Story - ´´If the Suit Fits...´´

The box that arrived in the mail was a welcome surprise to Sendra, though she was rather curious who had sent it.  Her mother or father would have put their name on the box, though she could name a few friends who might have been too absent-minded... but then they probably would have forgotten her birthday, anyway.  She had promised herself she'd wait the week, but after a shower and dinner of contemplation she had decided that she deserved to open one a little early.  After all, she had gotten on the Dean's List again for the third time in a row.

It was plain cardboard, sealed with clear packing tape, with her name and address on the only label upon it.  It was only a six-inch cube, so her mind mulled over inexpensive jewelry as she started tearing the tape free.  Her head tilted to the side as she looked inside, eyebrows creasing as she got her first glimpse of the gift.  "What the...?"

She lifted it up out of the box, at first thinking it was black cloth used for packing, but instead discovering it was a single, thin sheet of rubber, jet black.  She shook it out in the air and appraised it, even taking a moment to sniff it curiously.  Unfurled it was about four feet long at a side, square and perfectly cut on the edges.  "Is it... a rubber tablecloth?"  She set it down and up-ended the box, finding nothing else inside, no way to identify the object or the sender.  Shrugging, she stuffed it back into the box, trying to close the lid and discovering she hadn't packed it back in right.  "I don't know how these people do it."
After a few moments she simply gave up, tossing the mostly-closed box underneath her bed.  Sprawling out, she tugged her blanket over herself and picked up the book on her bed stand, leafing through to her page with the re-occurring thought, "I need a bookmark."  She'd thought the same thing a dozen times before, each time her mind wandering from the subject to the object within her hands.
Hours later, she yawned wide enough to actually shake her out of her reverie, looking over at the time.  "Two.  If I sleep at four, I can get 6 hou-"  She yawned again, interrupting herself, and chuckled.  "Okay, okay."  In one motion she set the book down, flicked her lamp off, and rolled onto the opposite side.  Tucking a stuffed bear up under her chin, Sendra smiled and mumbled, "Goodnight, Ursy."
The lid of the box came fully open as a dark shape wriggled out, looking almost like a puddle of chocolate pudding.  This one, however, could defy all laws of physics, as instead of simply flowing flat and staining the carpet, it attached itself to the edge of Sendra's sheet and began to flow straight up.  Just as it made it to the bed, underneath her coverings, Sendra rolled over atop it and mumbled something inarticulate.  The mass of latex spread, and began to multiply...
Sendra's eyes opened to the sight of the wall beside her bed.  As per her normal morning routine she stretched her spine out as far as she could, arms behind her back, then twisted around to sit up and reach for her alarm.  She always seemed to wake up just a few minutes before it went off, and this time was just the same.  Unfortunately, as she reached for the clock to turn it off, she found that her arm wouldn't respond.  That's when she looked down at herself.

She appeared completely naked, her pajamas gone entirely, except the paper-thin layer of latex all over her flesh made sure she wasn't actually nude.  Every square inch of her visible body was covered, even the spaces between her toes, making her unable to fully splay them.  Her nostrils weren't covered, as she was breathing through them.  Her mouth was free, too.  "No... no way.  I'm going to wake up, in just a f-"

She jumped in surprise as the alarm went off suddenly, not having been disabled yet, Sendra nearly falling from her bed.  She opened her eyes after the alarm went off, giggling at herself, knowing now that she was waking up and everything was fine...  Poor Sendra was still in the same exact suit, and she was definitely awake now.  She shook in disbelief and stepped over to the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door.

She looked like an obsidian statue of a naked woman, arms bound behind her back with each palm on the opposite elbow, her hair pulled into a ponytail which was contained within a tube of latex which kept it comfortably together.  "Okay... okay... what am I going to..."  She stopped as she noticed the bed behind her, specifically the space underneath it, and the fact that the box was upside-down now instead of how she had left it.

"This...  I'm wearing THAT?!"  Sendra started struggling, jerking her arms fiercely, the rubber impossibly strong for how incredibly thin it was.  She recognized what she was wearing as one of those fetish suits, the thought of which had interested her but not enough to spend so much money on.  Sendra was panting as she stopped moving her arms, her head shaking at herself.  "This is impossible..."  She spread her legs and looked in the mirror, noting that even her sex was covered.  Sendra took a deep breath and stepped backwards, to sit back on her bed.

