Day 52 of omnisuit testing. It was a busy day at the tavern today. Another large ship had docked, and the place was packed with its crew, alongside the establishment's regular customers.

Melissa made her way through the main room. In one hand was a food tray, and in the other hand were mugs of ale. She had upped herself to a small D-cup.

Most of the sailors wore regular clothing, but amongst them there were still plenty of latex-clad patrons. A rather tall woman with pink hair wore a black catsuit that was unzipped to the point of exposing her belly button, but it still curved with her breasts like it was glued on. She also wore a pair of spiked cuffs, fingerless gloves with metal knuckles, a short leather jacket that hung open, and a leather cap with a visor. She sat at a table with similarly dressed women, all wearing black latex and leather. One wore fishnet stockings on her otherwise bare legs.

Other non-maritime patrons, meanwhile, barely wore anything at all. The most stand-out example was a woman in a pink latex bandeau with black trim. She also wore a pink and black collar, as well as black latex sleeves that stopped short of her shoulders and black latex stockingss, both held up with pink straps. Sitting at her table were two other women. One wore what looked like a transparent latex kimono with black edges, matching stockings, and apparently no underwear. The other's outfit was made up of only a few black latex straps wrapped around her chest and neck, with a pair of red, slightly transparent triangles covering her A-cups and another placed over her crotch.

Melissa was a little distracted by all the latex. But it was enough to keep her from noticing when she got too close to the black mistress, who hadn't been there when she took the previous order. In mid-step, the woman gave Melissa a hard slap on the butt. "Ahhh!" She lost her balance and fell, spilling the soup bowls all over a nearby table and the scylla sitting next to it.

"Ahh! That's hot... What are you doing?" She yelled, her hair starting to rise up with her temper. It had a faint glow to it. She wore a blue and purple neoprene top. It hugged her large breasts and slid down her arms. However, it still left a lot of exposed skin, especially on her tentacles, and she clearly wasn't happy with all the soup that spilled onto them.

Melissa pulled herself up and bowed multiple times to the scylla in apology. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will get that cleaned up right away!" Melissa ran to get a cloth to clean her off. The last thing she needed was a sea witch getting mad at her. As soon as she came back, she started wiping the soup off of the woman.

"Careful with those hands." The scylla stated as Melissa cleaned her large breasts, squeezing them a little.

Melissa recoiled. "I'm sorry. I will get you another helping right away." She quickly finished and backed away. She glared at the black mistress for a moment.

As always, she had on black latex and her domino mask. Today, she wore what looked like a mix of a black latex corset and miniskirt. A pair of latex boots went all the way up her thighs and attached to her skirt with garter straps. Her sleeves were short, but she had on black latex gloves that went all the way up. It left her breasts exposed, as well as a large square on her chest just above them, so she covered her nipples with black pasties. She had a smirk on her face.

Melissa wrote down the order again and walked back to kitchen to place the order. "I need a rush on this one. I... I fell and dropped the last one."

The large minotaur looked down at Melissa. "So that's what that sound was. What happened? You aren't one to drop things." He put his large hand on her shoulder. He was as strong as an ox and looked intimating, but he was just a big teddy bear on the inside.

"It's that woman, the black mistress. I know I shouldn't speak bad of one of our regulars, but she spanked my... my butt as I was in mid-step and I lost my balance."

"She's always causing trouble," he sighed. "I've talked to the boss about her, but she always worms her way out of things." Soon he got to work on remaking the order.

This time Melissa went around the other way, avoiding the black mistress' table, and set the food down. "I'm so sorry, about everything."

"It's about time. We're starving. Oh, and she is picking up our bill." The scylla pointed to the black mistress.

"I'm what?" The latex clad woman looked back at the aquatic demihuman quizzically.

"Hey, we saw you spank her. It's the least you could do." She held up her hand, the blue gem on her ring gave off a noticeable glow.

"Fine." She looked away. Her rubber pet shuddered.

"Oh, and get us another round of ale." The scylla put down her hand, the glow fading, and smiled.

"Right away." Melissa walked off to fetch another round. She then went back to work taking orders and delivering meals. She took her time getting back to the black mistress, the scylla and her companion already half done with their food by the time she arrived. "What are you having?"

