It's from Hell, in a good and evil way

Wilma stared at the glossy garment, she walked around it trying to find a seam or a zip or any way of getting into the suit, even getting off the display would be a start. She idly, sub consciously reached out a hand and gently stroked the fabric which instantly seemed to come to life. It’s neck opened and it flowed down the display, though the stand sticking into the displays arse stooped it from hitting the floor completely. Wilma jumped back she had not expected that to happen but straight away she removed the stand and collected this item of clothing that had captivated her.

She lifted it slowly to her face, it was so shiny, so smooth so sheer it seemed to flow across her hands like oil. It sheen captured the light in the store which it reflected as it moved across Wilma’s skin. Wilma looked around, there had been some light in here but not much, now as she looked around the store was almost fully lit. She found the source above her, bio luminescent clusters were providing the illumination.

She held her item of fascination aching to wear it, so she looked around for somewhere to try it on, having either Hansen of Takamura finding her sliding on the catsuit would be embarrassing to say the least, it was at this point Wilma found that the neck had returned to normal size and she started to hear the voice again, quiet, seductive, informative.

“Change clothes, wear suit, use pod.”

Use the pod, Wilma looked at the two fleshy pods and walked purposely toward them. She stood in front of the left pod and instinctively put her hand to the mouth like pustule which opened. She placed her hand into the open maw which seemed to close around it; suddenly the pod split open showing it’s fleshy interior. Without hesitation or reservation Wilma stepped inside and the pod closed behind her.

Inside Wilma realised the pod had grown into a reasonably sized dressing room for want of a better description. She went to place the cat suit down and a small seat formed from the wall.

Wilma smiled, ”A sentient changing room, amazing.” She thought.

By now Wilma’s arousal was spiking she literally tore off her flight suit, boots and underwear discarding them on the floor of the room. It was now she stopped and frustration grew as how was she going to wear the suit if she couldn’t put it on.... the catsuit solved the issue for her when she picked it up. The neck stretched open wide, wide enough for Wilma to fit herself through. However she wasn’t ready for this to happen and as the suit seemed to come alive in her hands the shock made her fall backwards. Again the pod did it’s thing forming a chaise long to arrest her decent. The suit had been dropped and it landed at Wilma’s feet and it immediately started to slide itself up her feet. The moment the suit came in contact with Wilma’s skin she whited out her left hand plunged to her cunt, her right to left tit, fingers pinching hard on her nipple the pain blossoming in her brain. Eyes screwed hard shut, bottom lip sucked between teeth and bitten down on. Her left hand reached its destination, fingers with little finesse but great need plundered her pussy lips finding their way inside searching for urgent gratification. The suit continued its climb up her legs reaching her thighs, it felt smooth, electric and erotic all at the same time. Wima felt the suit against her hand, she didn’t want to move it but she knew if she was to be dressed in this fetish suit this suit that encompassed all she desired at this moment then the hand would have to move. She grabbed her right breast groping, pinching, kneading it as she felt the suit pass her taught, toned, muscled stomach and start to flow over her breasts. Wilma returned to abusing her now sodden cunt both hands fingers invading her inner self, thumbs squeezing her clit fingers searching out her G spot. Breasts now covered she realised her self **** would have to stop as she needed her arms covered, she moved them so the suit could get better access then helped the suit by putting her arms into the sleeves.

Panting almost exhausted Wilma looked down her body, it shone in an oily black, she ran her nylon encased hands over her nylon encapsulated body bathing in the pleasure and sighed she now wanted to know how this new second skin would feel inside her cunt.