Day 23 of the omnisuit testing. Melissa woke up in a bed that was not her own. She had gone drinking the night before with her neighbors at a nightclub. One of the last things she remembered from their club trip was hitting the dance floor with them. Marigold hung very close to her as they moved to the music. The man in black and yellow latex who had bought them a round of drinks earlier joined them. He had often brushed up Melissa also, and while she couldn't be sure, she swore he had even rubbed her butt at some point. She didn't mind it, though. For once, it was fun, and she even returned the favor by stroking his toned chest. After that, they had gotten a few more drinks before heading home, tipsy upon their return. Everything that happened after they got in the door was a blank.

Sitting up, an arm slid off of her chest. She looked down at Marigold's warm body laying next to her, the bunny girl's ear twitching a bit in her sleep. She was still dressed in her see-through catsuit, but her boots were laying about on the floor.

Frida was also still dressed in latex. Apparently, they had all been a little too out of it to get undressed. But even though Frida, like them both, was still clothed, her dress had changed. She now wore a black corset that hugged her boobs and exposed her upper back and arms. A pair of black stockings were hooked to it by straps. It seemed that she rubbed one of the jewels on the bracelet at some point in the night.

Melissa looked herself over. Her pumps were missing, but otherwise she was still dressed in the red and black outfit she went out in.

Marigold yawned and started getting up. "Mhhhh, where are we?" She looked around the room.

"This is Frida's room, I think. I'm pretty sure. It looks kind of like ours." Melissa got up.

"It does. Though the bed is bigger." Marigold laid back down for a moment and put her hand on her forehead. "I might of had too much last night."

Melissa looked at the clock. "Me too. Good thing I have the day off." She stretched. "I wonder what happened to the guy who bought us those drinks."

"Who knows? I'm sure he found some girl to leave with, given his cologne."

"Why is that?"

"I recognized the fragrance. It doesn't do anything to men, but it makes women horny. The longer they hang around it, the hotter they get."

That would explain Melissa's trip to the bathroom. "Is that legal?"

"Well, it's not on the level of love potions or mind control." Marigold yawned again. "It won't make them sleep with you, but it will get your foot in the door. There is also a perfume version that works only on men."

"What if you were looking for the same sex?" Melissa giggled.

"That is a bit harder, as it will work on the user as well. I guess you could take a counter agent first, otherwise you might not leave the bedroom." She giggled.

As the girls talked, Frida started to wake up. "Good morning."

"It's barely still morning." Marigold lowers her head. "I think I'm a little hungover."

"Me too. What did we do last night? Did we sleep together?"

"Well, we are all still dressed." Melissa tugged her corset. "I think we passed out once we got to the closest bed."

"Which was mine, since I'm on the ground floor. Good thing I don't have any jobs for today." Frida rubs her bracelet. Her outfit melted and crawled up her body. Soon, it formed her bodysuit. "I guess none of us thought to change into our bedclothes."

"Not that I would've had any with me." Marigold slowly got out of the bed. "So do you work? I thought you were the landlord's slave."

"I have a part time job. Master has to feed me and let me stay rent-free, but I still take outside work to earn extra money."

"I see. Well, I think I will head back to my place and take a shower. Maybe get into my own bed for a little while." Marigold picks up her boots as she heads to the door.

"See you later."

Melissa also left the room as Frida walked to her own bathroom. "Goodbye." She walked with Marigold up the stairs as she went back to her own room.

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Day 32 of the omnisuit testing. It had been a week and a half since Melissa had locked herself in this infernal belt. It wasn't coming off anytime soon. She wasn't sure if she could bring herself to ask for help with it.

She walked around the tavern looking for orders. She passed by a kitsune wearing a blue and white latex catsuit. It even had a sleeve for her tail with a white tip. Her boots, gloves, and chest were also white. Melissa took a moment to look at her.

