Another work by Querthe about a girl getting stuck in a latex cat costume.
Catwoman
When Jean arrived at home that Friday evening, she discarded her bag on the floor and looked immediately at the phone messages, seeing a small red led flashing.
“New messages. I hope something not about bills to pay or special offers. I’m quite bored of them” she smirked.
The device reloaded and played. Apart some garbage, the only interesting news was a call from Mary, 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.” She laughed. “Yes, yes, I know I’m younger only for a couple of months…” she stopped for some second listening to her friend. “Exactly. I accept eagerly your invitation. What is the theme? Mmm, good. Kinky and sexy, all is accepted but not nudity? Ah, this is a pity… Anyway, I have the right costume. Yes, within two hours. Ok, bye…”
She giggled as a little girl in a candy shop, and immediately undressed herself and took a long and hot shower to remove her tiredness. She combed her medium length straight blonde hairs in two pigtails and hurried in the bedroom, finding immediately the heavy cardboard box containing her costume she bought a couple of years before for Halloween.
“I paid it a lot, but every time I used it I was the star of the show…” she giggled, knowing the suit will enhance her slender and little body, sculpted to elasticity after fifteen years of callisthenics.
She observed for some second the black rubber costume, pondering her weight and smiling thinking at the sensation to be covered, closed, sealed in that heavy suit that would leave uncovered nothing of her. She started to push her left legs on the still cold latex costume, but it continued to stick on her, until she renounced for fear to rip it, also if the thickness was near three millimetres.
“Silly me, if I don’t use talcum, the latex will not slip over me.” She said to her naked figure on the full mirror. To be sure to have less problem possible, she used the shower time to shave her body completely, so that the only hairs were the ones on her head.
She returned to the bathroom, but she found that the talcum she normally used was finished.
“Shit! I hope at least to have put away with the costume some… If not, I’m in a little trouble…” she mumbled, starting to search in the wardrobe.
After some minute, she renounced, sighing heavily, when her eyes caught a blue anonymous plastic can on the floor, just under the bed. She grabbed it and opened, finding inside a white powder slightly perfumed.
“It was out of the box, but probably it fell when I moved it.” she thought smiling, covering all her body and face with the subtle powder until the can was emptied.
She grabbed again the costume, made in one piece with a long zipper on the back form buttock to neck and slipped her body inside the black mat costume. It was completed whit paw-shaped gloves and a long tail made in soft rubber.
“Mmmm, I don’t’ remember it was so tight. Maybe I put some fat on my tights… Anyway, I find the sensation quite enjoyable. It’s in some way similar to the one I have when I sleep with my wetsuit on…”
She had some difficulty to grab the zipper with her padded and quite restrained fingers, enclosed singularly in the rubber foam filled paws, but she managed to close it up her neck. With another effort she covered the zipper with the adhesive 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, but mmmm, the slippery sensation is wonderful…” she mumbled, caressing her breasts and her crotch, giggling as a girl seeing her in the mirror. “better stop now or I will be in delay.”
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 one. The part that would cover her face was designed to show a closed lips 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, her tongue sheathed by the hollow one of the mask.
“If I remember well, the lips are not part of the mask, and if I try to…” she thought, moving her tongue. The mask lips retracted slightly and started to move, following the mouth movements. “Perfect!” she smiled, and she tried to talk with all her forces, testing the embedded gag of the mask. “Ppppuurrrr, ppuuuuuurrrr…” was all what she could hear.
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 built-in seven inches stiletto heels 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 form the bottom of the empty box 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 tried to object, but she obeyed, happy to enjoy the near to bondage situation she had put herself in, helped also by her friend, that knew her sexual tastes.
She was so tired that Mary refused to let her go home, and she obliged her to stay in the guest bedroom to rest until she was ready to come back safely.
“Mmmmgghhh, pppprrrrr…” she objected shaking her head and grabbing the car keys.
“No way. If you don’t’ want to stay willingly, I will let you stay against your will!” her brunette friend said, grabbing the drunk girl arms and easily overpowering her. With the help of a couple of other friends she moved Jean on the bed, but she continued to try to leave, enjoying the situation as only a drunken woman can do. “All right, Jean.
Enough it’s enough. Lucy, go in the kitchen and come back with the plastic wrap.”
“What you want to do, Mary?”
