"Okay, sorry guys, I've gotta go. Dance practice!" Kate said cheerily. Jumping onto her motorbike, Kate waved goodbye to her friends. To them, Kate was a very active young girl, at the ripe young age of 22, Kate was an active member of the Ballet Club, Swim Team, and Gymnastics Team.

But as Kate ducked out of sight of her friends, She quietly missed a turn to the dance studio.

You see, Kate was not a member of any of those clubs and societies. She was a horrible dancer, she could barely swim to save her own life, and she didn't even know what a cartwheel was. But it didn't matter. 5 minutes later, Kate stepped into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She wore a loose sweater and a short denim skirt, under which she wore a black tutleneck, long sleeved leotard over a pair of black stockings.

She threw off her sweater and skirt, stumbling through the apartment clad in her tight ensemble. You see, Kate wasn't an active member of any society. No. Kate just needed an excuse to be in all these tight articles of clothing... all the time. Today, it was ballet. Tomorrow, she had a one piece swim suit. A competitve suit, three sizes too small, that she would wear under a pair of black skinny jeans and button down shirt.

Kate had a fetish. From a young age, she had been fascinated by the feeling of tight clothing wrapping around her, squeezing her body... something about the way she felt so trapped... that there were no openings except the one at her neck... Before she knew it, Kate was on the bed. She had her trusty little butterfly in her hand. As she pulled the crotch of her leotard aside, moments from guiding the innocent rubber insect towards her wetness, the doorbell rang jarringly.

Kate's mind clouded up like a fire extinguished far too suddenly. She pulled on a bathrobe and went to the door.

"Package for a Kate Welsh?"

Kate's heart raced. It had finally arrived.

She quickly did the paperwork and shoo'd away the gawking delivery boy. It was finally here. She examined the non-descript cardboard box. It was plain except for a label stamped across the top, covered in japanese characters she didn't care to decipher.

Kate knew exactly what this was.

All her life, Kate pretended to lose leotards, swimsuits and tights, goading her mother to replace them. Slowly but surely, she'd built a small collection of... clothes. But they were all parts... they were all... incomplete. When she moved out of her parents and had more freedom to experiment, Kate quickly discovered what she needed: Zentai.

A few nights of googling and discussion on ayus-zentai later, Kate found herself eagerly awaiting a package. She'd found a Japanese dealer operating from within Canada, and she wasted no time in ordering her very first zentai suit.

Taking the box, Kate carefully removed the cover, still dressed in her leotard and tights. She pulled out the costume before her and held it out.

A marvel in hot pink, the suit was complete. With no holes apart from two eyeholes in the hood, the suit would be impossible to don if not for the zip that ran from the small of the back, under the crotch and up to the hip.

Made of microfiber, Kate moved the soft fabric around in her hands, pouring it like a thick liquid from hand to hand. Her body shuddered at the fluidity of the material. She needed this to encase her. to wrap around her, seal her tight and never let go.

Kate stripped out of her leotard and tights ensemble, making a mental note to wash her damp hosiery. She carefully found the zipper of the suit and pulled it open all the way. Sitting against her dining table, Kate eased a foot into the leg of the suit and pulled the sock tight against her foot. She did the same with her other leg and slowly coated the rest of her calf and thigh in flourescent pink.

Standing up, Kate tugged the sensous fabric up to her hips. She let out a soft squeak as the cold metal of the zipper pressed against her lips between her legs. As soon as she let go of the fabric, however, she felt the suit release its stretch, sliding down her thighs a full inch and a half.

"Shit," She thought. "Japanese sizes... probably smaller than Canadians."

She wished she'd gotten a size bigger but it quickly became an afterthought as she pulled the suit up around her waist. She tugged the fabric up to her breasts, feeling the tight fabric press her mounds against her body. The material stretched over her curves, hugging them and fitting snugly to her perfect form.

