Book Chapter - The Kitten Suit - 10/10/21 (Patreon)

Niray, a 25-year-old office worker had just come home from another boring shift at her accounting office. Wasting no time, she dropped her bag along with a package she had received at her front door, and proceeded to walk straight to her room. Upon reaching her bed, she threw off her uniform coat and bowtie, collapsing on the sheets of her bed with a heavy sigh. With her face deep in the comfy sheets of her bed, she gowned out of pure frustration, exhausted at the mere thought of going back to work the next day. Niray’s job wasn’t difficult by any stretch, but recently it’s felt far more monotonous. Long hours of counting, reporting, numbers, more reporting… it was mind-numbing and boring.

Dulled at the thought, she thought back to how her workplace used to be, when her old boss Taio was still in charge. Taio was in his early 30s, had short brown hair, a bit of beard shadow on his face, and a very soothing voice with a British accent. Not only did he run a tight and productive office, he always knew how to make the workplace just a little bit better with his charms and positive attitude. Taio would remember everyone’s names, knew how to motivate his employees, he was just an overall confident and well put together man. However, when he left for a position at a private company, things just went downhill. The boss who replaced him was grumpy, a bit misogynistic, and didn’t even seem like he wanted to be there. And because of the new bosses’ incompetence, their department had been declining in productivity, resulting in lower salaries.

Shaking her head, she quickly thought back to her old boss again, and how pleasant it would be to visit him at his office, if not just for a little bit of flirting. The young woman giggled as she rolled onto her back, the thought of Taio smooth and flirty sweet-talking cheering her up a bit. Taking a deep breath, she sat up from her bed and walked back over to the front door where she left the package she received. Picking it up, she brought it back over to her room where she took her time ripping off the tape before opening the top. Seeing what was inside, a wide gleeful smile spread across her face, seeing some kind of plastic-wrapped packet inside, with a letter from Taio left on top. It took her a few moments to process what she was seeing before squealing with joy, and just when she had him on her mind.

Wasting no time she opened the envelope, taking out a letter with a picture of a sleeping cat on the cover. When she opened the letter it simply wrote “to kitten, Love Taio.” with the tiny heart scribbled next to it. Her cheeks turning pink, Niray’s heart thumped in her chest as she held the letter close to her chest. “Ohhh you dog. ❤️” she chuckled. Tossing the letter aside, she reached down and scooped the packet out of the box. The packet was brown, and there was some subtle creaking from inside as she handled it in her palms. Opening the packet, she indeed found some kind of clear shiny material inside, curiously, she ripped the remaining paper off and held the material in her hand as it unraveled before her. Nirays jaw dropped as her chest thumped like a jackhammer. In her hands, danging before her was some kind of transparent full-body catsuit.

The surface looked shiny and reflective, like well-polished rubber, about as thin as the gloves she used for washing dishes. But rather than rubber, it looked more like some kind of soft PVC, as there seemed to be some flexibility in the material as she held it in her hands. The gloves and feet of the costume seemed to be shaped like mitts, with the little round inflatable pads on the palms and soles. But what stood out to her were the two pointy cat ears on the top of the hood, and a deflated tail on the back. Her cheeks blushing bright pink, a nervous smile spread across her face with her tiny shivering giggle. Niray had seen tweets of some of her favorite latex models wearing catsuits just like the one she was holding, and now, she finally had one all for herself. Dropping the suit on the bed, she wasted no time flinging her clothes off as fast as she could, shirt, blouse, skirt, socks, and undies flying in every which way until she was completely nude.

In her excitement, she even forgot to close the blinds on her window, though since she lived on the top floor of a six-story apartment building, she wouldn’t have minded. With all her clothes out of the way, she bent over her bed and took a nice long look at the transparent catsuit. With its taut but stretchy material, she could only imagine how nice and take it would feel while putting it on. The young woman’s breathing became heavy, nearly drooling at the sight of the revealing catsuit. Niray wanted to put it on so badly, but she didn’t want to rush it. This would be her first experience wearing something so sexy, and she wanted to savor the moment. Taking a deep breath, she turned the suit over, looking for a zipper of some kind. Instead, she found what appeared to be a barely visible seam on the back.

