August smiled, but she was nervous too. It had been a while since her experience with the leotard. Matt had wanted for August to test the material again, for a longer period of time, so as to confirm their suspicions. He'd suggested a simple pair of triangle panties. But August had other ideas. Besides, a pair of triangle panties would just keep her away from her... hobbies for the duration of the experiment.

Now that August had a three month lull period in her school's schedule, she decided the give Matt one week of the twelve. And they were going to do it her way.

"I'm sure, Matt. Besides," August's voice caught in her dry throat. "It's win-win, right?" She forced a smile.

It's not that she wasn't happy. She was just... a little bit scared. She'd fantasized about this for so long, but now that it was actually happening, she was very nervous.

"I'm fine!"

She wasn't.

Rinoa smiled mischeviously. "She'll be fine, Matt. Besides, this way she'll get a taste of what I went through that time at her place."

August chuckled, then declared with the last bit of confidence she could muster, "Shall we do this?"

Matt unzipped his backpack and pulled out a black bundle of cloth.

August's stomach did a somersault when she saw it. It was actually happening. She'd tried it before but she'd always been defeated by her bladder. This time... She was going to wear a Zentai Suit for Seven Days. And nothing was going to make her need to take it off. Nothing was going to be able to help her take it off. Nothing but Matt, who unraveled the cloth before her.

He laid out the suit on the table and turned it over.

"I already made an opening in the back, I just wasn't sure if it was big enough?"

August swallowed. "It.. should be fine."

"August, you don't have to do this."

August forced a smile. "I'm fine, just... a bit nervous."

It was harder to admit than she'd thought, but it was true.

Rinoa held her hand. "It's fine, Matt can get you out at any time."

August smirked a little, "Actually..."

"...Actually, August's bought us a trip to see Paris, one week." Matt finished.

Rinoa moved to protest, but August cut her off; "You and I both know it wouldn't be the same if I knew Matt was easily available. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? If it doesn't work I'll just end up wetting the suit for a few days. You never know, someone might discover a fetish for it."

Matt looked away as August turned to face him. Her little joke gave her a tiny boost of confidence, enough to grab the suit that lay before her and bounce off to the toilet.

Rinoa knocked on the door of the toilet soon after. August let her in.

"I was going to be a little bitch and slip this in as Matt closed the suit, but given the circumstances, I think it should be up to you."

Rinoa handed August a little piece of hard rubber... It was the toy.

"And... if you do, I don't think Matt would let you do it if he knew." Rinoa winked. With that, she left the room.

As August took the toy in hand, the butterflies in her stomach slowly fluttered further south. She laid the toy aside and turned her attention to herself.

She stripped off her blouse and jeans quickly, revealing a simple microfiber catsuit underneath. But even that had to go, and before long, August stood naked in the room. She'd shaved her body hair the night before, and apart from the bright red flames that sprouted from her head, August was completely hairless. She sat on the toilet seat, wincing at the frigid cold of the plastic seat. This was it.

The suit was tighter than she'd expected, but nothing she couldn't handle. She slid her legs into their respective slots, feeling her toes end in tight black socks with padded feet. August chuckled, amused at the irony. Matt, probably under duress from Rinoa, had fashioned the suit exactly as the one she'd given Rinoa, right down to the forced invisible heel.

August guided the suit up her legs, feeling the liquid ebony coat her body. She felt for the rubberized crotch that she knew was there. With a tug, she pulled the suit up like a pair of pants, pressing the crotch against her own. As expected, as soon as she let go, the legs of the suit, clinging tightly to her own, pulled the crotch down and away from her soaking pussy.

But, unlike Rinoa, August was a pro. Sitting on the seat again, August tugged a the suit, pulling it tight against her feet, pulling the material tighter up around her legs. As she stood up, she felt the material pull against her skin, trying to relieve itself of its stretch. But... it stuck fast. With a bit of a wiggle, August pulled the suit up around her hips, feeling the rubber pad nestle snugly against her crotch. There was no excess fabric to spare.