Kate slipped her arm into the suit, guiding the fabric up to her shoulders. She tugged at the suit, feeling the crotch of the suit pull up against her own. She felt the torso of the suit stretch and she popped her shoulder into the suit. She did the same with her other shoulder. With a slight pop, the suit settled into place. Apart from the cool breeze down her back and around her crotch, Kate was coated from neck to toe in tight pink perfection.

The suit didn't quite fit very well. The zipper only ran up to the small of her back, and teeth was no on the wrong side of her body... at her neck. She decided that she had to pull the hood on, something she'd wanted to leave for a later session. Suddenly, she was thankful for the decision to have eye holes cut into the suit.

She stretched the suit downwards and dipped her head. She felt the top of the open zipper at her forehead and tried to pull it open. As she stretched, she felt the torso of the suit stretch further, digging the open crotch zip painfully into her groin in the area around her pussy. She leaned into the suit and with a loud pop, the suit's opening cleared the top of her head. The tension created by the stretch caused the suit to recoil, pulling the hood down over Kate's head suddenly and unexpectedly.

Kate squealed as the hood violently settled into place. With a slight adjustment, the eyeholes lined up and Kate was able to see. She was relieved that the pressure in her groin had been released. She straightened her hair and made sure that not a single loose strand of her deep black hair wandered outside the boundaries of the zipper.

"This is it." She thought.

She reached a hand behind her and pulled at the zipper tab, pulling down from the top so as to not catch any loose ends of her hair. As she pulled the tab down, she felt the suit cinch closed around her body. She involuntarily rocked her hips, feeling the material move with her body. She pulled the zip down to the top of her rear end and stopped. This needed some adjusting.

Kate grabbed at the opening at her crotch and pulled down on it, pulling the zipper away from her sensitive areas. She reached a hand behind and guided the zipper over her ass cheeks, between her legs and up over her pussy. She relished each click of the zipper as the teeth clamped shut over her flat crotch. And then... it was done. The zipper reached the end of its train and Kate stood up straight.

She reached up and ran her hands across her head. She felt the material tightly wrapping her face and traced the seamless suit down her neck, past her erect nipples and traced a line down the center of her belly. She felt... complete.

She felt the suit settle around her as she explored her body, finding the path of least resistance, a place against her body whereby it needed to stretch the least. Kate flexed her shoulders and took a step. As she did so, she felt the suit begin to "set in". The zip began to split her cheeks, slipping between them. As she made her way towards her bedroom, she could feel the suit relieve itself of its stretch, pulling tight against her body. She felt the cold zipper press against her crotch.

With every little movement, the fabric slid across her skin, evening out the pressure around her body naturally. Kate's thoughts began to cloud as the metal zipper slipped deep into her rear, pressing tight against her lips, parting them slightly. She stopped in her tracks and shut her eyes, biting her lower lips as the metal zip pulled tight against her clit.

Kate was horny as hell now. She raised her arms in the air and stretched, hunching her shoulders up, feeling the suit dig into her groin as she did so. She picked up her trusty toy and brought it to her body, touching it against the zip of the suit. And then she had an idea.

She didn't want to disturb the suit now that it had... well found its resting place around her body... but it would be so worth it. With some effort, she pulled the suit's crotch away from her own and unzipped it. She grabbed her butterfly vibe and placed it over her pussy. Smiling to herself, she pushed it home and moaned. It had a shaft that would enter her far enough to hold the toy frimly in place, but the reason why girls loved it so much, was the vibrating nub that nestled perfectly over the clitoral hood, the wings that vibrated against the girls lips, and the fact that once inserted, it lay perfectly flush against the girls crotch. Leaving no trace of anything under any clothes. Kate had worn the toy under a swimsuit before... in a public pool.

Kate closed the zip and wiggled her body, feeling the suit settle tight agsint her body yet again. this time she felt the zip force the toy deeper into her cavity, pressing tightly against her clit. She rolled her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling the zipper slip between her cheeks yet again. She reached for the remote and pressed the magic button.

But... nothing. "Fuck. The batteries."

