Go closer, listen in (lz)

Plum inched closer, completely unsure what to expect. She could feel her hands tremble along with the rushed beating of her heart. Something was... strange.

"...so sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm so..."

Plum circled around slowly. The girl's face sparkled in the light, a mix of tears and sweat seeming to glue stray locks of hair to her face.

"...sorry, sorry..."

The girl went on, but Plum was no longer listening. She cast her eyes to the skin that was quickly being shed by the girl. It was hard not to notice, once the front had flopped down in front of her now naked breasts.

The inside of the suit was... red. Not an artificial, bright red, but the red of... well the closest thing Plum could think of was the inside of her mouth. Plum's stomach seemed to be replaced with a black hole - the suit was... writhing.

Plum was transfixed as the girl peeled the suit off of her skin, the red gum-like surface gripping her and refusing to come away easily, tendrils seeming to pull away from her with the consistency of stretchy cheese.

The girl was bawling now, her apologies repeated ad nauseum, raising in volume and urgency to mirror her struggles.