"Okay, now.  What am I going to do..."  Her eyes lit up at her first thought, her head turning to grip at her shoulder with her teeth.  The latex was so thin and directly applied to her skin that she couldn't separate the two, no matter what angles she used or what teeth she tried.  After gripping firmly enough to bring tears to her eyes, all without puncturing the suit at all, she gave up that approach.  "Knife, I need a knife.  But, my hands..."  She wiggled her fingers and sighed heavily, each individual finger trapped against each other.  The suit had some sort of built-in mittens for her bound hands, making them completely useless.

That's when something new happened.  Some sort of gentle electrical current began to course through her body, tingling causing her to clench her eyes shut and hold her breath.  As the reaction stopped, before she could start to wonder where it came from, she noticed that her nipples were perked and she was feeling fairly aroused.  She mouthed an 'O' and licked her lips, swallowing audibly, suddenly wondering what she could do to help the feeling.

Shaking her head fiercely, Sendra finally decided that she would have to stomach the embarrassment and call an ambulance.  They would come with scalpels and cut her free.  All she would have to say is that her kinky boyfriend played a mean trick on her, and...  She blushed at the thought of it, but there was nothing else she could do.  She'd rather go through the embarrassment than cut herself rubbing up against a knife on the edge of a counter.  Unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, she bent over and hit speaker-phone, typing in 911 with her nose.

"911 Emergency Service, please state your address."

"Er, 613 East Avenue, apartment 6A."

"And what is your emergency?"

"Well, I'm...  My boyfriend... he sort of left me...  Look, could you just send an ambulance with some scissors?!"  She blushed even though the woman on the line would never meet her.

There was a small chuckle on the other end of the line, and a few taps.  "Okay, I have an ambulance on their way to you.  Most ambulances have scissors, don't worry."  There was another giggle.

"Um, th-"  Sendra was cut off by a sudden resurgence of the tingling through her body, this time stronger.  She clenched down with her vaginal muscles, arching her back and moaning in surprise.

"Are you all right, miss?" the woman asked quickly.

"Y-yes... yes, I am...  Thank you."  Sendra hung up quickly, before the woman could tell her to remain on the line.  She was rocking slightly back and forth on her bed, legs squeezed tightly together, eyes opening slowly as she stopped herself.  "Okay, okay, calm down, Sendra...  Calm down."  After several long breaths she was still again, though her nipples were still quite stiff.

She glanced at the clock, then at the mirror.  She sighed in relief.  "Well, at least my face is almost completely covered.  They'll know where I live, but not who I am."  As she was considering how she'd have them cut her free, freeing her arms first so she could do the rest after they left, the sound of the sirens came to her ears.

Sendra went to the window and pushed the curtains aside, peering down to see the ambulance pull up and two men get out.  "Of course, they're both guys..."  They looked up at the building, checking the address, then entered the front door.  Shaking her head again at this insane situation, Sendra went to her own door and grasped the turn-knob for the lock with her teeth.  It took a few moments but she managed to succeed, taking a deep breath to steel herself for the ordeal about to overcome her.

What she wasn't ready for was another jolt of sensations through her body, falling to her knees and squeezing down fiercely on the sleeve of latex within her.  This time it stayed with her for several long seconds, feeling like 30 when it was more like ten.  As it stopped she found herself rocking her hips at the air, eyes closed tightly, toes clenched.  That was the moment a paramedic knocked on the door.

Gritting her teeth, Sendra committed herself to ignoring the needs coursing through her body, standing shakily.  "Miss?  Can you come to the door?  Miss?"  He knocked again, more firmly.  Sendra licked her lips and stepped back from the door, standing around the corner.

"I'm... I unlocked the door.  Come in.  And close the door behind you, please!"  She could feel her face burning.  Footsteps passed through her door, closing it like she asked, the two men stepping in slowly.  The first stopped entirely as he saw what Sendra's situation was, the second bumping into him.

"Hey..." he stopped too, to stare at Sendra's body.  Then he coughed and shook the other's shoulder.  "Hey, um, get out the safety scissors."  Sendra couldn't bring herself to say anything, turning her back to them and displaying her bound arms in an entreaty for help.  She lowered her head and shivered as Sendra could almost literally feel their eyes staring at her ass.  "Y-yeah.  I got them right here."

Sendra stood there, still as she could be, as she felt nudging and pushing at the suit near where her arms overlapped.  "I can't find any loose areas to push these at.  Get the real scissors."  There was more rustling in the metal kit they had brought up, and then more nudging, feeling more gentle this time.  He changed his position several times, each time trying to find another angle in which to pierce the stuff, and every time it came to naught.  "This isn't working.  How about your toes, how much can you spread them?"

