[Kigurumi, Latex]

"Yet another theft by the Phantom Suiter. You'd think that they'd learn at this point."

"I dunno, Detective. You tell me how hard it is to figure out who they are, when all they leave behind are suits that are shaped like them!"

"I can't take you seriously when you say that and you're stuck inside one of those very same suits."

"Maybe you should've been faster when you came to rescue me then!"

The Phantom Suiter. Were they a Villain, like all the other terrors that plagued Trinity City, or were they just out to have a bit of fun? It was hard to truly tell. Especially since they went out of their way to not harm anybody. At least not physically. Mentally and spiritually, perhaps they did a bit of damage there.

Detective Blackyard, the young woman currently examining the Kigurumi suit that had been left on the pedestal that was supposed to house the famous jewel 'The Queens Eye', quietly flicked a cigarette out from her packet before holding the end towards her partner so she could light it.

How many times had she seen this happen? It had been about... A year or two since the first case cropped up. Admittedly, she was still green back then. Only a few years out of the academy and still thinking that every thief was nothing more than a crook. She understood the nuances to their methods and their intentions now, even if most of them were still criminals or Villains. But this one...

The Phantom Suiter had been a tricky one. She announced her thefts well in advance, and yet she always found a way to succeed. And as a special prize, she usually left behind another individual, trapped within a kigurumi-style suit of herself. All so she could mock law enforcement and remind them that they had been outsmarted yet again.

She had to admit. These suits were quite something. A hat attached to a black-haired round head, with the suit itself replicating the caped thief and her tendency to wear elaborately erotic clothes underneath. Each kigurumi barely wore anything underneath the cape, using their bodies as more of a weapon rather than anything else. Something that wasn't nearly as effective when it came from the kigurumi, because the bounciness was part of the charm. Without that bouncy aspect, there was nothing that made these things quite as alluring.

Not that Detective Blackyard cared too much about allure. She had worked hard for her position, and that meant that she tossed away such ideas as sensuality. She wore a very thick black coat that was perfect for any occasion. It was cooled on the inside when she needed the chill, and hot on the inside when the cold tried to breach into it. Not only that, but it was able to withstand the elements and everything. If anything, this coat was as much of a trademark to her as the cape and the erotic underwear was to the Phantom Suiter.

As for her partner, she had gone through quite a few. Her current partner was Officer Whitehall. A young gal who had been fresh from the academy, eagerly joining the famous detective in solving the Phantom Suiter case. Even if that eagerness also resulted in her getting trapped within one of those awful suits. Not that Blackyard really bothered to call her out on it, as she didn't blame her for being hasty.

"I apologize." Blackyard said, refusing to turn towards Whitehall. Mainly because Whitehall never bothered to actually cover herself up. She let that body of hers be on full display, despite the fact that it was completely artificial. Arguably, that was why Whitehall showed off. Since she knew that her body wasn't truly erotic white it was shut inside such a fake form. "Any news from the Heroes? Have they caught a glimpse of the Phantom Suiter?"

"One did. But she's trapped within one of her suits as well." Whitehall explained, handing the detective a picture of the Heroine, Infernoble Knight, screaming and violently thrashing around after being forced out of one of those suits. "She has been told to remain at home and carefully wait for the care she needs. All so she can recover from the treatment she endured at the Phantom Suiter's hands."

"How she managed to get stuffed into one of those suits is one of life's great mysteries." Blackyard muttered, before gazing at the suit in front of her. "Actually. That brings a good point. How was she able to get out and remain in control of herself? You've been in this suit for well over a few months, Officer, and yet you haven't shown signs of wanting to return to normal. Why is that?"

"Oh, uhm." Whitehall stuttered for a second. It was impossible to tell that she was blushing, but her body language definitely carried her embarrassment. Especially as she rubbed the back of her head and nervously laughed. "I-I suppose I just... K-Kinda like it? Y-Yeah. That's probably the best way to describe it. Ehe." Yeah. Definitely embarrassed about it. Her voice also gave it away...

Blackyard sighed as she slowly adjusted her coat. "I'm not one to tell others that they like the wrong things or that they should feel ashamed for what they've done. But at the same time, I would much prefer if you focused on your job, Whitehall. If this case keeps going on like this, the amount of people that end up victimized by the Phantom Suiter will very quickly reach a number that even Heroes won't be able to handle."

"M-Mmhm. Sorry. sorry." Whitehall nodded as much as she could. She had to agree, Blackyard was right. Pressing the issue and wearing this for much longer would be a terrible idea. And yet she just couldn't help herself. It felt so nice to wear this. It felt so right...

