Probably one of my most favourite fetish stories ever. Our female main character is completely obsessed with the Sailor Moon character “Setsuna Meiou” and has been working on a cosplay for the character since forever. But with a body, that doesn’t look anything like the tall Setsuna, she comes up with all kinds of tricks to make her look like the character. Her tricks include fake skin, masks, corsets, and all kinds of extreme garments to achieve the perfect Setsuna.
This story tells her entire journey to fulfil her dream, and especially the descriptions of her tweaks make this a wonderful read. The layers, latex, fake-skin, bondage equipment… Just everything works to build an outstanding outfit.
Absolute Cosplay by Metilanato
Everything started a lot of time before, when she found on internet a picture of a girl dressed in a manga character, her face covered with a silly mask, rigid and bigger than a normal head. Kigurumi, they call it. And cosplay.
She always had a mania for a manga character, a green haired woman called Setsuna Meiou. It was a secondary character of the manga and anime Sailor Moon, and she liked it a lot. She was strong, powerful and really beautiful.
She tried sometime to act as her, to try to understand her way to life, to think, being so crushed with that fantasy character, but her real body was against her.
She was not so tall as her, she was more adapt to play one of the other character of the manga, but they were all underage, and she didn’t like the idea to dress up and act as an underage girl having 22 years. And she was not so thin, but she was more than well busted, so at the end she had nothing to do with her, but she wanted to be her.
So she started, buying a catsuit made in lycra and a mask, a simple one, similar to the ones to use on carnival. She painted it trying to match Setsuna face. A wig, this one really good, and a carnival dress she found on Ebay was perfect to let her be Setsuna during her leisure time at home, removing the mask only when she had to drink or eat.
But the that arrangement had some problem: she had to remove the leotard and the suit every time she had to go to bathroom, and it was not a simple affair, with two gloves over her fingers and the zipper and so on. Furthermore, she could not sleep all night with the mask on, because it shifted if she moved on the bed and caused her pain or distress being quite rigid plastic, pressing over her face flesh.
Due to this, she did some improvement, and the results were really good. She cut the leotard and the suit at the crotch, stitching zippers in order to go to bathroom without removing the clothes.
For the mask, she had only the idea to use a rubber swim cap over her real hairs and use transparent tape to fix the mask to the cap and part of the chin, so it can not move also if she trashed around during the night.
After some time, she cut a small hole on the mask lips, so she could use a straw to sip energy drinks instead of eating really, so she could avoid to remove the mask also during a full day or two.
But she started to miss the quite tight embrace of the suit during the working day.
She was a cashier on the local branch of a multinational supermarket, so her work was only to sit, move her hands and talk a little with every customer. She considered it a boring but good job, and she started to think how to enjoy the suit, also if not all of it, at work.
So she started to wear the lycra suit under the normal clothes, as it was an underwear, and the feeling was fantastic. Her eyes were always shining, as she was, and she was, always slightly excited, and that was noted by her workmates, but they thought she was in love with someone and after a couple of days everything was again boring and no one asked her the reason of her slight smile on her lips.
Again, after a month or something, the problem to wear always the same suit arrived to her eyes, and she cried. She was staining it with sweat and wear it off due to the prolonged use. Also if she washed it every evening and caring it the best she could, it was starting to be old.
She had to change it, so she ordered another one, thicker and more resistant, that has been defined by the vendor himself “wearproof”.
The first thing she did when the suit, long sleeved and with embedded socks and a neck so high that could be stretched quite over her nose, arrived, was to cut it and put the zipper for her basic needs, the she put it on over her naked body, enjoying the clinging sensation of the fabric over her skin, over her pussy and ass, over her waist and big boobs, wrapping them tight, compressing them until the nipples protruded also if under a 300 den.
It was a fantastic sensation, and when she completed her costume, with the mask fully taped to her head, after she put the new fabric over her nose and mouth, removing part of her speech, she was amazed to the final result in the mirror.
So amazed that she started to play with her breasts under the Sailor fuku and her crotch under the zipper, until, her eyes closed, her breath going inside and outside the small holes at the nostril and eyes, she went to the bed, unzipped the dress and the suit over her secret flower and brought her to a powerful orgasm, thinking about a powerful man, a man dressed in a black tuxedo, taking her and fucking her until she passed out, murmuring the name of her lover, Tuxedo Kamen, the lover of the main character of the anime.
After that time, her idea to be more and more a Sailor arrived to be quite a fixation. Every moment of her leisure time, all her weekend and the evenings and night she was dressed on her costume, her head closed by the thick fabric, the rubber bathing cap and the mask.
But also the mask showed the signs of the time, so she decided to buy a new one.
