Karen – Theme Park by MonsterP63

Karen – Theme Park by MonsterP63

Job Search

She put back the employment form.

“Hum… I think it’s fine, Miss Karen,” said the man, putting the form on top of a pile of apers. I’ll give you an answer within a few days," he concluded, shaking her hand.

Karen walked out of the office. As she walked out, on her left, a line-up of people were waiting to enter the theme park. It was very popular and she had heard they were looking for people to fill the Character’s costumes. That park has many, from princesses to animals to monsters. Their tasks were to roam around, delighting the children and bringing back fun memories for the adults. Apart from the different themes section, there was also a mandatory amusement park section with fun rides for young and old.

As a student, getting a part-time job there was interesting. The pay was good and she could be, she hoped, a princess! Which young girl wouldn’t want to be a princess? Or maybe Smarty, the smart female cat. She figured she would look stunning in the white and black makeup of a cat face.

She went back to the University and attended her scheduled classes, constantly looking at her phone.

“He said he would give news in a few days, Karen. Relax.” she kept saying to herself, but the pay was good and she needed the money. She wanted that job. She NEEDED that job.

One day went by. Two days.

She was starting to lose hope. That third day waiting for the news was rather chilly, something that has become normal in this fucked-up weather. She decided to ditch the sundress and go for jeans. Tight jeans. Very tight jeans. And since most of her classes were being held in the same building, she complimented them with a set of high heels. A nice blouse over that and she looked stunning. Her long, slim and fit body could wear anything.

She was in her last class of the day, which happened to be just after lunch, when her phone rang. She couldn’t answer in the middle of a lecture, so she let it go to her voicemail, but the caller ID showed who it was: the theme park!

Half an hour later, she was rushing out of the classroom, listening to her message.

“… if you could come right after your classes, you could even start today…”

“Fuck, yeah!”

She hopped on the bus and twenty minutes later, she was entering the building. Mr. Thompson was waiting for her.

“Hello, Miss Karen. If you’ll follow me, we’ll get the paperwork all done and you’ll be on your way for your first experience as a K-World Theme Park Character!” he said, enthusiastic.

“Yeah, a dream,” she said, reading and signing the forms confirming her employment, her pay, etc.

As she handed back the last of the forms, she asked:

“So… What character will I be? Princess Karoline?” she asked, sparks in her eyes.

“Uh, I don’t know. I doubt it will be Princess Karoline as she’s played by one of our most seasoned workers. As a matter of fact, Lynda, the team leader of the Character department, will be the one assigning a character to you. I really don’t have a clue how that works, how characters are assigned, etc. Anyway, welcome aboard and let’s go have a good time!” he said with a warm smile.

He directed the slightly disappointed Karen to the costume department, making her test her access card and stuff.

They stopped facing a door marked “Costumes”.

“Well, this is as far as I will go. Just enter there and someone will take care of you.” he said, smiling and turning around. “And oh, it’s the middle of the shift change, so if it seems chaotic, it is, but it’s the best way to start.”

Stunned of not having been introduced to anyone, she gently pushed the door. She was struck by an awful smell. The smell of an old gym locker that hadn’t been cleaned for decades!

There were large vinyl strip curtains and she saw people moving from the other side. She gently walked through it.

People were walking back and forth, some in full costumes, some in half costumes.

Immediately she was bumped by a furry creature she recognized as Kully from the Munster movie, then she saw… oh, then it was… oh my! So many characters, so many beautiful costumes.

A young man dressed in a blue fur costume but without the head, stopped by her.

“This area is restricted. Employees only.” he said with a dry tone.

“Oh… I… I am an employee,” quickly said Karen, picking up her new badge and showing it to him. “I have to see, hum… Lyndsay… Err… Lynda?”

“Yeah. Lynda is the leader of this pack of misfits. She’s right over there, in Darcy’s costume.”

Karen raised an eyebrow.

“Darcy? From the Drunken Hillbillies?”

Karen was surprised. She never expected a leader to have such an ugly costume: dirty makeup, a tangled-up wig, worn-out boots and tear-off clothing, as if she hadn’t showered or got any new clothes in the last 10 years!

But, that series had been popular and so was Darcy.

She easily spotted her and walked toward her.

“Hi, I’m Karen,” she said, showing her brand-new ID card. “I just started and I…”

“That’s perfect, hum… Karen, right. Uh… This way.” she said heading to an area Karen could only describe as a sports club locker: large open-closet-like alcoves with the costume hanging from steel pipes, and a small steel locker for personal stuff.

