Shara - The New Latex-Doll / Part 5 (Patreon)

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

Part 5

Shara scanned every inch of her new face in the reflection of the mirror. Certain parts of the suit, such as the hood, the hands or the feet, were more opaque and not as transparent as the rest. And although the hood reflected her features, she couldn’t recognize herself. Then she looked at the rest of her body. The degraded care, that glow of rubber, amplified by some reflective moles on that strange latex, meant that, even if parts of the wearer’s body could be seen, any observer would not be able to tell that it belonged to a specific person. The corset and the wig changed her appearance even more.

After sitting down, Shara’s hands moved back to her breasts, her nipples were perfectly covered with a pink hue, revealing nothing. Something that surprised her was, how perfectly alienating those nipple covers were integrated in the suit. And then she noticed something strange as she stroked the surface, her hands barely managed to surround her breasts. She got up again and looked at herself in the mirror, somewhat surprised and at the same time she felt fear mixed with happiness. Her chest had grown to size 95. . . no, it had to be a good 100! That couldn’t be, something must have gone wrong. Her two hands instinctively went up to the zipper, which must have been at the height of her crown, but she couldn’t reach it, because of the corset around her neck.

As she further explored her new latex skin, she lowered her hands, again showing her new breasts. Her fear then dissipated and a smile was drawn beneath the mask. Her breasts felt better than ever and quickly a sensual pleasure arose from just caressing them. Shara welcomed the new size of her two best friends and even more that orgasmic sensitivity, that she believed was due to her excitement. She started moving one hand down over the suit, the other staying on her breast.

And when she reached her crotch, she caressed the flat surface of the suit, until she got to those rubber lips, which hid the second opening of the suit. There was a hidden tube inside to make it possible to have sex. Shara suddenly stopped what she was doing. The shopkeeper might come back in at any moment and catch her, she thought. Then something prompted her to step out of the dressing room to look around. With a sense of relief at not seeing anyone, mixed with the desire to be naughty, she returned inside. Leaning against a mirror and looking into the mirror opposite, she resumed what she had been doing and her fingers continued to explore between those rubber lips.

At first she was met with some resistance. The next moment, Shara’s fingers came out, to slowly get lost inside her again and this time her finger slipped in with less resistance, and the next time it slide in with a natural ease, as if there were no membrane. But those three curious explorations led her to want more. Not only did she feel heat, but also humidity, uneasiness, a primitive impulse that she had not felt in years. She felt like a teenager discovering these sudden hormonal discharges, anxious, wanting to run wild. She had the urge to masturbate right there, her body was so hot, so hungry and the excitement she felt because of the whole situation almost overpowered her, nearly preventing her common sense to prevail.

"I’m back!", She heard from Beky, before she walked back into the dressing room with two metal bracelets in her hands, that she put on the table. Shara quickly stood up strait again and held her hands around her waist, disguising what she had been doing, by pretending that she was still watching how her suit looked, doing poses. And she felt like a naughty little girl who was getting away with something, there being no one to blame her for anything and it was a feeling she hadn’t had in a long time. But Shara’s body language, couldn’t fool the shopkeeper for one second.

Although Beky couldn’t see her client’s face, Shara had to have the same look of surprise as she did. The shopkeeper had not only left Shara thinking about her offer, but had also taken the opportunity to change into a catsuit. The body glowed in red rubber, pure latex from her feet up to her neck. A pair of extravagant black high heels completed the outfit. Shara pointed at her, as she uttered another "mumpfed" sound, in surprise, from under her mask. Then Beky explained to her that she changed her outfit several times a day. Apart from being able to show on her body the clothes she designed herself, it was also because she loved to wear Latex.

" . . . my naughty sex doll feels truely hot", Beky said, putting it perfectly. She checked the lock of the wig and they both saw that with it Shara no longer looked anything like herself, but just like a real inflatable sex doll. " So. . . you accept my proposal, don’t you? You’re the perfect girl for that suit. You know that, right? Even I wouldn’t look so good and provocative", Beky prompted.

