The Construction Site

Strolling by the construction site near my office one evening, I was shocked to see what at first to be one of the construction workers unconscious and slumped over one of the huge tires of a tractor. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I stepped off the sidewalk, through the wire fence, and cautiously towards the construction worker. As I looked down at him, I realized that I had noticed this same guy earlier when I was walking to work. I mean, how could you forget a guy like that? He was the ideal construction worker personified – big, beefy muscles, totally built for hard labor, and a rough, masculine face that made him look like he wasn’t gonna take no shit from nobody. It was odd, actually, because it seemed like all of the workers on this site were that way. All of the women in my office joked about how lucky I was to have a view of the construction from my office window. Of course, I never told them that I took every opportunity I could to watch those hot, sweaty guys lifting big, heavy things.

As I stood there, I noticed something strange. The man didn’t seem to be breathing. In fact, something seemed really off about him. He didn’t seem alive. I reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and quickly pulled back. His skin! It didn’t feel like skin! It felt strange and cold and…. rubbery. I reached out again, but as I put my hand on his shoulder this time, his whole body slid off the tire, collapsing on the ground in what looked like a heap of flesh.

“I knew it!” I said.

I had always suspected this company of picking up illegal workers, and then stuffing them inside these construction worker body suits, but how could you prove something like that? Well, for whatever reason, one of those workers had left his suit carelessly discarded on the construction site – and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by!

Acting quickly, I dragged the heavy suit behind the tractor, stripping out of my suit and tie as I did so. I stood naked with the suit in my hands as I searched for the seam in the back. Finding it at the base of the neck, I inserted my fingers and started to peel open a large slit in the suit’s back. The inside was completely hollow – perfect for stepping right inside! I hastily pulled it on, just like a pair of coveralls, feeling the seam seal itself back up as I pressed everything into place, roughly pushing the suit’s muscles to line up with my scrawny body underneath. I aligned the face over my own, loving the way my big, work-worn hands felt against my rough beard. With a few final adjustments, I looked down at myself and was greeted with a beefy, hairy chest, a furry set of six-pack abs, and some huge-ass arms! I even had a tattoo on one of my shoulders!

My heart was pounding as I peered around the corner. Could I really do this? Could I really just walk all the way back to my apartment looking like this? I looked at my button-up shirt, which I had discarded on the ground. I let out a deep grunt of a chuckle.

“No way that’s gonna fit me now,” I said in a deep, rumbling voice, “Ah, fuck it!”

I stepped out confidently from behind the tractor, taking a deep breath and feeling the masculinity of the suit rushing over me. Yeah, I was probably gonna turn a few heads, but fuck! I was just gonna have to get used to that now.

“Guess I won’t be comin’ into work tomorrow!” I said, looking up at my office building and feeling amused at the thought of showing up at the construction site tomorrow instead and spending the whole day just getting used to what these big new muscles could do.

“Heck,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I won’t be comin’ back to work ever! I’m built for hard labor now, man, not some pansy-ass office job!”