“Oh wow…” said Karen, looking at all the costumes and people putting them on. “I wonder who I will be.” she said, smiling.

“You’ll be Goffo.”

Goffo

“GOFFO?” asked Karen, shocked. “Goffo the dog? Oh my gosh! I love him! He was my favorite character when I was young… I mean, a kid.” she said, all joyous.

“There’s no age to like Goffo.” said Lynda, smiling, stopping in front of the closet with a big Goffo sign and a drawing of the beloved dog.

Karen picked up the costume and immediately grinned, holding it while extending her arm.

“What happened to it? Why does it smell like a… wet dog?” asked Karen, repulsed.

“That’s the most worn costume, and since it’s very popular, they don’t take the time to send it to the cleaner from time to time. You have a few years of sweat buildup in there,” said Lynda, almost with a devilish smile. “You have 10 minutes”.

Karen was almost choking at the smell. She looked at the costume, at the locker.

“Okay, there’s the costume but… what do I wear inside of it?” she asked, turning around to ask the one nearest her but… there was nobody. “Hello? Anybody here?”

No answer.

She walked where Lynda disappeared but, it was only a door leading outside, to the theme park.

No way she was going to put that directly on her skin, and all she had was her beloved tight jeans and her rather fancy blouse.

“Shit!” she said, taking her high heels off and sliding her feet inside the hind legs of the dog costume. She took a deep breath before putting her head through the neck opening and her arms inside the sleeves. Now, she had to close the back zipper. Thankfully, there was a long drawstring. She pulled in and closed the costume.

“At least, it’s not tight fitting.” she said, her nose crunching as she put on the dog head, followed by the mittens/paws of the costume.

Her first steps were hazardous. Yes, there were some footwear-like inserts in the back feet of the dog, but they felt more like oversized slippers. Walking was awkward. Her vision was impaired by the helmet/mask for the door.

She looked for the door to get out. It opened by itself. Well, Lynda was pulling on it from the other side.

“Ah, good, I was looking for you.” she said.,

“Where do I go? What do I do?” asked Karen.

“You just walk around the park, wave at kids and whoever waves at you, gives a few hugs. You don’t talk or make a sound. EVER. Goffo is silent.”

“Yeah, I kn…” she made two thumbs up. Well, her hands were doing it, but the paws were simple… up.

“Okay, let’s go. Be back here in four hours.”

Karen began to walk, to get used to the costume. It dawned on her: she had to study! She accepted to work right then and right there but she never asked for the schedule! Yeah, in four hours, she will have to get out of that costume. She had an exam to study for.

She loved to see the reaction of the kids, approaching her and hugging her. Well, Goffo. Not “her”.

She felt great at sharing love. If only the smell wasn’t that bad.

Four hours later, she was heading back to the Character’s room. She was eager to get out of that suit. She met Lynda.

“Okay, that’s all for you for tonight. You were never made aware of it but there are… inspectors on the ground, people that are normal families but are asked to provide feedback on their experiences in exchange for a rebate. And you got rated 3.5.” said Lynda.

Karen was shocked. Was she that bad? 3.5/10? She opened her mouth to answer but she remembered: she was in Goffo’s costume and he didn’t talk. Lynda smiled.

“Good answer! The grading scale is 0 to 5, by the way. I’ll change it to a 4. Good work. Go and take off your suit. I’ll be right there with a schedule.

Karen walked into the changing room, eager to take the smelly helmet off. She almost puke. She was out of the costume in no time but her clothes were still really smelly. Lynda came in.

“So, now that you can talk, how was it?”

“It was fun but… woah! The smell! How do you cope with it? And now, I’m gonna smell bad all the way home.”

“You can take a shower here before leaving.”

“And wash my clothes?”

Lynda giggled.

“Nah. That’s the drawback.”

“What do you do? What do you wear?”

“Some will wear old pajamas or old clothes. Some put on a spandex catsuit, especially in the more tight fitting costume, like Catty’s the Dancing Feline. So, what are your availabilities?” she asked, getting a pad out.

After taking the time to set up a schedule, Lynda asked.

“Well, except for the weekends, most of your availabilities are for the evening or night. However, since the park closes by 21:00, it’s only four-hour shifts, like tonight. Is that a problem?”

“I’ll take whatever I can. I need the money.” said Karen, smiling.

“We all do. Okay, tomorrow you will be… Chickapea.