Sendra turned around and showed them, toes stretching very slightly but enough to make a very small 'web' between her largest and second toes.  "Okay, let's try there."  Sendra didn't like the thought of them having to peel the suit up off her from the bottom up, not wanting to bear herself to them even more, but she didn't see any other choice.  It only made matters worse when the one who kneeled down with the scissors glanced up at her, saw her sex at face level, and quickly looked back down.  She grit her teeth again, noticing off-handedly at the paramedic standing there was purposely looking away, but had an obvious hard-on in his slacks.

She spread her toes out as far as she could for the EMT, the scissors being placed over the web of latex.  He gripped and squeezed with the tip, then brought them up further along the latex to try and cut with a better grip, nearer to the base of the blades.  This went on for another full two minutes, when he finally drew the scissors away.  "I can't cut it.  These scissors just won't cut it."  He stood without looking at Sendra's cunny this time, putting the implement away.

Sendra finally spoke, but only got out a half-syllable as the suit again released arousal upon her without mercy.  She fell against the nearer paramedic, his arms supporting her at the shoulders, as her hips squirmed and jerked.  She tried very, very hard to not thrust, but after a full twelve seconds of the arousing current she couldn't help herself.  Sendra blushed heavily and panted as she ground her mons against the paramedic's side.  For his part he just stared helplessly at his partner, who shrugged and shook his head in awe.

Finally Sendra regained her strength, looking down and away to avoid eye contact as she pulled away from the EMT's grip and went into her bedroom.  He called out to her.  "Um, miss?  We'll have to take you to the hospital.  They'll need to find something to melt the suit off without hurting you, or something.  Do you have any spare sheets?"  Sendra couldn't respond for several moments, still mortified that she was just humping someone's leg.

"Y-yes...  Right in here."  She stood up as the paramedic came in.  "Just, just pull up these sheets and wrap one around me.  I... I hope no one is out there."  She kept herself from looking at the man by peering down out the window.  There was indeed a group of a half-dozen people down at the ambulance, talking amongst themselves.  "Great..."

They wrapped her in the sheet from knees to chin, leading her out of the front door and closing it behind them.  Sendra was too worried about all this to think about if she had keys or not.  She ducked her head down as she passed someone in the hallway, recognizing a fellow housemate, hoping the woman hadn't seen her face.  Even through the latex someone would be bound to notice who she was if they'd already met!

Sendra kept her face low as she stopped at the front door, one of the EMTs getting the ambulance and backing it up so that the rear door was as close to the building as possible.  The rush into the ambulance, as well as the ride, passed by in a blur as she mentally went over what was going to happen.  All she could remember was them taking her information from her, everything coming out as mumbles.  They were going to melt the suit off?  With what?  What was this stuff, if they couldn't cut it with scissors no matter how much they tried?  She was just glad that the arousal didn't go off once the entire trip.

They radioed ahead, and there was a wheelchair waiting for her, and with a towel over her head she was led out of the ambulance to sit on the chair, quickly wheeled through the hospital.  At least no one in the hospital would see anything but black ankles.  Sendra heard the sound of a door closing, and a curtain being drawn around her, and then the towel was removed.  She was in a hospital room, the windows covered and the room's curtain drawn around her half of the room.  "Don't worry, they said you'll have this room to yourself.  I gotta go now, good luck."  He stepped out quickly, closing the door behind him.

Sendra sat down on the end of the bed, wondering what was going to happen to her, when suddenly the tingling overcame her again.  Rolling over onto her back, she squirmed back and forth and moaned out loud, squeezing down firmly, really starting to get frustrated now.  She couldn't reach her own sex to help calm the feeling, ending up rolling onto her stomach and grinding herself against the flat surface of the bed.  Her face rubbed against the pillow, thoughts of maneuvering the pillow between her legs interrupted by a coughing sound.

"Uh, Ms. Waters, I'd like to examine you now..."  Sendra nearly flew off the bed as she curled her legs up against herself, quickly rolling onto her side.

"OH!  Oh my gosh, um.  Yeah."  She was blushing again, face nearly burning, as she licked her lips nervously and tried to stop panting.  The doctor checked her vitals first, checking her pulse at her throat, temperature in her ear, and skipping the blood pressure for now because of her arms' predicament.

"Okay, now, what have you gotten yourself into?"  Even the doctor seemed to have sprouted an erection, though he was hiding it behind a clipboard.

"Well, I.  I'm not lying, okay?  I got this in a box in the mail, and when I woke up in the morning it was on me.  It wasn't a suit, it was like... a sheet of rubber.  I didn't know what it was, and when I woke up I was trapped like this."  She hadn't breathed once during that whole explanation, staring at the doctor as if he was about to call her insane.

