I was so deep in a writing-trance I nearly screamed when my phone rang. I did jump.
"Jesus." I took a moment to let my heart stop racing, then tapped my phone to answer. From the call screen, I could see it was August, which didn't bode well. On the rare occasions when fictional characters called me, things tended to go a bit strange. Usually it meant I'd forgotten to take my meds again. Before I could even say anything, she started talking.
"H-hello? There's ah... something you should check out. I think you'll love it." Her voice sounded a little strained.
"Hi, August. I'm in the middle of a chapter right now, and I have a deadline looming. Can it wait until tomorrow, or Saturday maybe?"
"What? No, you should come over right away. Trust me." My lips twisted sideways.
"The last time you said 'trust me' like that, I wasn't home for a week. The cats almost ran out of water, you know. Not that I'm saying it wasn't a great time, but..."
"Heh. I'll see you in 15 minutes, love." Before I could offer further protest, I heard the beep of the call ending. I stared at my phone for a minute, but we both knew too well I was too curious to resist an invitation like that. I sighed, saved my work, gave my teeth a quick brush and threw on random clothes acceptable for outside use (don't judge, if you wrote for a living, you'd spend all day in your jammies too).
This time, I made sure there was extra food and water for the cats before I headed out.
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I knocked on August's door, then again after a minute of no response. I was about to start digging in my bag for the spare key she'd given me when the door flung open and I was yanked inside, the door shutting behind me as I stumbled to a stop. The black sheen over August's form wasn't a surprise, given her genre. Nor was her damnably attractive body...she had the sort of ideal shape one only encounters in internet models or fictional characters, and I was well acquainted with it. But the suit itself was a departure from her usual outfits.
It seemed to be seamless latex, covering her completely aside from an oval around her face, a stray lock of her red hair pinned against her forehead. But clearly not normal latex...it was too smooth, even at joints and around the fingers there were only the faintest of creases in the material. Beyond that, it was a costume. The hood had jester horns, curving to the sides, and the legs ended in heeled boots with curled-up toes. Finally, I could see the ends of small bat-wings around her shoulders, and a barbed tail curled around from behind her. The tip was actually waving.
"Well, this is something different!" I said. "Like Harley, Morrigan and the devil had a transporter accident...I love it! Where'd you get it?"
"I know, right?" she saw me admiring her and gave a little hip wiggle that set my blood stirring. "The usual...anonymous FedEx package." She was smiling, but her voice still sounded a little strained, and it seemed like she was bracing herself against the door. I eyed her suspiciously.
"I presume there are unseen functions on the inside?"
"What makes you...ohhhhhnnnnn..." her knees bent a little and she clutched at the doorknob to support herself, her other hand roving over herself in a familiar pattern. "Um. Yeah," she admitted sheepishly, when the moment had passed. I looked back into her living room and saw a box marked with an unfamiliar jester-hat logo, the sleeve of another suit flopped over one side.
"Ok," I said, feigning an amused tolerance. In reality, I was terribly excited. But extending the anticipation would only help both of us. "But since you made me rush over, I need to borrow your shower first, I don't want to stink up your brand new toy," I continued sternly. To my surprise, her face showed seemingly genuine dismay rather than the rueful grin or pout I'd expected. From how the suit outlined even her navel, maybe it was uncomfortably tight...how would that even work, did it need to be vacuum-sealed?
"Fine, if you have to, just...uhnnn...hurry?" Her voice was so plaintive I felt actual pity, but teasing aside, I did need to shower. Latex rule #1 - grossness in, grossness squared out. I nodded and rushed immediately to her bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went. I couldn't help but smile at the sink for a moment, but shook the meta out of my thoughts and stepped into the shower, pulling on a cap since my hair was still okay. Despite my efforts to be quick, I was only half done when August stepped in behind me, a determined expression on her face.
I was about to point out that this sort of thing was bound not to make the shower faster, when she basically attacked me. Her hands were everywhere at once, it was like being massaged by a soapy octopus. She was none too gentle about it, clearly intent on speed rather than sensuality, but I laughed helplessly and my knees went a bit weak. I would've slipped and fallen, but her tail actually curled between my legs and held me up while her hands continued, which wasn't exactly comfortable, but prompted a little sound of something other than pain. After less than a minute, she was pulling me out of the shower and laying me down on three bath sheets she'd apparently laid out on the floor, overlapping, before coming in with me.
"Um," I offered weakly, but August ignored me and pulled the edge of the sheets nearest me, flipping me over. Two more rolls and I was snugly wrapped in the towels, only the shower cap and my toes peeking out. I let out an 'oof' as she lifted me into a fireman's carry, but as quick drying methods go, I didn't hate it. I imagined if this'd been a web-comic, there'd have been a little heart hovering around my head. Somewhere along the journey, she jostled me enough that the shower cap squeezed off my head. I wondered if she'd been doing upper-body workouts or something...I didn't remember her being this strong.
I felt her set me down, and I shook myself out of the cotton cocoon. She'd put me on the sofa, the box was on the floor right in front of me. From my closer vantage point I could see there were pink and red ones inside as well as the green one I'd already noticed, all otherwise apparently identical to the suit August wore.
"Don't dither! Just...ohhhh...pick one!" Her face alternated between obvious pleasure and pure frustration. The poor dear must be holding off on my account, she knew how much I liked to aim for simultaneous orgasms. I grabbed the green one and stood, shaking it out. It was indeed completely seamless, with no zipper for entry. I guessed it was one of those miraculous face-entry ones that really aren't made for overly curvy people, but I trusted things would work out...before the sudsy molestation, I dimly recalled that as soon as August entered the shower with me, I had felt things shrink and tighten a bit into the more presentable fictional version of myself.
