STORY: Damn! Where is the Zipper? Interlude (Patreon)

Lara's Latex Dollification (+18)

Part 1

Lara was upset, deeply so. She had arrived home at the student flat where she lived. The first thing she saw, were several items of her flatmate's clothing on the floor. She was fed up, and was ready to tell that spoiled narcissist slob, that she lived together with other people and that they didn't want to find her clothes lying all over the flat again.

Going to her flatmate's room, Lara discovered Paris lying on the floor of the room. Locked inside a tight latex suit, something Lara did not know, she writhed on the floor. At first Lara thought Paris was trying to break free, having accidentally trapped herself, that she was fighting to escape. Lara, seeing no holes, thought she might be suffocating. Her first impulse was to help Paris escape, so she checked the entire suit for an opening, an edge or a zipper, finding none. Paris wouldn't keep still, she kept reacting and bouncing when Lara tried to turn her or pull her arms away. It soon became clear that Paris could neither see nor hear. The more Lara explored the surface of the suit, the more she realized that Paris wasn't fighting to get out of that suit. When she finally stopped trying to help, Lara realized that Paris was moaning. Her hands went to her latex covered crotch and she began to stroke herself and it looked like she way searching for something or pressing on something. The young woman was shocked, when she heard a distant buzzing sound, coming from Paris' crotch. It was then that she realized what was going on and at the same time she wondered how Paris was able to put on a suit, which apparently had no way of dressing or undressing. Disgusted by Paris' behaviour and at the same time curious, she marveled how it was possible.

When having a fleeting glance over to the bed, she saw a bag with the logo of a brand she had never seen before, "YOUR SIN".

Curious, she slid her hands over the suit again, playfully now. It was soft to the touch, it felt like the latex of the gloves she used in their lab. But this latex had a more exquisite touch and its finish was elegant and with a shine as if it were black ink with green glitter. Lara knew she should be disgusted, that she was fondling the woman she'd rather not have as a flatmate, while she was clearly enjoying some kinky masturbation. But for some reason, she couldn't stop stroking her. What's more, Lara decided to take a little revenge on her messy flatmate. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to play with another girl, this would be her chance.

Unknown to Lara, inside the suit Paris struggled to reach her orgasm. Lara's two hands begin to caress her flatmate, her lips kissing and sucking on Paris' nipples, her naughty tongue sliding over various parts of Paris' body. Lara put her face against Paris', her breasts pressed against hers, her fingers entwined with hers. Later Lara threatened biting Paris in her most intimate and sensitive area The reaction was immediate. Lara realized that Paris had an orgasm like she had never experienced before. Paris was knocked unconscious by that violent discharge of pleasure and then ... the suit finally unblocked, not that Lara noticed. After checking on Paris Lara left the room, highly aroused. She went to her own room, thinking about Paris' orgasm. When she got there, she undressed and started playing with herself, imagining herself in that suit. Her orgasm, although quite nice, was nothing compared to the one she had just witnessed.

Weeks passed. Paris had left the flat and gone to live with her new boyfriend. Lara on the other hand, fought against her curiosity to find out more about the suit, it slowly became a desire, even if it was something too morbid to contemplate. And it was one day, when she had nothing better to do, that she gave in and looked on the internet where that store might be. The store "YOUR SIN" had a website, but the online shop part was still "under construction". However on the website there was published the whole catalog of the garments that were for sale. Unlike with other clothing brands, this was a one-size-fits-all type shop, and the store guaranteed that each garment would fit the wearer perfectly. Lara was amazed at the wide variety of clothes, outfits and suits offered, not counting the various accessories.

And suddenly there was one that caught her attention. It was her favorite color, deep purple, tailored zentai style, it had a black panties included, with a built-in dildo and a corset also in black. The hood of the suit, had a mask incorporated and on the forehead something that looked like an emblem. At the height of the chest, the fabric feigned a transparent cleavage that gave it heightened sensuality, and the fingerparts of the gloves were black.

Lara's heart began to pound, she didn't know why but she wanted the suit. . . well, that was at best a half-truth. She wanted to show herself to Paris in an outfit similar to hers, and prove that she had a better body. So Lara's eyes took a good look at the bottom of the website, then she wrote down the store's address on her smartphone's Galileo navigator and was surprised that it was only a ten-minute walk away.