“The barking chicken! I have to bark?”

“Nah, a recording does it. You press a button from the inside. And oh, and if you plan to wear something, choose something tight.”

“Uh… okay.” said Karen.

Chickapee

The next day she arrived with a sports bag. As the day before, she got in after the shift change so there weren’t many people around. She found the Chickapee locker and walked to it. Yeah, the suit was smelling just as bad as Goffo’s. She removed her city clothes and put on a set of spandex tights and an old T-shirt.

She then took the suit and looked carefully at it. The chicken legs were long and thin. They were about the right length for her legs but way smaller. She understood why Lynda suggested she wear something tight.

The legs were made of stretchy PVC lined with some fabric. They slid on easily but she was stretching them almost to the point of ripping off the stitches. They were tight. She loved tight jeans but those were stretched beyond her tightest pair of jeans, squishing her legs, her hips and her stomach. It put a strong pressure on her pelvis and her crotch. The pants were on and she was making a few steps in the chicken feet when Lynda arrived.

“Hi Karen, sorry I’m late, some issues to fix. Happy to see you found the locker and started dressing up. Is everything okay?”

“Those legs are really tight,” said Karen, trying to pinch the fabric but couldn’t grab a hold of it. “How skinny is the usual person wearing that costume?”

“Not really skinnier than you.”

“Damn. But those legs… How…”

“Those legs have ripped opened a few times from wear and tear and instead of replacing them, the theme park simply sews them smaller, and smaller.”

“I see… They will have to hire people who only have skin and bones if they don’t replace them soon.”

“Yeah. That character isn’t the most popular. They will probably simply trash it. Anyhoo, I will help you with the upper body.” said Lynda, taking the huge spherical body. Chickapea was a really fat chicken. The rigid upper body was opening in half from the back. Once opened, Karen could see where her arms were going to be inside the wings of the chicken. Suspenders were keeping the spherical shell at the right height.

Lynda closed the shell and Karen heard clips securing it in place.

“There. The head now… like so… careful there’s a tube at mouth level that will be just at your mouth.” she said as she set the head to rest against the upper body.

“Yefff.” said Karen, feeling the plastic tube in her mouth.

“Blow in it.”

Karen complied and the well-known sound of the barking chicken came out.

“There you go. You’re all set. Have fun!” said Lynda, tapping on the chicken’s body.

Karen had a hard time walking, thanks to the chicken feet, the tight pants and the limited vision of the chicken head. The pants were so tight that she had to rock her hips to be able to walk. It reminded her of those old movies from the ’70s and ’80s where women were wearing non-stretch tight jeans, so tight that they needed help and a pair of pliers to put them on! She felt she was walking like them.

Immediately, young and less young pointed at Chikeapee, and she responded with a bark and his signature pose while flapping her wings. Kids laughed. Adults smiled. They took pictures. But it wasn’t long before her hips began to hurt. The pants were too small. But the pain was different. It was… disturbing. Well, there was a reason why she was wearing tight jeans: she liked the rubbing at her crotch, but this was different. It was more arousing. A lot more arousing.

And the signature move asked her to slightly crouch down while flapping her wings, a move that just set her crotch on fire. Again. And again. On a few occasions, her moans were mixed with Chickeapee’s barks. Well, that was one way to hide that she was… enjoying it.

At the end of her shift, she could barely walk.

As she sat in the locker room, the top of the costume removed but still wearing the pants, Lynda entered.

“So, how was it?” she asked with a weird smile.

“Uhm… okay… I think… Also, those pants are a little too tight. I mean I’m sore… like… here.” she said, gently rubbing her crotch, hiding a shiver.

“Yeah, that suit tends to do that. Some girls like it, some don’t,” she said, with a wink.

“Uh… oh… OH… You sort of… knew about it?”

“Of course,” said Lynda, giggling. “Wearing that suit is some sort of initiation ritual, and it also gives me, and the rest of us, an idea of what suit you would… like to wear.”

“Wuh… What? What the hell are you talking about?”

Lynda laughed.

“You don’t need to hide it, Karen. I was just behind you when you orgasmed. I know what you experienced in that suit. The thing is that, doing those characters is exhausting. I’m just wearing rags and make-up, so it’s relatively easy for me, but those enclosed costumes are a real pain in the butt. They are heavy, uncomfortable, itchy, stinky, and act like portable sauna booths. So… if we can find a way to make it more bearable, then…”

“You mean that… uh… you purposedly tore those legs so that they would be sewn tighter?”