While August writhed on the sofa, I began bunching up the suit around the face-hole. I hoped baby powder wouldn't be necessary, or this was going to get slow and uncomfortable very quickly. When I'd gathered it up enough to expose the leg holes and what lie above them, my face fell. I'd expected the front appliance, but the other one...
"Shit..." I stood, embarrassed, and walked over to start collecting the clothes I'd shed earlier.
"What? What's wrong?" August asked when she realized what I was doing. She sounded near panic, but I couldn't meet her eyes.
"I know I've been exploring lately, but I'm not sure these are for me. I'm sorry...but I'll just put my clothes back on and I can still play with you, just give me a sec."
I was bending over to pick up my shirt, feeling horrible and prudish and inadequate, when I heard a gasp from behind me. It wasn't the same sort of gasp August had been making already, however, there was a note of alarm in it that made me spin around.
The green suit I'd dropped in front of the sofa in disappointment was crawling towards me. It was clearly unoccupied, still floppy, but somehow the material could move itself. I thought of August's tail waving. In visceral panic, I backed away, but it leaped and the arms wrapped around my legs, tripping me. I felt a strange sensation on my feet and flipped onto my back, watching in a bizarre mix of horror and arousal as the face of the suit began to swallow me, pulling itself up my legs. It had seemed slippery on the outside when I'd handled it before, but now the gloves stuck to my skin tenaciously, while inside I felt my feet sliding into the legs of the suit with no resistance at all.
"Jesus, it's alive or something!" I yelled. I saw August get up from the sofa and move to help, looking concerned, but then collapse to the floor, moaning. Coincidence, or was her suit not letting her help? I braced my fingers around the ever-encroaching face hole of the suit...it was already up to my thighs...and pushed, desperately trying to keep it from advancing further.
The edges of the face hole rolled and folded so quickly I couldn't see how it had happened, but it sort of slurped around my hands, catching my wrists against my sides. Meanwhile, the boots had tightened over my feet and the legs were smoothing out as well. I could feel the inner appliances inching up between my legs, front and back, and I started to squirm even more. Even as the idea of being eaten by a latex jester-suit aroused me to no end, I was at the same time growing ever more uncomfortable and panicked. My suit began to settle over my thighs and I could feel the tips of both the internal toys pressing on me. I clenched instinctively, closing my eyes.
"Dammit, let me up! I just...uuuuuhhhh...want to....mmmmmmmm..." August was still arguing with her own suit, trying to move over to me, but wasn't making much headway. She wouldn't be able to reach me before...
"Please, no, no, nonononono..." Tears began to roll down my cheeks. When one dropped off, splashing against the green latex, suddenly everything stopped for a moment. One of the gloved arms of the suit rose unsteadily to my face and gently wiped away the tears from my eyes. Inside, I could feel something happening...the pressure at my rear was going away, replaced by an odd sensation moving around my hips toward the front. Meanwhile the glove that had wiped my tears formed into an "ok" gesture, while the other glove and wrist made a sort of question mark. I stared for a moment, trying to process this new development.
"Nothing's...nothing's going in my butt?" I asked, sniffling a bit. One of the gloves made a fist and shook back and forth, while the other patted my cheek reassuringly. "Ok...I guess that's ok, then. Thank you," I said, feeling pathetically grateful while still rather surreal. Assignations with fictional characters were one thing, but thanking an animated fetish costume for not anally raping me was rather outside my typical range of experience.
My arms had until now been held tightly against my sides by a perversely selective stickiness inside the suit, but I found that now they moved freely, so I twisted them around to slide into the sleeves. Just before my right hand reached the glove, the empty fingers flopped towards me a couple times. Waving goodbye? I giggled, despite my earlier fright. Or maybe because of it...I was probably still full of adrenaline. Meanwhile, August's suit had relented slightly, allowing her to regain her feet and approach me.
"Are you okay?" she asked, more than a little concerned and upset. "I'm so sorry, if I'd had any idea that was an issue, or that the suit would act like that..." She looked guilty and abashed. I nodded and waved a hand, slightly distracted by the built-in toy in the front sliding into me as the suit firmly tightened around my hips and torso.
"Nnnnh...Yes. No real harm, just some poor communication. I'm glad I didn't have to disappoint you because of my personal foibles." The suit smoothed up my torso and I glanced down, admiring how it was holding me together, further flattering my already literarily-enhanced physique.
"I'm glad you're okay. You could never disappoint me, Jaxy...who else would always drop everything to indulge...ohhhhh...my strange hobbies?" Clearly her costume hadn't completely stopped teasing her, but she ignored it for the moment and pulled me to my feet, then gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed, and the tail of my own costume curled around me. As it did, I felt a corresponding shift in the pressure inside me and realized that the tail was now somehow linked to the front toy. My eyes widened and I rose onto my toes slightly, biting my lip, as the soft vibrations it began to put out waxed and waned with twitches of the suit's tail.
Realizing that August had been trying to function like this for more than twenty minutes now, I hurried and pulled the hood up over my head. I gasped a little as the suit fully tightened, all over. The pressure was tighter than any bonds I'd ever used, but somehow didn't seem to restrict my breathing, and was just shy of discomfort.
"Oh, wow," I breathed. August laughed. She stepped over to a wall mirror, pulling me next to her, so we could admire ourselves. For a minute, we just struck increasingly suggestive and silly poses until the combination of giggles and our suits' increasing vibrations threatened to remove our ability to stand. That determined expression returned to August's face, and she dragged me to the sofa, dropping onto it and pulling me atop her. I must have underestimated how frustrated she'd been, her screams nearly deafened me. But I couldn't focus, as we moved together and incredible vibration and waves of pressure shattered conscious thought.
Maybe it was my own screams? Let's call it a joint effort.