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YppleJax said the following:
meta: -content redacted-
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I glance around again, in some forlorn hope that someone has *snuck* another zipper tab onto the plate, because all the other explanations for what just happened seem even less plausible. Magic? Sci-fi technology? I'm dreaming?
But it seems clear what to try, since she was grabbing at the back of her neck before. I'll try putting the new tab against the suit at the back of her neck, and if it doesn't vanish like the first one, try to pull it down.
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Placing the knife down on the floor, Plum re-approached the girl.
Guiding the girl on to her knees, she turned the zipper tab around in her hand, still skeptical at what she'd seen. The girl's breathing seemed to grow quicker, despite the vibrations from moving about having died down.
Imagining in her head how silly she must look, Plum pushed the zipper tab tentatively against the back of the girl's neck.
Nothing seemed to happen. There was no resounding 'click', no magical beam of light or rematerialization of an ethereal zipper... but there was no buzzing either. The girl sat patiently, her breathing quick and short.
Plum pulled her hand back, expecting the zipper tab to follow her, but it stuck. It slipped out of her hand. now hanging off the back of the girl's neck.
A strange chibi in a wizards hat appeared in Plum's subconscious mind, waving jazz hands and creating rainbow words that said "MAGIC!" above its head. Plum dismissed him, focusing instead on reality.
No longer sure what to expect, she closed her thumb and forefinger around the tab of the zipper and pulled down.
Her heart began to beat faster and faster as the zipper began to "unzip" the suit, a slit appearing where there wasn't one before. Beneath the black material was pale, naked, human skin. A lock of red hair was pressed up against the girl inside the suit, drenched in sweat and some other slippery liquid.
Plum continued to unzip the suit, freeing the girl trapped within. She pulled at the zipper down until it ended halfway down the girl's back. Almost immediately, the zipper tab melted into the suit once more, disappearing completely.
The girl's breathing was quick now and it was clear something was getting her worked up. Plum stood back as the girl reached for the hood of the suit, digging her fingers into the back of her head. She watched as the girl pulled the latex apart, two halves separating like slices of pizza, leaving behind rubbery black tendrils that refused to allow her actions.
With a sharp tug, the suit's 'helmet' split in the back and the girl's head emerged, her grunting and heaving suddenly audible outside of the tight suit. She turned to Plum, her eyes conveying not gratitude, but sorrow... almost apologetic.
Both girls shared a moment of hesitation before the now free redhead hastily stood and pulled herself out of the suit, mumbling something Plum couldn't quite make out.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Go closer, offer to help.
2: Go closer, listen in.
3: Keep observing in silence.
4: Leave her, explore the mansion.
5: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
She's not acting like someone just freed from imprisonment, unless she's been here long enough to go Stockholm or something? They say solitary confinement is really bad for people mentally...offering to help her leave this place might provoke a bad reaction.
Newly wary, I'll just get close enough to try to hear what she's saying (2).
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum inched closer, completely unsure what to expect. She could feel her hands tremble along with the rushed beating of her heart. Something was... strange.
"...so sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm so..."
Plum circled around slowly. The girl's face sparkled in the light, a mix of tears and sweat seeming to glue stray locks of hair to her face.
"...sorry, sorry..."
The girl went on, but Plum was no longer listening. She cast her eyes to the skin that was quickly being shed by the girl. It was hard not to notice, once the front had flopped down in front of her now naked breasts.
The inside of the suit was... red. Not an artificial, bright red, but the red of... well the closest thing Plum could think of was the inside of her mouth. Plum's stomach seemed to be replaced with a black hole - the suit was... writhing.
Plum was transfixed as the girl peeled the suit off of her skin, the red gum-like surface gripping her and refusing to come away easily, tendrils seeming to pull away from her with the consistency of stretchy cheese.
The girl was bawling now, her apologies repeated ad nauseum, raising in volume and urgency to mirror her struggles.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Help her.
2: Run.
3: Say Something.
4: Something Else?