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Pinching it with her fingers, she found that it easily peeled open, but when letting it go it seem to snap back together, like some kind of adhesive magnet. Niray was incredibly impressed with this design, she’s never seen anything like it. And then occurred to her that she had never found out where her old boss moved to work, leading her to think that perhaps he might be the CEO of some kind of latex fashion design company or something. The very idea made her chest feel all tingly, thinking of all the kinds of sexy outfits and attire that her all the bus could’ve chosen to send her. Realizing that her imagination was getting the best of her, she shook her head and refocused on the suit in front of her. Opening the seam in the back, she eagerly brought it down to her feet as she slipped her left leg into the smooth slippery plastic.

The young woman shivered at the costume’s touch, it wasn’t too rigid and made it super easy for her leg to fit into the sleeve-like stocking. When her leg was more than halfway in, she could really feel the plastic squeeze down around her calf, but at the same time stretching in molding to fit her foot until it was all the way in. It wasn’t too tight, it didn’t constrict her leg at all, it was like it was perfectly fitted to her measurements. Without further ado she put her other leg in as well then pulling the costume up to her waist squeezing her thighs and pelvis into the costume is it molded to her lower half. Tilting her head up with her eyes closed shot, the young woman let out a meek moan as the suit hugged her up to her waist. It felt absolutely heavenly, like a second skin wrapping over her legs.

Looking down at herself, she noticed how perfect a plastic looked, without so much as a wrinkle on its surface, seamlessly glimmering in the light of her bedroom. With how smooth and thin the transparent costume was, it almost looked like her own skin was made of latex. Putting her hand on her thigh, she gave her leg a soft squeeze, hearing the plastic squeak as she ran her palm down the soft material. It felt amazing, still able to feel through the thin PVC as if it really was part of her skin. It was as comfy as a spandex stocking, and she couldn’t wait to put on the rest. With a and eager smile, she continued pulling the suit up as it slid over her belly, shivering with bliss as the soft plastic continue to envelop her body. As she pulled the suit up, she could feel the seam in the back sealing up behind her, allowing her to slip the outfit on and her leisure.

The young woman was so relieved that she didn’t have to worry about pesky zipper to deal with, making the fitting of the catsuit so much more pleasurable. Pulling it up right up under her bosom, she pulled the suit’s left shoulder hole up with her right hand and slid her right arm into the sleeve, proving to be just as easy as the stockings were. As expected a plastic clung to her hand like a glove without any resistance or trouble whatsoever. Rubbing her fingers together, the gloves felt so smooth on her hands, with so little friction it was like jelly lotion. There was something so oddly satisfying about the suit’s slippery smooth surface, like putting lotion on squeezing dough in her hands, not to mention just how amazing it felt. Without further ado, she slipped her other hand in the sleeve as well before pulling the plastic up over her breasts.

Niray moaned softly under her breath, feeling the plastic gently squeeze her as it fit it over her bosom. The plastic was cool with a bit of firmness to it, but just soft and elastic enough to make her breasts feel comfortable. Finally, she looked down at her self body underneath all of the shiny transparent plastic. It really did make her form look like a shiny silhouette of itself, giving her skin a smooth shiny sheen without so much as a wrinkle or fold. And despite its skintight fit, it didn’t give her an uncomfortable camel toe or let her nipples stick, making her look almost like a rubber doll. Already she had the urge to touch herself, but she didn’t want to ruin the immersion, reaching up as she prepared to pull the hood over her head. Her heart was thumping like a pile driver, and she couldn’t stop smiling, it was so exciting, just one last piece and she’d be completely inside.

Aside from the cat ears, the hood seemed completely featureless, leaving her curious to how the final results would look. With that, she pulled the hood over her head, stretching just enough to slip over her face as the seam slowly sealed up her neck. Pulling her face against the plastic, she found that she could breathe perfectly fine, assuming that there were small nose holes near her nostrils. Fortunately, the mask allowed her face just enough room to open her eyes, slightly adjusting the hood around her head as the slit behind her sealed up over her neck. And with that, she was finally wearing the suit completely, fitted and head to toe in tight but soft PVC. With another shiver, she fidgeted about, moving her arms and legs around to find no hindrance whatsoever from the tight plastic. The suit moved with her every movement, without so much of a crinkle or a creak, it felt almost as if she was wearing some kind of bodystocking.