"Okay, well, that's very odd..."

"I'm not making this up!  I don-"  Sendra would have been getting tired of being interrupted so many times in one day, but once again she was distracted by arousal.  She whined in frustrated and threw herself onto her other side, clenching her legs together, hips rolling forward and back in place without any real aid in stopping or enhancing the arousal.  The doctor simply watched this, writing something down on his clipboard, as Sendra embarrassed herself to no end by being unable to stop herself from thrusting for a several moments.

Before Sendra could say anything, the doctor asked, "What was that, just now?  Are there... any foreign objects, inside of you?"  Sendra shook her head quickly and swallowed.

"No, the stuff, it keeps doing this to me!  I can't..."  She stopped herself from saying that she couldn't masturbate to make it better, biting her lower lip.

"Okay, well.  I'm going to go consider this, and bring back something to help.  In the meantime, you try to relax.  Lay down and I'll pull the sheets over you, I'm sure you'd rather be covered."  Sendra nodded slowly and laid out, the sheets over her a comfort.  She actually managed to feel a bit sleepy, all of this straining and worry tiring.  She was just thinking the tiredness was unusually strong for how horny she was as she slipped into sleep, before the doctor even closed the door.



Sendra woke up and, in denial, first hoped that everything had been a dream.  She didn't even open her eyes at first, until she couldn't help it.  Sighing explosively, the first thing she noticed was the black sheen off the top of her breasts.  The next thing was that she was on her back, the sheet missing off of her, probably tossed off in her sleep.

Her thoughts on this were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.  A nurse came in, female thankfully for Sendra, wheeling in a cart with a tub of warm, soapy water on top.  She picked up the sponge and smiled.  "I'm Jen, and I'm here to give you a sponge bath.  The doctor said the latex should be clean for the testing, and since you were in the suit overnight we don't know exactly how it's been contaminated."  Sendra nodded slowly and sighed.

"Okay.  At least you're not a guy, right?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  Your boyfriend do this to you?  Some sort of bondage thing, right?"

"Oh, no, no.  It's a ... story.  I don't want to go into it, okay?"  She smiled weakly.

The nurse waved a hand.  "No, that's fine, I'm not going to be nosey."  Just as Jen dipped the sponge into the water, Sendra's suit went off again.  The nurse stood there, watching Sendra moan and squirm, rocking her hips.  "Oh, are you okay?!  The doctor said..."

"No!  Don't... get..."  Sendra thrust her hips up into the air, toes curling and splaying intermittently, until the stimulation finally stopped again.  Several moments later Sendra was lying still, panting.  "Oh... okay...  I'm all right.  Just, just get this over with."  She looked down at herself, nipples harder than she'd ever seen them, practically pointing at Jen.

"If you say so."  The sponge was applied to Sendra's stomach and moved in slow circles, moving upward.  As it stroked underneath her breasts she noticed the latex wasn't reducing the feelings hardly at all, actually seeming to enhance the touches.  Licking her lips, Sendra insisted on not feeling any pleasure from this, just wanting it to be over with as quickly as possible.

As the sponge grazed over her right nipple Sendra tensed and turned her head to the side, resisting the urge to arch up against the feeling.  As her left nipple got the same, circular attention, she couldn't help but arch this time.  The sponge disappeared a moment and Sendra opened her eyes, to see Jen's hand coming back without the sponge.  Sendra's eyes opened wide as a thumb and forefinger wrapped around her left nipple, squeezing it gently, rolling it between them.  She moaned and clenched her eyes tightly shut.

"You smell so good..."  Jen almost sounded hypnotized, mumbling the words out under her breath, as she grasped both of Sendra's nipples and began giving rhythmic pinches, too gentle to hurt, but the suit's enhancing of the sensations making her moan with each pinch.  And to top it all off, the suit's arousal factor kicked in once again!  Nipples being rolled quickly, pulled away from her body, pinched more tightly, her sex squeezing down on the emptiness inside of her that her mind was fantasizing about being full of something else entirely, Sendra writhed on the bed.

"JEN!"  Both of the women jumped in place and froze, eyes opening as the doctor from before saw them.  The nurse's hands jerked away quickly as Sendra panted heavily, blushing even more than she knew she could, turning away from the doctor.  "Jen, get out of here, right now!  What did you think you were doing?!"  He lead her out by the arm, Jen seeming to be coming out of a dream as she nearly tripped over the cart she had brought with her.

