Aomi, can you hear me?
Aomi?
I'm trying to talk to you. You need to listen to me. Come on.
Some... things have been set in motion. I need you now. I've messed up and I need you to fix it.
Aomi come on. We're running out of time. You're going to wake up any minute now but there's so much I need to tell you.
I may not have time to go through everything but you have to remember one thing first...
AUGUST.
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AUGUST
Aomi awoke with a start, the only concrete memory of her dream quickly fading away. She rolled over on her bed, her second skin stretching tightly against her, constantly reminding her of its presence. Her blanket laid in tatters on the floor, a victim of her frustration from almost 3 months ago.
She groggily pulled open the drawer, reaching for the notebook she knew was there.
'August', she scribbled. The dreams were trying to tell her something. She did not know what. She tried so hard to understand. It was like someone was trying to reach out to her...
She flopped back on to the bed, her finger absentmindedly drawing across her belly. The suit had drawn significantly tighter since she'd first been encased within it.
She'd been trapped for 3 months now - 90 long days since she'd first found the book in a thrift shop. It was a fantasy. It was everything she'd ever wanted... or so she'd thought.
Sure, she'd always fantasized about being trapped in latex... of a seamless suit that sealed her within... but it was always just that. A fantasy. The real 'Aomi' had friends... she had a life, a job... to some extent, a family. But for the past three months, Aomi had been trapped. Trapped in this suit. Trapped at home. Encased in this prison of pleasure. This suit... She loved it... and she hated it.
It had destroyed her life.
Aomi got up. Every movement she made brought the suit to the forefront of her consciousness. Nary an hour could pass without her being reminded of its tight embrace. She crossed the room aimlessly, her thoughts focused on the tactile sensations the suit brought with it.
Her own microfiber catsuit had been sealed between the tight latex and her skin when the material coated her, and it had been trapped within ever since. Had she had a bit more foresight, she would have known to take it off before...
Aomi sighed. How could she have known? She flexed against the tightness. With each move, each twitch of her muscles, the latex rubbed against the catsuit, and the catsuit rubbed against her skin. The layering of the suits doubled the thickness of the fabric... giving it the strength to squeeze her body snugly. Yet somehow, the two suits slid across each other teasingly with every minute movement.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Since she'd been bonded, she'd studied the book that the suit came in. It was supposed to become her skin. It was supposed to adhere to her skin, to bend to her will. It wasn't supposed to tease her so. It wasn't supposed to brush against her nerves constantly. It was because of her catsuit that it never fully bonded with her... and in its efforts to do so, it never stopped shrinking, and the tickling of her nerves never ceased, since the suit couldn't bond with them. Each day the suit grew tighter, in a bid to unite with its host.
On the bright side, she no longer needed food. She no longer needed amenities. The suit provided for her, somehow. Thankfully the suit was designed to eat through metal, dissolving her crotch zip and granting it access to her nether regions. This allowed the suit to care for her bodily functions... and in the first few days, fulfill her darkest desires.
In the weeks that came, however, Aomi grew increasingly frustrated with her situation. She needed to get out. She had a life. She needed to get back to it. She needed... the spellbinder. The one that banished the suit to the book in the first place... but the mage was long gone.
Aomi raised a hand before her. She flexed her fingers and watched as the tips sharpened into long claws. The suit may not have bonded fully with her, but she still had some semblance of control over it. It took her awhile to learn, but she'd almost gotten the hang of it.
She left her bedroom; but her living room was a war zone. The learning process had been... difficult... Experimental. The suit gave her strength beyond anything she could imagine. Her claws were sharp enough to cut anything in the house except the suit.
She could now manifest them as she liked, though mastering that trick took longer than she'd anticipated. The first feature of the suit she'd found, however, was far less militaristic. The suit responded strongest to emotion and instinct. Being of a dirtier turn of mind, Aomi's first instinct, clad in skintight rubber, with no chance of escape, was one she was not quite proud of... but she was glad she discovered it early on.
Aomi exhaled sharply, the mere memory of it causing the suit to shrink tighter around her. She tried to clear her mind but her subconscious desires took hold. The suit responded in kind; the protrusion between her legs stirring to life, swelling up and vibrating within her.
It was always like this. Once she got started, it was a downward spiral. Her subconscious mind directed the suit, which fed the flames inside her. She bit her lip sharply, phantom tongues dancing across her body.
"GET A GRIP! Yoouaahhhh-oohhhhhh" Aomi screamed mentally; the room was in a surreal calm, a stark contrast to the internal conflict raging on within the girl in the center of the room. She had to maintain control... If she weren't so internally conflicted she would've laughed at the irony. She was the only one in control of the suit; the only one that was doing this to her was herself.
