Shara - The new Latex-Doll / Part3 (Patreon)

(Damn! Where is the Zipper? - Movimento 1)

The dressing room was spacious and had three big mirrors. There was a vintage armchair on the side. Shara wondered how she could be so easily manipulated into trying on the suit. But at this point she desperately wanted to know how she looked wearing it. She began to undress, taking off her top, skirt, stockings, panties and bra, leaving everything on the back of the cheslon. On a small table next to it was the set she had chosen, the suit, the corset and collar and of course the balletheels with the straps.

When she picked up the suit, she heard a voice from outside reminding her that she should be well greased with the oil gel before putting on the suit. Shara thanked Beky for the reminder as she had forgotten the bottle with that strange sweet smelling substance. Before starting to spread it across her skin, she wanted to know the composition of the lube, but the directions were in a language she didn’t understand.

Shara shivered and blushed when feeling the cold gel on her skin. She had really let herself be persuaded by a stranger to put on a suit, taken from a perverted story, to make her look like a sex doll. And what struck her the most was, the more she thought about it, while she was applying that thick gel-lubricant, the more she wanted to see how the suit looked on her. Its measurements made her doubt that she would really be able to wear it. Judging by the length of the suit, it seemed to be made for a much smaller person than her. Keeping in mind, that also the sleeves, the torso and the legs of the suit, looked too tight.

How at last Shara was completely covered from the line of her face down to her toes with the gel. She told the shopkeeper, Beky, who then indicated that now she had to put some lube inside the suit and then could start dressing. Shara pulled open the zipper of the suit and after she had poured some of the gel into the suit she began to insert her right foot through the opening in the back. Shara’s foot went into the suit, which somewhat mimicked the colour of the inflatable sex dolls. The first thing she noticed was that the suit was really tight, but the material gave way with relative ease to the pushing of her foot, moving to reach the sock. The cold material, together with the gel, created a feeling that, together with the tension of the material on Shara’s skin, made for her a sensual but somewhat strenuous experience. As she inserted the second foot into the suit, the shopkeeper offered to help Shara, but she declined. Even though it was a bit troublesome for her to pull the suit above her knees, there was something about it that was starting to turn her on.

After about twenty-five minutes, Shara was dressed up to the waist. The lower half of her body now looked like a doll, her legs now had the same glow and appearance as those of the sexist dolls of the eighties and nineties. And the feel of the rubber and that look of the artificial skin color, just heightened that idea, because the touch was very similar, but it also felt a little weird. Her hand felt something like rubber, but her thighs almost said she was wearing nothing and what was more curious, she could almost swear she had a little more sensitivity where she already had her body covered in latex. It was almost like having irritated skin, but instead of producing an annoying or unpleasant feeling to the touch, it was completely the other way around.

While pulling the suit up to her waist, Shara had had some awkward moments when she had to insert the tubes of the suit into her private parts. She was not used to having sex that way. At first it had felt strange and uncomfortable but that soon changed into a very pleasant and exciting feeling.

With every touch, Shara felt like someone was pulling her closer to himself, feeling that exciting magnetic contact. It was like that first hand-holding of a couple, a feeling of irresistible attraction, that made her want to feel the breathtaking skin more and more. Which caused Shara to start caressing the surface of the suit without being able to stop.

Shara felt that her heart was speeding up as she dressed. It wasn’t for nothing that she was getting more aroused by the moment. She didn’t realize it, but that lube oil had a special additive that enhanced the arousal and she was already experiencing the heat almost too much to go on getting dressed. She loved that feeling of having a liquid layer between her skin and the suit that made the latex give her sensual caresses in those parts covered. When she moved, when she lifted a leg, when something moved inside the suit when she rubbed it, she felt waves of pleasure. All that just made her uninhibited even more.

That layer of oil created a curious effect when caressed. It was as if the caress spread in waves on her naked skin or as if sensual waves were moving beneath the layer of latex, spreading sensually from wherever she touched herself. That feeling created a chain effect, because if she touched a thigh, she could feel it from her ankles to her abdomen, from her hands to her shoulders. The more she stroked herself the more sensual, the more pleasurable it became and that made her want to look more and more like a doll, sexy and provocative.

Then she looked in the mirror, and saw that she was not complete yet. She needed to see her whole body the way her legs now looked. And she began to pull the suit up, covering her belly, noticing that the suit had begun to absorb the warmth from her body and this seemed to help the suit stretch more easily. But the moment the pull on the material relaxed, it began to contract immediately, but adapting to the body of its wearer. As the suit went up, it stretched more easily and at the same time became tighter and slimmer in the areas already dressed. This was because it was one size fits all and the suit had looked like it was made for a smaller person than Shara, when it had been empty.