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YppleJax said the following:
The inside of the suit is creeping me out something fierce, but I really want to help...I'll try to assist her in pulling it off without touching the inside. As I do, I'll talk to her softly: "I'm Plum...can you tell me what happened to you? What are you sorry for?"
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum could feel her stomach churn as she approached. "I'm Plum..."
The girl paid her no heed, focusing on getting out of the suit that cladded her. Her arms came free with a squelchy pop and she was now only dressed from the navel down.
Plum was close. Too close. Something inside her urged her to step away. Something else said it was too late... and yet another part of her wanted her to go closer.
"Can you tell me what happened to you? What are you apologizing for?"
The girl seemed to slow down. She looked up at Plum and hesitated. An eternity seemed to pass before the girl opened her mouth, seemingly to speak, only to break down into tears and continue doffing the suit.
"I'm so sorry... it's the only way..."
Plum stepped closer, deciding to attempt to communicate with the girl through actions rather than words. She grabbed at a patch of black fabric around the girl's waist and gathered it, peeling it off of her as best as she could.
She meant well, but the position was awkward and it was difficult for her to get very far. The girl slipped her thumbs under the inside of the suit and pulled downward as Plum watched uncomfortably. Reaching her hips, the girl seemed to hesitate briefly. With a deep breath, she released her pelvis from the suit's grip.
With a thick squelch, Plum watched agape as a large bundle of tentacles seemingly poured out from between the girl's legs, releasing her from its torment. Almost immediately, they shrank back into the suit. Plum's attention was divided - as soon as it was done, the lone candlelight in the room went out. Two metallic clicks echoed across the dining room, one from far away and one nearby.
Plum turned to the direction of the noise and found herself staring at the door leading back to the main hallway. Realization set in, but denial was her first instinct. Immediately she strode toward the door and grabbed at the handle.
"What..."
Her hands were cupped not around cold metal, but around a strange, warm, rubbery black surface. Plum looked down - the door's handle was coated in the same material as the girl's suit. She rattled the door, struggling to open it, but it was no use - it was sealed shut.
She turned around and immediately jumped back in shock. The girl, naked now, was approaching her slowly, suit limp and hanging off her arm. She looked Plum straight in the eye. She was still sobbing, but it was clear who she was apologizing to now.
"I'm so sorry... it's the only way..."
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: RUN!
2: Say something to her. (What do you say?)
3: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
2. Some pervy part of me badly wants to wear the suit, but she *really* wanted to get it off, wearing it is clearly a trap. But I refuse to lie down and accept the twisted rules of whoever did this to her. "No, look, I can guess what you're thinking, but just drop that thing, okay? We can help each other *both* find a way out of here!"
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
"No, look, I can guess what you're thinking, but just drop that thing, okay? We can help each other *both* find a way out of here!"
Plum didn't know what she'd expected. She knew the girl wasn't just going to drop it and say, "Okay, lets work together!"
But she also hoped the girl would at least slow down... maybe hesitate.
But she definitely did not expect this.
Plum watched as the girl fell to her knees. She watched as she gripped onto the suit with both hands, sobbing as she did so.
"...you don't understand... there's no other way..."
Plum's spine rattled uncomfortably as she watched the girl cling on to the suit, her hands gripping it tightly... only for the suit to *pull* the girl's body, causing her to lurch forward awkwardly.
And then she really did drop the suit.
Plum immediately wished she hadn't. The suit didn't fall to the floor. She watched in abject horror as tendrils snaked out of the suit's opening in the back. She scurried away in the opposite direction but found her own back pressed into a corner. The suit seemed to right itself, re-orientating it's open back to face Plum - thin, snaky tentacles reached out of the opening, propping the suit up and granting it motor skills.
The girl was bawling behind it, completely powerless, "...I'm so sorry..."
A strange smell filled the air and Plum's lungs. She felt her balance grow unsteady, but her consciousness was not fading... it didn't actually feel bad... instead, Plum felt... wet.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
It's Open Ended Answer Time!
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YppleJax said the following:
Despite how broken and...used-up? the girl seems, I'm heartened that she at least *tried* to help...that she isn't actively trying to force me into anything...but since the suit is *fucking alive*, that's small comfort.
