Hey, -girl! HELP ME! (lz)

Plum winced against the suit's tug, refusing to allow it to pull her toward itself. Her efforts were not only fruitless but redundant - the suit wasn't trying to draw her in. It was trying to bring itself on to her.

Another snake-like arm wrapped around Plum's knee. Before she could react, it offered a sharp jerk forward, forcing her leg to bend and felling her to her knees.

"Hey, ****-girl! HELP ME! Or...*unh*...I *swear* I'll get out too...*uff*...and find you...and cram you right back into this thing, upside-down!"

And that was the last of her fighting spirit. Try as she might, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the fantastic vision before her - how could this be her reality? She wondered if the girl could stomach witnessing the consequences of her actions.

Plum pulled against the tendrils with one final, exhausted tug. Her actions served only to hasten the inevitable. No more than half a meter away from her now, Plum recoiled at the sight of countless tentacles sprouting from the suit, grabbing at her clothes.

The suit shredded Plum's outfit with almost hilarious efficacy. Strange, how in times of duress the mind wanders. Plum found herself mourning the irrelevant - her sad eyes trained on the shreds of her favorite hoodie.

The warmth of the suit's 'flesh' pulled Plum back into reality as it slid its opening over her foot.

The mood shifted immediately on contact. Jolts of pleasure danced across her skin, arcing away from where the suit touched her. Her barely stifled gasp echoed across the dining room, highlighting the relative silence her transformation was taking place in.

Plum winced as the suit drew her leg into the appropriate sleeve. Wherever the gum-like skin came close to touching her skin, it drew tight, almost as if it was drawn to her... as if it was meant to encircle her skin... meant to please her.

Indecision immediately plagued Plum's mind - logic decreed that she remove her foot from the suit's embrace before it was too late...

"But how could something that feels so good be so bad?" The hedonist inside her insisted. "Surely..."

"OooHhh!"

Plum's thoughts were simply too slow - the suit had decided for her. It's tight grip pulling her leg into its ever-tightening sleeve, the same action mirrored on her other leg.

Plum felt a hand close around her own, thin fingers holding hers in a loving grip. In her pheromone-addled brain, she was certain the girl had returned to save her. She returned the sentiment, squeezing the foreign hand in faith. Another one grasped her other hand and she did the same.

Her eyes flew open in horror as she felt the 'fingers' bend impossibly, twisting between and around her fingers, wrapping them in a tight vice grip. Plum looked down at the 'hand', her eyes tracing its too-thin arms back to the suit, emerging from deep withing the suit's arm holes.

With a sharp tug, the suit pulled itself over Plum's arms, drawing her hands into the sleeves at an alarming rate. The sleeves narrowing out inevitably before her fingers nestled into their individual sheaths.

The hood of the suit pulled tightly against her chest - it was impossibly tight. the opening of the suit began at the base of her spine, and she could feel it open out in a wide 'V' up her back, pulling tightly around the middle of her upper arms.

Even stretched out like this, the suit gripped her torso tightly. It squeezed her waist, and restricted her breathing. The leg's sleeves were too short and the crotch of the suit was far from her own, much to her chagrin.

Plum failed to appraise her situation. Everywhere the suit touched her, it sent sparks of pure pleasure dancing across her skin. Everywhere the suit squeezed her, it sent ecstatic waves into her very core. She no longer remembered how she'd gotten here. She no longer remembered where *here* was.

Her breathing was fast and shallow. 'What now?'

She writhed against the suit's slow undulations against her skin. She could have sworn it was breathing somehow.

It seemed that this was as far as it could go on its own. Plum glanced down at the black rubber dangling in front of her collar bone. She barely held back a chuckle. As if there was any doubt. She wondered- No. She knew that the girl before her was presented with the exact same choice. She knew that countless people before her sat here as did she. And she knew exactly what they did. Perhaps it was the gas in the air. Perhaps it was long gone. Plum felt herself wink mentally. Did it matter?

She reached a gloved hand up to the hood. The suit seemed to dance around her body, its approval surging through her body in more ways than one. She felt the suit tighten around her as she lifted the hood. With a firm tug, she pulled the hood open and upwards. The suit seemed to shuffle around her, pulling her limbs deeper into their sleeves, drawing the 'V' around her back closer together.

