Click.

It was a bit anticlimactic when the padlock fell open. But Elsie’s fingers were beginning to numb, and she figured Kay was tired of talking to herself all day. Also… she really, really needed to pee.

Even as she undid the suit, the vacuum within, combined with the overlapping flaps, did a stellar job of keeping its opening closed. It took a surprisingly significant effort to peel herself out of the suit that had grown so tight around her body. Or… perhaps she was just tired.

Once free of the tight mask, Elsie took a large gulp of fresh air. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her inner suit glistened in the light coming in through her windows. Kay hung her own jacket up to dry next to the latex trench coat before turning her attention back around.

“Wow, I can see your belly button.”

Elsie managed a weak chuckle. Fatigue came quickly and suddenly as soon as she had relieved herself of the strain.

“N…need to pee.”

She freed her greasy hair from the hood of her inner suit and shook her head in a weak attempt to loosen its matted locks. Elsie pouted.

“But I don’t want to take it off now… it fits so gooood.”

It did fit very well. Her brief jaunt through the park combined with the tightness of the outer suit had done a remarkable job of ironing the latex onto her skin. Not a single ounce of air remained inside the rubber that cladded the girl’s body.

“Aww you can put it back on again later. Go pee, then we can have more fun.”

Elsie sighed. Stupid human body and human needs. Reluctantly, she tugged at the neck of the suit, barely stifling a gasp as air rushed in to fill the vacuum. In an instant, the suit had loosened to a state not unlike when she had first pulled it on. Kay’s hands did the same in her back.

The hardest part of climbing out of a neck entry suit is freeing the first elbow. The neckline had to be peeled down the shoulder, but it would be most stretched out at the point where it had to clear the elbow. In her weakened state, Elsie was having trouble doing just that. She came close a few times, but Kay watched in amusement as the rubber snapped back up to her neck with each failure – the suit just refused to let her go.

Finally, with a little bit of help, she was free. Topless now, Elsie’s skin shone with a luster not unlike the rubber that cladded her, as if she had absorbed some of the qualities of the clothes she wore. Wearing the suit as leggings, Elsie hopped across the kitchenette and into her toilet.

Kay chuckled. It was really more of a waddle than a hop. She could hear the sheer force of Elsie relieving herself through the thin walls of the kitchenette. It seemed to last a whole eternity before silence was finally restored. A flush, a running tap, and Elsie reappeared around the corner.

“Did you not pee before you got into the suit?”

“One hour isn’t a lot of time!”

Elsie began to refresh the lube on her body, before wriggling her hands back into their sleeves.

“I was… a little bit scared at first.”

“I thought you might be. I… wanted to come in when I left the umbrella, actually. But… you’re a brave girl. That’s why you’re here.”

Elsie blushed.

“Where’d you find a rubber umbrella, anyway?”

“Hahaha, not everything’s made of rubber, love.”

Kay picked up the umbrella. With her vision now unobscured by the plastic lenses of the gasmask, Elsie could see that the umbrella was clearly plastic. Besides, she’d been the one to find out that truly clear latex like the transparent umbrella didn’t exist. She raised her hands, and a soft moan betrayed her as the suit consumed her once more with a wet slurp.

“How did you get… so much rubber? Was it expensive?”

“It… was free, believe it or not.”

“Free?”

“Yeah, I just had to pay for shipping. We talked about it a bit… but I think you forgot, or fell asleep.”

Kay motioned to her camera now resting on the table.

“You’re modelling it. And then we have to return it. I think I got some really good shots of the trench coat just now. Why don’t you squeeze back into the other suit and-”

When Kay looked back over to her partner, she was sound asleep, curled up on the couch in the folds of unworn latex. Her greasy hair fell in a floofy puff behind her, and a few stray locks were matted against her oily cheeks. The black rubber of her suit shone a beautiful, glossy black, rising and falling with her body within.

“Aww.”

Her camera shutter fired.