. The suit conforms to his skin, and pretty sure he doesn’t have skin other than the spandex layer. His muscles vanish, then his bones and organs, and in seconds all that’s lying on the studio floor is a limp, empty, red and blue Spiderman suit. Jimmy can feel himself as just a flat spandex suit now, but he can’t scream or move.

His soul is interwoven with Tom Holland’s new suit. Now he understands what Tom was telling him. He really is going to play the role of Spiderman.

Unlike a lot of the Studio’s work, the anatomy of the suit corresponds with that of its previous wearer, only inside out, since his mind is within the fabric. For example, Jimmy’s face is now both the inside and the outside of the mask. He can see, hear, and smell everything Tom does when he’s wearing the mask, and is practically kissing Tom when it’s on. His hands are the gloves, and can feel everything Tom touches. Tom squeezes into Jimmy, and is instantly hard, having completely dominated this man in wearing him as a Spiderman costume. Jimmy feels the erection. It’s pretty much his own. This is what it means for him to have a penis now. Tom’s hard on stretches the fabric where his should be, and he feels it. It’s amazing.

“How do you like him?” The Director asks.

“Fantastic,” Tom grins. “I can feel his energy leaving him and entering me. It’s empowering.”

“Good,” the sadistic man remarks. “Another great job. Put the mask on, let’s see.”

Tom puts the iconic Spidey mask on, and Jimmy feels Tom’s head fill his own. His head is Tom’s. His face is Tom’s. This is the best feeling in the world. Tom teases Jimmy by licking the inside of the spandex mask, and grins, removing it.

“I can feel him in there!” Tom exclaims excitedly. “That’s kinda weird!”

What’s weirder is that for Jimmy, his “head” can noe be removed from his body whenever Tom wants, and he won’t die of decapitation. Technically, he’s not really even alive anymore, he’s just a sentient suit.

As filming rolls on, Jimmy grows used to Tom Holland sweating in him, stretching in him, being hard in him, and his hot breath condensing in what should be Jimmy’s mouth. This is the most strangely erotic experience of Jimmy’s boring life. He knows that this is exactly what he was meant for and he can’t help but except it. He gets to be Tom Holland’s Spiderman suit forever.