Fetish Contracts by D3_M

A story about some very special fetish costumes, which is told from different perspectives.

Fetish Contracts

Late night shopping had turned up fruitless. There were no good costume shops in the metropolis. Sure there were costume shops with Fantastic Four, Spiderman, Robin Hood, Superman, Batman, the list of American and European costumes were endless.

Mai sighed as she pulled the key from her purse. She thought everyone she knew from the office would turn up with something straight from the endless supply of comics.

Opening the door and entering she heard her phone ring. Now who could that be? She pondered as she ran to the other end of the hallway and jumped up the stairs two by two.

Flinging open her bedroom door and diving through in a graceful leap she landed on her bed and had bound the handset of the phone into her hands.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mai! It’s Michelle! Turn on your computer quick!”

“Go to this website. WWW.FETISHCONTRACTS.NE.JP.” She sounded really excited.

Mai turned to her personal computer flipped the switch and waited. The slow green indication of Windows XP loading was annoying. Loading up Internet Explorer she typed in ‘www.fetishcontracts.ne.jp’.

She whistled in excitement at the vast amount of costumes one could choose to rent.

Several hours later and a phone call Mai and Michelle decided to go as black and white cats.

As she clicked on the link to order up popped the delivery date. Mai looked over the choices.

• One month
• Fortnight
• Week
• Next day delivery

The party was next week but it wouldn’t hurt to try the costume on before hand. Next day delivery it is then.

Early next morning an old age man in a rather smart suit rang the doorbell. Mai leapt down the stairs, ran straight into the front door at the sound. The collision of human body against oak wood startled the old man who dropped the parcel and then watched as a long arm reached to unlock the bolts at the top and bottom of the door. Mai opened the door and acted as if nothing had happened with the old man looking at a rather reddish and untidy recipient of the parcel.

“I am here to deliver your order from Fetish Contracts.” He announced. “Do you need any help miss?”

“No, thank you.” She replied feeling around for any bruises resulting from the crash. “And your package?” she inquired looking at his empty hands.

“Oh, I am so terribly sorry.” He bent down and picked up the dropped box and promptly handed it over to eagerly awaiting hands. “ I must….”

The door had already closed on the man. “How rude!” he thought as he left.

Tearing off the plastic shrink-wrapping around the box the girl was a flurry of hands. Lifting off the box she took out and laid on the table the following:

• White long gloves
• White long paw stockings
• White bodysuit
• White cat ears head ornament
• White collar with bell
• A card

The card read, ‘Thank you for your lease of this customised costume. I hope that it will serve you well for the term that it is with you. We have carried out the modification work to it for your enjoyment.’

“Enjoyment?” she was puzzled. The phone rang. Grabbing the costume she ran up-stairs to answer it.

“Hello?”

“It’s Michelle. I’ve got my costume!! Can I come over to try it on at yours?”

“Great!! I just got mine too!! Get over here!!”

Five minutes later both girls were comparing what they had put down to be customised.

“Does your card read enjoyment?” Mai asked.

“Yes it does I wonder what it means?”

“I think we should check the costume over in greater detail.”

The costumes themselves looked from afar, ok, but closely there were very much different from the street store costumes on offer.

The material that the costumes were made out of white and black rubber respectively and the thickness of the material was half a cm. Neither the stockings nor the gloves had zips or any other opening.

The bodysuit was made of the same material but also had a tail approximately one inch in diameter. It had a zip at the back that went from the tail up to just below the shoulder blades. At the front it had cups that wouldn’t reveal the breasts. But the greatest shock to both the girls was that in the crotch area were two six-inch rubber toys.

“I think they made some kind of mistake with these costumes.” Mai said holding the crotch piece in her hand. “I know we said stimulating but I meant “stimulate the other people” not me.”

“Don’t be such a chicken!” her friend cried. “It will be fun I am sure. Don’t be afraid at trying something new.”

A queer stare looked met her eyes.

“Let’s try them on.” Was her friend’s answer.

Her friend made her excuses to leave to the spare room to change. After a minute of thought she stripped bare and sat at the edge of her bed.

Reluctantly Mai slowly rolled down the stockings to allow her to put her feet inside. The white rubber felt cold to the touch as her right foot entered. She slowly adjusted her foot and hands to help the stocking fit better. Once satisfied the slow process of unrolling began. Working it over he knees and to her calves she was surprised that she felt good with it. The feeling double her speed. Soon the stocking was fully unrolled and she was enjoying the tightness of it. The stocking held itself as she reached for the other one. Again the process excited her, as the smooth thick white stocking was carefully slowly unrolled until it reached her top thigh.

Grabbing her gloves off the bed she quickly rolled them up and stuck first her right hand and then her left into the rolled up gloves before using each other to unroll them. Both the thick white rubber gloves reached her armpits before they ended. Strange she though how did they know her arm length? Statistics? Those were blown out of her mind as she donned the cat ears and went for the bodysuit.

Looking down from the top she paused. Do I really want those in me? A small voice from far off said yes in no more than a whisper. Putting both her stocking feet through the holes she carefully moved it up. The crotch piece passed her lower calves and over her knees. Where the stockings ended she paused. The rubber toys were now only a few centimetres from entering her. A loud gasp from the adjacent room made her jump and then she too gasped. To her own horror she had pulled up the suit so that both her entries were filled. Although she enjoyed the cold feeling something was still telling her to remove it immediately but that voice was fading as they warmed up.

Reaching behind her hips for the invisible zipper. She found it increasingly hard to close the costume to the waist. After several duels of strength she hadn’t managed to budge it.

The door opened and there stood her friend in a splendid thick rubber cat suit. Looking at her she realised that the size of her bust had grown.

“Want some help?” Michelle purred in a very cat like way.

“Yes! I can’t get this damn zipper up! It’s too small!” Mai complained.

“Breath out then, Mai ” as she reached for the zipper.

Closing the zip past her waist and all the way up to her shoulder blades. Mai squeaked like a mouse.

“There it’s done!”

“I can’t breath!” Mai stammered. “Get it off me!”

“Just calm down take smaller breaths.” her friend advised.

After a few minutes of clearing the air and getting used to taking smaller frequent breaths, Mai having seen enough of Michelle prancing around in front of her and the mirror decided to join in. Walking over to the floor length mirror she found herself see a much more slimmer and bustier female form staring back at her. She whistled under her breath as she realized that all that, was her!

Everything she had customized was there.

No straps: The body suit had none.
Paws: She could still feel the floor with her feet but they made her sway.
Stimulating: As she walked the tail swung left and right, rocking the toys in her.
Sexy: No comment.
Long: Thigh length stocking and armpit gloves.
Warm: The stimulation made her hot as well as the think rubber material.

Michelle suddenly pounced on her acting like a cat. Both girls were a tumbling into each other, as cats would play. They pawed, rubbed and stroked each other. Aiming for their tails, each movement cause greater stimulation and soon both girls were rocked with an orgasm which exhausted them leaving them lying in a heap on the floor.

Mai looked at her alarm clock an hour had passed and she felt hungry as she remembered that no breakfast had been served.

Pushing Michelle off her she tried to remove the gloves around her arms only to find that she couldn’t remove them. Funny pulling at her stocking she again found that they wouldn’t loosen their grip on her. Reaching behind for the zipper to get her out she couldn’t feel it. Walking backwards towards the mirror she could see that the zipper was there sunk into the rubber but her thickly gloved hands prevented her from digging it up.

In desperation she reached for the letter knife at her work desk and cut at the bottom of the suit.

