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It started simple. Jodi came home with a bunch of leather straps and gloves and cotton threads of every colour. She wrapped straps around her thighs and her waist. She decided to start small, just to have a feel for it. She put on her gloves and grabbed a bunch of pink thread.

She dipped it in the Phlebotinum. As she pulled it out, she marvelled as the threads shrank. She brought the threads toward her thigh. She felt a light tingling sensation as the thread seemed to be attracted to her body.

Once the threads made contact, it began to disobey the laws of gravity. The excess thread floated off her hand as the loose ends began to weave itself over her thigh.

Jodi pulled off the gloves and watched as the pink thread began to form a perfect ring of fabric around her thigh.

And then it began to tighten. As the material shrank around her leg, she jumped. She felt someone's finger running up and down her thigh. The fabric continued to weave itself and tighten around her hip, and the stroking continued with it.

"I don't think Mike knows about this," she thought naughtily. The thread danced around her body and wove a fabric over her crotch. Jodi watched with bated breath as the fabric hovered teasingly over her sex. And then it shrank. As the material pulled tight over her pussy, it shrank around her clitoris and pulled against her slit. The material bunching up like that intensified the sensations there. it felt like two fingers were playing with her clit, pinching her and rolling her around.

A single imaginary finger rested against her pussy, slowly pressing against her and rubbing her ever so slightly. Jodi was on cloud 9. Never had she felt anything like this before.

As the threads finished their work, meeting the leather straps, Jodi pulled off the straps, leaving behind a girl in the tightest pink panties conceivable. A special pair of panties. Her face a crimson red now, Jodi began stroking herself. She moaned loudly. The material was so tight… and yet, It was virtually weightless and light. She pulled at it and it stretched easily, but as she lost her grip on the slippery material, it snapped back against her. Jodi screamed in pleasure as the sudden snap of the sensuous material sent waves of pleasure across her body.

Jodi came.

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The Suit
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Following that night, Jodi made more panties, stockings and even a bra (that took some careful positioning of straps.) When she was done playing with them, she simply pulled them off and kept them in a little black box.

Eventually, Jodi began making Leotards with scoop necks and swimsuits. She began wearing them under her street clothes. The excitement of knowing that no one knew how much pleasure she was feeling was phenomenal.

Then she had an idea. Breathing heavily from the afterglow of a session in a white leotard, Jodi thought back to her childhood. She remembered dance classes. She remembered the weird feelings she felt whenever she got dressed for ballet and gymnastics, or to go to the pool. She remembered the unexplained excitement of wearing her dance clothes under her street clothes. She remembered discovering what it meant to have a fetish. And then she remembered her very first Zentai suit. And then it clicked.

She grabbed a huge reel of black thread and dropped it into the Phlebotinum. She decided to take it a step at a time. she wrapped a leather strap around her neck. She decided to try a catsuit first.

She extracted the thread with a leather gloved hand and laid it on the ground.

Completely naked, Jodi stood in the middle of her apartment. She looked at the thread on the ground with excitement. She slowly stretched her right leg out to the pile.

And then she felt the familiar tingle in her toe. The thread began to dance around her toe, then her feet, forming a black sock around her right foot. She giggled a little as the fingers began stroking her foot. she then brought her left foot to the pile and the threads began its magic. The fabric began wrapping around her thighs and she began breathing heavily.

She gasped as the fabric pulled tight against her sex. The fabric continued to make its way up her waist.

Jodi fell onto her knees and moaned. The feeling of the material on her sensitive parts was something she wouldn't get used to easily. She fell forward and her fingers made contact with the thread, and they began working their way around them, forming the most perfect gloves and climbing up her arms.

The sensuous fabric wove its way around her shoulders, and over her breasts. Then the top and bottom segments of her suit met in the centre and tightened, pulling tight around her shoulders, causing the fabric to ride deeper into her crotch. She moaned deeply and felt the material begin to weave its way around her neck.

And then she felt the material creep under the leather strap around the base of her neck. Jodi began to panic. The material climbed higher up her neck, seeping through a small crack between the strap and her skin. Jodi fumbled. She reached for the strap and pulled it tight around her neck, gagging as she did so. And she felt the material finish its work.

Relieved, Jodi's attention quickly returned to the sensations she was feeling. It was indescribable. Millions of fingers stroked her body. Jodi closed her eyes and moaned loudly. She could not focus at all. All she could think of was the stimulation on her clit. The rubbing of her nipples. The stroking up and down her thigh. The throbbing pressure on her pussy. The waves of pleasure… all over her skin.

Jodi exploded in a series of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt.

When Jodi came to, the suit was still on her. The fingers still stroking her. She was still wet. She was still flush. But she needed to stop. She reached for her collar to find the neckline but couldn't find it. Then she remembered her little scare. The neckline was now around the top of her neck, under her chin. Something about that caused a stir in her nether regions.

She slipped her fingers under the suit's collar and tugged. The material stretched easily. She pulled it to her shoulder and her heart sank. She couldn't quite reach her shoulder. She tried again, with two hands this time. But the material just wouldn't stretch far enough. She'd made turtleneck leotards before, but none with quite such a high neck.

She began to panic and tugged frantically at the neck, but it was just no use. She could only stretch it as far as her shoulder blades. She mustered her strength and tugged hard, but her gloved hands offered no grip against the slippery, sexy fabric and it snapped back against her, sending waves of pleasure rocking through her body, sending her into another orgasm.

She pulled and twisted and writhed on the floor of the apartment but it was no use. The suit's neck hole was too tight for her to get out of.

Jodi was stuck.