Her hip braced as the warm living skin came into wonderful contact with her eager privates. The suit was just as excited - a small bump nestled against her clit, and a few small tentacles probed her lips curiously.

She pulled on the hood of the suit, feeling the 'V' slide up her shoulders, enveloping her body slowly. The suit rubbed against her nipples as it consumed her.

She took a moment to catch her breath.

Still on her knees, Plum ducked her head low. The scene was almost ritualistic... divine. Her arms grasping something before her bowed head. Knees bent in silent prayer...

She closed her eyes and raised her arms, giving herself into the darkness before her.

The strain on her arms was relieved as soon as the top of the opening cleared the crown of her head.

The hood of the suit writhed against her face, pulling itself tighter and tighter around her head. She exhaled loudly and pleasurably as the suit pulled itself tight against her body.

The rubbery living skin stretched across her back, drawing the 'V' into nothing more than a line. The crushing tightness winded her, yet brought her to ecstatic heights she'd never known before. She relished the cold air against her back for all of two seconds, and then it was gone.

Plum reached an arm behind her, but she grasped at nothing. There was no more slit. Nothing but a single solid piece of rubber... or something. She took a moment to catch her breath, thankful that somehow she could still breathe. Even then, her gasps were short and sharp, and her exhalations were unintentionally vocal. There was no way she could calm herself down from this inexhaustible pleasure.

The silence of the room immediately became a distant memory as the suit roared to life, shrinking and writhing against Plum's naked form. She could hear nothing else but the unique sound of rubber being stretched far too much. The inside of the suit slid across her skin, undulating and caressing her body from within.

Plum opened her mouth to moan, only to have the rubber pull tightly into her, coating her teeth and tongue, gagging her and robbing her of her voice. The rubber entered her nostrils, blocking her ability to breathe. Her initial panic quickly became confusion - her lungs continued to inflate and deflate, despite no air being drawn through her nose. The suit was breathing for her. It was a novel sensation.

She allowed her head to fall backwards, her blank face turned to the ceiling. Somewhere along the way she had spread her legs - that was her own doing, an instinctive response to a carnal hunger only women know. She knew it was coming and she wanted the inevitable.

"UGGhhh..."

Her voice was stifled but she could do nothing to contain it. Dozens... no, hundreds of small tentacles sprouted from the suit. They twisted around each other and pushed against Plum's lips. She didn't even consider fighting them. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as it pushed her labia apart with little effort.

It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. She let out a silent scream as the suit penetrated her, filling the void between her legs with nothing but pure euphoria. Even with the gag in her mouth, she could feel her lips curl into a blissful smile; her hips rocking as the mass of tentacles twisted inside her, pushing and deeply filling her body.

She moved her hand to stroke her fire, and the action was immediately rewarded with a strong vibration.

"UNNNHHHHHHH!!!"

Plum twitched violently as the mass inside her buzzed to life, each individual tentacle separating from each other and rubbing against her insides, erasing her conscious mind. Tendrils wrapped around her nipples and massaged her breasts, and her entire body convulsed in unparalleled rapture.

The roar of creaking rubber and the buzz of the suit's vibrator shook the very core of Plum's being. Her awareness of the world around her vibrated into emptiness, her mind overcome by the ecstasy that coursed across her skin and within her body. White-hot streaks began to form around the edges of her consciousness.

Fear.

Plum froze, a tear born of elation was quickly drunk by the suit. She dared not move. Surely if she allowed the suit to continue, it would erode whatever it was that was... her? The rise and fall of her chest, regulated by the suit, was slow and steady, betraying the emotions of the girl trapped within.

Time ceased to exist. Plum was blind to the dark room and deaf to its silence. She was alone with the ever-shrinking suit and her thoughts. Her body hungered for more. Her mind feared the consequences.

The fear gripped her body like a plague, and so did the caress of her new skin. It writhed against her, kissed her... distracted her. She wanted to tear at the suit, give herself more room to think, but she knew there was no exit. She dared not even move to confirm what she already knew was true.

Plum suppressed her amusement - she knew that she had now fully and completely taken the place of the girl. Now she knew. Now she knew exactly what the girl feared.