"Oh my God.." I'm caught between abject horror and abhorrent desire. That thing's got to be some sort of alien, but I can barely stand and I'm getting *turned on*, as if I've always secretly wanted this. But that can't be true, that smell's got to be pheromones or nerve gas or...
I realize from my dizziness that it's probably far too late to try to break a window with a chair or something, and I know the doors are locked. It's somehow hard to ignore my growing arousal and focus on thinking about getting out of this, but I have to try *something*.
I dropped the knife earlier, but I'll try to grab another from the closest place-setting. Maybe I can fend the thing off, or even if it...takes me...I can keep the knife against my arm somehow, maybe use it to get out later? But I'm feeling hopeless and trapped, and I'm worried that I'm not as alarmed as I ought to be...
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-NOTE: This segment/response has a non-canon, alternate version which can be found in the description.-
-CONTINUE-
There was no room for hesitation. Whatever that thing was, it was approaching fast, and the girl on the floor was too broken to come to her aid. Plum mustered what strength (and courage) she could find and darted to the side, hoping to skirt around it and reach the table.
It could have been the gas, or just pure adrenaline, but for Plum, the room moved in slow motion. Each step was an eternity and for every inch closer she got to the table, everything else faded out of existence. This was the single most important thing she'd had to do in her life.
Then it grabbed her. A tendril wrapped around her ankle moments before she reached the table, pulling her off her balance and face-first on to the ground. She broke her fall with her arms but the table was quickly pulling away... no, she was being pulled away from the table.
She spun around onto her back and saw the suit before her. It moved toward her as it drew her in. It was too fast. It was too... *thunk*.
Plum hadn't heard it - she'd felt it. She knew what it was the moment it hit her. She closed her hand around its handle, thanking her past self for leaving it there, but struggled to remember if she'd grabbed a steak knife or a useless butter knife.
She looked at her assailant, and realized for the first time just how small it was. It was a strange feeling, that. The realization dried her throat and quickened her heartbeat, but it could either be a rush of adrenaline fuelled by the thought that she could maybe overpower it, or a rush of arousal, knowing that that thing was somehow going to be stretched tightly across her skin.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Maybe you *can* overpower it. Attack it before it binds you down.
2: Maybe you can hide the knife. Press it against your arm or something... Maybe it won't know... right?
3: Give up, you can't fight it. Let it take you... you know you want it. [THIS ENDS THE STORY AFTER THE NEXT CHAPTER]
4: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
1: I'm not going to go down meekly, no matter how much the gas is making my body betray me! Also 4: As I try to fight it off, I'll pay attention to its behavior - does it try to avoid injury? If I manage to cut it, does it react as if feeling pain? If it's alive, maybe it's also *aware*, and I can threaten it, or negotiate with it...though if it can't communicate, the latter is pretty hopeless.
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
The knife felt heavy gripped in Plum's sweaty palms. There was anger, sizzling under her barely composed facade, but her anger was secondary. Her anger was with how *okay* everything felt to her. She was angry with herself for... maybe... even *wanting* to climb into the suit of her own accord... to feel the rubber's tight embrace against her skin... to forget all cares and worries...
No.
Plum shook herself mentally. She was going to strike first. She glanced at her hand, relieved that the knife was sharp, pointy and serrated, as opposed to blunt, round and useless. She pushed herself off her back and forward onto all fours, her knees bent and her eyes locked onto the target.
With a surge of adrenaline, Plum launched herself to the suit's side, forcing the knife across where her rib cage meant to have gone. She felt the blade catch, dragging across the rubber surface with some difficulty. Confidence flooded Plum's body, but it was tainted with grief.
The suit was unflinching, and turned to face Plum immediately. Her eyes danced across the suit's surface, struggling to find the damage... a glint of the light across the suit's torso sank her heart - the reflection was uninterrupted, the suit untarnished. *Relief?* Really?