"Young lady, I am ready to order. Get your cute ass over here." It was the mistress in black and her latex dog again. As always, she was wearing her black masquerade mask with spikes across the top. Today, she wore a transparent dark catsuit with a skimpy black bikini over it, the bottom held to its straps with rings and the top covering little more then her nipples. Black wrapped around her the sides of her breasts as another piece went through the middle, the straps from them leading to her collar. To finish it off, she wore a pair of black opera gloves and thick boots going up to her knees.

Melissa sighed. This was the third time this week she saw this woman. "What can I get you, ma'am?" She stopped in front of her.

"Well..." She grabbed Melissa's butt and pulled her closer. "Today, I will have the chicken pot pie, a mug of ale, a bowl of ale, and bowl of the pet kibble special. Unless you want to join me today." She giggled.

"Um, thank you, no, I have work to do." She pulled the woman's hand off her butt.

"I see you are still wearing that belt. Are you enjoying it?" She flipped up Melissa's skirt before letting her go.

Melissa shoved the skirt back down and blushed. "That's none of your concern." She quickly walked away.

Priya looked over at Melissa once she got to the back. "Are you doing okay? You look a little flustered."

"It's that mistress again, the one who comes in with her slave pet in full latex." She sighed.

"Oh, her again. We call her the black mistress. I have been seeing her around again lately." Priya put her hand on her forehead. "She always gets a bit grabby with the staff. One time with a customer. I didn't see her for a while after that. She always wears black, as do her slaves. Her crest is also black, with purple lining. I don't know her name, I try not to get too close."

"Is she always like that?"

"Yes. She is very aggressive with her flirting, if you can call it that. She also likes to offer her collar to a lot of the staff, but she always seems to strike out. Makes me wonder how she got the one or two slaves she has. If anything, she probably paid them off." Priya leaned back against the wall. "She seems to change up her hunting grounds from time to time. She will frequent other taverns when her antics start to wear thin on the owners. Give her enough time and she will move onto another girl or watering hole."

"Can't we just not serve her?"

"Well, we can't just leave a customer hanging like that, even her, and she does tip well. I would try sending men to wait on her, but we don't have any working the tables and I don't know if she's into men."

"What about the minotaur in the kitchen?" Melissa looked back.

"He's too busy cooking to bother going out on the floor. That and he doesn't like conflict."

"I see. Well, it looks like the food is ready. I better get going."

"Don't worry, I am sure she will move onto another girl in a few days. She tends to lose interest if you give her the cold shoulder. Just don't let her rile you up."

"I will try." Melissa picked up the plate and headed back to the woman. She set down the pie but almost spilled the ale when the woman grabbed her butt. She quickly moved to the far side of the table and set down the drink. Next, she put the bowls on the floor for her pet.

"Thank you, my dear." She smiled and dropped a few extra coppers on the table, one falling off the side and rolling between her legs.

Melissa bent over to pick it up before she realized she was flashing the woman her half-naked butt. She quickly stood up and walked away with the coppers, her face beet red.

* * * *

Melissa laid on her bed, thinking about what to do next. She wanted to unwind a bit. Soon enough, a thought crossed her mind: a new take on a game she liked to play.

She grabbed the control tablet. First, she set the delay to half an hour and the timer to four hours. It was still early in the afternoon, after all. Next, she picked out a costume form her saved favorites. Last, she opened her nightstand drawer and put the tablet in.

She walked out of her apartment with her keys hidden in a small bag. As she headed down the hallway, Marigold's door opened. "Hello, neighbor. Heading out?" She wore a royal blue latex blouse and black latex shorts.

"Why does this woman have such bad timing?" Melissa turned her head to look at the bunny girl. "Why yes, I am. I wanted to go out for a nice walk."

"Well that's a coincidence. I was just heading out myself to run some errands. I will walk you out." She smiled as she closed her door.

"I didn't think you had to do any work while your master is out of town." Melissa's heart started to speed up.

Marigold walked alongside her. "I still have to keep my pantry stocked." She giggled and stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Point taken. I did that yesterday, so I'm all stocked myself."

