-LATER-
My consciousness returned to me in a very strange way. My whole body was numb... but I was still groggy. The sun was up.
I felt something churn inside me. I felt the phantom finger trace my pussy. I felt the nubs massaging my nipples.
*squeeze*
"OhhhHHHHHhhh...."
Like a switch being turned on, my senses returned to me. I was not sore anywhere... and all I could register was pleasure. I looked down at my body and almost came instantly. I was covered from the neck down in the latex. It had grown sleeves and coated my entire body from the neck down.
-WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT?-
1: I can't stop at all. Just fuck me, please!
2: This is too much. I need to get out of this suit!
3: I... "OH!"... I need to reset the loop!
4: Mels! She sent me this! I need to contact her!
5: Something else?
Why did Mel send me this awesome suit gotta contact her. Also what would if be like it this suit covered even my head? Hmmmm?
-CONTINUE-
"AhhhhHHHH."
I pulled up my... my... HAaaaaaannngggg....
My computer.
I had to contact OHHH. Contact Mels.
...
...no reply.
"Hnnnhhhgggggmmmmmm!" I moaned. The suit was fucking me. I could feel the latex around my neck writhing... as if it was moving.
"Oh... oh my g-aaaHH" Forget Mels. I... I... need to "OHHHH"
No. n-no.... I fought the urges, convincing myself that I was in control of my body. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and the suit seemed to shrink around me, tightening across my skin, as if to convince me otherwise.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Wait for the meeting time. (How are you going to make your way there?)
2: Give in to the suit.
3: Attempt to remove the suit.
4: Attempt to stop the suit's cycle.
5: Something else?
I wait for the meeting time and start looking for some clothing that will cover me up well. Hmm tights. Long-sleeve turtleneck shirt are good options but how to cover the gloves.
-CONTINUE-
I... "Unnnghhh"
I had to.. c-cover up. Somehow.
It took the better part of an hour to scrounge together a thick turtleneck sweater and my thickest, most opaque pair of tights. I had no way to cover up the gloves and decided that the pockets of the sweater would have to do.
The tights felt loose compared to the latex hidden within, and the incessant distractions and constant need to stop to attend to my ah... bodily desires... meant that getting dressed took another two hours.
Just as well. It was time to leave.
I reached for a pair of sports shoes - comfortable would probably be the smarter choice...
...then again…
I redirected my arm mid reach and grabbed a pair of heeled booties.
Fighting against my body's natural reaction to its situation, I willed myself to clasp the boots on and keep a straight face. As I opened the door to the outside world, my eyes glazed over as the billionth phantom finger made its familiar trek between my legs. I felt my breasts jiggle against the suit's tender massage, and my hips spasmed slightly with every thrust.
Fuck.
I'd been standing in my door for five minutes now. This was going to take forever.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Begin the three block trek to the meeting place.
2: Drop Mels a note - you can't make it there, she has to meet you here.
3: Something Else?
Begin the walk to Mel's place. The idea of wearing the latex suit in public and being touched by it without anyone really knowing was somehow sounding arousing.
-CONTINUE-
I centered myself. I was breathing so hard. I was... where was I?
I was at a bus stop. My house was... Ooohhh.... MY house was...
Fuck.
I'd only made it to the stop sign one house away from my own. How'd I get here? I... "AAhhh.h..."
This fucking suit...
I...
Unnnnnhhhh...
I felt myself falling over; reaching out, I felt balance return as my hands wrapped around the pole of the stop sign. I... Unnnnhhhhh... fuck… I "Aaaah..." hugged the stop sign close as my thoughts redirected to the suit's motions within.
My teeth clamped down on my lower lip and I closed my eyes. Maybe there were people around, but if there were, I didn't want to know. I rocked my hips against the suit's constant milking of my clit. This had gone far beyond simple "teasing". The suit was fucking me. It was making me cum over and over again. There was nothing... Oooohhh... nothing I could do about it. There was nothing "tease-y" about this.
"AAAAAaaaaaaunnnnnhhhhh"
The last orgasm brought with it a brief moment of clarity. But before I could really appreciate it, the suit continued right again, and the whole cycle began again.
I opened my eyes, wondering if there was anyone nearby who'd heard me. Glancing around, the neighborhood seemed deserted, except for a car headed my way from a distance.
I righted myself and tried to stride as normally as possible. As I did, I felt my muscles within spasm in another fitful orgasm, and my eyes glazed over once again. I forced my body to stride normally, and as far as I know, I did quite a good job, despite the fucking body-rocking orgasm happening inside the fucking suit.
I looked behind me. I hadn't made 30 feet away from my house.
This was going to take forever.
-ONE FOREVER LATER-
Apparently forever was just over three hours... I think. I'd completely lost track of time. All I knew was that the sun was coming down soon. I briefly wondered if it would have been smarter to do this trek at night.
Well either way, I was here now... Except that here...was not a house. Here was... Well I didn't know. I didn't care. I was sitting on the steps of some sort of shop and nothing mattered except my next orgasm. I could have sworn the suit had shrunk tenfold since I left the house. My strides had added a tickling sensation in my inner thighs to the suit's cycle and I was so relieved at having made it here that all I wanted to do was to curl up and ride it out.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Ring the doorbell
2: Curl up and ride it out
3: Inspect the environment
4: Inspect the suit
5: Something else?