"It's just a lycra leotard, isn't it?"

August held up the material in her hand. It was soft, smooth and stretchy. It wasn't shiny... it had a nice, uniform, inky blackness.

"Not quite... Its a sort of micro-fiber. You see, there are no seams," Matt said.

August was aware of that fact long ago. She was also aware of the fact that it was a turtleneck leotard with no zipper. She tried stretching the neck but it would obviously not stretch enough to accommodate her body.

"How do you..."

*SCHTHUCK!!!*

Matt drove a knife down on to the wooden table between them, spearing the leotard onto the table.

"What the hell, Matt?"

"Sorry, I wanted to show you something, haha. Pull the knife out."

August pulled the knife out with some effort. Remarkably, the leotard was unscathed.

"The material is pretty much impervious to damage. Scissors, knives... the fabric just stretches around the blade... oh you were saying something?"

"..yeah, that's nice and all, but how do I put it on?"

"That's the thing... Here, let me show you."

Matt took the leotard from August's hands, and laid it flat on the table, such that the back of the leotard faced him. He took two needles from a drawer under the table and hunched over the neck of the suit. He lowered the needles to the suit and began to wiggle the needles against the surface.

"You see, I can't attach any zips to it, because that messes with the material."

Matt tampered with the suit as he spoke.

"So the only way to open and close the suit, is by my hand."

August's eyes widened as Matt shifted slightly, revealing a slit... an opening along the spine of the suit.

"I have to unweave the suit to open it, and weave it back together to close it. I haven't taught anyone else how the fabric's weave works yet, so I'm the only one who can do it."

Quickly, the slit in the back of the leotard reached the suit's lower back.

"It's based off that heat-sensitive material you gave me. It'll shrink in the heat and relax in the cold, but I've made sure it will only go so far. Too much and the material becomes useless."

"Yeah, we don't want another Lori incident." August muttered.

"Did you say something? ...anyway, apart from that, it's just like any other leotard."

August was barely listening. Her mind was wandering... All the possibilities!

"I want to try it." She blurted.

Matt looked at her. He knew August would not have been interested in the technical applications of such a material. "Okay. You can use the toilet back there to change. I'll close it up when you're... decent. Relatively."

"Thanks, Matt!"

August grabbed the leotard and made her way there. She trusted Matt. He was well aware of her fetish for suits and tight clothing. In fact, he was her... key bearer... for lack of a better term. She knew she had a good friend in him.

Naked now, August stepped into the open slit of the Leotard. She was starting to get a little wet. She pulled the suit up to her hips, then tugged the suit up against her crotch. She wiggled a little and felt the material move between her legs. She reached her arms into their respective holes and pulled the suit over her shoulder. She flexed her body and felt the suit settle against her body.

She could feel the suit warming up from her body heat and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and exhaling slowly as the suit began to shrink on her, settling against her sensitive areas. The suit was cut with a boyshort; very short legs that were almost flush with her crotch. As she wiggled, she felt the leg of the suit slip up her thigh, the fabric bunching up where her leg met her crotch. August clenched her muscles down there, feeling the suit resisting her efforts slightly. It was so tight down there.

Matt was stunned when August stepped out of the room. She was... incredibly hot. He swallowed and caught himself mid gawk. "C..Come around here and face away from me."

August did as she was told. She held her long hair up and stood in front of Matt. She felt the air blowing across the open slit of the leotard. And then she felt the cold steel of Matt's needles at the base of her spine.

Her breaths grew shallower as she felt the slit close around her waist. She could feel her face turning red as the suit drew tight around her chest. Finally Matt closed the suit around her neck.

"How does it feel?" Matt asked.

August didn't reply immediately. She stretched and wiggled and felt the suit 'set' on her. She was definitely warming it up and she could feel the black ink drawing tighter around her.

"It feels like I'm going to need some time alone... Matt, you gotta let me wear this home."

"No, how will you get out of it?"

"I'll come back here! I can hide it under my clothes!"

"Yeah... but..."