With the toy still in place, Kate turned the apartment over searching for batteries, but found none. Frustrated, she realised she would have to go out to get some if she wanted to experience her fantasy. Reluctantly, Kate undid the zipper of the suit and pulled the toy out. She reached behind her body and found the opening of the zipper. She pulled it upwards and over her head... except it didn't quite go over her head.

She winced as the zipper dug into her crotch and pulled again, but she couldn't quite get the zipper opening to clear her head. How had she gotten it on in the first place? She pulled again but the suit wasn't quite sitting around her body the same way as it was before. She tugged at it and barely got the opening up over her hairline before she lost her grip and the suit snapped back into place.

Kate was starting to panic. The zipper ran only up to the small of her back, ending between her shoulder blades. She reached behind and tried to pull the opening around and over her shoulders, but it simply wouldn't stretch high enough. She redirected her attention to her legs and tried to pull the suit out from around her buttocks. She could expose her rear end, but the suit was too tight to pull her legs out or slip out the upper half.

Kate was stuck.

She was trapped in a suit that was probably two sizes too small. Trapped in this soft, sensous fabric. Trapped in this hot flourescent pink liquid. Trapped. Wrapped in seamless pink perfection, no way out. No way out at all. She'd tried everything. She was stuck, forced to wear this tight suit that brought her so much pleasure. Forced to feel... so much. Hidden behind... Hidden... No one would recognize her. No one could see her face. She would be trapped like this... forever. She had considered a pair of scissors before this, but now... She was living out her deepest, darkest fantasies. Why should she stop now? She just needed batteries.

Kate stood up with newfound resolve. She grabbed the toy and slipped it between her legs ("ooommmmhhhh"). Pulling the zip closed, Kate wiggled around and moaned as the suit settled in around her yet again. she clenched her ass around the zipper, feeling it lodge firmly within her, pressing tight against her crotch. With each step, Kate's mind flew to heaven and back again.

She retrieved a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled them on, feeling the tightness of the layered fabric. She pulled on her riding boots and a leather jacket. She donned a pair of gloves and reached for her motorcycle helmet. Kate was going to go get batteries. She looked at herself in the mirror. The tint of her helmet hid her masked face from public view. As far as anyone else was concerned, she was simply a biker chick wearing a tight pink t-shirt under standard riding gear. No one would ever know.

Kate made her way downstairs, passing a neighbour as she went along. Something about her hidden pleasure turned her on further and she felt her juices leaking around the shaft nestled within her. She approached the bike and instinctively straddled it. As she did so, she felt the seat push the toy within hertight against her sensitive clit.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

As she turned the key and hit the ignition, the crotch rocket roared into life and the engine began to stir. The roar of the engine sent vibrations up to Kate's sensitive regions, vibrating the toy within her. Kate moaned and leaned into her bike, forcing the toy against her clit.

Focusing, Kate turned the throttle and sped off. As she rode, she could feel herself tremble as the vibrations intensified. As she rode the bike faster, the engine worked harder and the suit fucked her harder. Before she realised it, Kate found herself rocking her hips, humping her bike at a hundred and twenty miles per hour. She could feel it building within her, a deep fire she couldn't ignore and then all at once, her toes curled, her back arched and she let out a shuddered scream as her suit fucked her into oblivion.

Kate was in bliss when the bike careened off the road and slammed into a corner store at a traffic junction.

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Kate awoke in a dark room. She could see nothing but as she stood up, she quickly realized she was still trapped within the luscious pink zentai suit she had managed to squeeze into somehow. She rocked her hips and noted with a slight disappointment that her toy was no longer one with her body.

Before she could express said disappointment, she jumped as candles around her suddenly came ablaze, lighting the room she was in. In front of her was a pentagram, with candles at each corner of the star. As she looked past the symbol etched into the floor, she saw a dark figure barely illuminated by the candle light.

Kate stepped forward and saw the figure was... hot as all hell. The figure stepped towards her and entered the light, revealing a woman barely a year older than herself. But what caught Kate's eye, was the fact that this woman was coated, except for her face, from head to toe in ruthlessly tight red latex. Two little horns were molded onto the cowl, and the suit was completely seamless. It ended in a heel... without a heel. The girl's feet were elevated as if she was wearing a heel, but there was none. And coming out of the girl's perfect ass, was a long, thin tail that ended in an arrow.

