Rubber
LonelyZentai
You are in August's Bedroom.
You can see a Package, a Strange Clock, a Phone Charger, a Computer Desk, an Acoustic Guitar, a Dresser and a Nightstand.
You can go west.
Daylight pours into the room from above, and you immediately notice the skylight overhead... if only your room was half as comfortable to be in.
The queen-sized bed at its center suggests that this is August's bedroom. It's back board is flush with the stairwell's glass railing, and next to it is a small Nightstand. On it is a Strange Clock and a Phone Charger.
You step further into the room and look southward, toward a similar glass railing that overlooks the lounge. A Computer Desk is pushed up against it in the south-east corner.
On the opposite end of the stairwell, behind you coming up, is a small corner with an Acoustic Guitar and a playing stool.
To the west end of the room there is a small Dresser, right next to another door. The stairs back down to the lounge is flush against the north wall.
> look at bed
The neatly-made bed looks soft and inviting, and its covers and pillows are a neutral shade of khaki, which accentuates the intense, bright green covers hidden beneath it.
> look at package.
I can't see that.
> look at package
It's a moderately sized delivery packet. There's a waybill on the front that's similar to the one Abby gave you, except that this one has a large red stamp reading: "RETURN TO SENDER".
For some reason the package is already open. A shiny black... something... can be barely seen poking out from within. You look at the package's addressee and read: "Abigail Leigh", followed by your home address.
You have found Abby's Package. You need to bring this back to her.
> look at package
You've looked at it before, and it hasn't changed: it's a moderately sized delivery packet. There's a waybill on the front that's similar to the one Abby gave you, except that this one has a large red stamp reading: "RETURN TO SENDER".
The package has been torn open and its contents, a shiny black bundle can be seen poking out from within. The addressee reads: "Abigail Leigh".
This is Abby's Package, you need to bring this back to her.
> look at bundle
You can’t quite tell what it is, but you suspect that its latex. Its surface has a mirror-like shine and appears equal parts light and dark as it reflects the light in the room, making it impossible to deduce its shape without picking it up and unfolding it.
> take bundle
You pick up the black mass and hold it in your hands. The material feels smooth to the touch, yet rubs against your skin in an oddly pleasurable way.
> unfold bundle
The material is smooth to the touch and you’re sure it’s made of rubber of some sort.
Unfolding it becomes a pleasurable experience as the latex slides between your fingers. As you organize its form you see the silhouette of a headless woman – flattened and formed in latex.
It’s Abby's Latex Suit.
Attached gloves and socks ensure that only the wearer’s head remains uncovered, and a slit runs down the spine of the suit allowing entry.
You peer within its dark maw and see that its interior is coated with a uniform layer of slippery gel.
It is warm to the touch.
As you handle the suit, a small Note falls out.
You've found Abby's Latex Suit. You need to bring it back to her.
> look at note
It's a delivery slip, written in a similar handwriting to the one you have and the one on the package. The addresses are all equally illegible.
Slight imprints on the paper beckon you to turn the note around, to which you find "Good luck!" scribbled in black ink. The penmanship is neat, yet natural... definitely not Abby's chicken scratching.
You wonder what wearing a catsuit is like.
> look at suit
This is Abby's Latex Suit, you need to bring this back to her.
> take package
You pick it up.
You wonder what latex feels like to wear.
You'd probably look nice in black latex.
> look at stool
Simple and utilitarian, the leather stool has no arms so as to accomodate a player's guitar. Without a backrest, it doesn't look very comfortable.
> sit on stool
You sit on the stool for a brief moment.
> look at self
You look down at yourself, your hands instinctively adjust your jeans, since they tend to slip a little. You double check to make sure that you haven’t missed any food stains that your white button-down may have attracted before checking that your wedged booties haven’t come untied.
> look at self
You look down at yourself. You’re thankful for the airiness of your white button-down, and silently complement yourself on your blue jeans and wedged booties.
Surely Abby wouldn't mind if you tried the suit, just for a while.
> look at skylight
As you look up at the skylight, you can't help but imagine the amazing view August must get every night when she goes to bed.
> look at suit
This is Abby's Latex Suit, you need to bring this back to her.
You wonder how the latex suit would feel around your body.
> try on the suit
The latex is simply too tight to put on over your clothes – you wouldn’t want to risk tearing Abby’s suit with your stiff booties.
> look at clothes
A simple white button-down and blue jeans, finished with a pair of wedged booties. Your peach-colored bra is barely visible through the light cotton of your shirt.
> take off clothes
Kneeling, you untie your booties and step out of them before unbuttoning your shirt. Your jeans quickly follow, and you instinctively fold your garments before placing them neatly in your satchel.
You can't stop thinking about the strange suit.
> look at myself
You look down at yourself. Your peach-bra and bubblegum green boyshorts are comfortable but basic.
> look west
You are looking west.
You'd probably look nice in black latex.
> go west
You are in a toilet.
You can go east.
You close the door behind you and lock the door, not entirely sure why you came in here in the first place.
It's a pretty big bathroom. To your left there is a tub large enough for at least two, and to your right, a luxurious mist shower.
In front of you there's a large mirror, hinged slightly so that you have to look up slightly to see yourself... looking back up at you.
You find yourself imagining what you would look like covered in rubber. Your reflection seems to agree.