Michelle saw what she was doing and also tried to remove her costume. Pulling downwards at the points where the suit covered her breasts she only managed to stretch it sideways. Leaping to her feet she tried to remove the stockings by rolling them down her legs without much success. Every piece of the costume she touched was tightly drawn across her figure.

Both girls looked at each other in amazement and the phone rang. Mai reached across and sounding as if nothing was happened answered. “Hello?”

“Good morning!” a cheerful voice sounded at the other end. “I am a representative of Fetish Contracts and I am asking if you have received your costume. You see we didn’t get a signature from you so this call will confirm its arrival.”

“The costume arrived very early.” Mai responded “However we seem to have encountered some problems.”

“Problems?” the voice dropped from its cheery tone. “Well I will have to ask you some questions to determine the nature of your problem.”

“Has your lease expired and you wore the costume?”

“No”

“Have you damaged your costume in any specific way?”

“No”

“Have you not paid for your costume?”

“No”

“Did you attempt to wear two different costumes?”

“No”

“I really can’t see what your problem is miss. Can you tell me in more detail?”

“Yes, I can’t get the stupid costume off!!” Mai yelled.

“I see. Did you wear ALL of the costume?”

“No”

“Thank you. You have breached one or more terms of our agreement in leasing the costume to you. I order to remove your costume you will be require to finish dressing and execute some random punishment. I will call you later.”

“Well?” Michelle asked “What did they say?”

“They said we broke our contracts and need to finish dressing before they tell us how to get the costumes off.”

Mai reached for both collars and handed Michelle hers. No sooner as they clicked their collars in place the phone rang.

“Hello?” a quivering voice answered.

“Am I speaking to Mai and Michelle?” an indifferent voice asked.

“Yes were both here. How did you know?” Mai queried

“We have tracking devices in our costumes to allow use to make prompt returns.” It answered. “We also installed on your collars controls that will allow us to persuade you to adhere to your contract.”

“So how do we remove our costumes?” Mai getting angry that she was still stuck.

“Not so fast. Since you both have cat costumes we want you to act like cats cleaning each other. As a constant reward you will be stimulated but will not be allowed to orgasm. We will call again later.” As the phone was put down, cutting the connection.

“No! Wait! …!”

Both girls then squirmed in their costumes on the floor. They could feel it the toys were vibrating, not enough to orgasm but neither to ignore. Michelle started acting catlike brushing her ears, the vibrators in here slowed down to an acceptable level. Stopping a moment the vibrators started up making her stammer.

“St..t..tart ac..cting they s..s..slow dow..n..n if yo..u..u ar..r..re cat..t..tlik..k..ke”

Immediately returning to her self grooming. Mai losing her steadiness she started licking her friends costume at the paws, catlike washing.

After half an hour Mai stopped she had finished her. She could remember that she had cleaned her friend’s costume. Slowly licking at the left paw. She worked her way up her leg, past the lower calf round to her thigh. Licking the rubber she went around the rim of the left stocking and with Michelle feeling every lick Mai did to her buttock. The right leg was repeated in the same way but after her buttock, Mai went for the crotch piece of the suit. Each and every lick excited Michelle causing her to become very wet and giving difficulty to Mai trying to clean her as she became more and more aroused. Several minutes pass and Mai was at her breasts.

Repetitive licking motions cause her breasts to become hard. This protruding shape was greeted with tightness as the suit adjusted to accommodate them. Soon Michelle found that her hands and arms were being lick and a tickling sensation was produced when Mai got to her armpits. A few minutes later the washing stopped. Michelle face was red, her mind was racing. How could she have done that? Driving her close to orgasm but not letting her. Time to return the favour.

Michelle returned Mai washing driving her to the brink of orgasm but never reaching it no matter how many times she licked her crotch. The vibrators wouldn’t allow it. With both cats finished with each other the vibrators erupted into full force sending both into multiple orgasms after playing with them for so long. Fully exhausted and wanting to sleep it off both cats closed their eyes as the clock struck midday.

It was a boring rainy day down my avenue. My life long friend, best friend and welcoming neighbour, Ceki had abruptly told me at the end of last week that she would be going abroad. Apparently her parents had told her that she would be required at a family reunion of her family.

It was really boring without her here. I was all alone, of course I don’t mean that I did not have any other friends but she was the closest friend that I had. Not only just location wise but also we were also the same age, same height and had the same stature. The only difference between us was the fact that we were from different ethnic backgrounds. She was from Japan whilst I was British born and bred.

Ah, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Sarah. You should come and see us sometime soon. We are just so alike that we sometimes go out in each other clothes. It is quite funny especially when we go to discos, bars and nightclubs when were dress in each other’s clothing. You really stand out when a European wears an Asian dress into the high street and an Asian wears European clothing.

Anyways my rather boring day was soon disturbed by a knock at the door. I ran to the window. Standing there underneath the balcony that jutted out was a rather short old man clutching a big brown box.

“What do you want?” I challenged yelling through the window.

“I am here to deliver a package to a Miss Ceki” stuttered the old man.

“Miss Ceki lives next door.” I pointed and motioned to next door.

“I have tried for several days at different times to get this package delivered but there does not seem to be anyone in at any time.” The old man said in a huff.

“That’s because she is on holiday visiting her place of birth.” I explained.

“In that case, can you please accept this package on Miss Ceki behalf and then deliver the package to her when she picks it up.” He requested. “I will drop off a note through her letterbox to notify her that you have the item in your possession.”

“Ok, that fine I said” and opened the window for the old man to pass the package in. From the insides of the coat that he was wearing he whipped out a possession of package notice and began scribbling furiously on it.

“Miss will you please sign here.” He pointed to the dotted line. I read through what he had written. It seemed acceptable, it stated that I had received the package, the date and time received and that I would be in charge of it until it was formally collected. I signed where he had pointed.

“Thank you, Miss.” He said before darting out into the rain. I saw him then run around to Ceki’s house and pass the note in through the letterbox before waving at me and disappearing as the rain obscured my vision of him.

I wondered what could be in the box. I shook it firmly up and down. A dull thumping sound could be heard from inside. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to open it.

The sound of our cuckoo clock cuckooing six in the evening that stopped me from ripping open the package. My stomach growled, the package could wait until after I fixed my own supper. In case your wondering why I need to do it instead of my parents is that they too were out on official business on behalf of their respective companies else it would not have been so boring here.

Opening the fridge, there was a lot of choice but even then the choice was limited to frozen foods. I was way too lazy to go and cook myself a good hot meal from basic ingredients. Picking between the pizza, lasagne and pies I soon found what I wanted for the night a nice pepperoni pizza. It was then that I was caught between decisions again. I could just call for takeout.

I returned back to the lounge and pickup the phone and dialled for the nearest Chinese takeaway. I chose the special fried rice meal when the man asked me in oriental English what I wanted. Putting down the phone I now had to wait for my food to arrive.

I sat back down on the couch and was just about to turn on the TV when my feet hit upon the box that had just been delivered. It would take ten to fifteen minutes before my food arrived why not give the deliveryman a treat I thought.

My hands reach for the tape that bound the box and soon I had ripped it open. Inside the box was tissue paper, which I flung around the room. What greeted me was something strange. A tiger marked back with white front bodysuit came out of the box as I picked it out and put it on the couch. What came next was a pair of feet and gloves that were marked in the same way.

It wasn’t this that surprised me. It was the fact that all the items were smooth and soft to the touch and that they were not made of the normal materials for clothing. It was some sort of rubber. The main suit has a hidden zipper up the back pulling it down she looked inside. She gasped. Inside the suit were two white dildos. Oh my god she though I never knew Ceki was into that sort of thing.