Beky turned her in front of the mirror and asked her if she saw anything of the girl who had come in earlier to try on a latex fetish suit or just a sex doll. Shara glanced at her reflection once more before admitting with a slight descent and upward move of her head, while a grunt full of satisfaction and pleasure slipped away from her. She just looked at the sex doll that the suit had turned her into, and she cursed not having a boyfriend to open it with that very night.

Meanwhile, Beky, who had stood beside her, started putting the finishing touches to the suit. She first took Shara’s right forearm and surrounded her wrist with that black metal shackle, then placed the other one on her left wrist and closed them, adjusting them with strange “clicks” of gears, until they were well girded. "These shackles are not part of the dolification", she admitted while removing a magnetic piece, which had blocked the locking of each shackle , "but I think they give it a bondage touch, making you even more a fetish and morbid object."

Shara was already so excited that she would answer right now to almost everything she was asked with a resounding “YES”. Even if someone wrote “I’m a whore, fuck me for free” on her chest, I’d say a resounding “Yes,” she thought. She could feel the humidity of her being a woman spread, even more then when picking the suit. The suit was perfect for her, adapting to every curve and crease of her body. She felt so damn hot right now. She cursed not being able to buy it right now and order a taxi to take her home like that. Then her body betrayed her for a moment and she started massaging her new improved breasts again.

Shara saw that Beky looked at her both amused and satisfied. She then felt herself blushing and having the desire to run away, but the hands of the shopkeeper, who gently grabbed her by the waist, helped her calm down a little. While Beky rested her head next to hers and whispered to her not to worry, saying such behavior was normal, at least when she was seeing her own reflection in a way far too sexy to contain herself.

While Shara reveled in what she saw and felt right now, the shopkeeper then promised her two things if she accepted. The first being, that the photo shoot would be quick, so that she could enjoy everything she wanted from her new SexDoll set. And the second, that she wasn’t going to let her take off the suit inside the shop until after the shoot was finished. So she’d have to go home wearing it, owing her a lot of money, if she suddenly decided to play chicken and run. A trip that would turn out to be extremely difficult, with Shara not being able to talk or really hold anything. With the job done, all help from her would again be available.

"Your body tells me you desperately want this suit", Beky told her in a low and seductive tone, now holding her hands towards Shara’s breasts, "that you’re going to do whatever I ask of you to keep it, aren’t you my little doll? Or would you rather have it, that I take off your suit now and put it back in it's box, until another customer comes along who dares to keep it. Is that what you prefer? If so, growl twice and I’ll take your suit off."

Then Shara groaned and shook her head in denial, as little as she could manage. "Does that mean you want to remain a sex doll, hmm?" Beky said in an even lower, deeper and very hypnotic tone, "Say yes, be mine, become my 'LatexSexDoll' model doll." Shara then responded with an effusive bobbing of her head in the affirmative.

Beky smiled maliciously, grabbed Shara by her wrists and pushed her back against the mirror. Before Shara knew what was going on, the shopkeeper was kissing her, while two of her fingers disappeared into her new rubber pussy. Shara groaned with pleasure, amazed at what was happening and what she was feeling. Doing something that came the closest to having sex in a dressing room with another girl, was something she hadn't done since high school.

Shara was frustrated at not being able to play with Beky’s tongue with her own. She could barely move, both the corset and the neck-brace severely restricted her mobility. Then there were the ballet-heels, which constantly threatened to trip her and bring her down, and yet. . . Shara felt like being in the "Eden of Pleasure", she couldn’t get enough of that suit. Getting it taken off wasn’t an option.

"You know what, I’m going to do this anyhow. . .", Beky said teasingly to her with a strange glow in her eyes as the hand on Shara’s groin remained fixed, two fingers deep inside her and the other hand grabbing her forcefully on one of her breasts. "I’m going to put the keys to the locks in an envelope and call a messenger friend to take them to your address. That way you’ll stay locked up, trapped in your new form as my Sexdoll, until I help you get home and free yourself. . .", Beky went on, contradicting what she had said earlier.

to be continued...