She forced herself to sit on the floor, cross legged, her body quivering from the intense vibrations over her clit. She sat still, willing herself to calm down. She'd spent the past month teaching herself to meditate - to clear her mind.
Aomi's brow furrowed. The suit loosened its grip on her body as she hummed to herself. She forced all other thoughts out of her mind.
"Think of nothing,"
"Gobinday Mukunday..." she chanted aloud, quickly at first. The vibrations began to subside.
"Gobinday... Mukunday..."
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Aomi stood slowly. She'd lost track of how much time she'd spent on her living room floor. Time didn't matter anymore anyway. She no longer needed to worry about meal times, and she no longer had a schedule. She slept when she was tired and studied while she was awake. She'd read the cursed book cover to cover countless times, searching for hidden meanings. She'd scoured the internet for any records of anything that could help her. She'd tried so many things, but the only leads that brought her anywhere close to her goal... of her goal to separate herself from the skin that imprisoned her, were her dreams.
In her dreams she'd seen visions... visions of a figure... a woman. She didn't know who she was. All she knew was that this woman spoke to her. She never seemed to be able to speak back, but this woman reached out to her... Was she a prophet? Aomi didn't know. The woman she saw was always the same, clad in a black suit, always typing furiously into a computer. She seemed to be writing something, but Aomi couldn't tell what. Perhaps it was prophecy?
As Aomi's thoughts wandered, she decided she had to dream again. She needed to find out what this figure wanted from her. It wasn't enough for her to simply go to sleep. Aomi chuckled at its silliness. The only way for her to dream of the woman... was for her to pass out in orgasmic bliss.
She chided herself for stopping the onslaught of the suit earlier on, feeling stupid that she was about to let herself back into that spiral of pleasure. The mere thought of it caused the suit to tighten around her. Aomi didn't panic. She let herself go into the fantasy, moaning slightly as the suit shrank ruthlessly around her. The protrusions inside her began to swell up and rub against her clit, vibrating inside of her pussy.
"Aaahhhh..."
She knew there was nothing she could do to stop it now. The suit's arousal was far too much for her to think of anything else.
"G-god..."
She let her thoughts run wild and felt the suit change, the inside of the suit writhed against her skin.
"Ooohahhh"
Thousands of newly formed little nubs pushed against her skin, vibrating against her body, sending her mind to a land of pleasure. The suit shrink tightly around her clit, teasing her slowly, rubbing against her clitoral hood.
"S-so... tight..."
She grew frustrated, but the suit was intent on prolonging its occupant's torment. Its touch was firm, yet gentle as a feather.
Aomi reached a hand down to help herself along, but her subconscious mind knew better; the suit squeezed tightly around her hands, guiding them to hug herself like a straight jacket. The latex of the suit bonded with itself, keeping her arms firmly secured and incapable of interfering.
Aomi grit her teeth in frustration, the light teasing of the suit driving her wild. She rocked her hips, but her microfiber catsuit had an exposed crotch, and the latex had shrunk tightly onto her skin, moving with her, offering no tactile response whatsoever. Her thrashing rubbed the latex and the microfiber suit across the rest of the body, however, and the sensations drove her wild.
And then, like a floodgate being opened, Aomi decided she'd had enough. All at once, the latex around her clit clamped down and vibrated intensely, the outside of the suit throbbing visibly. The protrusion inside her pumped in and out of her pussy, striking her G-spot roughly with each thrust.
Aomi called out in pleasure, her arms stretching tightly against her bonds. She writhed on the ground as she came over and over and over...
"AaaaaAAAHHH"
Pleasure arced across her bod - Aomi braced herself. She knew it was coming.
Sensing its host's climax, the suit sprang to life. Tendrils pushed against her nipples, straining against Aomi's inner suit.
"OH... AH JESUS!"
Aomi twisted across the floor in orgasmic bliss as the suit strained against her inner catsuit, trying to find ways into her body.
"I'm gonna... aaaaAAHHh... I'm... I..."
The girl's spasms grew weaker; her consciousness drifted away once again.
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Aomi, can you hear me?
Aomi?
I'm trying to talk to you. You need to listen to me. Come on.
Some... things have been set in motion. I need you now. I've messed up and I need you to fix it.
Aomi come on. We're running out of time. You're going to wake up any minute now but there's so much I need to tell you.
I may not have time to go through everything but you have to remember one thing first...
AUGUST.
You may hate your suit, but I know that deep down, you want it. That's why I gave it to you... but now I'm giving you a choice.
Back then, they called it Arcani. Today, they call it Science. The "Spellbinder" in the book lives on, but its not a person anymore. Its a machine... and only one person has access to it... and that person is in grave danger. I need you to use the suit... use it to save her... and what you do after that is your choice.
I've never broken the 4th wall before and I don't know how much more I can say without messing everything up, but I know I can tell you one thing. You need to save my girl. You need to save August.