August pushed open the double doors and stepped in.

She was in a study of sorts. Huge bookshelves lined the walls, filled with unmarked, leather-bound tomes. Between every few bookshelves was a pillar, and in front of each pillar, there stood proudly and motionless, realistic beasts of the jungle.

August slowly passed a giraffe before pausing to inspect a deer.

The animal looked so real. She reached out a hand and touched the fur. She could have sworn the beast was once alive.

For a manor that had been supposedly abandoned, this area was in surprisingly good shape.

August, still curious, continued her exploration down the aisle.

There was something odd about these animals. She just could not place what.

She continued past some ungulate she could not claim to know, but she stopped short when she approached the tiger.

It was majestic. Standing proud on all fours, the tiger's gaze was set on the distance. Jaw closed, the tiger appeared docile.

August approached the stuffed tiger and petted its head. She ran her hand along the tiger's back and she felt something unnatural.

She brushed the tiger's back again and felt it again. There was something metallic there. She took a closer look and pushed aside the fur.

There, running down the tiger's back, was a small zipper.

August was curious. She felt for the tab of the zipper and found it at the neck. She pulled on the zip lightly but it did not budge.

Placing one hand on the tiger's head and another on the pull-tab, she tried it again. The zipper seemed to resist her downward motion as she slowly pulled it down. As she let go of the tab to readjust her grip, she stopped short and watch as the zipper slowly but surely crept back up the tiger's back, meeting the stopper at the neck yet again.

August pulled on the zipper again. It was not so heavy as to strain her, but it required a bit of pulling to open.

As the zipper slid open, the 'skin' of the tiger pulled apart, evidently relaxing from being stretched. August continued undoing the zipper to reveal some white plastic under the skin.

She pulled the zipper about 3/4 of the way down the tiger when it reached the end. She pulled the tiger's head and watched as the skin stretched and fell off the head of a plastic figure of a girl.

August felt a stir in her lower abdomen. Was this? a suit?

She pulled the tiger skin off the figure's upper half, the plastic stopping the zip from closing.

The figure was a girl about her size. As August removed the suit further, she found that the figure was on her hands and knees, its calves bent back so her feet were pressed against her bum.

August lifted the light, hollow mannequin and put it aside as she inspected the suit.

Though on the outside, it looked just like a tiger's skin and fur, the inside was lined with some sort of black rubber that was smooth to the touch and shiny. The suit was thin and stretched a little.

The sight and aroma of the rubber hit August and she felt butterflies in her lower abdomen, she touched the rubber and felt as the butterflies one by one decided to fly down to her crotch and flutter around. She barely noticed that she was starting to get a little wet.

The thought of tight costumes and suits excited August. She never understood why. Since she was little, she always felt excited and nervous whenever it was time to get dressed for ballet classes or to visit the community swimming pool? and now, in front of her, was a tiger suit lined with rubber.

August had never tried rubber before. She'd fantasised about owning a latex catsuit, but she could never afford one while she was busy trying to pay off tuition for her college. She had to try this suit.

August took off her t-shirt and her jeans, revealing not a bra or panties, but a pair of tights under a leotard. She had stopped wearing normal underwear months ago. She felt safe and comfortable in the loving embrace of tight clothing. She had found many ways to mix and match her suits and tights such that she could always hide a tight suit under whatever outfit she needed to wear.

She felt her taut body and imagined what it'd be like to be in the tiger suit. She absent-mindedly touched her crotch and found herself very wet.

She picked up the suit. The opening was still open wide. The zip was not moving as the teeth were opened too far apart. Not that August paid it any heed.

She considered for a moment how to get herself into the suit. The inside of the suit was designed to fit a girl around her size. She put her foot into the tiger's hind legs but found the suit's leg to be too short and ill fitting.

August felt a slight pang of disappointment until she caught a glimpse of the mannequin. She giggled softly at her stupidity.

She bent her leg and put her knee into the leg of the suit. This time the suit stretched slightly and hugged her thigh and calf tightly together. She put her other knee in, and kneeling, pulled the suit up her leg. The crotch of the suit slowly rose to meet her crotch and she moaned in surprise as a largish, ribbed shaft brushed against her pussy.

Naughty thoughts struck August as she quickly pulled the suit off and peeled the tight swimsuit off her body and rolled her tights off of her moist crotch. She stood in front of the suit once again, naked this time. She put her knees into the suit and kneeling again, she pulled the suit's crotch slowly up to her own, shuddering and letting out a slight moan as she eased the piece of rubber into her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp as the suit finally met her crotch and a little nub snuggled up against her clitoris.