Left alone to her own thoughts, Sendra found concentration difficult.  The suit wasn't pushing her anymore, but it seemed to be leaving her with a constant, very slight effect.  Her arousal was barely going away, staying at a quiet, simmering level that left her daydreaming about her vibrator back home.  She wasn't even considering getting out of the suit now, her hips slowly squirming in place as she considered how large the lump in the doctor's pants had been.  Her nipples still wouldn't soften.

It had to have been less than an hour when a different doctor came in, with his own clipboard.  "I'm Dr. Jeffries, Sendra, and we need to take you to get a gynecological checkup.  I've heard that you keep getting something in your vagina which is bothering you, and we need to check for any foreign objects."  Sendra's eyes were wide as she considered this, not wanting them to discover how aroused she was, but then the knowledge that the sheath would hide any of her feminine liquids from notice left her relieved.

"If... if the doctor said so."

"Good.  Lay back and relax, I'm going to cover you with your sheet and wheel you out to the room."  The sides of the bed came up and the doctor slipped Sendra's sheet completely over her body.  There was motion, the sound of the door, and then the quiet murmur of the hospital around her as Sendra was taken to her new room.  The door was closed behind her and then the sheet removed.  The side of the bed was taken down and Dr. Jeffries helped Sendra sit, then stand.  The room was mostly taken over by the presence of a large padded table in the center, with stirrups placed for examinations.  "Onto the table, please."  The doctor helped her to sit on the table, Sendra then rolling onto the table and leaving her legs in place.  She wasn't going to present herself to anyone until the doctor insisted.

That didn't take very long, actually.  "Okay, now, raise your right ankle."  He grasped the limb and helped to lift it, placing it onto the stirrup and using a thick strap to bind it in place.  "This is necessary because it says on your chart you squirm a lot when these phenomenon occur."  Sendra nodded slowly, licking her lips nervously, as the other leg was similarly lifted.  That ankle was strapped into place in the same exact way.  And, suddenly, many things happened, all in the same moment as her ankle binding in place.

A thick rubber shape suddenly shoved itself into Sendra's mouth, filling it almost to the back of her throat, and so wide she couldn't open her mouth any further or close it at all.  The suit around her eyes expanded to spread directly over them, closing her eyelids and keeping them trapped that way, blocking every last bit of light.  The sheath in her pussy, as well as the one in her ass that she hadn't even thought about, began to hum very softly as if filled with weak vibrators.  And, unknown to both the doctor and Sendra, the suit released the same mixture of pheromones that had lulled Jen into molesting her earlier.  Before those could take effect on him, and without Jeffries noticing what had happened, he stepped out of the room to get a nurse to help him.

Sendra immediately began to groan, both in pleasure and at the doctor, but the door quickly closed behind him, leaving her alone in the room.  Her hips gyrated madly as she thrust herself into the air, body twisting back and forth as she tried seriously, for the first time since that morning, to get her arms free of the suit.  Sendra was overcome with the thought of shoving her fingers into herself, grunting against her gag as she thrust into the air without any effect.  She couldn't pull her legs together far enough to roll over, actually unable to move enough to do anything that could possibly help her.

Unknown to the hapless victim of the suit, a nearby fire had brought a dozen emergency cases to the hospital, and the first one that came in had run directly into Dr. Jeffries.  Before he could get out of the way he ended up being shoved directly into a wall and getting knocked out.  In the hustle of getting Jeffries out of the way and the burn victims safe, the knowledge that Sendra was in the gynecology room was completely forgotten.  Since the event with Jen had occurred there had been a notice placed on Sendra's chart for no one to check on Sendra except the original doctor who had checked on her, Dr. Jiles.

Meanwhile, the programming in the suit that had been set up continued.  As soon as she had been bound in place the rigid cock-sheath had entered her mouth, leaving it available for any male to use as they willed.  Her blinding had also been part of that event, and now that she was still bound the continual-binding programming progressed.  The next bout of suit-induced arousal that occurred cause the two sheaths within Sendra's sex and rear to begin moving in a very slow thrusting movement, retracting two inches, then pushing themselves back in four inches, repeating this indefinitely.  Sendra began to chew on the gag in her mouth, squeezing down with her lower muscles every few seconds, trying to enhance the stimulations.

Since she was still bound, the next arousal-event in the programming was set off.  This time, her clit was engulfed by some sort of miniscule tendril of the latex, curled around it twice, and then begin to twist back and forth as if someone was rolling her clit, slowly.  It was all slow and paced, measured out to increase arousal incessantly without allowing climax, and Sendra was starting to realize this in some small, scared part of her mind that could still think.

