Her jacket was off literally immediately, and her blouse and skirt flew across the living room. Four steps into the house and the girl that walked in had transformed into a beauty clad in black, sashaying across the carpeted floor in her stockinged feet.
She wanted to get out of the suit. She'd never wanted that, but the prospect of the new one was so much more enticing. She pulled the latex suit out and unraveled it.
It was latex, alright. It had princess-cut seams, it was gray down the middle, with a few secondary panels in black and white, and a few more accents of red. Drea turned it around - there was a zipper train that ran down the back of the suit, down under the crotch, and back up, ending just above where a girl's clit should be... except it wasn't really a zipper train.
Drea took a closer look - there was no zip. The opening in the back was smooth. But it wasn't flat latex either. The ridges of the opening were molded. One edge had a groove running down the seam, and the other had a thin protrusion that snaked its entire ridge...
...it was like a ziplock fastener.
"Well. That's interesting as fuck," Drea muttered.
The "zip" ended in a small round... thing. It was like a small disc, or button, but it couldn't be depressed. Just under it was a small tear-drop shaped tab. It was attached to the latex and seemed to have something to do with the fastening of the suit. There were a few more on the suit's shoulders, ankles, and around its neckline... it gave the suit a very sci-fi vibe. On the back of the neck was a small tab that was split down the middle, with an internal clasp, allowing it to be snapped together, leaving a small teardrop-shaped hole in the middle. A small button on the device released the clasp, allowing it to come apart again.
That was enough. Drea was gushing and she could smell herself through her suit.
She tugged at her suit's neckline, struggling to get it back down across her shoulders - it was always a difficult task, but the fight was always a source of intense arousal. She slipped her fingers under the seam of the fabric and gathered the cloth around her neck. She pulled firmly, knowing that she hadn't the strength to properly tear the suit (she'd tried... the first time wasn't so much a turn on as it was a panic attack). She drew the tight cloth down her collar, her breath shortening against the suit's reluctance to release her from its sensual embrace.
Forcing her shoulders tightly together, Drea pulled the suit down once more, feeling the neckline reluctantly stretch past her left arm. She peeled the suit off her skin, releasing her breasts and arms from the black microfiber.
She continued to unwrap her body, shivering against the cool air blowing across her wet privates. The wind carried her musk around the room, and something about the smell - something about it reminded her just how horny she was... something about it fed the flames.
The microfiber suit landed in a unkempt pile somewhere nearby - Drea paid it no heed. Latex suit draped over her arm and plastic bag full of lube in hand, she strode quickly to her bathroom.
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The bathroom was significantly warmer than the rest of the house, of that, Drea was thankful. She stepped into her bathtub, and draped the suit over its lip. She pulled out a bottle of lube and unscrewed the bottle's pump - that would get her nowhere fast.
She turned the bottle of lube upside down over her open palm and began rubbing the cold, transparent liquid across her body. Her nipples hardened instantly - the sensation was strange and novel... and she loved it. Bottle in hand, she turned it upside down once again, this time directly over her body. Drea trembled against the strange sensation of lube flowing across her skin, savoring it until she was sure the bottle was empty.
She ran her hands across her body, spreading a generous thickness of lube across her body. She willed herself not to have too much fun, lest she give away the game before she even got into the suit.
Once she was sufficiently shiny and slippery, she opened the suit up in front of her. Sitting on the bathtub's lip, she stuck a foot into the latex.
"Oh my god..."
Drea's mind melted. The sensation of airtight latex sliding across her lubricated skin made her microfiber suit feel like pajamas. She had to have more. She pulled her leg out of the suit and held it open. She opened another bottle of lube and emptied its contents into the suit, making sure to get them into each finger of the glove, each sock, and all across the torso.
She held the suit up. It felt heavier now, but the lube was completely contained. Drea's heart was racing. She was going to be inside that... with all that...
She shuddered.
She rolled up the suit's legs as best she could without spilling the lube within and stuck her legs in. She unrolled the latex across her legs, marvelling at how perfectly it coated her - there were no air pockets trapped within. She could feel her pussy throb between her legs as the latex continued its slow, steady climb to meet it...