Lynda only smiled.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret: you came for the job interview wearing tight jeans. You came in for your first day wearing even tighter jeans and high heels. Now, don’t tell me you wear those only for fashion purposes.”

“Well… uh…”

“You wear them because you like them. You have kinks.”

“I’m not… kinky.” quickly said Karen, trying to defend herself.

“It’s possible you don’t know it yet, but deep down, you are kinky. That’s what made me tell Mr. Thompson to hire you. The first two suits were a test of you to cope with awful suits and this one was to confirm that you were kinky.”

“I don’t… think…” stuttered Karen, having mixed feelings, perhaps coming to a realization, an explanation about herself. “Okay then, assuming… What would be my next costume?”

“Oh, that one is easy: Konky.”

“Krazy Konky? The gorilla?”

“Yes.”

“Krazy Konky, the gorilla, who is chained in a cage?”

Lynda smiled.

“Yes, we’ll test your bondage kinks.”

“Uh… I don’t know…”

“Then you, and I, will know. After that, we’ll decide which costumes you’ll be assigned to. Some are more… restrictive than others.”

“Yeah but… my next shift is Saturday.”

“I know.” said Lynda with a wide smile. “That’s a ten-hour shift.”

“Shit… Only four hours and my spandex is soaking wet and stinky. Do you have anything to suggest for Konky’s suit? It must be hot in that furry suit.”

“Yeah. a PVC catsuit as a minimum.”

“Uh, what? PVC?”

“Yeah, you know, that plastic-like thing, shiny fabric?”

“Oh like… raincoats?”

“Yeah, something similar.”

“Uh… Where could I get that?”

“Do you know 3-F’s?”

“3F’s? I don’t think so.”

“Here,” said Lynda, handing a business card with a smile.

“A fetish shop?”

“That’s the best place to get it.”

“I… I’m not sure about going there.” said Karen, turning red.

“Why? They’re not going to keep you prisoner there… unless you asked…” she said giggling. “No, seriously, that’s where we all get our stuff. Go there with confidence.”

Two days later, her breath heavy, heart pounding, she walked toward the boutique. She put her hand on the door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open to enter.

The Gorilla Suit

She was pacing in her apartment.

“Where the hell is it… I will be late!” said Karen, looking at the clock, walking to one end of her flat then back to the door, rubbing her thighs enclosed in very tight jeans, twisting her high-heeled feet in a nervous manner, looking a the time.

“Fuck it.” she said, picking up her sports bag and opening the door to get out.

On the other side, his arm raised ready to knock, was a young man. He was wearing a shirt with the name of a courier company she never heard of, holding a thick envelope.

“Oh… Hi. I have a package for… hum… Karen?” he said, a little stunned.

Karen smiled and gave him a hug. He smiled too. Who was he to refuse a hug from a beautiful girl?

“Err… thanks… I think. Could I have a proof of identity, please?” he asked.

A few moments later, Karen was running out of her building to catch the last bus getting her to the amusement park just in time.

She ran into the building, hurrying to reach the locker room. Since it was the beginning of the day, the locker was occupied by a lot of people, most of whom she never met. She looked around, searching for Konky’s locker. She found it and headed for it.

“Shit! That was close!” she said as she began to undress.

“Got up too late?” asked a woman on her left.

“Not exactly. I was waiting for a package, for a PVC suit actually, and it arrived just I was about to leave without it.”

“Ah…” said the woman with a wide smile.

“Francine.” said another one just behind her.

“Francine? Oh, I’m Karen.” she answered. “Nice to meet you.”

“Ha, no. I’m Valerie and this is Sandra. No, I mean you got your suit at Francine’s store.”

“Uh… no, at 3F’s. She was very professional, and took all my measurements to make sure of the proper fit…”

“Yeah, 3F’s,” cut-in Sandra. “Francine Fetish Fashion. Let me guess. She didn’t have the suit in stock, so she placed a special order just for you.”

“Oh…” said Karen. “And… how did you know that? Just because I got the suit just on time?”

“Don’t tell me.” said Sandra. “She told you you would get it the next day, then more delays and yesterday, she texted you that you would have it delivered early in the morning today, right? So you waited until the very last moment then you opened the door. On the other side, there was a young man, ready to knock, with the package.”

“I… yeah… What are you talking about?”

“That’s Francine’s way of delivering the first item you order from her, especially if you mentioned that you worked here.”

“But… Why?”

“Have you checked it?”