Her heart was throbbing - the damned thing was right in front of her now. She lunged at it once more, knife-first, thrusting the pointed edge into the suit's arm. A tentacle wrapped itself around her free arm, and another encircled her waist, but Plum only paid heed to the knife. She watched, eyes wide as the blade pushed into the rubber. She watched as the rubber simply accommodated the blade, wrapping the sharp metal harmlessly, a perfect imprint extruding out of the other side.
Then the knife simply bounced out, clattering on to the floor uselessly.
-WHAT DO YOU DO? Admittedly, I can't think of any options here, but I feel like I need to give you one more choice to make, even if I can't see that choice.-
1: Give up, you can't fight it. Let it take you... you know you want it. [THE STORY ENDS AFTER THIS CHAPTER]
2: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
I've got one last-ditch, but –content redacted-
"Hey, slave-girl! HELP ME! Or...*unh*...I *swear* I'll get out too...*uff*...and find you...and cram you right back into this thing, upside-down!"
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum winced against the suit's tug, refusing to allow it to pull her toward itself. Her efforts were not only fruitless but redundant - the suit wasn't trying to draw her in. It was trying to bring itself on to her.
Another snake-like arm wrapped around Plum's knee. Before she could react, it offered a sharp jerk forward, forcing her leg to bend and felling her to her knees.
"Hey, slave-girl! HELP ME! Or...*unh*...I *swear* I'll get out too...*uff*...and find you...and cram you right back into this thing, upside-down!"
And that was the last of her fighting spirit. Try as she might, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the fantastic vision before her - how could this be her reality? She wondered if the girl could stomach witnessing the consequences of her actions.
Plum pulled against the tendrils with one final, exhausted tug. Her actions served only to hasten the inevitable. No more than half a meter away from her now, Plum recoiled at the sight of countless tentacles sprouting from the suit, grabbing at her clothes.
The suit shredded Plum's outfit with almost hilarious efficacy. Strange, how in times of duress the mind wanders. Plum found herself mourning the irrelevant - her sad eyes trained on the shreds of her favorite hoodie.
The warmth of the suit's 'flesh' pulled Plum back into reality as it slid its opening over her foot.
The mood shifted immediately on contact. Jolts of pleasure danced across her skin, arcing away from where the suit touched her. Her barely stifled gasp echoed across the dining room, highlighting the relative silence her transformation was taking place in.
Plum winced as the suit drew her leg into the appropriate sleeve. Wherever the gum-like skin came close to touching her skin, it drew tight, almost as if it was drawn to her... as if it was meant to encircle her skin... meant to please her.
Indecision immediately plagued Plum's mind - logic decreed that she remove her foot from the suit's embrace before it was too late...
"But how could something that feels so good be so bad?" The hedonist inside her insisted. "Surely..."
"OooHhh!"
Plum's thoughts were simply too slow - the suit had decided for her. It's tight grip pulling her leg into its ever-tightening sleeve, the same action mirrored on her other leg.
Plum felt a hand close around her own, thin fingers holding hers in a loving grip. In her pheromone-addled brain, she was certain the girl had returned to save her. She returned the sentiment, squeezing the foreign hand in faith. Another one grasped her other hand and she did the same.
Her eyes flew open in horror as she felt the 'fingers' bend impossibly, twisting between and around her fingers, wrapping them in a tight vice grip. Plum looked down at the 'hand', her eyes tracing its too-thin arms back to the suit, emerging from deep withing the suit's arm holes.
With a sharp tug, the suit pulled itself over Plum's arms, drawing her hands into the sleeves at an alarming rate. The sleeves narrowing out inevitably before her fingers nestled into their individual sheaths.
The hood of the suit pulled tightly against her chest - it was impossibly tight. the opening of the suit began at the base of her spine, and she could feel it open out in a wide 'V' up her back, pulling tightly around the middle of her upper arms.
Even stretched out like this, the suit gripped her torso tightly. It squeezed her waist, and restricted her breathing. The leg's sleeves were too short and the crotch of the suit was far from her own, much to her chagrin.