The detective turned towards the suit that had been left behind as a calling card, before letting her eyebrow raise slightly. This one was a tiny bit different than the other ones. Namely, it seemed as if there was a gap in between the two halves of the suit. "Officer." Blackyard said, as she reached out to grab the suit. "I need your freak strength for a second. We need to pry this open. It seems as if the Phantom Suiter had been a bit sloppy when she sealed the victim inside.

"R-Right!" Whitehall said as she helped her partner lift the suit up before the two put it back down on the ground, where they could both kneel down by its sides. It didn't move, and it felt a little lighter than usual. Something that Blackyard didn't quite notice thanks to the help she got from her partner. But still, the gap served to confound her and drive her to figure out what was going on.

The detective reached into her coat, and pulled out a set of instruments, quickly letting her eyes dart over them as she considered her options. She had her normal set of tools, and then the specialized kind. As much as she could just jam the miniature crowbar into the side and pry it open with enough force, there was a rather large chance that something could go wrong if she used that kind of force. So her thoughts had to go towards the simpler implements.

She jammed a screwdriver into the tiny gap, and carefully twisted the head around as she used it to spread the gap. Further and further, allowing her to catch a whiff of a faint scent. A scent that made her eyes gradually dim. "O-Officer, do you smell that..?"

"Hm?" The kigurumi-clad officer tilted her head, before motioning to her nose. "Detective, I can't smell anything. My nose's still blocked by the head, remember?" Honestly, it was a little silly that she had to point it out. Though she did end up giggling as a result. "Why don't you describe the smell to me, Detective? I can try and figure out what it's meant to be if you describe it."

Right. Her mistake. She wasn't thinking clearly. She should've been trying better to remember such simple things. Now, she just had to catch a whiff of this smell, and then... and... then..?

Uh... What... What was she doing exactly..? The more she managed to smell this sweet fragrance, the more her mind dimmed. It was getting very, very hard to think. But it was kinda like there was nothing inside the suit...

"Uhm... Officer... lady..?" Blackyard was having an incredibly difficult time, evident by the way that she thought of her partner as nothing more than a common  lady. Rather rude, all things considered. "What does... what does the inside of your suit smell like..?" Perhaps... If the inside of the suit smelled just like it did for her, then... Yeah...?

Whitehall giggled as she watched the look on the detective's face. Utterly adorable. It almost looked like she was about to drool so badly that her brain was going to pop out. Especially with how her head started to tilt in such an exaggerated manner. "It smells really nice. Maybe if you climb into the suit, it'll smell even nicer. Here, let me help you."

Blackyard watched and blinked rapidly as the suit opened up with ease once Whitehall started to tug on the parts that had been pried open. Strange, she had a lot of trouble fitting that screwdriver in there, so to see her manage to open it like that was kinda weird. But at the same time, she wasn't really going to complain about it. She had managed to get the suit open, after all. That was their goal, right..?

Now that the suit was open, a stream of intense fragrance started to pour out. A stream that almost immediately wrapped around Blackyard and made her thoughts even dimmer and even more scattered. So much so that she very nearly tipped over and partly fell into the suit, not fully due to the way that her body was oriented...

Getting closer to that fragrance wasn't good either, because it really just intensified and made it even harder to think. Which made a stream of drool slowly work its way down her cheek, a giggle slipping out from the Detective's lips. She was enjoying the smell a lot. It was making her feel all sorts of fuzzy and extra giggly. What was going on, exactly? How was she supposed to tell, she was the one currently enjoying the way her body felt while the smoke went through her...

Blackyard didn't even notice that anything bad was happening as Whitehall adjusted her and... well, shoved her straight into the suit. All because of all the nice smells drowning out her ability to think on her own. And those smells only grew more and more intense as she felt the suit clamping down on her...

"My my. I never thought I'd see you like this, Detective. But you really have such an adorable side to you." Whitehall said, as she carefully popped off the head of her suit... Only to reveal the face of the Phantom Suiter underneath, with her suit popping open to reveal her erotic body, and the smells that started to waft from it. "You were getting a little too close to the truth, so I had to make sure this would be your last investigation. Sorry, Detective. But the game ends here."

Blackyard did everything she could to try and claw herself back to a sensible state of mind as soon as she saw the Phantom Suiter's face, her body trembling as she stared at her. But her haste also made her breathe in more of that intense scent. Which made her gasp in delight. Perhaps a little too much delight, as she felt something squirting down below...