“Uh… No. I mean, I grabbed the envelope and rushed here.” She said, picking up the envelope. “Why? Should I be worried?”

Valerie simply pointed at the envelope.

“Just check it.” she said.

Karen tore open the envelope and pulled out another plastic envelope. She could see the shiny fabric inside. Under Sandra and Valerie’s watchful eyes, she pulled the suit out of the envelope.

“Wow. Thicker than I expected. Looks high quality… and well made.” she said, looking at the seams she could see.

“You got that right. 3F’s has the best quality items. Now unfold it.”

Karen did. It was carefully folded with a sheet of silk paper between every fold. As the suit unrolled and the silk paper fell on the floor, Karen’s eyes grew wide.

“Damn! That’s… small! I can’t… I can’t put this on. I’m screwed.”

Sandra and Valerie looked at each other and did a high-five.

“Francine!!!” they exclaimed in a single voice.

“So,” said Karen, defeated, “she does that to rip people off? Is that what you’re saying.”

“Oh, no. Not at all. The fit will be perfect. Just put it on.”

“But it’s too small.” said Karen.

“No,” said Valerie. “It will stretch but PVC needs heat to do so. Just put it on slowly. Let your body heat warm the fabric. It will still be tight, but it will go on. Trust me.”

Karen proceeded to undress in her silk underwear while Sandra and Valerie were doing the same, although their underwear was quite shiny.

“PVC underwear?” asked Karen.

“Nope. Latex.” said Sandra, while applying some liquid all over her body, then Valerie and Sandra helped each other apply that oily liquid over each other’s back.

“What is that?” asked Karen, having put on the lower leg portion of the suit and letting it warm up.

“Silicone oil.”

“Silicone oil? What for?”

“Helps with the latex catsuits.”

“Latex… Damn, that place is weird.” said Karen. “What the fuck?” she asked, suddenly feeling things inside the suit, at the crotch.

Valerie and Sandra turned around to see and giggled.

“Francine!!” they said again.

“What are… dildos? There are dildos in the suit? How am I supposed to wear that?”

“You… you really need instructions?” asked Sandra, giggling harder.

“What… No, of course not. You… knew?”

“Well, we somewhat expected it,” said Valerie. “Just put them on. Just make sure the vaginal one has a pee opening, because you’re going to be stuck for over 10 hours in that suit.”

“Over 10 hours?” asked Karen, stunned.

“You do know it’s a 10-hour shift, right?” asked Sandra as Karen nodded. “Then you’re going to be working for 10 hours, but you’re already here, almost an hour before your time and the time to get out, you’ll be in that suit for close to 12 hours. I know people that can hold it for eight hours, but 12? Never.”

“But… how…”

“Don’t worry, the suit provides,” said Valerie as she unrolled a shiny pewter catsuit and Sandra did the same but with a red catsuit.

Karen was stunned when she saw them stretching the neck opening and feeding their feet first, then gradually pulling the suit up. In the meantime, she had removed the suit, pulled her panties off and quickly put the suit back on to hide her nakedness and was slowly pushing the intruders in place, blushing. Yes, she played with dildos before but she never put them on while strangers were around her, and especially did not wear any while in public, although the thought did cross her mind.

She yelped as she pulled the PVC catsuit higher, feeding her arms into the tight sleeves, slowly, letting it time to warm up, down to the… attached gloves? She never asked for gloves. Oh well, it might be for the better.

By this time, Sandra and Valerie had helped each other get into their latex catsuit and were smoothing out the wrinkles.

“I’m sorry, can one of you help me with the back zipper?” asked Karen.

“Sure can.” said Sandra, walking over to her, her shiny red skin reflecting the ceiling lights. “Okay, that’s going to be a very tight fit. Suck it in… I said suck it in.” repeated Sandra.

“I’m doing all I can.” said Karen.

“Yeah, 3F’s. I have the right thing. Take the top portion off.”

“What? What for?” asked Karen, while pulling her arms out of the sleeves and watching Sandra come back with a heavy garment. “What is this? A corset?”

“Yeah. That’s the only way to fit that suit on you without ripping it. Unless you want the zipper off?”

“No… Yes… Shit! I don’t know.” said Karen, looking at the garment, kind of in a daze as Sandra wrapped it around her waist.

She liked tight jeans. She loved the tightness around her thighs, her hips, her stomach, but that was different. It was her stomach and her rib cage being crushed, reduced to an incredible size as Sandra was pulling with all her strength on the lacing. She felt the air being forced out of her lungs and she struggled to breathe.