Barely an hour later Lara was back at the flat. She held the bag with her new suit tightly between her arms and chest. As she closed the door she called out to her roommates. None of them answered and she said thank you in her mind. Lara didn't want to wait until the weekend, when everyone went home to their parents' houses, to try it on. She felt mischievously excited, and something about her childish "me more than you" attitude made her feel very good. Surely none of her companions would be back until dinner time. That gave her plenty of time to try on the suit. She'd act as usual, put the "Studying" sign on the door, lock herself in her room and play classical music. That way none of her flatmates would suspect what she was doing.

Lara undressed and threw the contents of the bag on the bed, put aside the complement parts, took a quick look at the suit manual. . . that she quickly put aside without finishing to read it and as it could not be otherwise, took the purple suit. And as she lifted it up, she realized that the suit was about seven inches shorter than she was. As she unzipped the front of the suit, Lara felt butterflies in her stomach. The more she opened it the more intense the sensation became and the harder it was to stop the process that she had begun. A rubbery scent began to emanate from the suit. There was something strange about that smell. . . it wasn't like the smell of her lab gloves, and it was different from the exotic smell that Paris' suit had given off.

The anxious young woman discovered that the suit's inner tissue was not like the outside. It was as like touching something orcanic, as if covered with something gelatinous, like a muscle. . . Lara inserted her hand, exploring a little more the interior of the suit, and when she withdrew it, it was stained with something oily, thick and more slippery than vaseline.

Lara rubbed her fingers together to feel the substance on her skin. It was different from anything she had ever touched. Then instinctively, she moved her hand to her nose and managed to recognize a smell like spring-flower-oil. With each inspiration, Lara thought she could recognize another type of scent, more exotic flowers.

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Part 2

Intoxicated by the inner fragrance, Lara decided it was time to put on her suit. She tried to put both legs into their respective suitlegs at once and pull up the suit, but realized, given the dimensions of the suit, that this way she would fight to much with the suit. So she decided to go with one leg first. The sleeve of the trousers seemed to be getting more and more frosted and by the time she reached the ankle she didn't think she would be able to get her foot into the sock of the suit. She pulled, and struggled, moving her foot in every possible direction, gaining a few centimeters at a time with each effort, until with a muffled "plob", her foot was in place. It felt like it was swimming in the goo that coated the inside of the suit. Lara made some movements with her foot and leg, while enjoying how they looked with that purple latex color.

Quickly she continued with another leg, and it was then that she realized, that there was something hidden inside the suit. Lara reached in and discovered something, which at first looked like some kind of tentacle. When she bent down and looked at it closer, she saw that it was a kind of rigid membrane and to her surprise. . . it was a protective tube, condom type, like the vagina of the suit. . . Lara was speechless, she hadn't noticed this detail, she didn't remember reading this in. . . well, the truth be told, she hadn't bothered to read all the characteristics of the suit. Before she finished putting on the other leg of the suit, Lara explored the groin area. And had a pleasant surprise to discover that, well camouflaged in the design, there was a hole and then she realized. . . the panties had a dildo for a reason. She laughed at herself, tapping her head, thinking, that's what happens to you for not reading the specifications. Maybe that's what the shop owner had tried to explain to her before she had interrupted her, because she was in such a hurry. Now she resumed her effort to dress the suit, repeating the same tactic as before. And when she finally had her foot in place, she continued to stretch the material over her legs higher and higher, dressing up to her thighs.

When she was about to put the tentacle into her. . . A knock at the door interrupted her. It came from her flatmates.

- Lara! Pajama Party at Patrice's house !

Startled, Lara first made a sharp movement, then brought her hand to her mouth to silence her muffled scream even more, while biting her fist. She froze as she realized her precarious situation. She had thrust that piece all the way inside her at once, now feeling that slimy-textured intruder deep inside her sex.

Then she looked at her music player, and realized that in her haste she hadn't turned it on. Trying to control everything she was feeling at that moment, with a voice bordering on trembling, she was still able to say "Studying", as she hopped over to the mp3 player and pressed the play button and waited, cursing, for her roommates to leave.

- Ok bye!! (What a nerd!)