“This werecat will stay, in a way or another, and I don’t’ want to ruin her dress with ropes. Now go.”
After ten minutes the girl returned Jean was laying on the bed, struggling furiously in the plastic cocoon she was trapped, only her masked face uncovered by the transparent and tight material.
“Now, the last touch to avoid you can hurt yourself falling from the bed…” Mary said, using the last meters of the roll to block the mummified form over the bed sheets, the wrap acting as a seatbelt over her breasts and at her ankles and knees.
“Pppppuururrr, ppppurrrr…” mumbled Jean, half sleeping for the alcohol in her blood, half excited as never before for the helpless situations eh was. She was sweating since the beginning of the party, and quite ten hours were passed. She was sensing a wet spot on her crotch, and she was sure it was not sweat. She started to ach her body as much as she could, sensing the strong plastic over her latexed body, butterflies on her stomach and all over her body, until she screamed full of joy when the butterflies found their home in her sex. She fell asleep as a baby.
It was only near noon she was freed by the saran wrap cocoon.
“I’m sorry, I kidnapped you in some way…” Mary mumbled.
The masked girl shook her head and hugged her friend kissing her over he lips with her masked ones.
“I…" she gasped. “I could imagine you are not upset with me?”
She shook her head again.
“Jean, feel free to undress and to take from my wardrobe something to change. It’s quite a whole day you are inside it, I think you are bored to be latexed in it, also if I know you love the sensation.
“Mmmghtt, ppprrrr…” she tried to explain she wanted not to be undressed, she wanted to stay in her warm, quite suffocating werecat costume, but her friend didn’t understand, so she pointed to her body and then she mimed driving a car.
“You mean you want to drive home this way?”
She nodded.
“Crazy girl!” she laughed, leading her at the door after a last, long hug.
Arrived in her apartment, she had just the time to find the bed and jump on it, then she felt again asleep completely dressed. When she woke up, in the late afternoon, and she stretched and moved on the bathroom, to remove under a warm shower the rubber costume that was covering her since more than twenty four hours. 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 hear the phone and only when she heard the answering machine taking the call she paid attention.
“Hello Jean. It’s Robert here, your mad scientist brother. Two days ago I jumped on your partment for a quick shower before a client meeting. I’m sorry to having used again yor flat as a hotel, but… Anyway, I leaved for error a little plastic can of superglue in powder on your bedroom. I think it’s under your bed, but I was so in a hurry I just leave it there. 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. She picked up the phone and started to scream incoherently.
“Jean? Jean? Are you at the phone? Why I can’t understand anything of what you are saying? Jean!” he shouted, while the girl just dropped on her knees, holding with both her pawed hands the receiver.
Robert arrived at her sister house in less than ten minutes, when normally he used to drive for quite the double, and as a fury he trespassed the door.
“Jean! Jean, where are you?!”
“Puuurrrr, ppprrrr…” she mumbled, the receiver still in her gloved hands, her body huddled on the floor.
“Jean?”
She nodded.
“What… How… I mean… Why?” he babbled, helping her to sit up and posing the receiver at it place.
“Prrrr, mmmmrrggggg…” she gurgled, her rubber lips moving as she was an anime character.
“I can’t understand you? Can you remove your mask?”
She shook her head.
“You want not to remove?”
She shook again.
“You can’t?”
She nodded and pointed slowly on the bedroom direction.
“There? There is the cause of your appearance?” asked the brother, that was completely unaware of her sister fetishes.
She nodded and returned to huddle on the floor in a foetal position. He moved in the room and watched around, until he saw the blue, empty can and his heart missed a beat. He returned immediately on the living room with the can in his hands.
“Jean, you used the powder inside this can? You thought it was talcum?”
She nodded.
“Oh my…” he whispered, falling on the sofa, trying to find a solution.
They both stood silent until, some time after the bell door ringed.
“Yes?” he said emotionless. “It’s opened…"
“Hi Robert.” Mary said, entering and closing the door on her back. “I just made a jump to see how your sister was after our fancy dress party… She is sleeping on bed?”
“No. she is near the phone, there.” He pointed a little desk, then he returned to watch the empty plastic can.
“Jean. You are still in the costume! But you said me last time that Robert was not aware of your… tastes.”