You wonder what wearing a catsuit is like.
> look at self
You look down at yourself. You hadn’t planned on being out in your skivvies and start to feel self-conscious about your mismatched underwear.
> wear catsuit
You steady yourself and guide your foot into the tight rubber. The material seems stiff at first but quickly loosens as you work with it.
The sticky-yet-slippery sensation of lubed rubber on skin sends tingles up your thighs and you carefully guide the suit up around your calf and knees. Slowly, you apply the latex to your upper legs and attempt to tug it past your hips, but the cotton of your underwear becomes caught in the latex and the suit pulls it painfully high around your crotch.
Try as you might, you cannot get your boyshort to sit comfortably under the tight catsuit. Suspecting just a tinge of reluctance, you roll the latex off of your legs and step out of the suit. It’s probably best you bring this back to Abby as is anyway.
You wonder how the latex suit would feel around your body.
There's no harm in wearing the catsuit fully... right?
> wear clothes
You quickly button up your shirt and pull on your jeans. Your booties slip on with relative ease and you take care to tie them tightly.
> look at self
You look down at yourself. You hadn’t planned on being out in your skivvies and start to feel self-conscious about your mismatched underwear.
You can’t seem to stop thinking about the way the suit feels.
You'd probably look nice in black latex.
You look nice in black latex.
> take off clothes
Kneeling, you untie your booties and step out of them before unbuttoning your shirt. Your jeans quickly follow, and you instinctively fold your garments before placing them neatly in your satchel.
> take off underwear
You step out of your boyshorts and undo your bra, putting them gently into your satchel.
There's no harm in trying on the catsuit... right?
> look at self
Before you can look down at yourself, a gentle breeze reminds you that you are, in fact, naked.
You’re thinking about the suit again.
> look at myself
You don’t have to look down at yourself to know that you’re naked.
> look at the suit
This is Abby's Latex Suit, you need to bring this back to her.
You can’t seem to stop thinking about the way the suit feels.
You wonder what latex feels like to wear.
> look at underwear
Your peach-colored bra and bubble-gum green boyshorts.
You find yourself thinking about the suit yet again.
> try on the suit
With some difficulty, you step into the tight latex catsuit. The material seems to resist you at first, but as you work it, it appears to loosen and become more pliable.
Placing your feet into the rubbery maw, your heart skips as the latex squeaks against your skin, forming little pockets of air that slide about under the rubber. You carefully guide the tight latex up around your calf, your feet wriggling about of its own accord, exploring its new sticky confines.
The gel that coated the suit now seems to coat you simultaneously, as you draw the membrane up to your thighs. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip as you carefully sit yourself down into the latex, relishing the strange sensation of latex applying itself to your sex.
Feeling as if you had been dipped in rubber, you guide the latex up your torso, tummy twitching as the gel squirms into your navel.
You take a moment to gather yourself.
You slip your arms slowly into their latex sleeves, flexing your fingers as the latex tickles them. Drawing in your torso, you slide the tight rubber over your nipples. You raise your arms and flex your shoulders, and the suit glides into place around your neck.
Your body feels compressed inside a sheet of tight rubber, as if it were a rubber band that perfectly molded against your naked skin. The compression so uniform as to become an enhancement to your basic senses.
Your body heaves slowly as your breath quickens, the latex creaking around your body sensually. You feel as if the suit has somehow grown tighter around your body, and you can’t help but smile at the prospect of the latex shrinking around you.
And the suit wasn’t even closed yet.
> look at suit
Abby's smaller size means the latex fits especially tight around you.
> look at myself
You look down at yourself, squirming a little as the suit settles around your body.
> look at the suit
Abby's smaller size means the latex fits especially tight around you.
The latex suit settles around your body as you move.
> examine the suit
The latex adheres tightly to your body, like a rubber band molded to your form.
> look at myself
You look down at your rubber suit and consider trying to remove it again.
> take off the suit
You reach behind you, patting your back to find the open slit. Perhaps the suit’s material was too thin, but you could not feel any fold in the fabric through the latex gloves.
Changing your plan of attack, you slip your fingers under the collar and follow it around to the back of your neck but feel nothing there. Confused, you reach around behind you, one arm swinging from below and one arm swinging from above, but your gloved hands simply slide across an unbroken field of black latex. The seam that was once there had ceased to be, in its place was seamless rubber. You realize that your only way back out of the suit had now shrunk to merely the collar around your neck, and it seemed to be slowly climbing.
You reach your fingers under the encroaching latex and pulled, but the excess fabric simply rolled itself up into a tight, cylindrical collar. The thick bundle of rubber could barely be stretched, and you immediately realize that you were now imprisoned within this latex skin.
Your breath comes in quick gasps as the cylindrical collar slowly pushes its way up your neck, pressing tightly under your chin, around your jawbone, and around the base of your skull.
Try as you might, the natural creases in your body serve not only as comfortable resting places for the tight rubber, but also to render it impossible for you to slip anything between the rubber and your skin.
You helplessly moan against the shrinking rubber, sticking to your skin as it settles around you slowly. Looking down at yourself, you see your sex straining against its new skin. No matter which way you writhe, the latex adheres tightly to you.
You have trapped yourself inside Abby's Latex Suit.