Lara listened from behind the door, until all her flatmates had left. Her heart was beating as if she had run a marathon. Lara looked at the door, and realized that she had forgotten to turn the lock on the doorknob. She didn't even want to imagine what would have happened if her roommates had opened the door. So after pulling the waist of the suit up, she slowly walked to the door to turn the latch.

Lara waited for a while, sitting on her bed, not realizing what her hands were doing. Her gaze was lost somewhere on the wall where the door to her room was. From time to time she looked back at the doorknob, when due to the wet feeling and the heat she was feeling, she realized that she was playing with the lips of the suit.

She raised her hand and saw on the two fingers she was touching herself with, a substance covering the tips of those fingers. She looked at it in surprise, with her thumb rubbing the oily substance between her fingers. This substance thickened as it heated up and became sticky, leaving little fingers where the thumb passed through and when the fingers were separated. Curious, she sniffed her fingers, and a smell of delicious flower oil filled her nostrils. Evidently she didn't know that it was lotus flower oil that she smelled, but she was definitely won over by it. A smile, a big grin, tugged at her lips as she savored that moment that was still a mixture of excitement and fear. It was a feeling she hadn't explored much, but it definitely encouraged her to keep wearing that suit.

Lara kept pulling up the suit, feeling it dragging with all the tedium from her waist upwards. She could feel it, that part inside her move every time she kept pulling. Especially when she stuck her arm in the first sleeve. And after struggling for a while, just like with the ankle of the suit, she was able to put her hand inside the glove. Then Lara stood in front of the mirror that was hanging on one of the walls. Admiring herself, she slipped her other arm into the suit, but this time even more slowly. Watching as her arm filled and gave life to the inert tissue. Enjoying the cool, damp sensation she felt inside the suit, and reveling in the feeling of it getting hotter.

Then she struck a power girl pose, and with a seductive smile began to zip up her zipper, while repeating to herself over and over again how good the outfit looked on her and how envious Paris would be, wherever she had moved to. If she saw her now, she was sure she'd go crazy with envy and might realize who it had been that had taken advantage of her situation at that time. Lara's mind was filled with images that made her relive that moment and wish she had had that suit back then. Images of the two of them rubbing their sexes against each other made her heart pound again. When the puller reached the end of the zipper's travel, Lara was more excited than ever. The suit squeezed her tightly. She felt the material enclosing her body, felt how it gave her a new sensual aspect. With that suit, her sense of touch seemed to change, getting sharper and more sensitive, and above all, much better. Even now her breasts felt as if their sensitivity had increased tenfold and her hard nipples were proof of it.

Lara continued to dress up, putting on the corset first, which she struggled to get as tight as she could. She felt as if her whole body kept getting more and more sensitive to any stimulation, making her feel more and more pleasure. It became hard to concentrate, just as the shop owner had warned her. Therefore and being anxious, Lara began to hurry to put on the rest of the accessories. After the corset she put on the thigh high boots, which, because they had no heels, meant that she would have to stand on tiptoe as if she wore 6 inch heels. Then she hastily put on the bracelets, which began to shrink around her forearms, fitting snugly. Then she grabbed the panties with the dildo and carefully and not without letting some muffled screams and moans escape, pulled then on. She was feeling like she was about to cum.

And finally Lara reached for the last piece. She pulled her hair back. Then she put her hands on the hood, which hung down from her neck to her back and pulled it up quickly. Her head started disappearing inside the hood that seemed to devour her. Carefully she kept the hood well centered, when it was already covering her face. And it was at this point that she had some difficulty because of the strange mask that was built onto the hood. When Lara finally managed to close the hood around her head, she realized that she could see through the hood. The second thing she noticed was that the whole suit felt very tight, but was comfortable nonetheless. With every movement or every step, the suit made itself felt, releasing waves of pleasure that became more and more intense with the slightest gesture.

Lara was ecstatic with what the suit was doing to her and how like a Doll she looked in it. . . and then she noticed one more thing about her suit. As she posed for herself in front of the mirror, wearing that tight latex catsuit, it was like being submerged in a viscous pool. She felt she was inside the most perfect suit imaginable. That rubber suit made her feel irresistible, powerful like a goddess and super sexy. Her nipples now stood out greatly against the texture of the latex, which gave her body a shape free of imperfections. Her waist was several inches slimmer now. The more she looked and touched herself, the more she felt capable of having sex with the first person who walked through the door.