“I wasn’t.” he sighed. “But now, thank to your fancy dress party, my sister deviation and my inattention, I know, and unless she will remain here for the rest of her life, all the world will know…”
“What are you saying? Are both crazy? One is watching that thing as it was gold, the other is on the floor as she is a real werecat. Are you went nuts?” she shouted a little angry, then she moved and grabbed Jean arm. “Come on, you now must leave this dress. You are inside it more than a day, and I can’t tolerate that your fetish will ruin your life. You must be unmasked now!”
“She can’t. She didn’t use talcum but a brand new super glue.”
“What? What are you saying?”
“I forgot this powder in her bedroom. She didn’t know it, so she used as a talcum to enter that… that silly costume. This is a glue water activated, so the sweat that the rubber forced out of her mixed with the powder gluing the whole body to the costume. She is not wearing a costume anymore. That is her skin…”
Mary looked him in disbelief.
“Wow.” she could only say after some second. “And how long the glue will remain active?”
“Who can know? Hours, days, months…” he sighed. “And I have still to create a solvent for it…” he started to cry.
“Robert, I understand not perfectly the situation, you are the mad scientist, but I know that your sister needs assistance. And I know where to find it.” She exclaimed, grabbing the phone.
“You know some chemistry specialist?”
“No, but I know someone that could help her at least to bear the situation she is stuck in.” she answered, finishing to compose a number. “Hello? Mary here… Yes, thank you, not so bad. I need you… I know that the shop is closed now and that you want to leave for those wonderful waves on the ocean, but it’s really an emergency. Do you remember the werecat costume? The one for my friend? Ok. I need to know if you can do some change…. No, I can’t wait next week. She is wearing it now, and she need the bathroom… Do you thing that if she can undress herself I would have called you?” she exclaimed, quite shouting. “Sorry, but the situation it’s so strange that I don’t’ know what to do if not help her as I can… ten minutes? Thank you, you are really a love.” She smiled closing ending the conversation.
“Who was at the phone?”
“A friend of mine. The one that created the suit your sister is wearing at the moment. Maybe she can’t be freed right now, but this doesn’t mean she must stay sealed completely. Come on, try to find some raincoat or something to hide her, while I help her.”
Fifteen minutes after, a black shiny car stopped in front of a closed fetish store, and three figures exited, tanking the night to hide the form of Jean. Also if covered with a scarf, a hat and a rainwear, she was quite a sight to see, with her strange face and the long tail swinging on her back. Mary knocked at the door, and some second after it opened, and the three entered.
“So, what is the problem?” asked a man on her thirty, dressed with a black T-shirt and blue jeans.
“She used super glue and not talcum to enter in the costume, and now she is stuck on it.”
“Are you kidding?” he shouted.
Mary shook her head.
“Oh my… She is still conscious?”
“Yes, but it’s in her own world. As soon as we leave, her, she put herself on the floor and huddle herself.”
“The shock has been too much for her. Ok, one thing at time. Could you move her to my laboratory. I will try to find a way to free her holes, or she will be dead in less than a day…”
“But who he is?” asked Robert to Mary while they followed the man.
“He is Jack, the owner of this shop. He was a quite famous psychologist before a research on the fetishes let him discover his true passion. He opened this shop and now he sells custom made costumes all around the world. If there is someone that can help her, he is the one.”
“I hope…” he murmured, scared but in some way intrigued by the shop, where hundreds of strange dresses and devices were filling the racks and the desks.
“Now lift her to this table.“ said the man, when the four were inside a well lightened, clean room with a stainless steel table on the centre. Leather straps at the four angles were dangling as sleeping snakes. “Perfect. Now, fix her arms and her legs inside the straps and close them tight as you can.”
“Why? What do you want to do to my sister?”
“Nothing exceptional, if not open her costume at her lower holes. Or in your family you don’t piss and go to the loo?” he answered calmly, washing his hands in a little bathroom annexed to the main room.
Mary did as her friend told her, and she noted that Jean didn’t react. She just started to move her head from left to right just to see around, as it was all normal for her.
“Usually I use this room for some customer that like the torture chamber scenario, but in this case I need her really strapped to do what I need. Mary, you will help me. You are a woman. Man…”
“Robert…”
“Robert.” He smiled warmly. “Go out and wait on the other room you will find on the left. You will find coffee and some snack. Feel free to eat and drink. I swear over my head she will be fine. But give me some time…”
“But…”
“Robert, please…” asked Mary.
