August's consciousness returned to her slowly. Exerting a surprising amount of force, she opened her eyes... but to darkness. Without the biological need to sleep at the end of every day, August was beginning to lose track of time. How many days had it been?

She climbed out of bed, her breathing impaired by the tight fabric crushing her face. She reached behind her head for the zipper and undid it. How many layers had she put on last night? She shook her head - unable to recall.

Careful not to snag the fabric of the suits within, August slowly peeled off her outer zentai suit, which fell to a bunch on the floor. Two more quickly followed, rustling as August strode over them, now naked. Well, as naked as she could possibly be, clad in her seamless second skin.

She'd expected to feel some sort of relief from the full-body compression after shedding her outer layers, but her seven-day-suit refused to let up, slipping tightly into every crease of her body... The toy between her legs buzzed half-heartedly, proving to be more of an annoyance than anything else.

August threw herself onto her sofa, wondering what to do with herself. Most of her time this holiday was spent stocking the kitchen and figuring out what to do for food... Now that the suit had taken away that basic need, August was, for the first time in days, bored.

The toy within her continued to vibrate lightly - but after four days of fun, the girl'd built up a slight tolerance to its physical cries for attention.

Then again... August began to wonder - She couldn't quite remember the last time the toy was dormant. It picked up every now and then, randomly, but she could have sworn the toy used to have some down time.

Feeling a familiar tingle in her belly, August rocked her hips back, pressing her clit against the toy.

C'mon...

August held her hands behind her back, imagining they were tied up. She grunted in frustration as she flexed her shoulders, pulling the suit high between her legs...

...but it just wasn't quite enough.

August slumped back in her armchair, the cushions deflating beneath her.

Nope... just not into it today.

She sighed. The toy continued to roll lightly, proving to be more annoying than sensual... August glanced over at the suits she'd just taken off. Somewhere in that bundle was another vibrator, trapped between the layers.

...maybe she overdid it last night, just maybe.

She had to get her mind off it for a bit. She just wasn't quite sure what to do.

Reaching out for her phone on her coffee table, August attempted to browse Reddit. She pulled up the app and tried to browse, but her gloved hands turned that into a frustrating ordeal... so she just sat there and stared at her front page.

She licked her teeth gingerly, wondering what to do next. She willed herself to come up with something fast, because she could feel them sneaking in. Sinister thoughts were creeping in to her melon heart... thoughts that she refused to entertain... but with nothing else to occupy her mind, those thoughts began to force themselves into her consciousness.

The fight was over before it ever really started. Sure, the suit may take away her need to eat... but no one has to be hungry to crave Ice Cream...

August opened her mouth, stretching the fabric across her face. Raising a gloved hand, finger pointed at her face, she lazily poked the fabric between her jaws a few times.

I wonder if I can push ice cream through this...

Not lacking energy, August bounced off the armchair, its foam cushions slowly inflating back to its normal size. She half-jogged to her kitchen and opened the freezer, pulling out a tub of Strawberry Haagen Dazs.

Her face twisted into one of uncertainty; she'd probably just end up dirtying the suit.

...but ice cream.

Besides, August reasoned, if the suit gets dirty you can just take a shower later... a hot shower.

As strange voices in her head began chanting "Ice Cream... Ice Cream... Ice Cream...", August dug a spoon into the tub, bringing a small glob of delicious frozen tastiness to her mouth. She stretched the fabric as far as she could with her jaw, imagining the space between the fibers being stretched out.

Spaces that would soon be filled with tasty ice cream!

Her jaw twitched with anticipation... she could feel the cool air of the ice cream carried to her face by a wayward breeze.

She brought the spoon to her mouth and...

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August stood in the shower, disappointed and slightly ashamed of herself. Her whole body was clad in black as usual, except for a dripping glob of pink cream where her mouth should be. Perhaps if it weren't there, you'd just be able to make out her childish pout through the fabric.

She wasn't quite in the mood for a proper hot shower... and so she stood there, defeated, under the warm-ish water, imagining the buckets of ice cream she was going to devour once this was all over...