August slipped her arms into the suit's, feeling her hands pop into the collars of the built-in gloves. With a bit of pained shrugging, August succeeded in getting the suit over her shoulders. As she stood up, she felt the suit shift and settle around her body. She felt the pad push into her crotch, but it didn't shock her like it did Rinoa. She was quite used to the pad's design by now. She reached to align the nipple pads, only to find that they already were in their rightful place.

August looked at the sink, towards her toy.

Holding it in her hands, she briefly considered that maybe... just maybe it wasn't a good idea to put it in to the suit.

"Hah, don't be ridiculous." She muttered under her breath. She guided the toy into the slit between her shoulder blades, carefully pushing it down to just under her navel. She considered taking off the top half of the suit to align it properly, but felt the suit flex tightly against her arms and decided it was probably easier this way. She slowly rotated the toy the right way and, tugging at the crotch of the suit, guided it home with a soft moan. She eased the crotch of the suit over the toy, applying a little pressure as she did so. She felt a small click as the pad connected with the toy, acting as a receiver for her remote at home. With purpose, August disconnected the toy, then reconnected it again. She felt a friendly buzz inside her. Just a confirmation that the toy would no longer be acting as a remote vibe. Instead, it had been switched to a different program: Random. She felt the tiny deadbolt stir in the pad and she knew that the toy was locked on. There was only one way to turn it off. A small remote in August's purse.

She took the remote into her hand and gathered herself.

"Do you like the... modifications I requested?" Rinoa chirped.

"Just wait till you get back from Paris." August smiled at her.

Matt lifted Rinoa off his lap. As he did so, neither of them noticed when August slipped a gloved hand into Rinoa's bag, ensuring that the remote would be flying with them to Paris.

"Alright, c'mon dear, lemme close the suit."

Close the suit. The words rang in August's head. Her eyes fluttered as the toy stirred within her briefly. She sat on the table in front of Matt.

"Rinoa, could you help me with my hair?"

"Sure!"

August lifted the hood, pausing momentarily before she brought it to her face. She looked up at the world with her naked eyes one last time, then ducked her face into the black cloth.

As she pulled the hood tight over her head, She felt the suit tighten. She almost panicked, until she felt Rinoa's hands at the back of her head, pulling the fabric over her flaming red hair.

August opened her eyes. The world was... cloudy. The material obscured her vision slightly, but she could still see enough. Probably wouldn't be doing much driving though.

"Last chance to back out, August." Matt asked, clicking his needles together.

August took a deep breath.

"Lets do it."

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August stood and stretched her body, feeling the suit pull against her in every direction. She ran her hands over her new skin, her seamless new skin. She traced the fabric in long loopy lines around her body, marvelling at the complete lack of seams... and the complete lack of an opening. Woven closed now, August was sealed... every inch of her body was sealed tight, in the most perfect, most seamless, softest and smoothest zentai suit in the world. The suit was simply... the perfect suit.

"Matt handed her a stack of cards. "You should have these handy. I told the local authorities you're doing some arty shit so this card will identify you and prevent you from getting arrested. Besides, you probably didn't see it, but there's a little symbol on the sole of your foot that I've added in. Think of it as your fingerprint for the next seven days."

"I'm sorry I can't send you guys off at the airport tonight." August began.

"Don't worry, you have your fun, we'll have ours." Matt smiled.

Rinoa came out of the toilet with August's catsuit. "I'll be taking this with us, if you don't mind." She giggled.

August briefly considered putting on her hoodie to head home, then thought better of it.

"Can I leave my things here?"

Matt smiled, "Sure, here's the key. Please don't make any mess at all."

Matt gave her a hug. "We've gotta go. You have fun. We'll see you in seven days!"

Matt released August into Rinoa's waiting arms. She squeezed August tightly.

August gasped loudly as Rinoa suddenly grabbed at her crotch, feeling for what the girl now knew was there.

"You naughty girl." Rinoa whispered, smiling.

"Next week its your turn." August breathed sultrily. Rinoa could have sworn she'd just had a tiny orgasm.

The duo made their departure as August waved weakly, distracted by the rocking of the toy inside her... by the shrinking of the suit around her hot pussy.

As soon as they were through the door, August fell to her knees, grabbing at her crotch. She moaned as quietly as she could as the toy rocked her into submission. She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily through them as her body shook... The first orgasm... of many more to come.