...only to squeeze her tightly around her pussy; the open zip leaving a gap where delicious tactile contact should have been. But there'd be time for that later. Drea sat down, smoothing the lubricant inside the suit's legs - she didn't have to do much. The latex was tight enough for the lubricant to arrange itself into a uniform layer across her skin: path of least resistance. She pushed her arms into the gloves of the suit, her eyes closed against the sensation of latex 'floating' across her body. It was such a contridiction - it was so restrictive, yet so free.
With the back open, the option of having the suit's neckline "slip" onto her collar was non-existent. Instead, Drea gathered a handful of lube that had escaped and slathered it across her breasts and belly, pulling the latex up and holding it against her neck. She guided the suit's edge behind her, manually pulling it tight around her torso.
Drea stopped.
She had to take a breather. She was so excited she was going to hyperventilate. The suit was so tight around her body, but it was not done. It was still open and the feeling was broken. She had to close the suit. She stood, realizing that the latex stockings offered her feet some grip against the bathtub's surface, despite the lube between her feet and the suit. She winced against the latex seam biting against her skin, its edge pulling tightly into the side of her crotch. She noticed for the first time a small conical nub that pressed against her navel. It was such a strange feeling, to have something snuggle up inside that part of your body.
"Well then."
Drea reached for the zip's tab, guiding the teardrop shape down between her legs. She shuddered as the cold, rigid material slid against her clit, then found herself rocking her hips against the latex tightening around her pussy. Her fingers slipped a few times, but she successfully led the tab between her butt cheeks and up to the back of her waist. She felt the latex settle, pulling tightly into the crack of her ass of its own accord. She reached behind awkwardly and pulled the shape up her back, moaning softly as the latex creaked tighter and tighter around her torso.
The suit's princess cut lifted yet somehow massaged her breasts, which were starting to feel quite compressed between the latex and her ribcage. She'd expected pain but it was a very sensual experience. Once the tab was past her shoulder blades, she knew the most difficult part of the journey had passed. She reached over her shoulder and guided the tab up between the split tab. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, hesitating momentarily. She could feel her heart catch in her chest. It came with a pleasurable combination of panic, excitement and arousal boiling violently in the back of her brain. She knew that it was so fucking easy to get trapped in this suit, and that this could be the very last thing she did before-
*click*
The chemical cocktail in the back of her head boiled over, its pleasurable tingle flooding across Drea's body. She let out a passionate gasp. The consequence of her action reverberated against her body, the sensation flooding out from the tiny tab on the back of her neck that now firmly secured the zip's tab. Drea reached an arm out behind her, digging her fingers into the suit's now hermetically-sealed opening. It was such an arousing sensation - there were no cumbersome metal teeth lining her spine, no cold metal that allowed air and liquid to seep in or out. Instead the only thing she could feel was a small crease along her back. A crease that was held together so tightly that no amount of struggling could separate them. It was made of the same latex as the suit and so stretched and moved with it. The suit simply felt zipless.
Drea came to the realization that all the lube in the suit was now locked inside with her and she got up out of the bathtub. She crawled across the bathroom floor, refusing to trust herself to stand and walk, until she was on the soft carpet of her living room.
"This... t-this feels amazing..."
She ran her gloved hands across her body, her mind was incapable of rational thought. It was such a contradiction. The latex seemed to dull her sense of touch, yet somehow rubbing her rubber-coated hands against her latex-lined body seemed to be several times more intense. The latex stuck to her skin, yet the lube was so slippery - every contradiction seemed to spark a tiny explosion of pleasure in Drea's brain. The concept of time quickly faded away and she existed only in the present.
The pressure of the suit against her crotch was constant, it was an inescapable stimulation pressed tight against her. She rocked her hips this way and that, but nothing she did could relieve the pressure. She arched her back and moaned in tune with the creaking of the suit's latex. She could feel the nub in her navel press against her, and then-
*click*
...and then it was a button.
The suit seemed to stir to life, the disc above Drea's clit began to whir, its internal mechanism seemingly spinning. The discs around the rest of the suit quickly followed.
"Oh... Ooohhhh... Ohhh my god..."
The latex began to shrink around Drea, its loving embrace growing tighter and tighter around her body. It was no illusion or trick of the mind - it was fast enough for her to be sure that this was indeed her reality. She wrapped her arms around herself, relishing the sensuality of rubber creaking against itself and of its own accord.
"Haaa... haa... haaaaa..."
The disc's oscillations created weak vibrations against Drea's clit, which quickly dominated her conscious self. She instinctively turned her head to the source of the pleasure, watching as the crease of the latex slowly ironed out, disappearing and being replaced by flat, seamless latex.