"Well, you certainly took your time getting back to me." The black mistress said crossly.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to knock me over."

"I said I was sorry." The latex dom made half-assed puppy-dog eyes.

"No you didn't." Melissa retorted, crossly.

"I thought I did. Anyway, I will have the tuna today."

Melissa took down her order and left. It was going to be one of those days.

* * *

Melissa walked down the street in a black and dark red catsuit. She had on dark red latex gloves and black boots. She was still in a bad mood from work and it had affected her performance.

Upon reaching the train station, Marigold took notice of the girl and lightly ran up to greet her. "Hello, Melissa. How was your day today?"

Melissa let out a big sigh. "That woman was there again today. She... she slapped my butt when I was walking. She made me spill soup all over a customer. My boss gave me a big lecture on that."

"Who is that woman?" Marigold looked over at Melissa.

"I don't know her name. We just call her the black mistress."

"There are a few women in this city with that nickname."

"I guess so. She always wears black latex, sometimes skimpy pieces, as well as this black mask with spikes above the brow. She also brings in a slave dressed as a latex dog." She let out another sigh. "She has been hitting on me for a while, asking me to take her collar."

Marigold cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so?" She then muttered to herself. "That narrows it down."

"What?"

"Nothing, just that I think I heard of this woman before. You might want to steer clear of her."

"I don't really have a choice. She keeps showing up at my work, moving to what ever tables I'm waiting." Melissa sighed as they walked up the steps to their apartment building. "I think I just need to relax and unwind for a while."

"Well, I am next door if you need anything." Marigold patted Melissa on the back.

"Thanks, but I want to be alone for a while."

"Alright. See you later, then." Marigold entered her room.

The first thing Melissa did after closing her door and dropping her bag onto the floor was run over to the kitchen area and grab a mango, cutting it into multiple slices. Slowly, she ate it, letting it rest on her tongue. "Mmmm." All too soon, the fruit was gone, so she cleaned off the plate, knife, and her gloves.

Next, she grabbed her bag and walked over to the bed, dropping herself down onto the mattress. She then pulled out the tablet and started flipping through the preset list, randomly changing into different green-listed costumes.

After a while, she got an idea in her head. She started rebuilding an outfit she had seen in town a few times. It started with a black latex leotard that covered her torso and arms, followed by the inflation her breasts to D-cups. Next, she put on a maroon latex corset with four buckles on the belly and a very short skirt. Straps of the same color wrapped around her breasts and went up to her collar, which connected to her also-maroon hood and covered all from her collarbone upwards. However, she left out the ball gag and blindfold she remembered the woman who she first saw wearing the outfit wearing. The sleeves that had bound the woman's arms were replaced by a pair of dark red latex gloves that went halfway past her elbow and were held in place with a black strap. The last piece she added was the pair of black latex stockings attached to her bottom with garter straps and ended in a pair of very high heels. "Well these feel a little weird." She looked at her feet.

The outfit complete, Melissa picked up the time safe she had gotten from Lilly. The only thing in it was a slip of paper with a pin code written on it. She had decided to put a new twist on the game she liked to play. Putting the tablet inside the safe, she proceeded to the timer.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Frida's voice. "Melissa, are you okay? I heard you seemed upset today."

Startled, Melissa fumbled with the metal box. It closed as she set it down. "Um, I'm fine. I just needed some time to myself." She slowly stood up.

"If you say so. I just wanted to make sure you were doing fine."

"Thank you." Melissa tried to walk forward, which was harder then she thought it would be in the size of the heels she selected. She was a few inches taller than normal, as the heel was about as long as her foot.

"You are welcome." Soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard, moving away from the door.

Melissa stumbled back onto the bed, landing on her butt. She then looked back at the time safe. The panel read 015:57:36. "Crap! I added an extra ten hours to that thing..." She tried to open the box, but it was already locked and ticking away.

Letting out a sigh, Melissa slid the safe under her bed. "Might as well enjoy it." She stood up once again and started walking. "How the hell does that woman do this blindfolded?" She held out her arms as she worked to keep her balance. "Well, this is going to be an interesting night, at least."

