Short story about a woman getting stuck in a latex cat costume.
Cat Costume
When Jean arrived at home, she looked immediately at the phone messages, and found one from a friend of her that invited her to a fancy dress party that evening.
“Mmm, it was centuries ago when I attended at the last party…” she smiled, making the friend phone number.
“Hello Mary? Yes, Jean here. Happy birthday! So you are twenty four years old now? How old you are, granny. Yes, yes, I know I’m younger only for a couple of months… Anyway. I accept eagerly your invitation. What is the theme? Mmm, good, I have the right costume. Yes, within two hours. Ok, bye…”
She immediately undressed herself and took a shower. She combed her medium length blonde hairs in two pigtails and hurried in the bedroom, finding the heavy cardboard box containing her costume. She was proud to have found it.
“I paid it a lot, but every time I used it I was the star of the show…” she giggled.
She started to push her left legs on the latex costume, but it continued to stick on her, until she renounced.
“Silly me, if I don’t use talcum, the latex will not slip over me.”
She returned on the bathroom, but she found that the talcum was finished. She searched on the wardrobe, hoping she stored some of it with the costume, and she found a blue plastic can with inside a white powder slightly perfumed.
“It was out of the box, but probably it fell when I moved it.” she thought, covering all her body and face with the subtle powder.
She grabbed again the costume, made in one piece with a long zipper on the back form buttock to neck and slipped her tonic body inside the black mat costume completed whit paw-shaped gloves and a long tail made in soft rubber. She had some difficulty to grab the zipper with her padded and quite restrained fingers, but she managed to close it up her neck. With another effort she covered the zipper with the rubber flap at its side, rendering the costume as sprayed over her.
“I had a good idea to buy it a size smaller. It fit me as a glove. I have to admit I prefer use it during winter, now I’m starting to bath in my sweat…”
She took the mask and observed it for a second. It was a complete hood without zippers, with a long neck to be pushed under the suit neck. The face part was designed to show a smiling werecat with plastic and unblinking manga blue eyes. A moulded mouthpiece was attached on the inside, quite scaring considering its length and dimensions. Jean stretched the neck and slipped her powdered face inside the mask. She put her two pigtails inside the hollow big pointed ears of the mask and double checked that the holes were aligned with her nostrils while she munched the mouthpiece that was not so long to make her gag but stimulating her reflex for a while, until she was accustomed.
“Ppppuurrrr, ppuuuuuurrrr…” was all what she could say trying to talk.
She smiled under her gag tugging the mask under the suit neck, sealing all her body under the sweaty and warm latex surface.
She stood a second in front of the mirror. The seven inches stiletto heels built in on the suit were forcing her legs in a striking posture, and the excruciating tight rubber was highlighting her young and sexy forms up to the point she could see her erect nipples and her labia stretched by the black but still mat material.
“One thing to finish…” she thought grabbing the silicon based shining spray and using it abundantly on the costume surface, until she could see her reflex on the curved surface. “Good.”
She took her purse, the car keys and leaved the apartment.
The party was fantastic, and she was the most looked female, apart the host, that stated she had no to unmask herself for all the party for punishment to have found a costume more sexy than the harem suit Mary was wearing.
“Ppppuuurrr, purrrrrr…” she objected, but she obeyed, and was only near the dawn she recovered enough to drive home, tired but happy, still in her warm, quite suffocating werecat costume.
Arrived in her apartment, she had just the time to find the bed and jump on it, then she felt asleep completely dressed. When she woke up, in the early afternoon, she stretched and moved on the bathroom, to remove under a warm shower the rubber costume. She searched for the zipper, but when she found it and tug it down, it resisted. She tried again with more strength, but she felt as she was tugging her skin.
“Oh my…” she sighed. She grabbed the mask and tried to peel it off, but it was attached to her face skin as it was welded. “What…”
She was so angry that she didn’t heard the phone and only when she heard the answering machine take the call she paid attention.
“Hello Jean. It’s Robert here, your mad scientist brother. Last time we saw I leaved for error there a little plastic can of superglue in powder. Can you find it so I could take it to my laboratory to find a solvent? Ah, pay attention, it’s water activated…”
“Nnnnnnnuuuuu!” she screamed, tears fogging the plastic lenses of her mask, or we have to say her face?