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Part 3

It was then that Lara noticed, that the symbol of eternity on the emblem on her forehead was glowing. Puzzled she brought her hand to the emblem, wondering what it meant. The shop owner hadn't said anything about that and Lara hadn't cared to read the manual. Curious, she touched the symbol and she noticed a click on her forehead. The symbol stopped glowing and then Lara had to bring her hands to her crotch in surprise. The dildo had begun to move inside her, shrinking and stretching, and not only that, the toy was pulsating, and with each pulse, it was getting longer and wider. At the same time something grew inside the hood, forcing her to open her mouth and accept that intruder that kept growing and sliding, until it filled her mouth. And in turn, the hood seemed to shrink, making it impossible for her to even attempt to open her mouth a millimeter.

Lara tried to bring her hands to the edge of the hood, frightened by what was happening. But she couldn't find the seams of it. It was as if the edges of the hood had melted into the suit. Just like the puller and the zipper, they were also missing. She tried to take off her panties, but they seemed to stick to the suit. With her frustrated attempts to open the suit she got nowhere. All she managed to do, full of panic, was to discover that because of the suit, her body had become so sensitive now, as if every part was like her magic spot.

She then tried to grab her smarthphone to call for help, but then everything went dark. She was no longer able to see through the hood. Surprised she knocked the phone of the desk and under the bed. Lara, now blind, tried to find her smarthphone, but without success. Not being able to call for help, she, laying on the ground, tried to pull as hard as she could on the suit, but all her attempts met with no results. Between moans of ecstasy and attempted cries for help, Lara tried again and again in vain.

Little by little, Lara's titanic struggle to get out of the suit became weaker, as she grew somewhat tired and her sensual sensitivity increased. She now felt that the suit was giving her caresses and massages besides the stimulation all over her body. Turning her fear and excitement into the appropriate stimulus to free the most depraved part of herself from the deepest and darkest parts of her mind. Without really knowing why she had fought, if it was because of the panic or because of the pleasure she had felt, she finally gave in. Her mind was lost in the purple haze, as adrenaline and exhilaration drugged her ability to think, and that personality of primal urges took the place of the respectable Lara. Meanwhile the dildo started to fuck her harder and stronger, making her discover a new world of pleasure.

The person, who went by the name of Lara, faded away amidst the rush of pleasure she was realising in her brain. With every new stimulation she simply wanted more. Nothing in her world had prepared her for such an experience. Now the dildo from her panties filled her like she had never been fucked before. And when she touched the bottom of the panties, the toy jerked violently inside her. At the same time she felt that something inside the suit, which had captured her nipples, began to suck on them strong and hard, but still very pleasant. The whole suit started to really play with her, touching her in ways she had never felt before.

She soon was close to her first orgasm, but before she could cum, the suit stopped stimulating her. The way the suit was working in activated mode prevented her from playing with herself to help her over the edge. She had to endure quite some time of being teased by the suit before it allowed her relief.

The young girl felt a bomb of pleasure explode inside her pussy and her mind. Her right hand squeezed the base of the dildo even tighter when she felt something like warm cum move inside her. Her left hand closed tightly around her breast as her thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple, providing extra stimulation. Her body contracted violently and a new wave of pleasure, even stronger than the previous one, shook Lara's whole body. The law of gravity seemed to vanish. She felt like she was floating on air inside her room, in a new reality where there was no up, no down, no space and no time. Lost somewhere in her new-found universe, she was enjoying an orgasm like she had never had before. Feeling her body like a sun radiating pleasure, illuminating her new world. . . .

When she recovered from this explosion of pleasure, she finally knew what Paris had expirienced on that day she had played with her. She had just caught her breath when the suit started the next cycle of stimulation and frustration. Being locked into the suit, all she could do was to go along with it's manipulations.

(If Lara had read the instructions, she would have known that now only another person could press the symbol of her emblem to free her again. If that did not happen, the suit would keep her captive until she was almost totally exhausted or she lost consciousness for longer. . . But maybe, even so, she would have acted the same. . . who knows. . .)

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