Still, she wasn't found.  No one was looking for her to be found.  Dr. Jeffries was unconscious and since the room wasn't used for anything but gynecology, and few of those doctors were in that day, Sendra was still not found.  The next bout of programming caused her nipples to be engulfed by strong mouths, which unlike the rest of her body, were now being suckled firmly, repeatedly, and without any pauses.  Her nipples were the major erogenous zone least likely to get her off, so they were given full treatment.  This didn't help Sendra's predicament at all, and she was nearly screaming into her gag now in sexual torment.  The suit and gag combined to make nothing but a whispery grunting sound escaping Sendra's body.

There were no more levels for the continual-binding event, so this is how Sendra stayed for over two hours, bucking her hips without any friction possible to her sex, grinding her ass against the floor not helping her in the slightest.  She couldn't see it, but her latexed nipples were literally bobbing alternately up into the air as the feeling of suction squeezed over them.  Her clit was standing out from her hood, being slowly shifted from side to side as it was fiddled with.  Her arms were tired from jerking them behind her back, and yet she hadn't budged them an inch.  It was hopeless.



Sendra was in a daze, a trance caused by the continuous, unchanging stimulation, when she suddenly felt palms atop her thighs.  At contact to her body the suit stopped all of its ministrations, causing the bound woman to thrash quite a bit.  The absence of all that pleasure was almost painful, and she couldn't help but groan needily.  The person between her thighs had a different idea about what to do with her, and her struggling didn't deter them one bit.

There was pressure against Sendra's ass, some nudging and shifting, and before she could react to what was about to happen someone's cock was shoved several inches into her.  Her initial thought was that it would hurt, quite a bit since she'd never tried anal sex at all, but the suit was heavily lubricated in there, and also seemed to be either blocking her pain or making her much more elastic.  There wasn't a bit of discomfort as the male continued leaning into her, hilting himself into her ass, and she actually found it pleasant to a degree.  It was definitely less intense than the horrible teasing of the suit, but also better than just being left alone in her room.

The man, an intern at the hospital, didn't pause for more than a moment before he began a firm rhythm of thrusting, taking her ass like a man driven, squeezing her hips with his hands.  Sendra found herself moaning softly to herself, enjoying it like some sort of itch was being scratched, yet not actually bringing her anywhere near orgasm.  She had never felt something this soothing, like someone was giving her what she'd wanted her whole life.  There was a good reason why she was feeling like this.

As the intern shot his load into Sendra he was wracked with spasms, having the most powerful, and last, orgasm of his life.  Suddenly the latex on Sendra's body shot up his arms, engulfing him to the elbow in the blink of an eye.  It spread quickly over his clothing and bare skin, the former being transformed into latex and tightened down, the latter being simply coated directly over.  He couldn't seem to move throughout the entire process, a paralytic in his system making him helpless.

Just before it wore off, the man's arms were drug around behind his back and froze into a position just like Sendra's.  Then he was free, and quite panicked, though still completely hard.  The suit wouldn't let him soften, despite his fear, and as he butted his shoulder against the door and shouted his shaft bounced lightly up and down.  If the man had known what opening the door would cause, he might have needed a moment to decide if he wanted to call for help or not.

The pheromones in the room, built up for almost two and a half hours, were suddenly released into the hospital as a nurse opened the door for the trapped intern.  Without any hesitation, just as the man hadn't stopped for a moment to consider what he was doing to Sendra, the nurse tore off her clothes and knocked the suited male to the ground.  People all over the hospital started sprouting erections and nearly drooling fluids as the pheromones spread, the nurse grinding herself down on the male.  Many people were inexorably drawn to the two suited people, the source of the aphrodisiacs, and soon both of them had all of their orifices filled with cocks.

Sendra had never felt this good before, so whole and complete, as the suit's programming made her feel like spreading the suit to others was the best thing in the world.  Better yet, now that she was getting vigorously pumped into in her pussy, she was actually starting to get driven toward the climax she'd been waiting all day to get.  Suckling hungrily on the man fucking her face, Sendra rolled her hips toward the man atop her, the one riding her sex, while the man standing and taking her ass simply used the rhythm set by the others.

Sendra's mouth was freed as a man suddenly started to wander around, dazed and suited, who was immediately pounced by two women who had just been in a 69 together on the floor.  Her mouth was almost immediately filled by another cock which she immediately began to suck on as well.  The man in her ass finished, and was replaced, and a woman who had been fingering herself while rubbing up against Sendra found herself getting suited over as well.  Contact with the latex during climax was the only condition for being converted.  Sendra was completely oblivious to all of this, as she neared her own orgasm.