After another ten minutes, Shara was slipping her two arms into the suit, struggling to keep it from slipping off her shoulders, and trying to get the gloves well on each finger of her hands. The mask still hung from her chest, which began to feel more and more of the tension that the suit produced, even if the zipper part of the suit's back had not yet been pulled in place. But Shara gradually was making progress, consequently stretching the material onto her arms, until suddenly she instinctively stretched her arms to the sides and bent over backwards. With a slight rubber whisk, the opening of the suit moved to where it already should have been and Shara suddenly felt a tightness around her breasts that was at once constricting and strangely pleasant. She then noticed a detail that she had missed so far. The fingers of the gloves were joined by a short membrane, which went from the flexor to the middle of the second phalanx. Gearing the appearance of a hand of an aquatic being. The membranes would hinder any movement of the fingers, but they were definitely more practical than if they had shaped the hands into fists.

It was obvious that her reflection was a huge distraction, Shara couldn’t stop looking at herself. And with every look she wondered how she was going to make that expensive suit her own. But what she did know was that the more she was wearing it, the more she wanted to have it. She didn’t know how, but it had to be hers. Inside the suit she felt trapped in a sexual world she had never dared to imagine, and now she was intoxicated by it. She wanted more, she needed to explore all possibilities of this suit. But the hard reality was, that the price of that suit, focused on a certain economic level, was something which she just couldn’t afford. She was just hoping that the discount, that the shopkeeper might give her, would make it worthwhile to drag along one more expense every month until the suit was fully paid for.

However, although Shara was still missing the mask to fully take on the figure of a doll, dressing up was far from over. She still had to put on all the complements for “Complete Dillification”. Although she now looked like a sex doll, it was a fairly un-fed image, for her taste. It was like having sex with no foreplay, no lingerie, no adjectives to praise her beauty, no pretty phrases. So Shara picked up the first piece she wanted to wear, the corset. She had used several before, both to look attractive on a weekend with her friends and for the videos she shot at home.

Soon Shara discovered that her hands were now quite clumsy, due to the gloves of the suit. She tried several times, but she couldn’t fit the corset to her waist. So, seeing that she couldn’t put on the corset herself, she peeped out of the dressing room and called the shopkeeper. Beky replied that she would close shop and lock the door so that they would not be interrupted and given any trouble and would come to help her.

Soon a voice asking permission to enter, was followed by Beky. Shara then held out the corset and asked Beky to surround her waist, but Beky told her that she would have to finish dressing and close the zipper of her suit first. Then she wouldn’t have any problems to close the corset she wore.

Shara grabbed the opening of the mask that hung over her breasts. She hesitated for a moment, but then she looked at her reflection once more. That semi-transparent suit seemed to fit her better than perfect, it was as if it had been tailor-made for her. It was tight, but very comfortable. She had felt burdened at first, but with each movement the tension of the latex seemed restricting, but at the same time it was like a second skin and adapting to all her movements naturally. In addition, the touch of the suit was changing, now it felt like it was a sensual massage. That seamless suit, made of one piece, exposed her entire body, giving her the appearance that she was an inflatable doll.

She stared at the inside of the hood again, having last doubts for a moment, thinking, with the this mask she couldn’t talk, just make muffled noises and growl. . . she’d be at the mercy of the shopkeeper. Then that last thought made her think that she would be like a real doll. At the mercy of the will of it's owner. . . trapped in that roll. . . being a sex object with no will. . . except to receive and give pleasure. . . "Here we go", she said feeling a blossoming heat beneath her throat and stretching across her chest as she had these thoughts. Bending her head, trying to disguise how eager she was to know how it felt to expirience what she had just thought about.

She opened her arms as her hands pulled the mask of the suit upward, at the same time she tried to insert her face inside it. Shara pulled and Beky helped her to make the latex start to give way and completely surround her face. Then Beky put her hand to the mouth of the mask and placed the snorkel between Shara’s lips and then pushed it into her mouth. And while she felt her head getting lost inside the mask of the suit, the probes entered her nostrils, creating a somewhat unpleasant sensation. Inspite of this and the fact that she could no longer close her mouth, Shara felt good, better than good, very sexy even without seeing completely, it was like being a sex goddess before having sex.

to be continued...