Sarah was truly disgusted. She was about to give up on the item when the tail smacked against her leg. The dildos inside jiggled up and down. ‘Were those things some sort of controller for the tail?’ she thought. But she still didn’t want to put it on. Instead she moved over to the gloves. The gloves looked normal so she decided to put them on. Although she was quite right with the normal bit, the gloves were a size smaller than she had expected them to be but they were long horribly long. It reached all the way up to her armpits.

When she finally had them both on and was looking at how they looked on her arms and hands that she received a little shock. Making her fingers into a claw like shape five sharp white claws shot out from her fingertips. The shock made her panic and she dropped the shape of her hand. She studied the fingertips of her glove closely, careful not to poke out her own eyes and noticed slits. Forming her fingers into the correct positions the claws shot outwards into the light again. Very realistic she thought.

Summoning her courage and curiosity to defeat her disgust she tried on the body suit. She was halfway through putting the suit on when several loud knocks sounded from the door. The food had arrived! She quickly pulled on the bodysuit ignoring the two dildos that now filled her and put her arms through the holes before pulling up the zipper. When she finally closed the zipper up to the back of her neck she pelted for the front door.

“Hello….” The voice of the man trailed off.

“Yes.” She said in a sultry voice.

“Here’s your food Miss.” His voice was dreamy as if he was drifting to outer space. “That will be ten pounds plus delivery fee.”

“Here you go.” I said and handed him the money and taking the food. I then observed as he woodenly turned around and walked in a rather haphazard line into our bushes before correcting himself and returning to his car. I closed the front door.

I passed through the lounge and into the dining room to put down the food on the table before picking up the leggings of the costume. For some reason I was slightly less depressant than I had been a few moments ago. In fact as I continued to move I felt much happier. I had a bit of a struggle with the legs. Unlike the gloves, which maintained the shape of the fingers, the legs moulded your feet into paws. I could feel that at least several centimetres of rubber would be surrounding my feet. The leggings went all the way up to my crotch and were a size smaller than what I was used to.

My crotch! I suddenly remembered the things that were inside me. I bounced up and down slightly, the tail jiggled and I felt a slight wave of pleasure walk through me. So that was what they did. They were joined to the tail and I was feeling happier because of them. It was from my bouncing that I spotted a large belled collar. Seeing nothing sinister from it I clipped it around my neck. Now in order to remove the body I had to remove the collar first. My stomach growled.

Still in the costume, my stomach and I sat down at the dining room table. Unpacking the special fried rice that I had ordered. I brought out the chicken and corn soup. The rubber insulated my hands from the heat. Then came the special fried rice before being followed up by a cold can of pop. Taking the lid off the rice it aroma overwhelmed me and I searched the bag for the correct utensils but there was none. Damn it! The fellow forgot to pack them. I was suddenly really peeved again when I thought of an inventive solution. Using the inbuilt claws to the gloves I carefully pieced the shrimp. As I withdrew it from the box I lost the form for the claw to stick out and immediately I saw the shrimp falling away. This was going to take some practice.

It was two hours later that I finally manage to finish off the last piece of my lunch. And I began licking my fingers. It had taken a lot of practice but now I could us each claw separately wasn’t Ceki going to be surprised when she got back. I had had my fun now it was time to stop. I reached for the collar and pulled. It didn’t come off. I spent the next few minutes wrestling with the costume. I couldn’t cut it off, as it wasn’t intended for me but for my friend. I yanked, tugged, pulled and tried to roll the arms, legs and body off but not one of the items budged from their original position. I ran for the box and turned it upside down. A small card fell out with the following words on it.

Thank you for your purchase of the cat costume from Fetish Contracts. All of the requested customisations have been added. If you have any problems with the costume please call us on the number below.

I dialled the phone number.

“Good evening!” a cheerful voice sounded at the other end. “I am a representative of Fetish Contracts. How may I help you?”

“I want to get this costume off me!” I cried into the phone.

“You know you’re the second customer that has had problems today. Well I will have to ask you some questions to determine the nature of your problem.” The voice stated.

“Has your lease expired and you wore the costume?”

“No”

“Have you damaged your costume in any specific way?”

“No”

“Have you not paid for your costume?”

“No”

“Did you attempt to wear two different costumes?”

“No”

“Did you wear all of the costume?”

“Yes”

“I really can’t see what your problem is miss. Can you tell me in more detail?”

“I signed for a package this afternoon intended for a friend and I tried on the costume because I am the exact same size.” Sarah informed.

“Wow! You have set quite a precedent. I don’t think we have encountered any situation like this before. May I have the name of your friend please?”

“Miss Ceki spelt C-E-K-I.” I helpfully said back.

“Ok let me look up the costumes specifications. Please wait.” A silence followed before the voice came back on. “Miss I have some very bad news for you. I am afraid we will be unable to get the costume off you until your friend returns. You see she ordered the newest locking mechanism and since she bought the costume we do not include the standard transmitter and receiver that are in our rentals. The newest locking mechanism is voice activated so unless your friend comes back and says the, how to put this, ‘magic words’ that costume cannot be removed.”

“How about I cut it off will you replace it?” I was desperate.

“You can try to cut it off but I doubt that you will succeed. The newest locking mechanism has in built titanium locks around the top parts of the arms and legs, for the bodysuit it is around the collar, the shoulders and the crotch.”

I slumped to the floor, totally zoned out still holding the phone as the information sunk in.

“Hello. Miss. Hello. Miss. Are you still there? Miss. Hello. Hello.” The voice said before cutting off.

It was late! The representative on the phone had told us that the package would be delivered to us by mid morning. If it wasn’t going to arrive soon we would not be able to practise our moves that we had been give for our final audition performance.

It was frustrating! I was literally pulling the hair out of my head. The Kats theatrical group had arrived in town and had advertised that they were a few back performers short. What they needed were some local people just to fill in the spaces. Although it is not a speaking part the people had to sing at times during the performances.

I just hope that Eliza has kept a lookout for anyone who may even look like the deliveryman.

“Someone’s coming to the door!” Eliza yelled from upstairs.

I ran across to the door, opened it and peered down at the hand of the old man that was reaching up. Squishy! Squishy!

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! You perverted old geezer!” I screamed at him. I was going to beat the daylights out of him.

“Terribly sorry!” he said maintaining a clear distance between him and me. “But if you don’t say anything and open the door when I was reaching for the doorknocker that is bound to happen sometime.” He explained.

I was in a real temper, absolutely red in the face. “Eliza takeover while I calm myself.”

“Hi there old man! What can I do for you?” Eliza asked.

“I have a package for Eliza and Elizabeth Hammerings from Fetish Contracts.” Stated the man.

“Yes that is us! I am Eliza and the redhead whose breast you just kneeled is Elizabeth. What’s this?” she puzzled.

“Please sign on the form to receive your package and that will be all.”

I quickly signed and initialled the delivery form. The old man ripped it off and handed on part to us and the other part he kept before bidding us farewell. As the door closed Elizabeth and come up behind me and taken the box from the floor where I had put it.

I found Elizabeth opening the box on the dining room table.

“So what is in it?” I asked.

“It’s the costumes that we ordered for the final audition that’s is tomorrow evening.” Elizabeth replied as she lifted off the lid to the box.

We both peered inside it we could clearly see that there were two costumes from the separate hoods and eight paws that were packed into the box. Two red collars also accompanied the costumes as well as some rather heavy looking padlocks. Eliza picked one up and turned it over.

“Product from Finland. Made from the finest metal alloys.” She read from an inscription that she found indented into the lock. “What did you ask for this sis?”

“I told them that I wanted a conventional locking mechanism rather than any new fangled electronic system that might jam up on us.” Looking at me.