"Ehe. That scent's really good, isn't it? It was specifically crafted to deal with pesky problems like you. Turning you into my loyal pet, after making you cum over and over again. All of my suits have that wonderful function. And once you're one of my pets, there's nothing stopping you from being stuck inside one of my suits as you assist me." The Phantom Suiter explained, as she carefully caressed Blackyard's face. All while sighing sweetly. "It's going to be a real shame that I won't be looking at this face anymore. I had just gotten used to it. It's one of the prettiest faces I've ever seen."

It was hard for the Detective to enjoy the flirting or the teasing, because her mind was completely fogged up. "W-Why... G-Good..." All that she could muster was a single question about why she had done this, before the arousal flooded through her and paralyzed her, not that she was really able to move with most of that kigurumi covering her and clamping down on her limbs to make sure she didn't do anything that would cause it to break.

"Why?" The Phantom Suiter replied in turn, as she gently tipped her chin. All while wrapping her arms around the woman that was partly turned into her, thanks to the kigurumi trapping her in such a lovely state. "Why indeed. Why did I go through the trouble of setting all of this up, and acting as your partner for so long..?" She mused aloud, as if she was about to explain herself...

"Because you were cute, Blackyard." Was the answer that she ended up picking. "Because no matter how many times I left you guessing, you still got back at it. Believe me, you got close a lot of times. I had to barely sneak out of there and prepare a new disguise, each human-sized kigurumi more complex than the last to make sure you didn't notice anything. All while I left my calling card as absurd as possible, so you would never realize it."

"And yet you still came close. So I decided that the best way to hide was to be in plain sight. And where's the plainest place to hide? Why, it's right at your side. Because I was able to fake my incompetence just right, you never expected a thing. I even helped you get close to me a couple of times, even if that 'me' was one of my other pets." She explained, trembling a little as she rubbed up against the detective that was trapped within that ever tight kigurumi. "And now... Nooow.... You'll be one of mine..."

Even though Detective Blackyard had heard most of what was being told to her, it was hard to really make out any of it in her head, much less act on it. She was far too horny thanks to the gas that had seeped into her that all she could do was shiver and shake and moan, trembling all over. She was so unfathomably horny that she mostly just wanted to cum and not much else. She wanted to cum, that way she could... she....

Her thoughts ended up taking a full break as the head part of the kigurumi was finally fitted onto her, the last thing she could clearly see being the Phantom Suiter's devious smile. Then all of her thoughts were washed out, gassed by the wonderful smell that had left her this dimeyed in the first place.

"Aaaah.... Now that's a beautiful girl. Isn't it?" The Phantom Suiter chimed as she rubbed her hands up against that extra delicate entrapment, giggling and moaning as she rubbed up against it lots and lots. There was something so wonderful about making somebody like her a toy of hers.

There was very little that the Detective could do while stuck in this suit. And the amount of options that she had were decreased even further as she kept on huffing that intense smell. Making her moan and moan and even cum a little as she felt her pussy leaking. It was all so wonderful. How was she ever meant to stop?

"Ehehehe." The Phantom Suiter giggled more as she kissed the kigurumi's head on the cheek, before stretching a little and getting up, her cape wrapping around her and providing a tiny bit of protection and comfort. She really shouldn't be staying here and playing with the former Detective that much longer. It was about time for her to head home and enjoy herself there. Because if she stuck around, then somebody was definitely going to find her and catch her...

No matter how many times she caught somebody off guard and trapped them within one of her suits, it never got old. Especially as she watched them deal with it. But she knew that there was no way that the Detective was going to deal with it. Which was fine. Not all of them were going to be usable.

Even then, the Detective was definitely going to be useful. Even if she was locked in pleasure. These dolls filled with horny contents could be sent to others, and they could be saddled with dealing with them. In the case of Blackyard, she could cause a lot of trouble for law enforcement once they recovered her...

And if her dear horny friend ever managed to build up enough pleasure, she might just end up more like her. Which would not only make her hornier, but also make her more capable. Able to break through the condensed scent of her privates, and act as an agent on her behalf.

Frankly, she didn't really want to leave her behind. But she had to. The Phantom Suiter gave her latest victim another kiss on the cheek. Wishing her dear Detective goodbye, as she disappeared in the same surprising way that she had arrived and stayed at her partner's side.

Leaving behind her calling card... Which was going to have a lot of fun once she ended up horny once again. Ehe. What a good pet she'd be....