He nodded and leaved the room.
“Really she sealed herself with superglue? She is crazy?”
“No. It was an accident. His brother is a wizard of the chemistry, but this time he leaved his spell around…”
He sighed, and snapped chirurgical gloves on his hands. He took a lancet and moved it near Jean crotch.
“Gee, I remember she wanted the suit tight, but this way. I can really see perfectly her labia. Good, it will be easy to cut an opening on her. I hope the same will be for the rear…”
He cut the thick rubber until he could saw the flesh inside.
The rubber is glued perfectly to her. There is no possibility to remove it from the area, and now that I cut it, her pussy is remaining opened under the tension of the material. Shit, I need to create something…”
“Why?”
“She can’t go around this way!” he pointed the crotch of the werecat.
“No, she can’t.” blushed the woman. “What do you want to do…”
He smiled sadly.
“Well, she is completely rubberised, a little more will not do the difference, no?” he said smiling, rummaging in the drawers until he found what he was searching. “This is a condom sheath, and with a little modification and this catheter and a change in her costume she will be able to manage the strange situation she put in…”
“What do you mean?”
“Look.”
He cut with precision the end of the black rubber thin condom sheath, and with some rubber glue he fixed it over the edge of the slit he just did, sealing Jean pussy from the air, but not impeding her to go to the bathroom. With gentle touches he pushed the rubber membrane inside her.
“Mmmmghtt, ppprrrrr…” Jean crooned, moving her hips to enhance the sensation.
“Shhh, pussycat, shhhhh…” he whispered, finishing the operation. He patted the masked head a couple of time, caressing her tummy as she was a real cat. She opened a couple of times her false lips. “Puuurrr, purrrr…”
“She likes it?”
“Yes. I could be wrong, but I think her mind was overwhelmed by the implications to be stuck in this costume, so she just erased the Jean you know. She is thinking to be really a cat, so what she sees and feels correspond to what she thinks she must feels.”
“She is a cat now?”
“She thinks to be a cat, and we must only follow her path. Trying to deny it too much violently could bring her to total madness.” He explained. “Now help me to turn her. I need full access to her tail for a couple of adjustment. I hope only to have the right anal plug…”
“Anal plug?!” she shouted removing the straps from her friend wrists.
Jean mumbled watching her and tried to run away.
“No, no, my dear, stay put…” he smiled to her, starting again to caress her head, until she calmed down and docile she let him strap her with her tummy on the hard steel surface. “Mary, please, calm down you too. I will never harm her, but the situation she is in needs strange measures…”
“O… ok.” She mumbled.
“Good. I have to leave for a minute, to search the right things. You just continue to talk her and to caress her. She is a cat, think at her as a cat, or she will try to run away, ok?”
She nodded.
Jack disappeared for some time, and when he returned he was carrying on his arms what seemed to be a long tail made of black rubber, a sort of strange pacifier and other things made in transparent and black latex.
“Here we are. How is our Jean?”
She purred in his direction flexing slightly her paws.
“Good girl, good. Now I will insert you something. Maybe it could be a little annoying at the begin…” he smiled, using again the lancet, cutting also her false tail. “Wow, it seems we arrived just in time. Mary, free her immediately while I try to find something for her…2
“What?”
“Do it, please!” he shouted exiting.
“But why I have to… Oh my, Jean, you really needed to go the bathroom… Oh my God!” she screamed, seeing what she was doing.
When the man returned, the problem was to clean the table and the floor near it, but with some time and a lot of patience the two did it, cleaning also Jean in the process, outside and inside via warm enemas.
“Now…” he sighed. “If there are no other problems, I will finish you…”
“Jack, I’m really sorry…”
“No problem. I will just pretend from you a big, big order next time…” he joked, returning to work on the rubber catsuit.
“This is sure…” she smiled him back. “What are you doing?”
“It’s hard to explain…” he mumbled, bended over the girl back. “If you want, there is some hot coffee on the other room. Check if your friend was not completely drunk of it…”
“It’s a gentle way to tell me to go away?”
“More or less. I’m sorry, but I work better alone, and working over a human filled catsuit is not my idea of normal work…”
“I can understand. You know where we are, if you need help.”
“Thank you.” He said while she leaved the room, joining Jean brother in the other room. He was still looking at the empty can, a cup of cold coffee near him.
“How is she?”
