Vince finished in the shower and walked into his bedroom, towelling his curly brown hair, another towel wrapped tightly around his waist and frowned as he saw something on the bed. Something pink and white striped. He leant over and picked it up. It was a latex catsuit, with a pink and white candy-cane stripe… and next to it was a panel gag in dusky pink, complete with a bow to go on the top of his head. He threw it away in contempt and heard a rustle as he did.

A note had lain concealed under the latex, and now he saw it, and instantly recognised his roommate’s handwriting.

“My friend bought this for his boyfriend, but his boyfriend was too fat for it. I bet you are too.”

Vince scowled at the note. He wasn’t too fat for anything. He looked down. Sure he’d put a bit of weight on over the holidays – but every-one indulged at Christmas. He patted his tummy. Nope. He was definitely not fat. He picked up the suit again, eyeing it up. He would totally fit in there. No problem.

But he wasn’t going to fall for it. This was Lucille trying to trick him into putting the suit on, and he was not going to give her the satisfaction. He forcibly put the suit down and finished towelling himself off, trying to ignore it… but his eyes kept going back to it. He looked around his bedroom. It wasn’t like anyone could see, and Lucille was out at a work dinner and wouldn’t be home for another hour or so yet. He could easily get the suit back off in that time.

He sat down on the bed and ran a hand over the fabric, feeling the strange clingy feel of the latex, the roughness against his fingers… He picked up the gag too. It was a strange thing, without a join at the back. It was like a latex bandana with a sponge ball on the inside. Vince looked nervously at the door, and then, before he could change his mind slipped it over his head. It took a lot of fumbling, but after tugging it this way and that, it formed a perfect seal from under his nose, over his lips, slightly compressing his cheeks, and sealing his jaw, before extending down over his neck, where it was snug without being tight. As he positioned the pink bow ontop of his head, it put more pressure on his jaw, forcing them shut around the large sponge ball.

Vince hummed loudly and raised his eyebrows at the impressive silencing capacity. Picking up his glasses from his bedside table, he admired himself in the mirror and felt a faint warmth run through him and a faint stirring in his nether regions. You could see his pouting lips underneath and the outline of the ball filling it mouth. He gave a yell, testing it better, and a muffled mumble was all that came out.

He turned back, to the bed and picked up the suit again. It couldn’t hurt right? Just to prove her wrong…



Lucille let herself in through the front door.

“Vince, c'est encore moi!” She called. “Vince?”

Lucille frowned at the long silence, then looked up at a thump from the ceiling. She paused at the foot of the stairs and grinned. She threw her coat and handbag over the newel post and ran up the stairs, stopping at Vince’s shut bedroom door.

“Vince, are you alright in there?” She asked, suppressing a giggle.

There was a muffled shout and more thumping on the other side. Lucille pushed the door open, and then burst out laughing. Cowering on all fours behind the bed, out of sight of the uncurtained and slightly ajar window was Vince. He was wearing the tight latex suit in the pink and white diagonal stripe, and it fitted him into perfection, clinging to every inch of his round bubble butt and his nipples, erect in the cold breeze from the window. Lucille leant against the doorframe, taking in the sight. Vince growled at her, waving his hands, locked into useless fists, clearly demanding that she help him out of his predicament.

“Let’s guess, you got it on without realising that it didn’t have finger holes and therefore you couldn’t get it back off without help?” She demanded, smirking.

Vince scowled at her.

“You look very cute though,” She said with a smile. “And I was wrong, it does fit.”

Vince gave another series of muffled moans and gestured frantically at himself.

“Oh chill out,” She said with a grin. “There’s no one else in the house, they’ve all gone home for Christmas. I’m going to go downstairs and chill on the sofa and watch Christmas movies. You can come and join me, or you can cower up here. Either way, I’ll unwrap you like the rest of my Christmas presents; on Christmas day and not before.”

She turned away and walked back along the landing.

And grinned to herself at the sound of some-one rapidly crawling after her.