Plum failed to appraise her situation. Everywhere the suit touched her, it sent sparks of pure pleasure dancing across her skin. Everywhere the suit squeezed her, it sent ecstatic waves into her very core. She no longer remembered how she'd gotten here. She no longer remembered where *here* was.
Her breathing was fast and shallow. 'What now?'
She writhed against the suit's slow undulations against her skin. She could have sworn it was breathing somehow.
It seemed that this was as far as it could go on its own. Plum glanced down at the black rubber dangling in front of her collar bone. She barely held back a chuckle. As if there was any doubt. She wondered- No. She knew that the girl before her was presented with the exact same choice. She knew that countless people before her sat here as did she. And she knew exactly what they did. Perhaps it was the gas in the air. Perhaps it was long gone. Plum felt herself wink mentally. Did it matter?
She reached a gloved hand up to the hood. The suit seemed to dance around her body, its approval surging through her body in more ways than one. She felt the suit tighten around her as she lifted the hood. With a firm tug, she pulled the hood open and upwards. The suit seemed to shuffle around her, pulling her limbs deeper into their sleeves, drawing the 'V' around her back closer together.
Her hip braced as the warm living skin came into wonderful contact with her eager privates. The suit was just as excited - a small bump nestled against her clit, and a few small tentacles probed her lips curiously.
She pulled on the hood of the suit, feeling the 'V' slide up her shoulders, enveloping her body slowly. The suit rubbed against her nipples as it consumed her.
She took a moment to catch her breath.
...
Still on her knees, Plum ducked her head low. The scene was almost ritualistic... divine. Her arms grasping something before her bowed head. Knees bent in silent prayer...
She closed her eyes and raised her arms, giving herself into the darkness before her.
The strain on her arms was relieved as soon as the top of the opening cleared the crown of her head.
The hood of the suit writhed against her face, pulling itself tighter and tighter around her head. She exhaled loudly and pleasurably as the suit pulled itself tight against her body.
The rubbery living skin stretched across her back, drawing the 'V' into nothing more than a line. The crushing tightness winded her, yet brought her to ecstatic heights she'd never known before. She relished the cold air against her back for all of two seconds, and then it was gone.
Plum reached an arm behind her, but she grasped at nothing. There was no more slit. Nothing but a single solid piece of rubber... or something. She took a moment to catch her breath, thankful that somehow she could still breathe. Even then, her gasps were short and sharp, and her exhalations were unintentionally vocal. There was no way she could calm herself down from this inexhaustible pleasure.
The silence of the room immediately became a distant memory as the suit roared to life, shrinking and writhing against Plum's naked form. She could hear nothing else but the unique sound of rubber being stretched far too much. The inside of the suit slid across her skin, undulating and caressing her body from within.
Plum opened her mouth to moan, only to have the rubber pull tightly into her, coating her teeth and tongue, gagging her and robbing her of her voice. The rubber entered her nostrils, blocking her ability to breathe. Her initial panic quickly became confusion - her lungs continued to inflate and deflate, despite no air being drawn through her nose. The suit was breathing for her. It was a novel sensation.
She allowed her head to fall backwards, her blank face turned to the ceiling. Somewhere along the way she had spread her legs - that was her own doing, an instinctive response to a carnal hunger only women know. She knew it was coming and she wanted the inevitable.
"UGGhhh..."
Her voice was stifled but she could do nothing to contain it. Dozens... no, hundreds of small tentacles sprouted from the suit. They twisted around each other and pushed against Plum's lips. She didn't even consider fighting them. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as it pushed her labia apart with little effort.
It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. She let out a silent scream as the suit penetrated her, filling the void between her legs with nothing but pure euphoria. Even with the gag in her mouth, she could feel her lips curl into a blissful smile; her hips rocking as the mass of tentacles twisted inside her, pushing and deeply filling her body.
She moved her hand to stroke her fire, and the action was immediately rewarded with a strong vibration.
"UNNNHHHHHHH!!!"