“Not so bad, now that she is empty…”
“You mean she…”
She nodded pouring the hot black liquid in a white cup.
“Your friend can do something?”
“He is already… modifying the suit to permit her to be independent, but he said me that the shock for what she did hit her mind…2
“So?”
“She believes to be a cat… She act as a cat, she move as a cat, she is a cat, not only in the aspect.”
“She is crazy?”
“Only for a short period. She need time to recover, and we need to help her not pushing her continuing to say she is a human and so on, or the damage could be permanent.”
“But how I can…”
“You need to phone at her work saying she is ill and she need to go abroad to be cured. You think only to find a solvent for the glue, I will do the rest.”
“Mary…”
“Yes?”
“Thank you…”
She smiled caressing his hand and closing her eyes sighing.
Quite half an hour after Jack, sweating and with his black hairs wet on his scalp arrived in the room and silently he drink two big cup of coffee before seating and relaxing, her shoulders going down as it was tired.
“So?”
“All went good, also if I don’t know how she will react exactly when she will discover what I did to her. Now she is sleeping. I used on her some sleeping gas I had for some medical fetish game, and I think she will sleep up to tomorrow morning…”
“I can see her?”
“Yes, if you want.” He said sitting up. “So I can also explain to both how to handle this oversized cat…”
“She is still a human.”
“Yes, I know, but I think that she will need at least a month before starting to understand it…”
They moved on the room where a peacefully sleeping shiny rubber cat was squatted on the steel table. He moved her on her back, opening her bended legs to show a completely smooth surface.
“I fitted her with a catheter glued to her rubber condom, the one I fixed while you were here, Mary. The pipe from here is running under this panties that I glued over the existing suit, and it finishes on the tail that now is hollow and fitted at the end with a special valve. Here, you can see. It’s just necessary to push here and the valve open.
She can use it also with her pawned fingers…”
“Wow.” Robert exclaimed. “And for her… how we can say…”
“For the other thing, she is fitted with an hollow inflatable anal plug that is connected directly to her tail. I will give you a special device that will provide her with the daily enema she needs.” He showed a little structure with a couple of bags and other valves. “I suggest anyway to reduce her diet to liquid or quite liquid diet…”
“You did really a good job, and I was sure of it. Now we need only t find a place were she will be safe until her brother will not find a cure…"
“I hope for you to find it quickly. Now, also if I could be considered rude, could you please take her and go away? I’m really sleeping, and I’m a little upset due to my holiday gone to the hell…”
“Jack, sorry…”
“Go away before I will start to cry…” he smirked, helping them to transport the sleeping masked girl and the enema device to Mary car and looking them starting to drive.
“Now, you need to sleep, and I need too. Tell me where your home is, them I will go home, check Jean and go under the bed.”
“You mean you will host my sister?”
“Yes, more or less… Now I’m too tired to think this is not a good idea, but this is the only way I know to be near her when she will awake.”
“Thank you. Tomorrow I will start immediately to find a solvent.” He said. “It’s my fault her situation…"
“It’s also mine, but anyway, we will find a solution.”
Mary waved her and to Robert restarting to drive, and after some minute she arrived at home. With some difficulty she moved the sleeping body of Jean inside, then she thought, in front of a good glass of whisky, how to manage the situation.
“Well, I can leave her here. The best idea it’s to put her on the guest room. Yes, but if she awake, what she could do? No, I need to check her… My bed is big enough, but…
Oh, at the hell, she is not really a cat, she can’t cause a lot of problems…” she sipped the last tear from the glass, then she lifted the warm and shiny rubber body on the king bed at the first floor.
She took a shower and slip under the bed sheets naked, as she did normally, and quickly she was sleeping.
The night was silent and calm. Nothing was moving; nothing disturbed the bedroom where Mary and her friend Jean slept in opposite conditions. The fresh silk bed sheets were caressing the naked body of the tall brunette, her face smiling during a good dream. Near her, with legs and arms folded close to her body, there was her friend, who seemed more like fetish werecat than a girl. All of her body was sealed inside a thick rubber costume, shiny and apparently seamless, with big paws where her hands and feet were. A long tail started from her rear and lay along the bed, the length quite equal to the length of her legs. Small noises were coming from her mask, the slightly parted lips of her latex face indicated she was sleeping, but she also was dreaming, and not exactly a sweet dream it seemed.