“So where are the keys that fit for these then?” she said holding up the pair of locks obviously one for each collar. “They don’t look like normal keys for these locks, look at the cross shape opening for them.”

“Try these,” I said tossing a pair of keys towards her. I then watched as she struggled between the two to find the right combination. It was quite difficult she needed three tries for one and five for the other. That was entirely due to that fact that each lock could have four possible rotations for the key and we had two locks.

Elizabeth picked up the cat costume. It was sticky or at least the paw that she was holding it by was clinging onto her hand. There was a lot of left over static it seemed from the production for as soon as she brought it near her body it quivered so slightly before adhering.

“Hey look sis,” she cried “It’s got me! It’s got me!”

“Cut it out! Where’s the other costume?” she said peering into the now empty box.

Her sister joined her in looking inside. True to Eliza’s word there was nothing there.

“They must have forgotten to pack it or something.” Elizabeth said providing an excuse for them.

“That,” said Eliza picking up one of the paws of the costume that her sister was holding “or they are stuck together by the static.”

A loud ripping noise was heard as Eliza separated the paw and the attached leg all the way up to the waist. It was here that she encountered some difficulties.

“Hello I can’t seem to budge it past this point!” Eliza exclaimed. “Sis put it on so I can have something to pull from.”

“OK!” agreed Elizabeth. She found where the zipper was and pulled it down. The sides of the zipper didn’t fall away. More loud rips followed as she use her hands to bring the back away from the front. As she stepping into the costume she notice that it was tight around her legs. Her jeans began to scrunch up above her knee.

“Eliza will you pull the curtains. It looks like I have to strip before I can put it on.”

As soon as the curtains were pulled and no one could see in Elizabeth undressed. By the time she was finished the only things she had on were her bra and panties. She then picked up the costume and put her left leg into the left leg of the costume. When it was in and she could stand firmly she put her right leg into the right leg of the costume. She pulled the costume up to her waist before trying to find where the sleeves were. Putting the sleeves on was far easier and the smooth motion of wearing a jacket proved that. She pulled up the front zipper up watching the zip line practically disappearing view as the sides closed. When the zipper reached the top she reached back for the attached hood and pulled it over her head. The hood reached down to her neck covering the zip.

“Tada!” cried Elizabeth as she turned around to face her sister. The costume on her made her look exactly like a Siamese cat apart from the fact that there was another set of feet showing and the tail was extra thick.

“Hold still!” Eliza said as she pulled on the ears of her sister’s hood. Elizabeth’s hood was pulled upwards and off as the static held the two hoods together. Using both hands Eliza separated the two hoods from each other and as she pulled down the same resistance from before showed up this time just below the shoulder blades.

“Rats!” Eliza cursed as Elizabeth pulled her hood back over her head. As Elizabeth walked away from Eliza to try on the collar, Eliza found herself instead of catching her sister’s hand she had grabbed the tail instead. The tail itself was also stuck together so as Elizabeth put on the collar Eliza separated the tails.

It was only when Eliza had separated the tails that she noticed the legs and hood that she had separated earlier had adhered themselves back onto the back of Elizabeth’s cat suit again.

‘This is getting me nowhere’ Eliza thought. “Hey sis I am putting it on as well.” I informed her.

“Don’t do that yet give me a hand with this red collar.” She cried. I looked at her. Sure enough the collar seemed a little smaller than her neck. With me being the stronger of the two of us I used my strength to close it and padlock the collar around her neck. I then stripped.

It was five minutes later when I was pulling the hood over my head. I had finally managed to separate the two costumes all for one little part down the spine from just below the shoulder blades to my waist. I decided to put on my collar too but I also encountered a little difficulty, which was overcome, with some brute force and the padlock locked into place.

“Ready to separate the last bit of this costume?” Eliza asked her sister.

“Yeah!” her sister replies.

We both walked in different directions but he costume still held. We tried several more times walking and pulling the costumes apart but it was futile. For some reason that little part would not separate.

“Let’s get out.” I said really tired from the pulling. Elizabeth was the first one to try and remove her collar. Try as in she managed to get the key in and get the padlock unlocked but was unable to slide the hook portion out.

I tried my collar too. Sure enough I could not get mine off either. I also got as far as unlocking the lock but was unable to slide it out.

I moved forward to the box that the costume came in there must be a telephone number that I can ring the shop up for help.

I took three steps before the floor met my face. Since my costume was connected to hers and I did not tell her my thoughts. I had puller her backwards causing her to fall directly on top of me.

“Get off me!” Eliza cried. “I am getting to the box for the telephone number before going to the phone.” I explained to her.

“But we’re connected!” Elizabeth moaned.

“You will have to walk backwards then!” Elizabeth commanded.

Eliza was the front and Elizabeth the back as they tried to walk in rhythm and together. It took them over twenty-three minutes to traverse over seven meters of flat-carpeted terrain to the box and then over to the telephone.

The time broken down included:

Four minutes picking themselves up after falling.

Five minutes mastering walking together with Eliza’s Foot going forward and Elizabeth’s foot moving backwards.

Three minutes writhing about on the floor after Elizabeth didn’t stop walking backwards and pushed over Eliza.

Four minutes picking themselves up after falling over again.

Seven minutes mastering walking together with Elizabeth leading to the phone.

“Good evening!” a cheerful voice sounded at the other end. “I am a representative of Fetish Contracts. How may I help you?”

“I want to get these costumes separated and off me!” Elizabeth cried into the phone.

“You know you’re the third customer that has had problems today. Well I will have to ask you some questions to determine the nature of your problem.” The voice stated.

“Has your lease expired and you wore the costume?”

“No we bought the costume.”

“Did you wear all of the costume?”

“Yes”

“I can’t see what your problem is miss. Can you tell me your purchase number?”

“SCAT740”

“Please wait a moment while the computer brings up your specifications. You ordered one conjoined cat suit is that correct?”

“No, we ordered a pair of Siamese cat suits.”

“Ah, I see what the problem is. Your tailor must have misunderstood Siamese as being conjoined. You should not be so vague about your descriptions. I will process a return and reorder form for you. You want a cat suit of type Siamese.”

“Uh…Yeah.”

“Well if you can return the previous costume to us there will be no extra charge.”

“There’s a slight problem in that. The locking mechanisms have jammed.”

“That is no problem we will sent a technician to you who will also pick up your costume.”

At that point the phone went dead. Eliza had suddenly wanted to get a word in edgeways so much that she had knocked Elizabeth’s hand onto the receiver pad cutting the call short.

It was half an hour later of which ten were spent on the floor and a strange technical repairman before they were sitting on a stool with him studying their locks in the living room.

“Hmm,” the man mused. “I don’t think I can get you out of this. I was sent out here under the assumption that they now supplied the newer standard electronic radio operated collars. I see that you’ve ordered the traditional ones.”

He took a breath. “I’ll report that I cannot get you out of the costumes until they order the cutting kits that are sold in case of lock malfunctions, might take a week to arrive.”

“But we’ve got auditions tomorrow.” Eliza wept.

“Ahh! The auditions for the background performers.” He identified. “Well there’s nothing saying that you cannot go like this. In fact I think to compensate you I’ll ask the managers to see if they can arrange some friends to go with you.”

Any further protest by the girls to persuade the repairman to use any method to get them out only drew out the long answer of why he couldn’t. Apparently when they forced the locks on they had distorted the holes that went through the collar because the collar was too small. That means that when they tried to get out the eyes of the collar were twisted around the lock preventing its removal.