Plum twitched violently as the mass inside her buzzed to life, each individual tentacle separating from each other and rubbing against her insides, erasing her conscious mind. Tendrils wrapped around her nipples and massaged her breasts, and her entire body convulsed in unparalleled rapture.
The roar of creaking rubber and the buzz of the suit's vibrator shook the very core of Plum's being. Her awareness of the world around her vibrated into emptiness, her mind overcome by the ecstasy that coursed across her skin and within her body. White-hot streaks began to form around the edges of her consciousness.
Fear.
Plum froze, a tear born of elation was quickly drunk by the suit. She dared not move. Surely if she allowed the suit to continue, it would erode whatever it was that was... her? The rise and fall of her chest, regulated by the suit, was slow and steady, betraying the emotions of the girl trapped within.
Time ceased to exist. Plum was blind to the dark room and deaf to its silence. She was alone with the ever-shrinking suit and her thoughts. Her body hungered for more. Her mind feared the consequences.
The fear gripped her body like a plague, and so did the caress of her new skin. It writhed against her, kissed her... distracted her. She wanted to tear at the suit, give herself more room to think, but she knew there was no exit. She dared not even move to confirm what she already knew was true.
Plum suppressed her amusement - she knew that she had now fully and completely taken the place of the girl. Now she knew. Now she knew exactly what the girl feared.
-WHAT DO YOU DO? [Either option results in the absolute last chapter]-
1: Sit completely still for as long as it takes.
2: Might as well enjoy it.
3: Your own ending?
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YppleJax said the following:
I imagine myself just sitting there, motionless, like she did, waiting for someone to come along, curious enough to make themselves a victim. No. I won't just sacrifice someone else. Instead, I'll give in completely, do what I want...what it wants...if I lose myself, so be it, at least no one else will fall into this trap. But with luck, maybe I ride it somehow, come out on the other side? The only way out is through.
I slide my legs against each other, and let my hands roam...
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lonelyzentai said the following:
The stillness of the air and the silence of the room betrayed the unrelenting roar of creaking rubber that dominated Plum's hearing. But even that paled in comparison to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her head, each thought manifesting briefly and being wrenched away forcibly by the suit's incessant stimulation of her naked form.
For a moment Plum saw herself, kneeling on the floor of the room, motionless. Just like the girl before her. Waiting for someone to come along to free her from her torment.
How long? An hour? A day? ...Months?
No. Who's to say they were even curious enough to fall into the trap?
No. She wasn't going to sacrifice someone else. She wanted this... She wanted... what it wanted. She might lose her sanity, but at least no one will become the unsuspecting victim. With luck, maybe she could ride it out and come out the other side... wherever that was.
If she could still breathe on her own, her breaths would come in short shallow gasps, her lungs unable to properly draw air against the excitement and anticipation contained within her ebon prison. But the suit breathed for her, and she felt betrayed by its calmness... using her lungs, no less. She could still feel the tentacles twisting around within her loins. A satisfying fullness in her lower abdomen.
She slid her legs against each other, her hands roaming about absent mindedly. The suit came to life, her movements fuelling the fire.
"hmmmmppp... ahnnn..."
The living rubber squeaked between her thighs as her subconscious mind squeaked in delight. The dense network of tendrils and fibers caressed her body, gripping her tightly under the suit. Everywhere it touched her it vibrated, sending arcs of pure ecstasy straight to her nervous system.
The roar of creaking rubber was quickly joined by a low-pitched hum that slowly grew in pitch and intensity. Her hands caressed her head as she marvelled at the seamlessness of the rubber that encircled her neck. Bright flashes of euphoria lit up her mind as the mass of tendrils inside her unfurled, pushing outward against her inner walls, vibrating as they did so.
"NnnnhHHggg-AH!"
Her body jerked forward violently and involuntarily as her hands darted between her legs. The nub nestled against her clit, previously just a playful distraction, seemed to suddenly unravel itself, splitting into five... no, six... (ah who cares?) multiple flaps down the middle. The suit drew it tight, pushing its ribbed surface against Plum's swollen clit.
