Not that anyone cared. People went about their lives, walking up and down the sidewalk, smoking by the street, doing chores... and then there was August. See August was very aware that today was a warmer day than others. She let out a shuddering breath. She was not doing any chores, or buying any groceries. No, August was just on her way home. She let out another shuddering breath. But that wasn't really what she was thinking about right now.
August kept replaying the day she bought her hoodie in her head, when she decided to pay a little more for one that could trap a little more heat for Canada's frigid nights. Now however, she could feel the heat it trapped, and so could the leotard she was wearing. With each step, each breath, she felt the leotard shrink a little bit more, a little bit tighter, a little bit deeper...
As soon as she got home, August stripped out of her street clothes. She threw on the air conditioner instinctively and felt a breeze of disappointment as the cool air swirled around her body. As soon as the suit cooled, it began to relax its grip on August. Not that it was 'loose', by any normal standards... actually even in its relaxed state, it was probably tighter than most leotards you could buy.
August briefly considered switching the air conditioning back off, but decided she was going to make this last. It wasn't all that fun to give up the game as soon as she was home. She decided she was going to hold off her orgasm as long as she could. Her pussy ached from the arousal, but she knew it would be worth it in the end.
Clad only in the leotard, August went about her day, Not that she had much to do... She had a paper due soon, and she tried working on that... something about Film Noir and Femme Fatales... but all she could think of was the soft, tight and clingy fabric lightly rubbing against her naked clitoris.
And so she decided she needed to do something that didn't need her to think so much. And if she didn't need to think so much, then she could afford to distract herself a little bit more. She grabbed a toy not unlike the one she had sneakily slipped into Rinoa's suit.
August loved the feminine form, and all her toys reflected this. None of them disturbed a lady's silhouette, which also meant that they were able to be hidden under any type of clothing, no matter how... tight. This was no different. August pulled at the leg of the suit, feeling the soft fabric reluctantly pull off of her sensitive parts. She pulled the fabric aside, feeling a cool breeze against her wet pussy. She guided the toy into place. It was something like a ribbed dildo... custom made by the lamination machine. It filled August perfectly, with just a little extra protrusion here and there, added through trial and error, so that the toy would always rub her just the right way. The dildo's base opened out, molded around her lips, but more importantly, fitting nicely over her clit. The rubber that came in contact with her pleasure button was made slightly rougher, and it gripped her clitoral hood perfectly. Every little move she made slid her hood over her clit a little bit here or there. Not quite enough to throw her over, but enough to make her want to jump over herself.
The girl wasn't really into buttplay, but she wanted to be as fully filled as she possibly could. The toy didn't just satisfy her from the front. The base reached out behind her as well, attaching to a simple butt plug. With a little push, the toy was in place, and her sphincter closed around a small recession, holding it firmly inside her. The rubber between her legs flattened her crotch a little, forming a perfect triangular gap between her legs. As she eased the leotard back over the crotch, she moaned as it forced the toy tighter against her. She closed her eyes and curled her toes slightly as she felt the toy push on her clitoral hood, feeling a little bit of the rough edge rub directly over her clit.
August switched off the air conditioning and grabbed a broom. This suit wasn't quite tight enough yet, but a bit of manual labor would definitely warm her up.
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August awoke on her room's floor. She was soaking in her own sweat. Her blanket was loosely covering her body. She moved to sit up and felt some resistance. straining slightly, she stretched, and then she gasped as she felt something press tight against her clit and stir deep within her. And then August remembered everything. She threw the blanket off. She was still in the suit... and the toy was still in her. The suit had shrunk considerably. It had even managed to slip into her navel slightly. But that wasn't what August was paying attention to.
Her body tingled with the electricity of the previous night's... activities. She decided she needed a break. She grabbed at the leg of the suit to get at the toy. She lifted the leg slightly, but couldn't quite slip it over her crotch. She pulled tighter, grabbing at the toy with her off hand. But the suit was simply too tight. August tugged at the toy and felt the thing stir inside her, awakening feelings that explained the afterglow she was going through right now. She pulled at the leg of the suit and tugged at the toy, but it wouldn't give.
Like it or not, she was stuck... and it was stuck inside her. August's stomach fluttered. She pulled at the neck of the suit, but it wouldn't give. She pulled at the suit frantically, knowing that there was no way out. She ran her hands across her body slowly, in mock desperation; "I... I can't... find the seams..." She screamed in her head. It came out of her mouth in more of a sultry whisper.
"There are no seams," August breathed.
"There are no zippers..."
"The neck is too tight... I... I can't... pull it over my shoulders..."
"ohhhmmmmmyyy" August halfheartedly tugged at the rubber panel over her crotch through the suit, sending movement deep into her body.
"The toy... I can't get it out." She moaned.
She pulled at the suit, feeling it stretch tight against her body, not letting go.
"Its... so... tight..." August closed her eyes.
"It's so tight... down there..." She clenched her pussy, clamping down on the toy. feeling the microfiber of the suit digging deep between her legs.
"This suit... feels... so good."