Melissa then spent the next hour getting the hang of walking in the highest heels she had ever worn. Every few minutes, she took a small break from walking to look at herself in the mirror, striking a few poses and giggling with each one. After getting comfortable in the heels, at least to the point where she could stand without stumbling, she laid back down on the bed, giggling louder as she lightly rubbed herself, somewhat sensually but not to the point of out-and-out jilling off. She was feeling much better after the incident earlier today, though she was still nervous about what tomorrow would hold, with her having to spend the morning hours trapped in this outfit with no immediate way out. With those in mind, she eventually drifted off.

* * * *

Day 53 of omnisuit testing. Melissa woke up when her alarm sounded. She smacked her hand down on the button and opened her eyes. She slowly sat up and stretched. As she had the previous night, she still wore the black and maroon outfit.

Melissa reached under her bed and looked at the time safe. She still had several hours to go. "Well, I might as well enjoy it." She slowly stroked the latex and giggled.

During breakfast, she dropped her spoon into her half-eaten bowl of cereal, having realized. "Crap! I have to go shopping before work today." She looked back at the safe. She might have enough time to get to work after it opens, but not enough time to go shopping. She was working the evening shift tonight and couldn't go after. "I am going to have to go out in this." Letting out a sigh, she picked up the spoon and finished her meal.

Melissa looked herself over in the mirror. She was pretty unrecognizable between the mask, the pigtails, and the inflated boobs. The only visible patches of skin were around her eyes, lips, and a small area between her stockings and crotch. Recently, she had upped herself to small D-cups, but people weren't used to her with those yet and she now had on large D-cups, so it was unlikely anyone would recognize her.

She moved her money to the latex handbag she bought just the other day. It went better with her current outfit than her leather one. She also grabbed a fabric shopping bag, as she didn't have one to match.

Next, she peeked her head out the door carefully. No one was around. Slowly and quietly, she walked out and moved like she was naked, not wanting to be seen like this. It was still a little embarrassing, after all. The shoes didn't help with her walking much, for as much practice as she did the previous night, so she gripped the guardrail as she descended to the first floor. Luckily, Frida wasn't sweeping around the entrance, so making her way out was going to be easy.

There were a few people outside, but none looking her way at the moment. She walked down the steps as fast as she dared and headed down the street until she came to a pony cab looking for a fare.

In front were two identical ponygirls. Both wore head to toe latex: black catsuits, corsets with vertical teal stripes, thigh-high teal boots laced up in front, teal arm sleeves in the reverse prayer pose, and teal masks attached to the posture collars. The masks had large lenses that only allowed them to see what was in front of them and had a pair of filters on either side of their mouth. Both had black hair in ponytails, pulled through a black tube at the top of their head.

Their driver also had black hair, some of it in pigtails while most of it just hung down her back. She wore a cross between a pink latex jacket with purple sleeves and a corset of the same color combination. Below the corset was a pink latex miniskirt followed by purple stockings. She had on a pair of pink shoes with purple heels and white laces, and a pair of pink latex biker gloves on her hands. Around her neck was a purple latex dog collar and resting on her nose was a pair of round glasses with pink-tinted lenses.

"I need to go to the grocery market on 5th street." Melissa wasn't about to try and walk all the way there in her shoes.

"Certainly. Hop on." The driver smiled as Melissa sat down. She then cracked the reins.

Melissa watched as they moved. She was impressed that they could move so fast on such high heels. Still, they weren't as fast as some of the other ponies she had taken, they looked to be more for show than for speed. Once they arrived at the market, Melissa paid the driver and got off, heading to the collection of stores.

Now for the nerve-wracking part. Melissa had never seen that driver before, but she went to this market all the time for fresh food. Even with the identity protection her outfit provided, they might still recognize her voice. The first stop was the fruit seller. The stall was watched over by a catgirl wearing only a collar and a chastity belt. A chain led from her collar to one of the stone blocks, but she had enough room to move around.

"Welcome." She smiled warmly, as she always did. This girl was very... affectionate. Melissa had long since suspected the leash was to keep her from following one of the customers that caught her eye.

