Dress-Up (Catsuit)

Trine-E hummed thoughtfully. "There's this little number I think would be perfect on you, but there's just one problem..." she snapped a fingers, they made a dull scraping sound as they rubbed together, and Zu-Zanah went over to a certain section of wall, sliding it aside to reveal a control panel aglow with various lights and buttons, and pressing one of the larger ones. In response, a corresponding section of floor slid aside to reveal a large, curved clothes rack, which rose up and out of it with a faint whirr. Once it was done, Zu started running her hands over some of the numerous items stuffed onto the rack. She moved with purpose, as if searching for something in specific, and in short order made a quiet, triumphant exclamation of, "A-ha!" and withdrew a single item of clothing.

When she returned and stood next to Trine-E, Rose could only stare uncomprehendingly at it. The item that had been picked out for her was a sleek, black leather catsuit, its surface reflecting the bright lights and white surfaces of the room around them. "I-I can't wear that!" Rose blurted out. "It's too tight, I'd never fit!"

"Always a shame when a young girl puts herself down like that, tells herself she's too big for a lovely outfit like this." Trine-E remarked sadly.

"Breaks your heart." Zu responded, smoothing down the catsuit's front as she held it out in front of her, before putting it behind her head and hooking it onto the seam between her torso and her neck. "Not to worry, dear. We've got just the thing to help you into it."

Rose felt a sudden prickling at the back of her neck, thin, fibrous hairs standing to attention. That sounded...ominous. "Thing?" she blinked, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "W-what thing?"

"This, of course!" Trine-E had turned around while she wasn't looking, and was now coming back to face her with a large, metallic pump-bottle in her hands. Zu brought her palms up to rest just beneath the bottle's nozzle, and Trine-E eagerly pressed down on it several times, a light, orange-coloured substance oozing like a stream of caramel down into Zu's waiting hands. "Sometimes we find things fit just a little better with the help of some..." Zu rubbed her hands together, distributing the stuff evenly between them, "Lubrication." Trine-E repeated the process on her own, pumping the bottle one-handed while holding the other just under it, then placing the bottle on the floor at her 'feet'. Together, Trine-E and Zu-Zanah advanced on Rose, oil-covered hands outstretched. "Just stay still, and it'll be over before you even know it!" They said, in unison.

"Hey, wait! Just wait a minute!" Rose protested, she took a single, tentative step back, but the duo already had her. They grabbed onto her, hands gliding smoothly across her skin. "Let's start with one of the most important parts," Trine-E murmured, which, it turned out, meant starting with the breasts. They took one each, groping and squeezing at Rose's tits. The sensation of dextrous metal hands on them made Rose's eyes bulge, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream of shock. Within seconds, her tits were covered in the slick, shiny substance, pale, curved flesh glistening, nipples shining and protruding outwards. Trine-E and Zu-Zanah kept their eyes on the prize, moving across soft, spongy expanse of her breasts and in towards their centres. Rose was horrified, eyes going wide as the robots next began playing with her nipples, alternating between gently twisting and pulling on each of the soft, pink beads. Rose squealed and squealed, utterly scandalised as the steady mechanical working of their fingers brought forth a palpable, electric buzz around her areolas. It was almost ticklish, and again the thought of people sitting at home watching this flashed through her mind. She rubbed her bare thighs together and groaned, glancing down to see those naked puppies of hers all oiled-up, bouncing gently up and down with every pluck. "Why there...?" She whispered, the confusion and shame in her voice were palpable."Why...there...?"

After a harrowing few minutes of work on her boobs, they moved further down. Trine-E dipped a finger down low over Rose's crotch, running it gently down the length of her vulva. Rose was red-faced and panting now, disgusted by the uncomfortable, sticky sheen the oil had given her skin, and wincing at the faint, but insistent throbbing of her poor nipples. Without further delay, Trine went to work massaging the oil into her pussy, rubbing her fingers in small circles against the smooth, virginal skin of Rose's labia. It all drew trilling gasps of shock from her, and her hands instinctively went down to her crotch, where they pushed feebly at Trine-E's. "Y-you..." she gasped, biting a lip that was as red as her cheeks. "You're...you're..."

"What was that, dear?" Trine-E asked, innocently, pushing Rose's labia apart with two fingers and rubbing oil into their inner edges. "You're...evil! Ohhhh...ohhh...nnnooooo..." Rose groaned, incandescent with humiliation and powerless to stop the devious robots from touching and pinching and rubbing

Trine-E finished up with Rose's pussy, brushing against her clit to draw another gasp from her. Zu-Zanah followed suit, letting Rose's now-gleaming butt cheeks clap together, and giving her a nice, sharp smack for good measure. They moved back, and Rose's head drooped, breath shallow and high-pitched. Her long, blonde hair had fallen down over her face, but she was so red that it was still visible through it.

"There! Now it should fit like a glove!" Zu held up the catsuit again, shaking it insistently for Rose to take it. Rose didn't respond, she just stood there, fingers placed daintily over her pussy. "I...I...." She trailed off, trying to ignore that continuous throbbing in her nipples. "Hnnnng..." All she could do was cringe, bending at the knees to afford herself something—anything—in the way of coverage.

"Seems like she needs our help, Trine."

"If we must, Zu. If we must."

They quickly got into position on either side of her, Trine-E forcing her to raise each leg in turn while Zu-Zanah pulled the suit up and over them. Rose shook her head, "No...no, don't make me..." she whispered, but they took no notice, bringing the suit up past her shapely thighs. When they reached the posterior, the leather creaked loudly, and despite the oil, the two struggled with stuffing those pillowy buttocks into it. After a long thirty seconds spent harshly and persistently kneading Rose's arse cheeks into place, the catsuit finally stretched fully over them, conforming snugly to their mouth-watering curves. They did the same for Rose's pussy, patting the material until it formed a deep camel-toe, then dragging the rest of the suit further up her body. Resting the top half of the suit just under Rose's breasts, Trine and Zu pressed down on them, pushing the still-tender nipples inwards as they dragged the chest portion of the outfit past them, and onto her arms and shoulders. A large zipper ran down the front of it, stopping just below the navel, and while it remained open a small portion of side boob peeked from either side of the gap that ran down the catsuit's front. Zu gripped one side of the zipper track and pulled on it, making Rose whimper at the tightness of the it. "Lovely fit." Zu-Zanah said.

"Te-riffic." Trine-E agreed, reaching around and pushing something until there was a loud click.

"Is it secure?" Zu asked.

"Oh, yes. It'll do its job until the change-over."

That last sentence made Rose's ears prick up, momentarily freeing her from the stupour of shame and embarrassment she'd been stuck in. "C-change-over?" She raised her head, shooting them both a cautious, questioning look. "What change-over?"