August's mind wandered. She found herself becoming extremely self-conscious. What was it about her friend that had that effect on her?

She didn't know. She also didn't realize that all these thoughts were distracting her. Perhaps if she'd been paying more attention she would have noticed the mental arithmetic putting two and two together in silence. Maybe she would have felt the thoughts, devoid of language, coming from the other side of the line. Maybe she would have... gotten in on the plotting.

But alas, that was not the case. August was not privy of the events that were unfolding wherever else YppleJax was. She did, however, find herself contemplating the effect she was having on the girl's mental state. She couldn't know for sure what it was like to not be a fictional, since she'd never known what it was like on the other side of the creative process... but she couldn't help but wonder. What was it like to have a close encounter of the fourth kind?

She twisted about as the suit seemed to rustle across her skin, no doubt from her friend's slow exploration of her predicament. Robbed of her sight by the suit, she treated herself to a product of her own imagination. She pictured the fantastic sight of Ypps shruggling within the suit's confines, writhing against her bed... Her thoughts began to gradually wander across her own room, to the various accessories and toys in drawers and cupboards here or there. She felt a brief pang of regret when she realized she'd let Plum take her personal favorite a while ago.

<...tightening...>

Tightening was right... Stretching against the latex that confined her body, she willed it to squeeze her further, but dared not translate that will into action. August chose instead to wait and see what she was going to get, settling instead on running her gloved hands across her body... She became vaguely aware of indecipherable thoughts that were definitely not her own... Psychosis? Hers? Or Ypps?

Sunstone. The idea of a safeword crossed her mind briefly, but was that really necessary in the realm of fantasy? PerhaAaahhps... I rocked my- I mean, August rocked her hips. The familiar tension between the legs made any form of rational thought difficult, and she felt her grip on reality morphing into strange, yet pleasurable shapes. She stifled a gasp. If it feels this good... does it really matter?

Before she could form the idea into a thought that could be understood on the other side, she felt a familiar voice materialize in her consciousness.

<It did take me a minute... but I've been thinking how to properly thank you for taking Plum under your wing.>

August's breath caught, and the slow teasing of the suit seemed to magnify instantly, crystallizing into warm waves of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away in throes of orgasmic bliss... The jig was up.

<It was awfully nice, since she was entirely new to the genre...>

The suit brushed against her lips and cheeks in an unrecognizable way. She swore she felt a strange swelling sensation at the corner of her lip. August chewed her lower lip in a throaty groan. Her breaths came and went in short gasps. Ypps' words conjured up images of a predator playing with its prey. She couldn't make out any further details of her thoughts, but she was aware of this growing sense of anticipation... she somehow knew that something was about to happen. Her heart hammered in her chest and her mind exploded into unchecked fantasy, imagining all the things Ypps would try to do to her to punish her for her little tease.

*Ohh..!* August gasped at the sudden pressure between her legs. Her lips parted as the latex stirred to life around her, forming a small egg shaped protrusion that seemed to pour into her of its own volition. Squeezing her muscles (and the toy), she grabbed at her crotch, her finger subconsciously probing the hollow left between her legs.

*You... oh... cheeky little...* A familiar pressure in the palm of her hand interrupted her thoughts and she realized what was about to happen. A disorientating, alternating pressure in the sleeve of the suit conjured images of Ypps waving her arm wildly, and an unchecked frenzy of clicks on the tip of her thumb sent August's eyes flying wide open - *W-wait, that's not how you're supposed to- AAaaahhhAA*

All the muscles in August's body clenched in response as the toy whirred into dramatic life, it's buzzes erratic and devoid of pattern, launched into a random sequence of unpredictable buzzes that came and went. August's mind first flew to her experience with Matt's creation (which Ypps coincidentally had a hand in as well), but immediately concluded that this one was far more intense and unrelenting. Her body rocked in mid air in a wave-like dance, mirroring the spread of orgasmic pleasure across her body.

She could see colorful lights seep in across the edge of her consciousness and she knew she was fully sharing in Ypps experience, but then another thought formed. Something completely incomprehensible and foreign. August furrowed her brow to make sense of it but it was outsi-

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What the...

My eyes flew open. My body felt... numb and tingly. This was not my room. But it was...

Oh shit. Did I save the draft or hit publish?

Wait, where am I?

It doesn't quite look like my room, but it looks... familiar somehow. Almost as if... Aaahhhh.

I grabbed between my legs. The numbness was fading, and another sensation was rushing in to fill the void, literally. If I was where I thought I was, then I should know my way around, even in my current state of disorientation and growing distraction. But... how..? How was this possible?

Wait... When is this? Is August still in the basement? What happened to my suit? Is YppleJax here too?

Well... Silly question, clearly I was still in it... in them. Wait... the lock?!

My arm darted behind me and sure enough, the zipper was still there... but so was the padlock. Except... this wasn't my room. This wasn't even my house. The key to this lock was now on the other side of the planet... if this was even the same planet...

