Michael has been on his own adventure

Michael had already ordered the black catsuit before he'd even reached out to Alex. He kept telling himself it was just to experiment; that it would be funny to show up at a party in it or something. But there was something deeper in the back of his mind as he looked it over.

The suit was black latex from top to bottom, with what looked like an inflatable breast area. He joked in his mind about how funny he would look strutting those around on Halloween. The irony also being that, in the images, the suit was also sporting an above average sized veiny rod in the never regions. He didn't really look up that stuff, but beyond a horny guy with the internet, he'd definitely stumbled on futa images from time to time. Gotten off to them, too.

The latex was reinforced in certain areas with corset loops, arm binders, and other rings and such. Things that would certainly make for a good bondage getup. That was something he haadmittedly and intentionally looked up on several occasions, with great interest. He was never really sure which side of the whip he'd want to be on, and always talked himself into believing he'd been the one in charge, but he found his focus was always on the submissives in the videos he'd watched. And getting a little into it on occasion his mind would definitely get caught up in that direction, not that he would admit it to himself.

When the package arrived he was definitely a little over eager to open it up and check it out. He held it up and inspected every nook and cranny. The breasts seemed to inflate by way of a one way valve on the underside of each one. The engorged member in the crotch definitely felt like some sort of sheeth, but he also noticed there was no notable ball sack, but when he unzipped the crotch zipper there was definitely a pussy shaped section right at the base of the shaft. Michael chucked to himself a little at the ridiculousness, realizing it really was like one of those words futa art things he'd seen online.

Halloween was still a month out, so be carefully wrapped it back up and threw it in his closet. The next day, however, he found himself interested once more and he pulled it out to inspect it.

"This is gonna be so ridiculous." He chuckled to himself. Before once again putting it into his closet.

Michael was definitely distracted through his shift that day and he found it a little odd how he couldn't get it out of his mind. Towards the end of work he'd finally talked himself into going home and trying it on. After all, he needed to make sure it fit, right? That's all. Just in case he needed to send it back for a size adjustment or something. But because he was in the last bit interested in his it might feel to get wrapped and bound up in the suit. Besides, it was the weekend and he lived alone. What else was he gonna do?

An hour later he sat naked on his bed, holding up the suit. This was just to try it on. He wasn't lonely because his girlfriend dumped him six months ago, before he ever had a chance to sleep with her... or any other girl since high school. He'd kept himself... active, for lack of a better term, with a small collection of anal toys and masturbators.

Michael sat there for at least an hour just looking at the car suit in his hands, in a weird mental state of trying to convince himself that it was just for a fun Halloween joke, and not because of the gnawing desire in his gut.