🥵 Stretch Tester
Leslie was known for his impressive contortion skills and his ability to tear apart the most elastic bodysuits. No outfit could keep up with his body, making a teeny tiny thong the only option for his acrobatic routines.
Manufacturers would send him samples of their latest products, made from the most elastic fabrics: "This time we finally got you, Leslie!" But he was always one fold ahead, finding creative poses to make any of them burst at the seams.
All went smoothly until one day, when he received the newest bodysuit from Spandex Industries Ltd., made of nanobot-infused quantum-graphene elast-aramid superfiber that could stretch indefinitely. Tested on a powerful machine, it showed no signs of breaking when stretched to 1000% its original length.
Leslie knew that his career as a thong-only performer might be coming to an end. Not just him, but the entire world of contortionists who relied on microthongs was in danger. Their last argument for wearing minimal clothing had been the sheer limitations of modern fabrics... until now.
Soon, the world's governments would have no choice but to regulate and limit stage nudity. The end of an era was near. In a last-ditch effort to save their freedom, the contortionist community called upon the best of their kind to perform a final, daring routine that would expose the shortcomings of the frightening new technology and save the world of microthongs once again.
The grand finale was scheduled to take place in the most expensive theater in Bendington. All the top-knotch contortionists were invited, featuring some of the biggest names like Andy with his minuscule g-string, Patrick with his tiny fundoshi, and the legendary Bob with his infamous "Bob-String" that looked barely legal.
The crowd was excited... but Leslie's nerves were getting the better of him. He knew that if he failed, the world would be forever changed and contortionists would be forced to wear spandex pants like some bikers from the 80s.
It was a lot of pressure on his shoulders, but Leslie knew it would only make him bendier in the end.
The day of the show arrived and Leslie put on the sample from Spandex Industries. It fit like a second skin. He could barely tell it was there, except for the fact that it hid his perfect skin and looked ugly as hell, making him look like he just popped out of a bucket of red paint.
He had to act fast and come up with something to dismantle this awful thing as soon as possible. Leslie took his position on stage, ready to give it all he had.
He stretched, twisted and arched his body in ways that should be impossible for a human being to do... but nothing happened to the bodysuit. It barely even wrinkled, perfect as the human skin itself.
Leslie was at a loss. He looked to the audience for help, but he couldn't see them beyond his own sweat and the nanobots in his bodysuit. It was then that he saw Bob staring at him from backstage.
"Bob, I don't know what to do," Leslie said desperately. "I'm all out of ideas."
Bob smiled slyly. "Leave it to me, kid." With a wink, Bob opened up a small compartment in his "Bob-String" and took out some microscopic device that looked like a piece of chewing gum. He swiftly tossed it into a small gap between Leslie's folds, attaching it to the quantum-graphene elast-aramid superfiber fabric.
The crowd gasped as Leslie's body began to contort at an impossible rate. His limbs stretched beyond their limits, his torso bent into a Gordian Knot, and his legs spun around like helicopter blades.
The fabric started to creak and groan, its thickness reduced to a single molecule, barely holding on to the atomic structure of its fibers.
And then, without warning, there was a loud snap! "Wake up, sleepyhead," he heard the voice of his boyfriend, Helmut, slapping him on the butt. "The alarm clock went off 10 minutes ago!"
Leslie looked around. He was still in bed, and the room was a total mess from last night's after-party. G-strings, shimmering leotards and see-through nylon stockings were scattered all over the floor.
The lingering smell of sweat and perfume was still in the air. He took a deep breath, wondering what had happened to him last night...