She decides to complete her outfit.

"I believe that. This is all for me, and I want to dress myself properly before heading out!"

As Jen focused on the thought, her bra went easy on her, allowing her to search around the hangers and find a pair of attractive latex trousers. She took a deep sniff of them.

"Fuck yes. Mine." — this alone made her penetrated pussy warm up a bit more. Icy air outside was making any temperature change down there easier to notice. Jen saw laces going downwards from the knees that would allow to get past her shoes that she could not take off right now... or anytime soon.

The girl walked towards the bench that was a few loud stiletto steps away, sat on it carefully and started to get into the trousers meditatively while the bra continued to buzz at a lazy pace, keeping her mildly excited but not distracted.

Jen admired how the second layer under the laces prevented her long thin heels from catching them, and the pre-applied lubricant let her legs slide inside smoothly, even though the fit was tight.

Click-click, she stood up to finish donning the marvelous latex pants. They had no crotch zipper, just the light pink belt that was built in and hung open on her hips. Its clasp was very similar to the ones on Jen's heels and bra.

{If Insanity >89}"Yes, it'll close. And lock. Oh no. Oops. What a shame. I'll be stuck in these wonderful trousers. Maybe forever. Doesn't sound like a bad thing at all."

"That's the spirit. Close it now."

{else}"Ummhm, it's still better than walking around with a dildo sticking out of my pussy and my ass naked, right?"

"Absolutely, your asshole must be filled as well."

"Why did I ask you... I won't get far with that much stimulation."{endif}

The girl pushed the clasp together, and it locked with a loud crisp. Then the already tight pants started to finalize their shape. First, the laces down Jen's knees started tightening until they could not be seen anymore, hidden beneath the seam. They also covered the ankle strap on the shoes, cutting acccess to their keyholes, even though the latex was so tight around there that they could be seen through.

The main action, however, started when the belt started sucking material in, making a lot of evenly distributed, but still immense pressure all around her hips and her groin. Jen never felt any pants pushing her crotch up with this strength. In addition, that pressure also pushed the dildo sealed beneath the white latex much deeper inside. For some reason Jen felt like she was flying in the sky. Her vision blurred, her muscles started stretching on their own, and she fell onto the bench, rubbing her new, impossibly tight and smooth ass. And then the nipple massage from her bra kicked in.

As the reasonable side of her mind suffered a critical failure and was shut down for good, the senses were set off as the big O struck her. Clouds were throwing her from one to another as she traveled the higher edge of troposphere with speed of several miles per second. The screams echoed in the white hall for a few more minutes.

***

When Jen managed to recover, she noticed that something has changed. It was not about her pleasantly swollen nipples and not about her brand new latex ass. It was something missing in her mind.

“It was just your ability to make conscious choices, nothing important.”

“If you say so... I feel so much calmer now. Where did we stop?”

“These pants are incredibly appropriate. But what about the top?”

“Yes, a jacket would go nicely with them.”

Jen stood up and managed to find the desired item after rumbling inside the white wardrobe for quite a while. The jacket was also made of latex and had two expensive-looking buttons on the front.

The girl quickly threw it on and buttoned it up. She looked attentively as the jacket tightened on her body to repeat its every curve and accentuate the deep V-shaped cleavage, exposing the bra a little bit. The buttons merged with their holes, and a keyhole appeared on one of them. The jacket’s sleeves remained loose.

Jen saw a mirror nearby and stroke a pose to show off her new outfit.

“I’m like a singer from 70s! They surely knew how to have fun back then! Now, where is my audience? I’m not gonna perform for the furniture!”

“I think we can go around and search for it, as well as for some accessories...”

At her arousal level, Jen knew the distance she could travel mostly depended on her bra's dormancy, yet being at her underwear's mercy was better than not going anywhere at all.