"Like what you see?" The mystery figure asked, doing a little pirouette for Kate.

Kate noted with a little twinge in her pussy that the girl's suit had no zipper in the back.

"I know, there's no zipper. The only hole in this suit is the one around my face!"

Kate felt herself get a little moist, wondering if the girl was, like her, trapped within her rubber skin.

"You can try pulling at it if you really want to know."

Kate realised that the girl was reading her thoughts and began to get nervous. But her curiousity and libido overcame reason and she approached the girl, carefully stepping around the pentagram. She reached up with her gloved hands and attempted to slip her fingers between the red latex and the mystery girl's skin. Kate almost came there and then when she seperated the latex from the girl's head. It was incredibly tight and there was no way she could stretch the material any more than a half centimeter from its current position.

She tried anyway and sure enough, the suit barely budged. The girl was well and truly trapped. Kate had no idea how she'd even gotten into her shiny prison in the first place.

"Oh, it wasn't always this tight." The girl answered, pulling Kate's fingers out from under the hood. Kate's eyes widened as before her very eyes, she saw the material shrink even tighter than it was before she had stretched it.

"It once fit like a normal catsuit, but everytime you stretch it, it gets tighter. You think you have a chance early on, but you try and try and each time, escape gets farther and farther away. You wanna know how long I've been in this?"

Kate's crotch was on fire. She fought the urge to finger fuck herself in front of this stranger.

"I've been in this for over a hundred years. You have no clue just how tight this suit really is."

Kate looked at the girl and saw every feature of the girl perfectly outlined by the tight latex. The girl's nipples were rock hard, but firmly flattened against her breasts, which were squeezed so tight that they were rock hard against her body. The girl had no cameltoe, however.

"Yeah, well, what do you think is in there?"

Kate could have fainted there and then.

"Well, lets get down to business. As you've no doubt figured, I'm not human. Well, neither are you. At least, not anymore."

Kate began to protest, "What do you me-"

"You're dead, love. Don't you remember?"

And then Kate remembered the biggest orgasm of her life. And then she realised what had happened. Somehow, she felt no sadness.

"I know, you don't feel very dead, but that's because you're still here. That's where I come in. I'm a succubus. I've been watching you since you made the decision to go to the store in that suit you're wearing... that little suit that you've managed to get yourself stuck in."

Kate blushed, not that the succubus could see it under the pink of the suit she was wearing.

"Well, now you have a choice. Either this is it, you're dead, and just nothingness from here on out, or... You make a little deal with the devil and return to your human world up above."

Kate thought about it and realised it made no sense to just end everything. I mean, how bad a deal could she be getting if she continued to live?

"I like the way you think, girl. All you need to do is step into that there pentagram, and before you know it, you'll be back home once again."

Kate hesitated. What was the catch?

"The catch is, you don't know until you step into the pentagram!"

Kate sighed. She stepped into the center of the symbol.

"Cool. Here we go then."

With that, the succubus promptly disappeared. Kate stood alone in the room for just a moment, and then it started. Suddenly, the pentagram began to glow. Kate looked up and saw a skylight open in the room, and she realised she was looking up into her bedroom. She realised that the whole was coming closer and closer to her.

That's when the suit stirred to life around her. Her feet firmly rooted to the ground, Kate shrieked in shock as the material suddenly grew tight around her feet. She looked down and saw the matte pink of the lycra begin to shine around her toes. She felt the stretchy lycra of the zentai suit stiffen up and tighten around her feet and she realised the suit was turning to latex. The tightening began to spread upwards and Kate began to panic. She stepped away but found that she could not leave the circle of the pentagram.

The shine of the latex spread further up her legs and the suit cinched tight around her knees. She braced herself as she felt the cold rubber creep up and around her inner thigh. She was gushing when the suit shrank around her trembling pussy, shrinking around her clit. She reached down and felt the lycra turn to latex beneath her fingers.