Having saved some money, she went to a specialized intern site where they sold custom made masks, and so she ordered a latex mask with the exact features of Setsuna, included a neck and part of the shoulder so the edges of the mask would be covered by the Sailor fuku.
When, after some week, the mask arrived she was so eager to try it that she just undressed herself of the work clothes and closed herself in the costume, put on the mask, that was closed on the back of the head with a Velcro strip and covered it with the wig. She watched herself in the mirror, her sex pulsing, asking attention, so she decided to pleasure herself as the other days, but that time the sensations were more intense, more powerful, maybe due to the clinging latex layer, maybe due to the slightly lack of air due to the combination of small nostril holes and thick fabric over her nose.
But she had to modify her lycra suit in order to fit her face inside the mask, that had specific nose and lips mold to be fitted over the real nose and lips.
It was not a simple task cut the high neck of the suit without ruining it, but she had time and perseverance, so she arrived to do it, then she tried the mask one Saturday evening, after the work.
The lips of the mask were covering also internally her lips, brushing her gums, while the nostrils of the mask were going inside her real ones for some millimeter, giving her free air passage and at the same time blocking the mask over her face, the sweat produced by the waterproof material acting as a glue after some minute.
She was in pure heaven, and it was only on Monday morning when she removed the mask, her face red and her hairs wet, but she was really happy, and after a quick shower, she dressed herself again in the lycra suit and went to work.
Some months passed, and another problem appeared. Her Sailor fuku was stained in some point, the stitches were ruined and her gloves tinted of love juices from the extended use.
She was so happy with the rubber mask that she searched for something similar also for the costume, but she didn’t find anything enough good for her, so she bought another cheap one, paying attention to cover the long gloves with rubber kitchen ones when masturbating.
She started to work on the strange weapon the character had, a sort of giant key called “Garnet orb”, using her skills and searching for tips on internet, arriving after some month of hard work on the evening to a really good result, a lot better than the other replica she saw on the cosplay convention pictures she saw on internet.
At that point she decided to see where and when was the next convention, and she went, dressed and masked, enjoying the guys and girls that wanted to take a picture of her, and also the strange but wonderful looks of the normal people when she took the train and then the bus to arrive at the convention, because she decided to be Setsuna from the start to the end of the day. She had some problem to speak clearly with the mask on, and one of the girls said to her that she was practically perfect, but her voice was not well suited with her appearance.
When returning at home, she thought about it, while undressing from the fuku and taking a bath, only discovering when inside the water since some time that she was still dressed in her catsuit and rubber mask.
Her idea was crazy, but she was really obsessed by that character, so she started to change as much as possible her voice to the Setsuna one, but without any progress, being her voice and the character one totally different. So she thought about an alternative, but she didn’t find anything until she saw on the TV the movie “Mission impossible 2” and the possibility to change with an electronic device the voice.
Thinking, trying and with a lot of defeats, she at the end, after quite one year, arrived to record on a portable MP3 player quite a lot of phrases she could use, cutting and pasting from the original voice. At the end, when she tried it at the convention, there was only a small delay because she searched for the right phrase, but the result was astonishing, and also the people around her said that the idea, also if strange, was really good.
She smiled under her mask, while Setsuna face mimed her emotion.
Returned from the convention, still dressed and masked, she started to think about a way to create her perfect costume to match with her quite perfect face, so she bought latex sheets and glue and other specific things in order to be able to cut and stitch latex on itself and tailor a new Sailor fuku.
With time, a lot of mistakes and some good luck she arrived to complete her costume.
She decided to create it in heavy gauge of latex, one millimeter thick, in some point more than one layer to create perfect replica of the real Sailor fuku or model her body to Setsuna one. It resulted at the end quite rigid and tight enough to struggle every time she had to put it on, but it was more, really more than what she expected.
She decided to create the last series costume, the one with long opera gloves in white, the long bow on the back and all the paraphernalia the real Sailor Pluto had.
Every evening, when she returned home, she immediately took a shower, changed the suit she had on (she arrived to have more than three or four, in order to have always one clean and fresh) with another one, put on the mask and then the costume, closing her body and face under the waterproof skin, enjoying the clinging sensation and the heat building all over her and overall on her crotch. She put something on the microwave oven, or cooking some quick pasta, eating as fast as possible, also if she had to be careful in order not to stain the mask, then she relaxed on the sofa until the heat arrived to be so big she had to move on the bed, touching and massaging her sex, building an orgasm that each day was better and better.
But for her that was not enough, and so she started again, after some month, a new project. Two new projects effectively.
First of all, with her skills on cutting and gluing the latex, she started to create another rubber suit, one in a flesh tone to match the mask she already had, with the idea to merge the two items in a full bodysuit. It was not a single affair, considering that she discovered, while creating the suit, that her idea of cosplay was far beyond what she expected. She wanted to be really Setsuna, so she had to think about her waist and her legs length. She was not tall as her, she had not her proportions, so she started also to think about it.