And yet, she didn't reach it.  And she couldn't seem to care about it.  All that mattered was that she was getting used, helping to change people, and her need to orgasm was more like a thought in the back of her mind than a need.  The number of suited people began to outweigh those who were free, and people began to wander down staircases, any knowledge that they were spreading the 'disease' erased from their mind by the very agent of their downfall.  Floor by floor, the hospital became a sea of latexed people, the sick actually being healed by the suits as they were engulfed, the elderly becoming energetic and fully active.  There was no discrimination in who the suiting took.  Only eunuchs could escape unscathed.

All across the world this repeated, hospitals overflowing with the suited, men and women rutting in the streets outside of those hospitals, cities filling with those looking for help, or sex, or both.  Any of those who didn't immediately want to seek help, out of embarrassment or somehow escaping brainwashing, were eventually overtaken with lust and would seek out some relief.  Those in protected environments, such as disease control centers and the like, were the only ones to escape the predicament.  The heads of governments hid in bunkers deep underground, their top scientists trying to find a cure.

And Sendra, like many men and women around the world restrained in some way or another, eventually found that there was no one left around them to change, no one around to fulfill their urge of procreating the "species."  Alone, bound, gagged, and blinded, Sendra moaned in arousal and terror as the suit began it's programming again, starting with the light vibrations.



In high orbit around Earth, the Siz'tathi invasion force watched their monitors, taking census sweeps now and then to gauge the number of those infected, preparing to send down dozens of swift strikes to wipe out every nuclear site in the world.  They didn't want some crazy human making the world uninhabitable for both themselves and the invaders.  And the tyrant of the reptilian species sat on his throne in the imperial cruiser, grinning to himself.  He had personally selected the women who had been first suited, and was awaiting the combination of conquest and the additions to his gallery.

He had dozens of holo-monitors up around his throne, though he was concentrating on one alone:  Sendra, in her room, fucking the air needily and grunting as loud as she could into her gag.  She was his favorite, and would spend her entire life trapped in whatever positions he wished to place her, almost always blind and gagged, but sometimes with her mouth released so he could fuck someone else as he listened to her beg for release.  The Emperor couldn't wait.

Glee Silverwind 2003

Skinny Teen in Latex catsuit!

Rubber story! I love it!! Web find.

Author: alm2009

At first the voice made me horny.  All I wanted was to try a hot rubber scene.  But as soon as I pulled the suit on, the voice spoke to me.  It told me to stare at myself in the mirror.  I stood before the mirror.  Eventually I took the suit off.  But the voice remained.  While I worked it whispered in my head about needing to put my gear on.  Needing to be in rubber.  Whenever I saw a mirror, I saw myself absorbed by the rubber, possessed by it.

I would get home, and the voice would tell me that I needed to be plugged, how much happier I would be with my hole filled like it should be.  I began to put it in as soon as I got home.  I would be plugged whenever I was home.  The last thing I would do before leaving would be to remove it.

At work, I would be in the restroom, and I would hear the voice telling me I should be plugged always.  So I started wearing my plug always.  I was was hornier that way.  I would only remove it as needed - to make sure my hole was clean and ready to refill.

I was more productive at work.  I was happier than I’d been.

I kept seeing myself in rubber in every mirror I’d pass.  The voice would go on “You are a rubberboy - why aren’t you in rubber?  I’d get home and my ass would throb thinking of rubber… So I said to myself, fuck it, and started wearing rubber at home.

I would get geared up, relax, hard as a rock, eat my food, watch tv, clean the house - all while wearing my rubber suit.  At the end of the night I would have a wank, clean myself off, then fall asleep in my rubber.  In the morning, I would get up, shower with it on, remove my suit while showering, hang it to dry and head off to work.

The voice wouldn’t stop.  You should be in your gear.  It makes you feel so good doesn’t it?  You’re a rubberboy.  You NEED to be in rubber all the time.

I was wearing my plug all the time already and it wasn’t hurting my work, but I was worried about doing more than that.  But I thought maybe there’s a middle ground.  I decided to buy a sleeveless catsuit…this way I wouldn’t have to worry about sweat running down my arms at work…  Yeah - that would do it.  The voice was quiet as I searched on my computer for the right gear.  It didn’t seem to have an opinion on brand, color, or style.  But I knew what I needed had to be black, heavy, and tight,

The voice knew I needed to feel enclosed in my gear.

The new suit arrived surprisingly quickly.  I had also bought a larger plug without even thinking about it.

My routing grew accordingly.  Wake up.  Shower. Remove plug.  Clean fullsuit.  Clean plug. Clean self.  Do calisthenics and such while naked.  Reinsert plug. Put on sleeveless suit.  Go to work.