Drea's eyes widened, panic flooded her as she watched the suit's only opening slowly disappear. It had started from somewhere inside the disc and was moving slowly across the train.
"n-no...'
Her hands scrambled to the back of her neck, searching desperately for the button that she knew must be there. Her fingers squeaked against the latex turtleneck, struggling to get some sort of grip on the tab.
She could feel the seam of the suit closing from the inside, the slight cleft that pressed into her skin slowly ironing out and becoming smooth. She could feel it as it closed over her clit, shrinking tightly against her clitoral hood as it did so.
"Unhhhh...."
The zipper train continued to disappear over her pussy, and as soon as it did, the latex within stirred to life, a foreign thing growing outward of it. Drea could feel it pushing her lips apart, and clenched her pelvic floor, refusing to give in. But the girl had damned herself. The suit was too well lubricated and the fight was over before it even began. She moaned loudly as the suit penetrated her, it's inbuilt dildo steadily growing in length and girth.
As the zipper disappeared between her cheeks, the same thing happened, but Drea no longer had the mental capacity to resist it, giving into the suit and allowing it to utterly and completely violate her. It was no longer an outfit or piece of clothing... it had connected with her on a much deeper level, emotionally, physically...
Then the suit's toys began to vibrate. The girl's head tilted upwards, her mouth agape. She sat in a kneel, knees apart, hands gripping fruitlessly at her crotch. She'd lost track of where the zipper had gone. Her mind struggled to come to terms with the contradictions of sensations she felt while her body was rocking rhythmically in pleasure.
"n-no... no."
Drea forced herself to regain some semblance of control over her body. She had to get out. She fought against the suit's pleasure, willing herself to undo the changes... there had to be some way... She could feel the cleft of the zipper fade into smooth latex across the base of her spine. She didn't have much time. She sucked her torso in, tugging at the latex around her navel. She could feel the button pushed tightly against her. She could feel the button rise a little each time, almost as if it could be 'unpressed'. But the suit was simply too tight. It had shrunk too much in the last... who knows how long it's been.
There was one more opening.
Drea grabbed at the suit's neckline, forcing her fingers to slip between the latex and her skin. She could feel the latex peel off her collar bone slightly, and she knew that she'd gotten enough fabric.
"Aaahhhhhnnn..."
A wave of pleasure caught Drea by surprise - it had been building but she'd chosen to ignore it. It was like a floodgate had burst open between her legs. Drea felt the latex slip out of her grasp as her muscles spasmed in powerful climax, her pelvic floor clenching rhythmically inside and around the suit, each squeeze serving another course of pleasure across each cell in her body. Drea screamed in pleasure, but no sound came out. She could hear a faint whistling noise, a barely audible gust of air escaping her throat... the climax was too intense, her body tensely locked in orgasmic bliss...
"...ha... unh... unh.. haa... haaa... haaaaa...."
And then it began to subside, returning Drea her voice. Clarity finally came. Drea wasted no time. She didn't even know how far the zipper had gone. She reached for the neckline and pulled immediately. The latex reluctantly stretched off of her skin, releasing her shoulders from its embrace. She could still feel the suit shrinking steadily around her... she could feel the arousal creeping back into her mind. She knew another orgasm was just past the bend...
"no."
Drea stuffed her gloved hand down the suit's taut neckline around her shoulders, pushing between her breasts and down to her navel. She pushed out awkwardly, feeling the button 'unpress' itself.
Almost instantly, the suit began to loosen its grip around the girl's body, and she could feel the cleft reappear against her back. The vibrations ceased as the suit's protrusions shrank and slowly disappeared. In seconds, the suit had reverted back to its original state.
Drea reached behind her neck and found the tab, realizing that the button was always easy to find - it had just disappeared earlier. She depressed the button, releasing the clasp and freeing the zipper tab. She undid the zipper all the way, ignoring the lube spilling out of the suit and onto her carpet.
She was tired. Her mind buzzed with the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her life. Her breaths were deep and hungry for oxygen. Her whole body tingled with hypersensitivity. Every little touch felt like it would send her off into another orgasm. Drea let her body fall onto its side, curling her legs up into a fetal position. She could feel consciousness begin to slip from her lubed grasp.
Drea had had enough.