“Cutting it off can be considered but do you want to wear a big bright red collar against normal clothing?” mused the repairman. “Don’t worry about it I will tell the company to make sure that you won’t go alone to the audition.”

With that he headed towards the front door. The girls rose from their position and tried to give chase only to fall atop each other as they hit the floor again. By the time they were standing again the repairman was long gone.

It was exactly twenty hours later after the incident where Eliza and Elizabeth was trapped inside a Siamese cat suit in more than one way when they received a call regarding the time and location for their audition to start as rear performers in the play “Cats”. The time was late afternoon 17:00 in the new theatre of the city. The two of them, or should I say one half of them relayed this information to fetish contracts who had promised earlier that they would not go alone to their audition.

They also ask about how they were to keep themselves in good hygiene, as they could not go to the bathroom. The representative was really perplexed by it and said that the manager would provide an answer to it, as they had not designed the suit for long term wearing. The manager could not answer the question either and said that they would refer it to the technical designer for future considerations.

Sarah was the first to be contacted. She was also the first one to find out that when one was locked inside the suit there was no way for her to go to the toilet to relieve her of wastes. The company suggested that she switched her diet to a more watery one as that would allow her to relieve herself easier as opposed to solid food, which the company could do nothing about.

The company also told her in the same conversation that she would be meeting representatives at the corner of the shopping mall in the afternoon 16:00. She would then be told what she would be doing for being an intermeddler. As Sarah put down the phone she quickly though of what she would do to the representatives once she met them.

Fetish Contracts also contacted Mai and Michelle. Unfortunately for them they had already spent up to four days acting as cats whenever the items inside them started up. The only trouble was that those items started up at completely random intervals sometimes in the middle of the night. They had however managed to negotiate with Fetish Contracts to buy their suits and opted for the new voice controlled collar. Fetish Contracts then recognised the fact that they had to work and use the bathroom.

They were allowed the liberty of removing their gloves and leggings for work but were unable to remove the suit and collar. This did bring in some strange glances but coupled with a bowtie the supervisor at work decided to ignore them under the guise that this was some new work fashion.

They were luckier that then other two cases as once home if they put on their gloves and leggings immediately they were allowed to remove the bodice and use the toilet. Using the toilet paper was a bit tricky as it tended to adhere to the glove when they tried to let go.

Both of them were told to be at the waiting point outside the shopping mall at 15:00 to meet up with several representatives. Being a Saturday there was no problem with being there although they were both worried that they were being set up and having to show themselves off to passing pedestrians.

It was Saturday. Michelle and I had spent the last few days as normal colleagues whenever we were at work. We had recently upgraded our orders from leases to buying the costume in the hopes that since there was no lease we would be allowed out of the costumes.

We were quite wrong about that by buying the contract it only mean that Fetish Contracts had to provide us with a new collar that would be handed to us at the end of the lease. Over the phone we each had to speak clearly the commands: ‘Open, Close, Start, Stop, Faster, Slower’.

Out nights were spent in the costume. In fact the costume almost became a part of us, we slept as cats, ate as cats and cleaned as cats. The representative told us that since we had been so nice they would provide us with some entertainment today and that is why we were heading off.

We arrived at the shopping mall five minutes early at two fifty-five in the afternoon. There were already a lot of shoppers there old, young, adults, children, blacks, whites, European and Asian. We had been informed that we should stand on the street corner and wait for others to join us.

Although many shoppers noticed us not that many approached us but only viewed us from a distance as they passed. It wasn’t until one of the pedestrians a Japanese tourist approached us and asked us in broken English if we were costume playing. I did remember that there would be a cosplay convention this weekend. He then whipped out his camera and started taking photos of us from every angle. Trying to not be noticed too much I stepped away from him but Michelle blocked his shots and began posing for him.

I don’t know what Mai was thinking but I think that I should at least enjoy this and look normal rather than being zoned out as freaks from the passing onlookers. I let this Japanese man take enough pictures that satisfied him. He then thanked my partner and me before getting on his way again.

It was only then that I noticed that the sudden photo shoot had attracted several passing kids, teenagers and young adults. The kids must have thought that we were some sorts of pokemon or digimon promotions and several of their parents asked us to have their kid’s photo with us. Naturally I agreed and managed to pull Mai into the fray with me. I charged a pound per photo.

The kids were naturally happy about sitting on my knee and getting their photos taken. I did nearly have an accident thought with a child. As she was getting on my knee she grabbed the top of my bodice for support as she climbed on. The terrible locking mechanism that kept me in the costume held firm which was a good thing. If it hadn’t been I would have been exposed to the ogling line of older siblings.

It was after several kid photos that the first teenager came up. He must have been having a hormonal imbalance. He asked me for a photo of us sitting on his knees. I balked at his request but Mai chipped in and said ten pounds per person. I think she was trying to drive him away using the price but he said ok and fished out his wallet that was thick with notes. He paid us and we reluctantly let his friend take out photos with him. He then paid us twenty more and had his friends photo taken. I think I must have really annoyed Michelle but that was to pay her back for dragging me into this. It was as if she didn’t want her picture taken with the guy and my plan of being expensive to force him away didn’t work. It was after this photo that more Asian origin people had surrounded us, the tourist from before we here too. We charged them each two pounds for a one-minute photo shoot spree.

It was half past that I left the house with the cat costume that I had been stuck in for a couple of days. It was really uncomfortable that the controllers for the tail also acted as a butt plug. I could only relieve myself from water intake build up, which meant that I had been on soupy food for the last two days.

It was ten to four by the time I had arrived. I was just stepping off the bus that I had used to get there when I heard over the loud speakers of the shopping mall that the new department store that was opening would have a fifty percent grand opening sale. That sudden announcement drew off many of the shoppers there. In fact it drew of all the shoppers there exposing the representatives of Fetish Contracts as the small group around the dispersed. I contorted my hands so that the claws stuck out and attacked.

I attacked the girl that was a black cat first by pushing the white cat girl aside onto the pavement. I knew that clawing the costume was useless, as I had thought about escaping mine by clawing it. So I attacked her exposed skin. She kept yelling for me to stop after I first clawed her across the chest, then her shoulder and atop her thighs before getting a shot at her face.

The white cat girl then pushed me away from her. This only fuelled my anger and I leap at her forcing her down onto her back before sitting on top of her and frantically slashing at every exposed body part I could get my claws on. The black cat girl then grabbed me from behind and forces my arms behind me.

It took the two of use together to subdue the stranger that suddenly had attacked us. My skin was red from the claws that she had raked across our skin. It was a good thing there was no blood. The claws were obviously not as sharp as she had originally thought that they were.

“Are you the person we were told to come and meet?” Mai asked as I held onto her.

“You Fetish Contract people had better get this freaking costume off me!” she hissed back.

“Hang on miss, we’re not from Fetish Contracts.” I said letting go of her.

The cat that had attacked us previously suddenly slumped onto the floor. The sale in the store had attracted away any onlookers to the scene that had just occurred.

“You mean you’re not the people who made this costume?” She asked.

“No!” we both replied. “What’s your name?”

“Sarah.” Sarah said.

“She is Michelle and I am Mai” introduced Mai.

The three of us sat down.

“So what are you in for?” quizzed Michelle.

“Sorry?” Sarah asked back hinting that she did not understand what she meant.

“What did you do wrong to get yourself into this. Is what she means.” Explained Mai.

“We were in for not putting on the entire costume. We’ve been in this for four whole days.” Michelle chirped.

“We get out tomorrow night!” A happier Mai exclaimed.

“I tried on a friends costume when she isn’t here.” Sarah said. “I can’t get out till she comes back and let’s me out cause this collar and bell is voice activated.”