Mary moved abruptly, her right arm slapping the body of the latex covered friend, then retracted as she continued to sleep.
“Mmmmgh?” mumbled Jean, slightly waking up. She opened her eyes, hidden under rigid plastic lenses, and looked at the back of the woman. “Puuuur… puuuur,” she mumbled, the best she could say with the special gag in her mouth and the rest of her mask glued to her skin as the full costume.
Jean moved, slowly and with great flexibility, down onto the floor, and stretched as if she were a real cat. She felt something strange inside of her. Something she was sure she used in her past life, when she was something else, a woman, but she couldn’t remember the name.
“But now I’m again what I am really, a cat…” she said to herself. She tried to touch her crotch and her ass with the gloved hands but the smooth paws slid over the smoother surface of her catsuit. She grabbed her tail, trying to move it and see what it was she felt there. But as soon as she pulled it slightly the rear plug, sliding inside her hole, enflamed her libido…
“Puuurrr!” she howled, half in pain, half in ecstasy. She moved it a couple of times, then focussed her attention to the half smiling face of Mary. She tilted her head.
“Mmmmrrrrr…,” she mumbled, resting on her knees on the floor with her pawed hands over her crotch. She wanted her as a toy. “Puuur!” she called to her.
The girl continued to sleep.
“I want to play,” she thought looking around searching for some toys. But she found only a light nightgown discarded on the wood floor.
She munched it a couple of times, the rubber inside her mouth preventing her from savouring anything other than latex. She seemed annoyed and tried to remove the mould from her mouth with her tongue, but it stayed where it was. She shook her head, mumbled, and lost interest of the nightgown and moved to the windows, attracted by some noise outside. She used her back to lift her arms onto the window ledge, just like a real cat with no possibility to stand up. She looked out, but the moon was not providing enough light to let her see her surroundings. She listened. Far away, some of her companions, other cats, were chatting, and she was stuck in the room. She looked at the door and realized that there were no possibilities of running away. “I want to play,” she repeated to herself, moving silently onto the bed again. She bit the bed sheet to remove it and got a better look at Mary’s body.
She was naked and Jean liked it. She was not a cat like her, but she was in some way sexy. Her body was not black like hers, was not shiny like hers, and the lack of a tail was quite astonishing, but she continued to find her sexy. Really sexy.
The brunette moved again and lay on her back. Her firm breasts were like two big play toys for the werecat.
She tried to lick her lips with her tongue, but the gag impeded it.
“Purrr…,” she repeated, liking yet hating her gag. She moved back to get a better view of her new toy.
She was attracted by something she knew was between her legs, at her crotch. She silently arrived near her foot, slow like a predator. Then she lifted her hands and put them on Mary’s left leg trying to be as gentle as possible. She pulled and her leg fell down the bed sheet to where it touched the cold floor letting her discover the hidden treasure the brunette had between her legs.
Mary moved slightly disturbed by the cold on her feet, mumbled, then inhaled deeply and sighed, her right hand sliding from her stomach to cover her crotch.
“Mmmmm…,” she mumbled again, her middle finger over her sensitive spot like she also did when awake.
“She is still sleeping,” thought the rubber werecat. “My toy is still sleeping. And she also wants to play. She hid what I want. She wants to play. Good. Miaooowww…,” she smiled.
Jean moved again along the bed. Her nose arrived near her friend’s body, so near to her neck as to sniff her perfume, a mix of sweat and expensive essence. Jean inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, while some small butterflies started to flutter inside her stomach. Her lips moved along Mary’s neck until they arrived at and attached to Mary’s, slightly parted. Her breath was similar to honey to Jean. Her rubber face pressed over her friend’s mouth as she wanted to kiss her.
“Mmmmm…,” mumbled the brunette, disturbed.
She opened her eyes, half awake, and immediately widened them. She retracted, scared by the vision of her black latex friend.
“Jean!” she howled. “What…”
“Puuur…”
“Jean…” she soothed, her hands on her chest. “Oh my, you really scared me. What do you want?”
“Prrrr, mmmrrrggg…,” she tried to smile, going near her, jumping on the bed, her hips going up and down like a sensual predator. She again tried to kiss her, but Mary retracted, so she just mumbled and crouched down, continuing to look her.
“Jean, can you understand me?”