The second project was about being able to be inside the suit for days, and at the same time be able to enjoy all the pleasures and being able also to perform the basic needs.
So she started to look around, finding the right garments and the right modifications, and with some trial that not always worked, she arrived to a good solution that permitted her to sustain herself for a whole weekend without problems, at the same time enjoy good, if not wonderful orgasms.
She bought a pair of latex panties with included internal sleeves, then she took inflatable and vibrating dildoes, equipped each with a hole where a flexible pipe big as a straw, one in her urethra, the other on the back hole, went out. Her idea, that worked quite well, was to use her urine to flush her back, then another pipe she pushed with some difficulty on the rear dildo would collect the waste, so she could expel it just acting on a small valve she mounted on the end of this pipe. She had to drink really a lot, but it worked, and she arrived Monday at work fully cleaned inside and in perfect shape.
From that day, she continued to drink a lot and avoid solid waste if not really necessary, opting for blending the food or use energetic drinks, so she could enjoy her suit more and more, arriving to try the use of her panties for a whole week, never removing them.
She was in heaven, and so she started to work more and more on the suit in skin toned latex, while, already discovering she was quite addicted to latex and her firm tightness, she bought another item she never thought she could use, a latex catsuit, to wear under the clothes instead of the lycra suit.
Someone at work the first days noted the wrists band that sometime showed from the sleeves of the shirt, but then no one posed questions, and also the customers were too interested in their purchases to note that sometime her wrists were framed of black shiny material.
In her head another funny, crazy idea arrived, so she started to smile more and more instead of speaking to greet or say goodbye to clients, and the big numbers on the screen for the payment already rendered superfluous to say every time the price for the groceries, so she discovered she could easily going through a full day of work without a world.
While going on with the latex suit, already completed for the arms and feet, she started to search for corsets for waist and a way to have Setsuna legs and proportions. With some calculation and some guessing, she arrived to see that she was missing quite fifteen centimeters for her legs and at least ten centimeters to be reduced at the waist.
The latter was quite simple, a good corset with a sever posture training collar in order to slim her neck also was easy to buy and wear, also if arriving to close the gap on the back was not so simple, but she achieved it, using it day and night, while at the same time the torso part of the skin suit she already tailored with the corseted measure.
Then, while searching on the net for something funny and exciting to see or read while building up an orgasm, she saw them, and everything was in the right place. She had her plan, and she had the resources to do it.
After some week where she never spoke to everyone on work, managing only to smile and nod or humming if someone asked her something (it happened three times in twenty days), she went on with another step, and one Saturday, after her usual breakfast made of liquid food, she used long soft silicon thin pipes on her nostrils, paying attention to push the right one down past her vocal chords and down on the stomach, while the other she stopped in order to breath easily and unblocked. The she tried, with a small syringe, to push the liquid food on the right pipe, and she discovered that she sensed the food going down but no taste or smell she was present, as she was totally without tongue or nose.
It was her goal. She extracted a small part of the pipe, smeared it with superglue and then reinserted it, in order to fix it really good to her nose, then she cut the edge so no one could see it. She did the same with the one on the left.
She was aware that her mouth was quite not useful, so she already had thought what to do in order to create a more suitable mouth for her in order to be more similar to Setsuna.
With the latex and some dental paraphernalia she bought on the net she created a perfect mold of her teeth, tongue and gums up to the lips, then she did two copies of the same thing, a sort of glove to be put inside the mouth, sealing her teeth and tongue in a pure white and red. One copy was attached to the mask, so there was no any opening point if not the nostrils and the pinholes of the mask, the other one was conserved for another thing she wanted to create.
Talking with the same company where she bought the Setsuna mask, she obtained the information he needed, so she organized a trip to the workshop and then, after quite a month of waiting, a perfect replica of her face, down to the shoulders, was in her gloved hands, along with replicas of her feet up to ankles and hands up to the wrists.
She smiled, her mouth closed and sealed, her breath rasping for the excitement in and out the left nostril, when she glued the hands and feet to the main skin toned catsuit, then changing the mask and putting on the related wig.
She had in front of her herself, but at the same time she was not herself. She was better, everything was better.
Her body was covered with a thick perfect replica of her skin, from the tip of the toes to the hairs, her mouth lined in rubber, the nostrils segregated from the real air, her tongue dressed in a special glove rendering it more than useless, her crotch connected to the outside only by a small valve.
She was in pure heaven, and she had time to enjoy her situation for not countable orgasms.
Monday arrived, after a full weekend in her Setsuna costume, and with some apprehension she dressed herself in the latex costume and mask transforming herself in a perfect copy of herself again. She had only to use sunglasses, but she already started to use them long time before, claiming for sensible eyes, so no one was saying nothing about the slightly dark glasses that were hiding her fixed mask eyes, only small pinholes permitting her to see just straight in front of her.