But something was missing. She looked down at her own crotch and saw that the zip was no longer there. Frantic, Kate reached behind her and felt for the zip. She could feel it on her back, but where the suit had turned to rubber, the zip had melted away into nothingness.

"No!" Kate knew that without the zip, there was no chance of her climbing out of the suit. Kate undid the zip from the top of her back in a desperate attempt to get out before it was too late. She pulled the zip down to her waist and felt the suit loosen its grip from there on up. But as the suit turned to latex, it drew the opening closed and squeezed her body tight. She tugged at the opening in the small of her back as it slowly but surely drew closed and squeezed her body.

As the shine passed her breasts, Kate knew it was too late. She collapsed on to the floor, and felt the lates creep up her neck. As the latex spread around her nose, Kate began to accept her fate and prepared to suffocate, when she realised that she was not breathing to begin with. The suit tightened around her face and finished its tranformation at the crown of her head.

By then, Kate's bedroom had lowered itself around her, and apart from the pentagram, she was back in her own apartment.

Kate climbed to her feet. The suit settled in around her, creeping into her ass crack, somewhat more gently without the hard metal zipper. She stretched. The suit actually fit much better without the zip. But the transformation was not done. Kate felt something stir in the crotch of the suit and she felt a small protrusion take shape in the suit's rear end. A similar one followed soon after at her pussy.

She quickly realised that the protrusion was growing, slowly but steadily. She clenched her muscles, clamping her lips together and her cheeks shut, but the protrusions continued to grow, parting her lips and entering her body. Kate's eyes rolled in her sockets. She felt the protrusions fill out her body against her will, growing little nubs along its shaft that tickled her and stimulated her with each movement. A rough, ribbed surface akin to a cats tongue took shape and stroked Kate's g-spot in a way she'd never felt before. A tiny suction cup-like surface latched on to her clitoral hood and moved with the suit, rubbing her clit with every little movement she made.

She could feel her hard nipples were straining to stretch the latex around her breasts, when suddenly she felt the latex shrink around them. Nothing showed on the outside but she felt like two mouths were sucking on her nipples.

Kate couldn't let this go on. She knew she had to get out. The suit still had some stretch in it. She grabbed at the suit's only opening, her eye holes, and pulled at them. The opening stretched out more than she had expected. She pulled it past her nose and tucked it under her chin. She grabbed at the top and pulled hard, trying to clear her forehead, but the suit dislodged from her chin and snapped back into place around her eyes. As the suit settled again, Kate felt the suit shrink around her head, pressing her nose against her face. The tightening spread quickly throughout her body, pushing her nipples flatter against her chest, cinching her waist and revealing her navel's valley. When the shrinking reached her crotch, she felt the opposite happen as the shafts within her grew rougher and sprout more nubs. The sucker on her clitoris pressed tighter into her and she moaned loudly.

Kate bit her lip hard and tried again. She grabbed at her eye holes and pulled with all her might, but she couldn't even get it past her chin this time. As it snapped back, the suit tightened once more. Squeezing her body tight and accentuating her perfect curves. Unfettered, she pulled at it again, ignoring the growing fire in her crotch. The suit tightened further.

This time, it was too much. Kate's hands flew to her crotch. With the last wave of tightening, the shafts within her had begun to churn. The nubs and ribs on the shafts began to pulse and move around inside her. The sucker on her clitoris grew moist and begun to massage her pleasure point. Kate writhed on her bedroom floor as the pink latex suit fucked her into the biggest orgasm of her life.

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When Kate awoke, she realised the suit had grown tighter still. She stood up and realised that the suit was still, very slowly, shrinking around her. As she moved, the suit stretched across her skin and that action triggered the suit, causing it to shrink farther.

As Kate rode the suit to orgasm yet again, she began to accept her fate. She was a succubus now. A name began to take form in her mind, and somehow she knew that she was to find this person. What she would do when she did? Kate came again. Sharing is caring, right?

"I'm coming, August."