You hold before you a body suit. Nothing too fancy. It had short sleves and short legs. Made of some sort of latex, the suit appears to be far too small to fit you. You hold it against your body, feeling the cold rubber hang against your breasts. There seems to be some lingering static from the packing foam as the suit sways toward your body with a soft fuzzy electric feeling.

The suit has a crew neck, not quite wide enough to climb in through. In the back of the suit is a single zip, running from the neck down to the tailbone.

You undo the zip of the suit, briefly seeing the glimmer of some circuitry lining the inside of the black latex. Naked now, you stand apprehensively with the suit in front of you. This is your last chance to back out.

With a big shuddering sigh, you lower the suit to your feet and guide your legs into the holes. Grabbing the suit by its hips, you pull the suit up like an impossibly tight pair of shorts. You feel the light fuzz of the lingering static across your skin.

Pulling the suit snug against your crotch, you unravel the bunched up fabric and look for the sleeves. Finding them, you slip a hand into the arm hole and pull the suit up over your shoulders. You don't make it the first time, but with a bit more effort, the suit stretches just enough to settle over your left shoulder. Your right arm quickly follows and you rock your hips, feeling the tight latex grind into your nether regions.

You grab at the material around your hips and pull it up, feeling the latex grind against your clit. Moaning, you bunch up the latex between your legs and pull tight, rubbing your clit against the tight rubber.

No. You get a grip of yourself. You let go of the fabric only to find that it holds its shape, pulling deep between your lips, grinding against your clit without any effort of your own. You bite your lower lip and rock your hips, feeling an orgasm building.

You stop yourself. You reach behind your body and feel for the zip. You pause, considering your options. Is this the right choice? You close your eyes. With a sigh, you tug at the zip, guiding the tab up the rail, feeling the suit close tighter around your torso with every click.

You reach a hand over your shoulder to meet the rising zipper, pulling it up to between your shoulder blades. You pause one last time.

Eyes open now, you take a deep breath and pull the zipper the rest of the way up. The zipper fastener slides up at the back of your neck and smoothly slides off the end of the rail. You throw the fastener on the ground.

You knew this would happen. Everything is proceeding as planned. You reach around your neck and grab at the two sides of the zipper, attempting to pull them apart just to test if it works as promised.

Indeed, the two sides stay firmly together. The zipper was closed and stuck closed forever.

There was only one thing left to do. Your left hand caresses your breast, as you rock your hips, feeling the tight latex rub against you. Your right hand joins the fun and before you know it, you're on your knees, riding the suit to orgasm. Your eyes roll in their sockets and your toes curl as your muscles spasm, your head clears as you reach your climax.

Triggered by the orgasm, the suit comes to life. You feel electricity course through the circuits in the suit, tickling your skin as it pulses along. You feel the suit tighten considerably around your body.

You become suddenly aware of a faint chill near your spine as it slowly disappears. You reach a hand behind your back and feel the latex melting together underneath the zipper. you feel the metal chain come loose at your spine, slowly falling off of your back, revealing freshly merged latex underneath.

With a clink, the zipper falls to the floor. Your entire back is coated in a single solid piece of black latex, your entire torso is coated in the same tight rubber. You feel the rubber creep up around your neck, closing the opening just slightly. You feel the rubber suck tight against your skin, slipping into your navel, gripping your clit tightly. with a soft moan, you feel the latex slip between your folds and between your cheeks.

Your hands wander to your crotch and you find a small opening at its base. You assume there is another matched at your rear. As the suit finishes its final metamorphosis, you feel a stir in your pussy as a phantom finger traces light circles around your clit.

The suit has finished.

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Your mind wandering, you bite your lip hard, trying your best not to moan out loud. You are wearing skinny jeans and a simple shirt, and the suit remains perfectly hidden beneath the clothes. Walking out to the sidewalk, you hoist up a large bag and empty its contents into your trash bin.

You watch as your entire wardrobe of bras and panties tumble out and into your bin. A soft moan escapes your lips. You no longer have any need for them.