The suit drank the fluids that gushed out of her body, her drool, her tears, her natural lube... But Plum wasn't thinking. She marvelled at the dancing lights flashing across her eyes, watching them shimmer in and out of existence in time with the euphoric convulsions across her body. Color bled into the scene as the suit clamped down on her clit, pushing aside her hood and sucking on to her tightly.
Her lips curled into a blissful grin, teeth clenched tight over the rubber that cladded them. The hum of the vibrations had completely drowned out the rubber's roar and Plum was no longer aware of her physical space. Was she standing? Sitting? Where was she? Did it really matter?
"Ah... ah... AH... AH... AH!"
She perched forward onto the floor, vaguely aware that her chest had fallen onto a hard surface. Her right hand reached behind her neck to confirm that she was indeed trapped indefinitely in this... this... *heaven*. Her left hand splayed out on the ground above her head, grasping at nothing. She knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the suit from touching her everywhere... from violating her body... her mind.
Plum rocked her hips in the air, hunching her shoulders and pulling the suit tightly against her pussy. It didn't move much at all - it was already crushingly snug and it was still shrinking of its own accord.
She rolled over on to her back and grasped between her legs. Whatever was inside her was no longer an organized phallic shape but a squirming, vibrating mass of tendrils that probed her walls. It pressed against her g-spot and filled her so perfectly that in the moment she was sure humanity had evolved just for this.
Lights of every color danced across her mind and body, it swirled and spun and occasionally exploded into a million tiny darts of pleasure. Each one seemed to gravitate to form into a throbbing ball of pleasure in Plum's very core. She cried out as best she could through gritted teeth as it eroded her conscious mind. She was sure it was going to explode... it was going to tear its way out of her body, and...
...that was exactly what she wanted.
Feet planted firmly on the ground, Plum arched her back and thrust her hips toward the ceiling. Her entire body tensed in orgasmic pleasure, hands grasping at the hard floor of the room.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The light flooded her consciousness, exploding out of her core and enrapturing her entire being. Her muscles - all of them - spasmed in uncontrollable ecstasy, her body writhing and thrashing on the floor.
Plum's mind had completely disappeared. So had she. Material concepts of gender, life, death, and even *time* ceased to exist. There was nothing but this climax. Nothing but this pure, white-hot euphoria. Nothing but this inexhaustible pleasure.
She could feel her energy leaving her. Her muscles twitched and jerked but the limitations of mortality began to anchor her onto Earth - onto physicality. She could feel the suit's vibrations begin to slow along with her movements.
Plum grasped desperately onto what she believed was her consciousness, but where the light faded, it left only darkness in its wake. Her body had long stopped heeding her will, and jolts of electric pleasure still caused her to twitch and jerk involuntarily, but the meaning of what she felt... the ability to understand had almost completely left her.
And then it was gone.
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Plum opened her eyes to darkness... Darkness and... Silence.
Her memory came back to her slowly, but the crushing tightness that enveloped her body helped speed things up.
Things were... clearer. Different.
Plum inhaled and felt air fill her lungs. Air that she'd drawn of her own accord. She propped herself up and found that the suit, once so passionately reacting to each and every twitch of hers, now lay dormant and somehow... sated.
Perhaps...
Plum reached behind her, patting against the back of her neck with her tightly gloved hands.
...a crevice.
Running down the length of her spine, was a small crevasse. A tiny valley where there were once plains. Plum's heart quickened, and she felt the suit stir in kind.
Acting quickly now, she dug her fingers into the crease, releasing her skin to a sensation she thought she'd never feel again - the goosebump-inducing chill of the mansion air.
The suit was considerably tighter than it had been when she'd put it on, but as the crease split, Plum could feel her bones creak with a dull ache - a bittersweet mingling of pain and pleasure. With a strenuous tug, she forced the unwilling hood off of her head, wincing against the bite of the suit's seam that now cut against her shoulders.
Plum sat on the floor of the mansion, covered in a strange combination of her own sweat and the suit's own secretions. It smelled... sweet. She heard herself chuckle. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she began to consider what the future had in store for her.
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