“Mrrrggg…”
“Jean…,” she sighed. “Come on, it’s night. I’m tired, and you should be too…,” she yawned. “Let’s go to sleep. OK?”
The werecat just moved over to the bed and tried again to kiss her and to move her right paw near her breasts.
“Come on Jean…” she mumbled. But Jean didn’t stop her advances. “We are tired and…” The rubber lips pushed over hers, the rubber tongue moved in and out touching her and sending shivers all along her spine. “Jean…,” she sighed, her arms hugging her. “Please stop…”
“Puuurrr…,” her head moved down, biting her left nipple gently, then the right one; then going down stopping at the bellybutton, then going up again to lick the neck, the shiny lips sucking Mary’s tender flesh.
She moved around, slowly, never stopping teasing Mary, until her rubberised breasts brushed the brunette’s back, the warm surface in some way arousing her. Her breath became deeper, her eyes closed.
“Jean… please… please!” she said, her hands on her crotch, massaging it.
Jean was aroused too, and she moved under Mary breasts, lifting and squeezing them a little. She was happy, but she wanted more. She knew she could do more, and she knew she wanted the treasure between her legs.
“If I play with her, she can play with me. My paws can’t get where I want…” she thought. She moved, stopping to touch Mary, and she pushed her friend on the bed, gently but firmly.
“What do you want to do? Jean, come on, kitty, we need to sleep…,” she repeated. But her hands were still on her crotch, playing with her pussy. The vision of her latex sealed friend stimulated her in some way.
“No sleep, no sleep…,” Jean thought, her body over Mary’s, her breasts over hers, her latex tongue playing with hers, trying to satisfy her passion.
Slowly her lips moved from Mary’s mouth to her neck, then to her breasts and down until her head disappeared between her legs. The brunette moved her hands, gripping the sides of Jean’s mask and slowly pushed her face into her dripping pussy, hoping she wanted the same thing she was wanting at that moment.
“I love to lick. I love to lick tasty things… It’s not milk, but the smell is good mixing with the rubber that is sealing me…,” she mumbled, and the thought of it enflamed her to the point that she started to lick furiously around the slit of her friend.
“Oh Jean!” she cried, pushing the latex mask deeper between her legs, feeling the warm breath going in and out the nostrils over her sensitive spot.
The rubber cat continued to lick, going more and more forceful on her clitoris. She delighted in seeing Mary’s body arch slowly, and then go down in a bump, then up again when she changed the pace. Her paws played awkwardly with her breasts. Then she stopped and looked up, her eyes encountering the ones of her friend.
“Please, finish me… I don’t know what you did, but seeing you, seeing you in that suit, knowing you are sealed in it, with no possibility for you to be free and imaging that you are not understanding a word of what I’m saying, well, I’m really hot. Please finish me…”
Jean tried to smile, she understood what she was saying, even if she was a cat, and she wanted to finish what she started, but not in such a hurry. She wanted to play with her as a cat with a mouse. Her face moved again to her breasts, licking them, sucking them and biting them with her rubber lips and teeth. She sensed the arousal in her friend, and that they both were in a frenzy.
Their lips met, their tongues started again to dance and suck and play with one another. Jean hovered above Mary’s body until Mary, by chance, found her friend’s long and quite thick tail made of semi-rigid rubber. An idea formed in her mind. She smiled and grabbed a hold of it.
“Oh my, I never thought about that…” she said, sucking one of Jean’s rubberised nipples, her other hand going down along the shiny spine and then cupping over the pulsing and sealed pussy of her friend.
“Mewww!” Jean howled. The soft and precise touch of those fingers moved her to another planet. She was not aware of anything, just the touch of Mary’s fingers, until something started to pull slightly on her anus.
She twisted her head to look, discovering that something was pulling her tail, gently, adding to the pleasure coming from her front hole. Mary was using the cylindrical tail as a dildo inside her wet pussy, mumbling and biting her lips to avoid crying.
Jean answered by kissing her deeply, suffocating her with her passion. Her friend changed the pace of her fingers until both arrived at the point of no return, orgasming together, one pushing the tail deep inside her, the other pleading with strange noises begging for release, that came by a wet tongue going up and down the latex covering her.
“Puuurrr…,” she relaxed, spent, just like her friend near her, panting and sweating.
They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
A cat that watched the scene purred and jumped from the window ledge to the ground and ran to the others that were playing on the ground.