She went out, taking the bus and waiting for some strange glance or something similar, but all people around her were not noting her, not staring at her, as she wanted, so she relaxed and she smiled her silent smile when she discovered that she was quite unnoticed at work.
Everything was running more than good, as she only dreamed.
So her life changed a lot, while apparently it was uneventful as always, but she was more and more happy.
Going on with her second latex skin over her real one, she started to do some small modification to her costume, in order to become the perfect Setsuna.
With latex and a lot of patience she closed the nostrils holes of the mask, because she could not see on the cartoon the nostrils on the Setsuna face, so she had to be as her. But obviously she couldn’t hold her breath fro all the time, so she glued internally at the mask small pipes running from her real nostrils under the ears and up to the top of the head, hidden by the wig. She had to find the right way to breathe, but after some time she learned how to resist a whole day inside the second mask, her air going up and down from her head and not her face, the air a little stale and her breathing rapid as after a run.
Small plastic lenses went over the holes of the eyes, enlarged to change the whole false eye with a brilliant one, more similar to the original. Also, she discovered that with two pinholes to see, she had few possibilities to have the two holes one over the other, so she was practically blind. With such modification, she could see quite well, also if all the color were false. A small price to pay.
Then the last item for her costume arrived.
She opened the long box with trepidation, and with stupor and joy she looked at the knee long black latex ballet boots reinforced in steel at the ankles and at the calves.
They were totally heelless, so she had to walk on the tip of the toes to move on them, but she was really happy, because she could put them on her feet, then covering them with the skin toned latex and put the stretched feet inside the modified costume boots.
She was instable, she had pain in her feet, but she was perfect. She was Setsuna, no more, no less.
She smiled, and Setsuna smiled.
She lifted her gloved hands to move her hairs, and the same did the Sailor.
She was perfect. And her pussy said the same, twitching and going on fire.
She used all the evening and the night on bed, resting on Sunday morning and only with a lot of regret removing her costume but not the mask on Monday morning, already prepared to go to work, her new skin not needing special care as her old one.
The time moved on, and she did other modification to her in order to better suit the costume. With patience and some pain she removed all her hairs and nails permanently, and she found a wonderful pair of big contact lenses that were covering all her eyeballs, so she was able not to close her eyes for a long period, arriving, after a while, to glue her eyelids open, changing the appearance of her eyes to something more similar to the big manga eyes of the character.
Everything went smooth and perfect, her skin was always perfect, the same for the costume, but she still was thinking something was missing.
Then she found what the problem was.
Her costume sometime slipped from her body, a glove shifted some millimeter, the boots had some movement.
It was not acceptable for a good cosplayer as her. She had to find a solution, and she found it, also if would be a little difficult to create the correct costume.
She tried a couple of time after months of errors, but she arrived at the right way to remove also the small movements of the costume, and at the same time obtaining the best impact for the pictures a lot of people wanted to take every time she was Setsuna.
She was ready. That day, to experiment in public her costume.
Latex over her skin, long batteries mounted on the dildoes inside her, her air going up and down the tube that were running between her latex skin and the latex mask of Setsuna, the costume thick and excruciating tight, her feet “en pointe” blocked inside the mold of the external boots, so her height was quite 1.9 meters, the long wig to cover partially her tubes, rendering her breath rapid and short.
She was ready, but something was missing, the final layer. She grabbed with her gloved fingers a big and thin suit, something similar to a transparent snake skin bigger than her body but with her features, also if only sketched.
Slowly, paying attention not to ruin the thin membrane of shrink wrap, she put it over her body and face, until the only opening, over the head, was sealed with a strip of adhesive tape.
With a heat gun she started to run up and down her legs, until the wrap sucked tightly on the latex skin, conforming to it and sealing the material under its shiny layer, impeding any movement of the costume and removing a good quantity of movement also from her, compelling her to move slowly and with elegance.
No run in that.
Good.
The heat gun went up, sucking on her stomach, highlighting her wonderful six inches reduction corset, her breasts, her long and thin gloved in thick rubber fingers, strangling in an erotic way her long corseted neck and sealing one more time her face under a waterproof material, the mouth well opened so the shrink wrap went deep inside her, permitting her to move the lips and mouth, also if in any case she had no any possibility to emit also a small murmur..
When she finished, holding her breath, she had to create the two holes for the air and the food, so she could survive.
She observed in the mirror herself, positioned the wig and the other accessories, blew a kiss to her image with her plastic lips, hummed something while the dildoes started to work their magic inside her and went to the two days non stop convention.
She was eager to find how many orgasms she could resist while being photographed.