...universe?

Well it could be worse. I'd half expected to find that the zipper had disappeared. This was, after all, my fantasy world, right? Wait.

I reached behind my back, slowly this time. My heart hammered in my chest in anticipation of what I was sure I was going to find. I rested my hand tentatively behind my ear, and slowly slid across my black outer layer. My fingers glided across the smooth, seamless fabric, with each centimeter drawing my chest tighter and my breaths shallower... and then I reached my other ear.

The zipper was gone.

But that means...

I closed my eyes. Maybe this would work. Gathering my thoughts, I began to write.

The world rushed about around me as I came to terms with the idea that I had some sort of power over this reality. I felt the floor melt away and reform beneath my feet, as did the air that surrounded my body. As soon as my eyes opened, the flurry of movement stopped and I was in the basement. It was a surreal scene - a girl swathed in black was floating in the center of the room, twisting and writhing in blind bliss, unaware that I was now here next to her. I stopped myself from considering the ramifications of the idea that I'd created her and instead marveled at my surroundings and what I'd just done... if this was what crazy felt like - crazy felt good.

It looked so different being here, but at the same time so familiar. I found myself hoping YppleJax was somewhere in this plane of existence as well. I didn't really know how the insides of these machines worked, but AaaAhh... if this was any indication...

Okay wait, focus. Task at hand and all that.

The room was a mess, but since I guess I'd somehow put that mess there, I knew where everything was. I opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny, flat and square device. I waved it over an electronic pad and registered a familiar beep - my ringtone in real life - before removing the protective sheet. I brought the device behind my neck, took a deep breath, and pressed it on.

My eyes flew wide open and my arms shot to my sides, fists clenched tightly. My muscles seized up in a state of pleasurable shock and my jaw clenched tightly behind my lips ajar. It was like my sense of touch was just empty lineart up until this point, and color was flooding in. Blissful, euphoric color. The world began to spin and I grabbed at the desk to steady myself. I willed myself to keep my mind blank, but I became aware that I was now sharing my consciousness with two others. One familiar and haughty, the other inquisitive and beautiful.

I mentally wrote a low, Japanese-style bed into existence at my feet and let myself fall into it... I could get used to this. As the device at the back of my neck synchronized with the suits I could feel it changing the microfiber and spandex that encased my body. Like a spreading disease, the warm latex spread across the surface of my skin, clinging ever more insistently to my body. Perhaps it was my overactive mind, but since I'd no experience with latex, the sensations that I felt were restricted only to my fantasies, and it was more intense than I could imagine. It was as if you touch spandex, but latex touches you... Mmm... All over...

My mind shuddered at the sensation and I had no delusions about the covertness of my presence. The staggering potential of my position floored me and I found myself rummaging through countless possible scenarios and fantasies to play out, vaguely aware that the suit seemed to morph ever so slightly with each thought. Ah hold on. Where are my manners.

Closing my eyes, I took control of the rampant vibrator and set it to a low, steady buzz. I kissed the rubber coating my lips and squeezed my body in a self-hug, as tight as I could. *So it turns out bliss does pierce dimensional walls.*

I could have sworn I felt a hot breath in my mask that wasn't my own. It's funny how you could be barreling towards something so obvious but not realize it until the tiniest thing reminds you. Like a switch being turned on, I became aware that I was hot, bothered, and at some point I'd sucked my lower lip into my mouth, chewing on it like a pacifier as my mind explored the potential of this realm. Even my thighs had grown damp since I'd materialized here in the basement and I'd apparently been sliding them together slowly, unconsciously relishing the way my hips swayed as I did so.

August's consciousness seemed to grow small, minuscule even. I turned to her direction and could somehow see through the latex to perceive her limp body taking deep breaths, as if quietly recovering from whatever it took to summon me into this realm... Ypps must have some sort of control over this reality as well, even if she didn't yet realize it. Mayhaps she was capable of even more, considering she'd somehow willed me into existence here.

*YppleJax...* I move my hand to my face, cradling my cheek as I smile, knowing that the sensation is mirrored on the other side. I deliberately exhale slowly through my mouth, letting my hot breath swirl about in the tightness of the rubber mask, before being vacuumed out through pores in the suit. I let my hand roam across the side of my face, and my other hand meets it behind my neck. Pushing my elbows tightly together and squeezing my modest, latex-coated breasts together, I let my hands fall slowly across my shoulders. The sensation is utterly sensual - the feeling of latex on latex on skin sends darts of pleasure across our bodies and for the briefest moment I am sure we could exist like that forever.












I let my right hand linger on my left breast whilst the other explored farther south. Just to add a little spice, I bit my lip and pinched my nipple firmly, eliciting a throaty yelp before lefty could reach her destination... but then didn't. I deliberately brushed past my hot sex and lingered around my thigh, letting the rubbery-yet-slippery vibrations echo out from within me, across my skin and then across the universe...