All the while I was happy and horny.  I didn’t need to socialize. I didn’t care about other people.  Just my work, and my gear, and my routine. And the voice.  Always the voice.  I would find myself rubbing my crotch during the day at work.  Enjoying it being trapped an unreachable under my rubber. I’d find myself clenching my butt around the plug, gently fucking myself now and again during the day.  I’d enjoy the feeling of the precum dribbling out of my dick under the rubber, lubricating it.

It was some time before I realized just how scheduled this behavior really was.

And the voice kept me company all along. 

I would take care of the necessities of life geared in rubber. I paid my billed, cooked my food, surfed the web, watched tv, all while wearing my rubber suit.  The voice told me I didn’t need television.  I spent more time on rubber sites.  I started writing rubber stories. and I never stroked my uncovered dick. I would get off…but only under my rubber.  The voice told me to order heavy rubber gloves.  I ordered them.  I ordered a larger plug.  The voice told me when to piss.  When to shower. When to exercise.

I was becoming dependent on it. The only time it wasn’t whispering to me was when I was naked between suits.

And the silence was deafening.  I NEEDED to be in rubber.  I NEEDED the Voice in my head.

I would pull the zip tab of the suit up and the Voice would tell me “Good boy.  Good rubberboy.” And I would answer “I’m a good boy.  I’m a good rubberboy.”  And my head would swim and my mind would open up and the Voice would talk to me once more.

The Voice demanded a rubber sheath for my cock under my rubber suit. I wore a rubber sheath.  My cock stayed harder longer in the sheath.

The Voice directed me to suck the cum out of the sheath every time I shot now. My routine had this occurring once weekly at this point.  Monday morning before showering.

The Voice spoke of rubber socks encasing my feet at all time.  My feet disappeared under thick rubber socks.  I learned to enjoy the sweat pooling up inside them.

The Voice told me that rubber covered feet should be in rubber boots whenever possible.  I procured rubber riding boots and wore them once I walked in the door to my home.

Whenever I was at home the Voice had be online cruising rubber sites. Living more and more in this mysterious ethereal rubber world it had growing in my head and less and less in the real world.

The Voice told me my hands needed to be controlled by rubber.  I bought heavy rubber gloves that went on right after my rubber boots.

I was looking more and more like the vision of myself that the Voice would show me in the mirror.  I was thinner. I was more muscular. I looked more and more anonymous and less and less individual.

The Voice needed my hole filled deeper and more full, so an even larger plug was bought.

The Voice commanded that my body be more tightly constrained, so a harness was procured.

My productivity at work continued to rise as I focused more and more singularly on serving my company’s needs.  I processed forms faster.  I suggested improvements to procedures.  I took direction with enthusiasm and ease.  And the Voice reminded me that I was a good unit; a good rubber unit.  And my mind would twist, and I would hear myself say “I’m a good unit.  I’m a good rubber unit.”  And my cock with twitch in near orgasm and more precum would flow into my rubber suit.

And I would strip, and I would wear my suit and I would wear my boots, and I would wear my gloves and I would wear my harness.  And the voice would say ‘You’re a good unit. a good rubber unit.”  And I hear myself repeating “I’m a good unit.  I’m a good rubber unit.” And my cock throbs, and squirts more precum in my sheath.

And I eat.  And I sit at the computer and look at pics, and look at vids, and read stories, and write stories, and record videos, and record pics.  And sleep.  And listen to the Voice.

And the Voice showed me the mirror.  And I was almost as I should be.  I knew what was needed.  And I placed the order.  And I changed into my worksuit, and my work clothes, and my work shoes, and went to work, and I was a good unit, a good rubber unit.  And the Voice kept me horny and focused and my mind drifted while my body worked.  And I arrived home.  And the package was waiting by the apartment door.

And the Voice said. “Yes.  Take the package like the good unit you are.  Bring it inside.”

And I brought it inside.  And I stripped and I cleaned and I wore my home suit, and I wore my home socks, and I wore my home boots, and I wore my home harness, and I ate, and I sat at the computer.  And the voice spoke to me.  And I forgot about the box.

And I slept.

And I woke.

And I went to the mirror.

And the Voice showed me myself as I was.

And the image was the me I should be.

And I came in my sheath.

And the Voice said “Good unit.  Good rubber unit.”

And I said “I’m a good unit. I’m a good rubber unit.”

And the Voice said “Yes…and now you are ready.”

And I froze.  And the Voice became large and empty and beautiful and black.

And I shot again.

And simply was.

And then was no more.

Jean Bardot