And then August found what she was looking for. Her finger over the base of the toy, she pressed hard and the hidden button clicked into its on position.
August's eyes rolled in their sockets as the toy came to life inside her. Rather than a constant buzz, the toy rocked rhythmically... and hard.
With each... thrust, the toy rocked over her clitoris, pushing her hood open and closed, gliding across her clitoris. The toy's shaft pushed against her g-spot, sliding around inside her naturally lubricated slit.
In her mind, she was screaming, but as August opened her mouth, and her head threw backwards... as her toes curled, and her spine arched... there was no sound.
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When August awoke again, it was darker than she remembered. She sat up and felt the familiar pull of the leotard, reminding her that she was still wearing the suit. She felt the something else pull somewhere else, reminding her that the toy was still inside her.
The suit was looser than when she woke up the first time. It seems she had the good sense to turn on the air-conditioner somewhere between a mind-numbing orgasm and the slumber of a truly drained 22-year-old red-haired girl.
"Shit!" August muttered aloud. She had gotten a glimpse of the clock on her wall.
She pulled at the suit's leg, loose now, and eased the toy out. She threw it into a bowl in her attached bathroom and poured in a clear liquid that silently began disinfecting it.
She checked her phone and found at least a dozen missed calls from Matt.
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Matt let out a sigh of relief when he received August's message. He'd been in the lab since the afternoon; he'd had to cancel dinner plans with Rinoa... again. Granted, the last time wasn't really his fault. Nor was it he who had to cancel. But that's another story. Besides, it was only just for a while. At least Rinoa would understand his reasons for ditching.
As he reduced the temperature on the lab's air conditioning, he briefly considered inviting Rinoa to join him.
"One girl obsessed with this is more than enough to handle." Matt thought aloud to no one in particular.
"Hey, I heard that." August mocked.
"Hey, I... uh..." Matt turned around; August was wearing nothing but the leotard and a trenchcoat. "...I uh..."
"Matt, use your words..."
"I uh... didn't hear you come in."
August smiled. "It's freezing in here, what gives?"
"Easier for me to undo the suit's weave when it's loose. Did you uh... plan on going home naked?"
"Clothes are in the bag, idiot." August's face softened. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Matt. It was really great."
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know what you did in that suit... But... I'll probably find out from Rinoa soon enough... even so, I have you to thank for her too, so... yeah."
"Hehe, you're funny. Okay, get me out of this thing. I need to pee."
"Right. Sure. Uh... Turn around." Matt reached for his needles.
August turned around slowly, but her face twisted into one of bewilderment.
"Actually Matt, I don't... I don't actually need... to pee..."
"Uhh, okay, good for you?" Matt began undoing the suit from the neck.
"That's actually really weird... hm... How many hours has it been?"
Matt stopped working and reached for his phone.
"Well, I called Rinoa after you left, and that was at... um... a bit past one."
"Huh. Matt... It's been more than 36 hours."
"You didn't wet yourself, did you?"
"Matt!"
"Sorry! I just... uh... first thing that came in to my head."
August smirked, "Is it a fetish?"
"No!" Matt said quickly. "No... not a fetish. Just... August, that's not the point. Did you go before I sewed you in?"
"Well actually, no. The last time was..." August chuckled. "I can't believe I'm sharing my toilet schedule with my best friend's boyfriend... Well, the last time was the night before we met actually. Come to think of it, I actually kinda wanted to go before I put the suit on, but I didn't... huh... not my brightest moment."
"I wonder..." Matt turned August around and resumed his work. "Maybe it's the suit?"
"The suit...? Matt... Don't... don't be ridiculous..." August scoffed, but deep down, some part of her was wishing, hoping it was true.
"I'll have to look into it. You can change in the toilet back there."
August shook herself out of her fantasy and headed for the toilet, the cold air sending shivers down her exposed spine. "Thanks, Matt. And yeah... you should probably look into it."
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It caught August by surprise when she reached her front door. She was thinking about what Matt said. She'd spent so much time in lamination, in all the suits with all the bells and whistles, but she'd always had to cut short her fun because of her most basic needs. And now this... What if it was what they both suspected?
August stepped into her bathroom, now needing it for real. As she relieved herself, she caught a glimpse of the toy in the bowl of disinfectant. Except something was wrong. The disinfectant was clear as glass. She put her hand into the bowl and the liquid instantly turned cloudy, reacting with the bacteria on her fingers and killing 99.9% of germs. She fished the toy out.
She emptied the bowl and bathed the toy in another round of disinfectant. Now tainted by the 0.1% of microbes left on her hands, the liquid turned cloudy almost immediately upon contact with the toy.
How was it possible that the toy was completely clean before? It had spent so much time inside her... under... the suit...
August reached for her phone. With haste, she brought up her contact's list and tapped on Matt's face.
She stopped herself before hitting call.
"This... is going to be an awkward conversation to have."
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"Hello? August? Your timing is perfect. I was just looking through the formu... well, recipe... for the suit's fibers. I think your iron bladder may have something to do with it."
"It has everything to do with it. You're not going to believe what I just found out."