Marigold walked Melissa out the front door, but didn't stop there. She walked her to the corner. This made her heart race. The clock was ticking in her mind. However, at the 25 minute mark, Marigold broke away and headed off on her own. Once her back was turned, Melissa ducked into an empty alley and waited for the clock to hit zero.

Her red catsuit lit up and dissolved, only to reform itself. Now everything, even her head, was covered, with the sole exception of the eye holes. A black latex catsuit and hood now covered her. Purple sleeves and stockings added a second layer for her arms and legs, as well as a pair of black boots. The black skirt with purple lining hung from her waist. The purple straps wrapped around her inflated E-cups. Black straps formed around her arms. She was now the spitting image of the dom she met at the club, right down to the latex pigtails.

She smiled behind her mask as she looked herself over. "Perfect." After a moment, she walked out of the alley. "Time to go people-watching."

One of the first people she took note of was a man in a gray latex suit. It hugged his body tight like a catsuit, but was designed to look like a business suit as opposed to a piece of fetish wear. Behind him walked two women with athletic builds, dressed in matching latex catsuits. Thick black lines curved around the red patches for an interesting design. Parts like their neck, breasts, belly, sides, shoulders, butt cheeks, knees, et cetera were red while the black pieces snaked around them. Their red and black collars matched their suits.

She walked around a group of giggling bimbos. They all had long legs, E-cup breasts, tan skin, plump lips painted hot pink, and blond hair; and they all wore pink catsuits with white boots. Their hands were bare, so their painted nails were visible.

A buxom lamia was chatting with a lizardman nearby. She had purple hair, eyes, and lips. From the neck down, she was covered in black latex with a large purple stripe going down her chest and belly, all the way to her tail. The female lizardman, meanwhile, wore a dark blue latex catsuit with a sleeve for her thick tail. She wore large royal blue boots and gloves.

Melissa walked around a woman in red full-body latex. She wore a black corset around her waist and fingerless gloves up to her elbows. In her right hand were two leashes that she used to guide the two naked girls behind her. They wore only steel collars and black eyeless, mouthless hoods. Their hands were unbound but kept folded together in front of them.

With her face hidden, Melissa got a bit daring. As they passed one another, she grabbed one of the bare butts. The girl made a soft noise. It seemed she was gagged under her hood.

She was enjoying the sights of all the shiny bodies moving around. She then stopped when she saw an odd piece. A woman wore a catsuit that was black on the left and white on the right. Her hood and corset were black on the right and white on the left. Her mismatched gloves and boots followed that pattern.

"I wonder if I can duplicate that outfit..." Melissa giggled as she thought about it.

There were too many rubber-clad bodies to count. Sure, most wore simple catsuits, but there were also enough unique pieces to keep Melissa fascinated. However, she spotted a clock. "Running out of time. I have to head back now!"

She found it was hard to run in these heels; she should have paid better attention to the time. It was too far to make it back to the alley close to her apartment, so she moved into another. "Please let this be empty..."

Unfortunately, it wasn't. She bumped into Marigold. "Of all the..." She stopped herself from saying another word.

Marigold took a step back at the collision. She was holding a bag of vegetables in her left hand, but didn't drop it. "Oh, hello. Sorry about that. Hey, didn't we see each other at a night club the other week?" She smiled as she moved closer. "How are you doing?"

Melissa blinked. She didn't know what to say. Those rabbit ears would definitely recognize her voice, she was a little surprised she didn't already. "How much time do I have left? I have to get out of here..."

Marigold wasn't picking up on the hint and followed along side of her. "Are you being shy all of a sudden?" She giggled.

As Melissa tried to come up with something to say, her suit lit up. "Crap!" The light expanded and wrapped back around her body. There she was, standing in her red catsuit with her face bare in front of her neighbor.

Marigold had a mild look of surprise on her face, but it soon faded. "Oh, Melissa, it's you. How did you do that?" She moved closer, her breasts inches away from her own.

"Oh, where do I start?"