Melissa tried to disguise her voice. "Thank you. I just want a few mangoes, some apples, and some bananas." She stepped closer to the mangoes.

"Do I know you?" The catgirl cocked an eyebrow as she moved closer. Soon, she rubbed against her.

Melissa muffled a moan, waves of pleasure rippling through her body as the feline brushed against her. "Crap! Is the body link thing still on?" She thought about that for a quick moment. However, the black mistress and her coworkers hadn't set it off when they touched her yesterday. "Um, no, I don't think so." She quickly picked up the fruit, paid for it, and moved out of the woman's reach, but not before she stroked her back. "At least she's gentler than that woman."

She almost bumped into a group of women in black latex with red trim and gloves. At the front of the group was a woman with long red hair. Close behind her, on leashes the lead woman held, were three more women: one with short green hair, one with long raven hair, and one with long blond hair. The trio had cleavage windows and collars matching their hair.

Melissa walked around them to get to the baker. She wore a tight fitting apron and a pair of white cotton panties. She liked to show off her curves to attract more customers and currently, there were a pair of bunny girls in her shop eyeing her.

The woman turned to Melissa. "Welcome. See anything you like?" She jiggled her large breasts.

"Um, I just need a loaf of wheat bread." Melissa blushed a little behind her hood. The smell of baking bread was also starting to make her hungry, even though she just ate.

"Sure thing." The woman grabbed a fresh loaf and handed it to her, leaning forward so her breasts swung. "It came out of the oven just a hour ago." She took the money.

"Thank you." Melissa then walked over to the stand selling vegetables. She needed some potatoes for tonight. She stumbled a bit, still not used to these shoes, and almost fell onto a woman in a black latex catsuit. Her fall was thankfully broken by the woman's chest, the latex covering it transparent and traveling from her neck down to her belly button. It was just wide enough to show off her large boobs without revealing her nipples. Melissa looked up at her and chuckled nervously. "Sorry..."

She got her potatoes and some carrots from the bunny girl with the farmer's tan. Next, she got some meat from the orc with a lot of piercings in her ears and one on her lip. However, she ran into a bit of trouble when she went to go pick up milk.

The dairy shop was magically cooled, the milks and cheeses stored away in in iceboxes with glass doors. However, Melissa slipped a few steps into the store, a terrain her heels were unfamiliar with, and fell forward, landing in the minotaur's F-cups. "Ahh, sorry." She struggled to pull away.

"You have to watch where you go, little one." The shopkeeper looked down at Melissa and stroked her chin, making her moan a little.

"Sorry, I lost my footing there."

"I hear that excuse a lot." The cow woman giggled. "One boy did it five times in one day. I'll forgive you this once, but I get to return the favor."

"Wait, what?" She couldn't have this much taller, much heavier woman fall onto her chest.

She giggled as she grabbed Melissa's inflated D-cup and gave it a good squeeze. This sent the vibrators to work, sending ripples of lust through her mammaries. "There, now we..." She gave both boobs another squeeze. "Well, these feel light."

Melissa moans, her knees shaking and leaning together. "Um, isn't that enough?" Her heart was racing.

"Sorry about that." She slapped Melissa's butt as she let go.

Melissa moaned and stepped back. She fumbled a little, but was able to keep her balance this time. "What do you do when it's a guy?"

"Oh, I grab something else." She chuckled and winked. "Now, what did you come in here for, if not for these?" She shook her udders.

"I just need a bottle of milk before I go home." She had seen this woman many times before, but this was the first time she landed face-first in her melons, not to mention the first time the large woman grabbed her. Hopefully, she doesn't recognize her the next time she'd come in.

"Oh, were you hoping for some fresh squeezed?" She chuckled again and giggled her breasts. Soon, she grabbed a bottle out of the icebox. "It's warm outside today, so don't take too long."

Melissa paid for the milk and took the bottle. "Thank you." She quickly turned and headed for the door, falling over again but catching herself on the door frame. "I have to get home soon... or at the very least find a bathroom..." She carefully ran down the street, determined and hopeful to beat the unknown amount of time she had left on her suit.