Catsuit.

{If She knows = true}The second Jen held it in her hands, she knew it was a decision bigger than her. Just the thought that she could be wearing this was making her knees weak. The zippers at the calves were perfectly designed to let her ballet boots through, and the main body zipper went from the crotch all the way to the collar that was topping the weighty garment.

Excited and terrified at the same time, she saw that the collar was fitted with sensors that would likely go off and connect it once the zipper was between its open sides, in the closed position. It was such a glorious next step of her fitting, and she was going to be so stuck in it as well!

Being afraid of losing control was supposed to be holding Jen back, but it was somehow part of the thrill instead. Anything. The ultimate casus belli. She was going to get in with no foreseeable way out under the pretense of being sorry to a voice in her head. So much for control.

{else}The second Jen held it in her hands, something major started moving in her mind. This was not real, was it? Just the slightest probability that it was sent a knee-bending wave of lustful haze throughout her entire body. It had zippers for getting in with her magnificent boots, it had mighty ribbing around the torso, and it was the tightest and shiniest thing ever.

That catsuit did not even need additional motivation. They were going to be together. End of story.{endif}

The main zipper allowed a reasonably easy entry into the zone of tightness. Some kind soul had already coated the insides in a thin and evenly spread layer of lubrication. Anything for the customer.

In the process of being amazed by the catsuit's legs being smooth, rigid and fit for her legs' every curve and muscle, Jen forgot to notice how she was able to step in and zip the zips without any support, while still in ballet boots. An entirely different side of her was celebrating today, that of love and faith in herself. The legs of the catsuit were now covering those of the boots, but it did not look too alien somehow.

Then came the hardest part. The crotch was not just fitting well, it was actively pushing the already very present dildo deeper inside. And it was not even the only part that generated pleasure. Her new latex ass grew so much more sensitive to events as trivial as the movement of air, that she finally had to take a breather of many shallow breaths to avoid cumming in a very **** situation.

"You can do absolutely whatever, babe, as long as the big zip is zipped."

Just pushing herself into the neck and arms of the catsuit was sufficient for the suit to start taking its final form, its final hold on her. Amidst a whirlwind of feelings greater than herself, Jen needed these final stretches to get the zipper from the crotch to the back of her neck. As she zipped over the ribs that cinched her waist, she could almost hear the lightnings cracking before the storm. Before she would make love to the suit.

The moment Jen let the zipper go at her neck, it was smashed together by the halves of the collar. It was done. The catsuit was on, and for good or for better. It felt like flight. The ballet boots barely touched the floor, and even that felt excessive. The first pulses were coming with a load of unprecedented pleasure, and it was only growing. Of course, there was no standing through this absolute thunderstorm. Collapse was imminent, but the floor was undesirable.