“Voice Activated?” the two other girls replied.

“Yes. Voice Activated.” Sarah confirmed.

The black and white cats suddenly realized why when they said they would buy the costumes they had to say those things into the phone. “Open!” Mai and Michelle both cried into their collar and began to pull at them to get them off but to no avail.

“I should have known that it wasn’t going to be that easy. They did say that we were going to receive new collar after the lease runs out on us. Didn’t they?” Michelle asked Mai. Mai didn’t answer she knew the question was rhetorical.

“So what do you know about this meeting that we are supposed to have?” Sarah piped up suddenly.

“I have no idea ‘they’ just told the both of use to wait here for someone to come and meet us. That wouldn’t be you by any chance?” Mai teased.

“No..” Sarah started to reply when a door opened from the alley behind them that separated the shopping mall and the theatre.

The sound of the door opening and a girl’s voice saying “Are you the girl’s that Fetish Contract sent to me?” Made the three of us jump and spin around. A girl dressed as a Siamese cat was peering around the opened door.

“Yes.” Was all we said as we approached her. We were almost level with her before we noticed that it was not one girl but two girls in a Siamese cat suit. In fact it was the most original cat costume out of the four that we were wearing. We tried to hide out laughter but several sniggers still managed to get out.

“It’s not funny you know!” informed the girl. But it was not the one that had called for us. They had turned around and the other was now facing us and speaking to us.

“When you have quite finished laughing, we are going to tell you what you’re here for today.” A signal from her partner is suit made her stop her speech and turn around.

“Pardon my sister. I am Eliza and she is Elizabeth. Why don’t you all come in and I will explain things.” She emphasized to her sister as well as to us.

“This way.” She motioned as we watch Eliza lead and a very disgruntled Elizabeth start backwards at us.

It was half an hour later and a lot of discussions about how each of them had been force or was stuck in their costumes before Eliza, Elizabeth, Sarah, Mai and Michelle were summoned before the producer and his crew of judge’s.

“I see that you have brought several friends with you and provided your own costumes which is a nice touch.” Commented the producer. “Though I must say,” he continued, “that your costume is rather unusual. By any chance are you not familiar with what Siamese cats are?”

“Our English is proficient enough to get us through this audition.” Elizabeth retorted.

“I see. In that case you have thirty minutes to prepare for this song, which you must sing to us. Any additional actions that you do will earn you additional credits.” The producer explained to all five of us. “Next girl please.”

As we left his view we saw another girl enter the stage and suffer from stage fright.

We crowded around the piece of paper that Eliza was holding except for Elizabeth who couldn’t and looked at what we had to perform. Elizabeth was the last one to have a look at what we had to do before we began practising.

The thirty minutes pass very quickly and soon we were summoned to the stage by one of the permanent members of the crew who had begun some simple costumed choreography.

Elizabeth and I gave our utmost in our performance. We were pleasantly surprised that though we were a thrown together quintuple, we were in sync with the added acting and song that we sang.

“Wonderful! Wonderful! Eliza and Elizabeth’s group! Well done! You have definitely made it.” Shouted the producer as he stood up. “I am delighted to give you all a spot although temporary as a support actor in the background.” We all got of the stage and receive the producer’s praise as well as several pats on the back from the other members of the cast that heard us.

It had been three days since I had seen Eliza and Elizabeth both of them were absolutely ecstatic that they had been chosen as background cast member for the musical ‘Cats’ that was going to be shown in our city for a month. Although they were kept together the producer didn’t seem to mind their predicament so long as they were able to get proper costume before the first show starts in four days time. They had been ringing me up non-stop since updating me on how their rehearsals went.

They were lucky. So was the other pair of black and white cat that had mistakenly invalidated their contracts. May and Michelle it was. I can’t quite remember which was which but they had both bought out their contracts and had called me on the day of their release that a small old man had delivered their new collars and taken away their old ones.

They even came by after their office party night. Their costumes were quite a hit at the office party they said to me at my house. They even managed to show me an instant photo shot with the CEO on that night. I was quite impressed. They even showed me what their collars could do with the commands that had been inputted into them.

Their visit to me was rather unusual instead of coming in rather informal attire, they had come in each other costume. I guess it was to relieve the pain that I was still trapped in my best friend’s, Ceki’s, cat costume. They spent about two hours with me having rather a lot of fun pretending to be cats again. But I soon got tired of it and made my excuses for them to leave.

That was two days ago and once again I felt rather bored. I can’t exactly go out. I was going to spend another lazy day at home when suddenly the phone rang. It was Ceki! She was on the line. Apparently her little visit to Japan had ended early for her and that she alone would be coming back. I asked her when she would be back and she replied that it would be a couple of days at least before she said goodbye.

My heart leapt I was filled with joy. In a couple of day’s time I would finally be out of this dreaded costume and could get back to being myself. I was overjoyed but then this sudden fear swept over me. What would she say if she saw me like this? Could we still continue to be friends? I had found out about her little self-pleasuring costume. Would I need to silence her?

A million questions, scenarios, images and endings flew through my mind. What should I do? I thought to myself. I thought about Eliza and Elizabeth, Mai and Michelle they had all lived through it. Surely Ceki and I could. The images continued to flow from me going from better to worse.

I thought about them.

I thought about me.

I thought about the costume.

I thought about Ceki.

I thought about the number.

I went and dialled the number.

I had just got to trying to unpack my bags from my travel to Japan when a knock at the door disturbed me.

“Coming!” I cried as I went to answer it. Opening the door a little old man with a rather large parcel under his arm greeted me. The parcel I practically guessed what it was. I had ordered it before my sudden departure to Japan and then planned on getting back before my parents knew about it.

I had a hunch that my parents being deeply traditional would have tried to arrange my marriage to me to some rich smutty kid back in Japan. Having been brought up in a western culture environment really taught me that I should stand for myself and not give in to my parent’s demands.

“Hello there Miss Ceki,” the short man at the door addressed me. “I called earlier to deliver the costume but it apparently there was no one here to accept it and it was returned. If you would just sign on the dotted line to receive it and I can be on my way.”

I quickly scribbled my signature on the piece of paper that he was holding up before taking away the large box that he held. It wasn’t very heavy and I closed the door with my foot as the old man walked away. ‘Time to try it on’ I thought to myself as I headed upstairs.

I cut away the packing tape that was holding the box closed and the cardboard box automatically opened revealing my treasure inside. I reached into the box and pulled out the tiger striped girl leotard, a collar, then the gloves and the leggings. But there was more in the box than what I remember to having ordered.

Sitting at the bottom of the box there were two identical muzzles. I picked it up curious as to why these had been included in the delivery for I did not order such items. I was picking up the second muzzle in my other hand when a small note that was stuck to the first muzzle fell off and brushed past my breasts.

Pausing and then putting down both muzzles I examined the note before me.

I was astonished. I had never ordered two costumes from Fetish Contracts, maybe they had got the order wrong or mixed up my order with another. I was halfway to the phone to confirm with them about this delivery when I remember what the old man said at the door. ‘I called earlier … no one here accepted it … it was returned …’ my thoughts re-analysed the phrase. ‘Does that mean that this is their mistake and not mine?’ I thought. So it wasn’t so strange after all.

I went back to examine the muzzles. They were muzzles alright for the suit that I had ordered but they were real muzzles. I should clarify that a bit. The item was a rubber tiger muzzle that when I put would make me look as if I had some kind of snout. However if the user was to put it on it would muzzle that persons ability to speak as it had a long gag extending backwards.

