No, but the suit does

Even as you drive your fingers back into the warmth of your slit, subconsciously you know you need to fix this, but are powerless physically to do anything. Strangely, something else happens, the black latex that covers your back extending in long strands as it forms a series of long, thin appendages reaching down from your skin to the ground. Somewhat unfortunately, there's exactly eight of the long strands, and so you look like a mostly black, masturbating spider as the legs start to move you towards the open door of the supervisor's office to the sound of a series of loud clicking noises.

When you enter, the succubus is seated at her desk in a corner, and turns to watch even as you reach another orgasm. "Oh my, looks like my toxin is really doing the trick. I'd almost consider it enough of a test just to see these prolonged effects, but hey, I'm a scientist after all, and I take advantage of every opportunity." The spiderlike legs move you out to the middle of the room, and then lower you onto the ground, your fingers never leaving your groin as they retract back into the material of your back.

"Delightful!" comes the taunting voice of the blue-skinned woman, clapping her hands together as she rises from her seat and walks over with a series of loud clacking noises. "Now here's the deal darling. I know I mentioned some tests, and we can still do that whole cure and testing routine, but there's an alternative." She leans in, and you pause your hands' motions, just to have her let out a breath directly onto the enlarged skin of your labia, triggering an immediate orgasm.

"I can fix you... or lick you."