She lost her balance a little and moaned loudly as the sudden movement caused the suit to rub her pussy and clit in a way she had never felt before. She slowly pulled herself back up to a kneeling position, breathing heavily as the suit pleasured her simply by moving. She felt that the slightest movement would send her over the edge and she wanted to hold it off until she was inside the suit.

August looked down at the rest of the suit draped around her hips. She was in such a vulnerable position. kneeling on her knees, without her feet for support, and yet her lower half looked just like the lower half of a tiger, standing on its hind legs. The suit ended in paws and the knees were padded so she felt no discomfort. It felt like the tightest pair of pants she'd ever worn but on the outside it looked as innocent as a stuffed tiger would look.

She found the front paws of the tiger and tried it, finding them to end in paws. her fingers would be balled up inside and it fit snugly. She pulled her hand out and pulled the suit higher up her torso. She felt a little nub press against her navel and shuddered at the new, odd sensation. it felt? nice. She felt like the rubber was everywhere, filling her and pressing against her. She pulled the rest of the suit up and inserted her arms into the tiger's paws. as she did so, the torso of the tiger came up to meet her breasts. Again she was surprised by the tight rubber around her breasts as a small patch of ribbing pressed against her nipples, causing each little motion to rub her the right way.

Excited now, she quickly pulled the head of the tiger over her own and found the inside to be a a ridiculously tight fit. There was no gag, but the rubber was so tight that she could not even open her mouth. There were nose holes that she assumed connected to the tiger's snout that allowed her to breathe. the tiger's eyes were see through from the inside so she had a decent view of the outside world.

She was on all fours now, her back arched. She could feel the cool wind brushing against her back which was still arched outside of the suit despite the front of the suit already pressed tightly against her.

Now to zip myself up, she thought. She didn't hope to close the suit all the way... That would be amazing, but she was sure she couldn't do that with her hands like that. She just wanted to seal herself in a little, so she could feel the amazing suit around her. She'd let her imagination close the rest of the suit in her mind, maybe just play in it a little bit and then take it off and bring it home. Surely she'd be able to find someone who could play with her and take the suit all the way. What a feeling that would be, to have the suit sealed completely.

August arched her back, allowing the fabric to close a little over her spine. She reached a paw behind for the zip, at the same time pressing her torso against the suit, feeling the nubs rub against her nipples and the dildo shifting, and the nub being ground against her clit. She almost came but she quickly froze in place to hold it off a little longer.

Suddenly, August felt a chill against her lower back. She felt as the cold, chilling sensation ran up her back. The suit tightened considerably as the chill moved against her spine.

August moaned. A suit that tightens around you?

Then it hit her. The zipper closes on its own!

She tried to arch her back out of the suit again but it was too far closed. She helplessly struggled as the zip slowly drew itself closed. she could barely reach her back and even as she did, she could not get a grip on the tab with her useless paws.

The zip continued her slow march up her spine, ignoring her desperate writhing on the ground.. She moaned as it passed her shoulder blades, pulling the nipple nubs against her. Her spine felt the cold metal against it. finally the zipper met its stopper at the base of her neck.

August's mind was all over the place. She was moaning uncontrollably, she was panicking, she was crying. She writhed against the suit, trying to reach the zipper, but it was no use. It was too high up for her to reach now. She writhed and moaned as the crushing tightness of the suit pressed against her.

The latex lining rubbed her all over her body. The dildo inside her churned and stirred her insides, turning her brains to mush. the nub on her clit pulled tighter and tighter against her as her clit swelled, grinding her harder than she could ever rub herself. The moulded cups massaging her breasts, the ribbing fondling and rubbing her nipples.

How was she going to get out? She frantically tugged at the suit but she could not get a good enough grip. Her mind was a mess. She pulled at the crotch of the suit, trying to get the invader out so she could think. She pulled at it but could not get it far enough out to push it aside. She lost her grip and the thing thrust into her. She moaned. The suit was so tight.

August turned over on her back and thrashed about. She raised her arms to try and reach the zip behind her. The lifting of her shoulders pulled the suit's fabric up against her crotch and she moaned loudly. She subconsciously closed her thighs in a laughable attempt to keep the invader out. As her thighs squeezed the base of the dildo, she felt a strange click and screamed in ecstasy as the dildo sprang to life and began vibrating violently. On her back, a small metal catch opened and the zipper's tab fell off to the floor. August writhed on the ground in ecstasy, not noticing as she swept the tab aside and under a nearby bookshelf.

That was the night the villagers heard the screams from the manor. It's a pity, no one dares to go in there anymore. They all think its haunted. It really is a pity no one will ever explore the mansion. Its a pity no one will ever find August. Its a pity no one will ever help August out of her Tiger Skin.