I wondered how far backwards into my mouth it would go. I opened my mouth and then carefully inserted the gag. It went in past my teeth until it touch the beginning of my throat which cause me to bite down on the gag. It was an unusually good fit. As I felt around the muzzle I found that the bottom half of the persons face would be covered if it was used properly. I was breathing through two holes that extended from my nose to the muzzles nose but I couldn’t speak at all. I reached for the silvery band that was embedded into the bottom lining of the muzzle and brought it behind me expecting that there was a catch somewhere to click shut behind my head. But as I let go the locking mechanism just fell away. I was a little disappointed. I put the muzzle down and decided to explore the main suit instead.

The suit too was made of thick rubber I was slowly caressing it while it was unzipped. I tentatively put my leg into it and began to slide it up my body ensuring that it was caressing me back. Several inches away from the suits crotch touching mine I began to wince and twist as I felt the suit’s plugs entering me from below. It was an unusual feeling but soon the warmth of my body spread to the suit and I closed the zipper running up my back.

Without further ado I put on both the gloves that came with the suit as well as the leggings that they provided. I put on the last piece of clothing that I had ordered and that was the collar. With a quick click it was on. I pranced around a bit and could feel the costume warming up because of my body heat. It was when I was prancing around that I stood on one of the muzzles and nearly broke a bone.

I picked it up and put it on and tried once more to figure out how it fastened behind my head but it was fruitless. Every time I thought I had it figured out and let go of the muzzle it fell away again from my face if I didn’t bite on to the gag.

It was at this moment that I heard the phone beside my bead ring. It was Sarah from next door and that she wanted to come over. I told her that she could and since I hadn’t locked the front door yet, a slight security mishap that she would find me in my bedroom. I did however remind her to lock up her house before leaving it empty and to lock my house’s front door too once she was in.

It was about 5 minutes later that I finally heard the front door of my house lock. I moved quickly leaving my door ajar just a little with the muzzles on the bed. I was positioned behind the door itself so that I could spring my surprise on Sarah. I heard footsteps walk their way up the stairs and soon the door was being pushed backwards. A cat walked in and I jumped on her.

I was jumped as Ceki sprang at me from behind the door and soon we were both in a tussle on the floor. I looked at her face and I could see that she was just as surprised at what I was wearing as I was at her jumping out from behind the door onto my back.

It took a minute for us to recover from each others shock. Sarah spoke first.

“Welcome back Ceki.” I said in a soft voice and hugged her tightly.

“Why are you wearing what I am wearing?” was her first question back.

“Well I decided that I would get a similar matching costume for each of us. You never told me that you were into this.” I said pointing to myself.

Ceki rolled off me, stood up and then sat down on the side of her bed.

“I was hoping to surprise you now by telling you that I was into costume playing.” Ceki tried to divert the topic.

“No I meant the things in the suit not the suit itself.” I straightened her thought.

She lay back on to her bed, “What things?” she asked back pretending that I didn’t know.

“Don’t pretend to me that you don’t know.” I spat back. “I’ve been in this costume for a week while you were away and it’s been hell.” I was clearly furious at not being able to remove what was on me.

“What things?” she asked again.

I snapped. “Those!!” I yelled “ON!!”

Ceki gasped as she squirmed backwards as the suit roared to life inside her. She looked alarmingly at me as if to wonder what I could have done to her costume. I finally had her attention.

“Those that are causing what you are feeling now! Those that have taunted me for the past week!” I yelled at her.

“What did you do to my costume.” She gaspingly cried back.

“Nothing.” I explained “You are wearing my costume and I have been wearing yours for over a week. Now say the word to let me out.” I demanded of her.

For a moment the writhing of her on her bed stopped. She seemed to rise slowly looking at me directly eye to eye acknowledging the information that I had just given her. Her mouth opened and I saw it from one word before I too experience what she was and she fell back writhing on her bed.

I was writhing leaning against the walls keeping myself upright as my tormentors were finally unrestrained and fully alive inside me. I could see her writhing on her back towards one of the muzzles that were on her bed.

As Ceki writhed I could see the collar finally touch the silver lining of the muzzle. In absolute slow motion I could see the muzzle’s lining up with her collar. As she felt the muzzle slowly wearing itself on to her face she opened her mouth to let out a cry that never came as the gag went into her mouth and the rest of the lining on the muzzle lined up with the collar.

Ceki immediately scrabbled at her neck that was now totally covered by the collar and the muzzle but she with the muzzle now locked securely on her as it was designed to do with the collar she couldn’t remove it.

My mouth was now filled with this muzzle gag and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t say a thing or remove it from myself. I heard Sarah laughing and pointing at me between her own squeals of delight.

I heard from her, “I can stop everything if you promise that you will wear my costume for a week on end.”

“%$#@!!” I said as I picked up the nearest thing and threw it at her face.

I saw Ceki pick up the other muzzle and throw it in a rage at me. I put up my hand to block her throw but suddenly I felt my knees buckle as my excitement peaked and I gasped for breath. I heard the muzzle hit the wall above my head and then felt it landing on the back of my neck.

True to its design the lining of the muzzle swung itself into position gagging the gasping Sarah as she was recovering from her excitement. Both of them now registered looks of absolute dismay as they realized neither of them could speak to get each other out of each others costume.

Sarah was the first to move towards Ceki and then pulling her up. Ceki held her bedside phone as Sarah dialled the number for Fetish Contracts.

“Hello and good afternoon, Fetish Contracts Helpline. Alan speaking. How can I be of service to you today?” the phone relayed the recipient’s words.

“MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” they both cried.

Somewhere else in the Stickson City.

“Damn! That’s another prank caller for this week!” Alan swore.

The worst part of the journey back into the city was taking the public bus although it was early afternoon and therefore the bus was rather devoid of anyone except themselves. It didn’t help the fact that every few minutes of so one of them would need release from the enjoyment.

Being early afternoon the bus stop had been empty and it was here that they waited for about ten minutes before the next scheduled bus arrived to take them into the city. Sarah peaked twice whilst Ceki peaked three times while they were waiting. The bus pulled up and the driver made a remark about how nice their costumes were and if they were going to a party. Silently because of the muzzles that were now on them they paid the fare for going into the city and took up the back seats of the bus well away from the driver.

The bus ride in was uneventful itself very few people got on and those that did sat near the exit or the middle of the bus. The girls themselves found that sitting in one position for a long time whilst being entertained was absolute torture. Sure they couldn’t scream out but it was the ruts and turns in the road, the bus’ suspension and the way that the driver would break and accelerated that made the ride nightmarish.

The things stuff inside them were being work to the left and right, drilling further in and back out again as the bus bumped its way into the city.

By the time the bus stopped at the bus terminus in the middle of the city both of the girls were red in the face and sweating. They were also wet, really wet as the bodysuit they were wearing allowed the liquid to flow down their legs. Their minds were also being stressed almost to breaking point as each peak began to be reached faster and faster. Every time they peaked now one of them would need to rest a bit on the pavement before being able to continue walking. It would look to any passer by that they had soiled themselves.

It was most unexpected for the sales assistant tending the cashier to see two girls almost crash in through the window of the door. That she had immediately went to help them up. Sarah was the first to mimic for some paper and a pen.

She managed to scrawl on the paper ‘Need help’ before she peaked again making a really large mess on the paper. She resumed after she had calmed down somewhat and finished scrawling ‘get off suits’.

The cashier was quick to duck behind her counter and pressed a button underneath it. Almost instantly a section of the wall behind her swung open and there was standing the little old man that had delivered them the suits.

“Ah you’ve come back. How are they? No doubt they satisfy all of the requirements when you ordered them from us.” The little old man beamed totally oblivious to the fact that the two of them were in great pain.

“I don’t think that they are here to thank you.” The sales assistant pointed out.

“My daughter I am sure that they.” He stopped when her daughter held up the scrawled note to his face.

“Oh Dear!” he exclaimed as his jolliness disappeared.

It took about half an hour and several botched attempts for the girls to manage to scrawl their story out for the little old man to read.

“Well what can I say,” the little old man started. “The material that all my costumes are made from allows them to be clean under the most rugged washes and still survive intact.”

He was interrupted there whilst Ceki furiously scribbled on the paper provided still being tormented by the command that Sarah had previously given her suit. The little old man read the note and then hopped back onto the stool that he was sitting on.

“Yes, yes. I understand that all your looking for is a way out.” He assured that his mind was focused on getting them out. “But you must understand that there are dangers.” It was here that the girls’ eyes opened wide in alarm.

“As I was explaining last night to my daughter when she sold four costumes that were not properly configured.” At this point he gazed at her daughter. “I hadn’t shutdown the program used to make them correctly and was … well expecting them rather than you two to barge into the door.”

“Dad we’ve already gone through with this.” She replied “there’s nothing you can do about spilt milk.” At this reply he pointed to the two girls.

“Oh sorry.” She apologized realizing that they were technically trapped cat girls.

“Anyways the good news is that there is a method to get the suits off you. The problem is that I have never managed to get one successfully off.” He said to Sarah and Ceki who were alarmed.

“What my father means is that he has never had to remove a costume off someone who couldn’t get it off themselves.” Her daughter explained. Sarah knew what she was talking about Michelle and Mai took their suits off after they had fully paid for them. Elizabeth and Eliza had opted for normal locks and had been compensated with individual Siamese cat suits. Ceki meanwhile looked as if she was going to go berserk.

“Yes that was what I was talking about.” He said as if hit had totally skipped his mind which calmed down Ceki a bit. “Your suits,” he went on, “are closed. Nothing that I can do to the suit will be able to reactivate the program used to create them. However it is possible to add or amend the suit by adding more of the material that I use and make.”

He reached inside his pocket and brought out a small capsule, not bigger than the ordinary ones used for medicine creation. “What this is is a small amount of nano-machines that I use on whatever material you request to make it into your costume.”

“Don’t worry its quite safe in the capsule they are not programmed to make anything yet. What they do is alter the structure of the underlying material making it into whatever you programmed them for. It is specific once it’s done the machines reside in the costume until they are turned off permanently. At that point it is safe to wear.”

He said as if it was the greatest invention of all times.

Suddenly his voice went low and serious. “What I do not know sadly is how it will react when ‘live’ machines are added to ‘dead’ machines on a human body.” His eyes told them that he was serious. It had never been done before and it was telling the two of them that.

“Also I am not prepared to use six separate capsules on you to test what will and what will not happen. You are going to have to think of some way to touch all six pieces of your costume together for one single capsule. So are you going to try it or not?” he asked.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it though from the way that you two were squirming I think that is the best way to proceed.” He indicated.

It wasn’t long before the girls were in a position that allowed all six parts of their costume, muzzle, body, forepaws and hind paws together in a rather bizarre way.

Outside of the chamber the little old man and his daughter watched the two of them as they finally sat down. Ready for what was coming next. The little old man lowered a rather strange cylindrical until it stopped about a half meter just above their heads.

“I am going to break the capsule that contains the machines they will remain active until I stop the program.” The little old man squeaked.

A soft poof occurred over their heads and slowly a very light and very fine silver mist. A soft quiver of the costume that they were wearing told that the silver mist had landed and was working.

“Okay the machines will need some time to activate all the dead machines that were in your clothing from the previous activation. So you can break up your position and come back together later. I’ll tell you when.” The little old man told them.

Sarah and Ceki moved to untangle themselves from each other. They stood up and moved away in opposite directions until they felt a slight tug from the bottom of the spine. Their tails had somehow managed to fuse together end to end. No matter how much they tried to walk away they couldn’t separate the tails.

Ceki finally turn and grabbed with both hands her tail and gave a rather heavy handed pull. This proved to be a bad thing to do in several places. When she had turned around her tail touched ever so slightly with the rim of her right leg causing that to fuse together. Her forepaws also ended up fused to her tail as she laid her hands on it ready to pull it apart. The final incorrect thing that she did was pull.

Ceki’s pull brought Sarah who was not ready for it crashing into her knocking them both over. Sarah landed on top of Ceki and as she did the back of Sarah’s costume fused to the front of Ceki’s. Like a reflex action Sarah brought her forepaws behind her and pushed on Ceki to get off her. This fused her forepaws to Ceki’s bodysuit’s sides. During the fall their hind paws had also gotten into a tangle and had fused together giving them one single foot but four visible paws.

This state did not last long as the costumes ripped themselves apart from their wearers who were finally free. The two now naked girls scrambled away from the blob that was consistently changing from black to white to yellow and back again. It looked very unstable as it kept shifting shape as well. Sometimes the surface would poke up all in spikes like cat ears. It would then collapse smooth into a round ball to suddenly burst into multiple long cattails. This pattern occurred several time mixed with the colour changes until it suddenly exploded, sending blobs and strands of the two costumes flying everywhere in the chamber.

One of these blobs hit Ceki right in the middle of the back while Sarah got hit on her left arm and lower right calf. Then what was left of the blob in the middle of the floor pulled itself off it and stopped as it reach halfway between the ceiling and the floor. The strands that attached it too all the surfaces in the room now suspended the blob of yellow, black and white. It began to reel the two girls in towards it. The little old man frantically flicked switches and pressed buttons not knowing what the hell was going to happen. The system was going haywire.

Ceki was being reeled in first by the blob until she was beneath it. Sarah on the other hand was putting up a slightly better fight. The blob the slowly dribbled itself down the strand that was attached to the back of Ceki. She felt the thick liquid flow over her back, around under her crotch and the sides of her body until it met up again at the front.

It was at this point the strand to her snapped and the cat costume began to reform itself on her. She could see as it reshaped itself to her body giving her a corset that squeezed her and making her breasts perk up rather than the leotard from before. Her waist was cinched slightly more and she noticed that the costume had arranged five tails for her instead of the one she had before. She was relieved though that unlike the previous costume where her bodily functions were sealed this one had kept them open. As hard as she pulled she couldn’t get the newer thicker costume off her body, as it froze rigid on her.

Sarah meanwhile had lost her fight too but instead of felling the blob dribble on her the entire thing came smacking down on her legs and arms. The blob worked its way up her legs until everything from her waist down to her ankles was cat patterned. She too was given an extra tail making a total of two. Her bodily functions and her feet however were not sealed. Her arms were under the same thing from her wrists up to her neck she was wearing the costume but the costume stopped just underneath her breasts making her expose, her belly button. She too felt the thickness of the material as the machines shutdown.

Both girls ran to the door as the little old man opened it demanding to know what had gone wrong. The little old man explained to them that even he didn’t know but that he was willing to try again. Both girls who just wanted out rejected this but the little old man couldn’t guarantee them that. He suggested that once he was able to figure out the problem he would call them to help them. Both girls stormed out of the shop.

It was several weeks later before the little old man called them both up but the two girls told him that they didn’t need help as they had adjusted to new lifestyles. Sarah like the new image of long sleeves and trousers with exposed belly button. One of each of her two tails went down each trouser leg. While Ceki preferred her new miniskirts with corset. Her five tails fitted nicely into the cinch that the cat costume had created. Of course both of them were still best of friends and frequently found themselves at each other’s house play with the costumes that had become a part of their life.