“You… know,” she said, taking two breaths for it, “maybe I can… do without… the corset.”

“You’ll be fine. There. I think that’s enough. Let’s try that zipper again,” said Sandra, picking the zipper and pulling it up. “Maybe still a little tight but it should hold for your shift.”

Karen felt her chest being squeezed as the zipper was pulled up. A little overwhelmed by the corset and the suit, her brain buzzing, she tried to regroup her thoughts: she had to put on the costume.

She picked the heavy garment from the opened locker.

“That’s a lot heavier than I thought,” she said, having to use both hands to pick it up.

“Oh, that’s the neoprene filling.” said Valerie.

“Neoprene? Like… a wetsuit?”

“Yeah, but somewhat less dense and a lot thicker. They use this stuff to make costumes and prosthetics for movies.

“Ah…” said Karen, opening the back zipper of the suit. “Shit! This is… small?” she asked, puzzled. “Is there a different size or something? Those leg holes look really small.”

“Nah, it’s alright. It’s so that your legs, well, your whole body, will push against the filling, which will somewhat build the outer skin and react to every movement. That’s how that suit looks so realistic. To be more realistic than that, prosthetics would have to be glued to your body, again, like in movies.”

“Uh…” began to say Karen as she slipped her feet inside, wondering if she would fit inside it at all. Yes, the exterior was huge, she was even expecting the suit to be, like, floating on her body, not being tighter than her own skin.

Her breath began to shake as she slowly pulled the suit over her legs, as she felt the tight suit engulf them. The high pressure was giving her weird feelings. It wasn’t dislike, no it was more… arousal? No, come on. Wearing a tight gorilla costume can’t be arousing. Can’t it?

The suit was now at her waist and she was feeling the tight neoprene squeeze her hips and stomach. She repressed a moan. She loved having pressure there. Somehow.

She happened to turn toward Valerie and Sandra and stopped, stunned.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting on our corsets, of course,” said Valerie, yanking hard on Sandra’s corset. Evidently, Valerie’s corset had already been tightened. “It’s the best way to enjoy the suits.

“Oh… and… who are you… wearing… exactly?”

“Sandra picked up the metal-looking red helmet. Karen recognized it immediately.

“Emma and Ella?”

“Yes,” giggled Valerie, showing her blue helmet.

“And… Eggy?”

“Yeah, she’s already out.”

“Oh wow!” said Karen, smiling. She just loved that show, which was at first, a cartoon. Eggy was a half-hatched dinosaur egg. Basically, an egg on two legs, running around, trying to get away from its caretakers, or guardians of the Dragon’s lair, two soldiers, Emma and Ella, with as much brain and aim prowess as any standard stormtroopers. That was a comedy similar to the Coyote and Road Runner where Emma and Ella tried to set up traps but were getting trapped themselves.

“But… Why do you need a corset?” asked Karen.

“Because the characters were drawn that way, Karen. Itsy, bitsy tiny waist.” said Sandra as Valerie tied her lacings. Then it was Sandra’s turn to pull on Valerie’s corset, tightening it more.

“Oh… I see.” said Sandra, returning to her own suit and gently pulling on the top portion, trying to fit it over her shoulders.

She could barely fit her arms into the sleeves. She had to work it out slowly, and at the same time, she was seeing the costume’s arms, becoming as strong as they oughta be: gorilla strength.

She was concentrating, working her arms slowly down the sleeves, feeling the tightness of the rubber engulfing her, feeling the torso part of the costume close over her body, wrapping it, squishing it, hugging it.

Then she heard power tools. Again, she looked at Sandra and Valerie. She had time to notice steel belts at their waist, with a band going down across the crotch, and steel cup bras, just before they began to put the armor plating, a mix of fiberglass and carbon fibers, and… screwing them in place!

“What the heck?” said Karen, stunned by the sight.

“We have no choice. Those suits are so worn out that the quick snaps don’t work anymore. He provided us with screws and this power screwdriver, so…” said Sandra.

“We’re screwed.” cut in Valerie, making Sandra laugh.

“Oohh. You’re a real comedian, Val.” said Sandra.

“Thank you, Sandra.”

“But what about the… panties? Are they fiberglass too?”

“What? This?” said Sandra, tapping on it with one of the screws, giving out an obvious metallic sound. “That’s our chastity belt.”

“And bra.” added Valerie, tapping on her.

“But… why?” asked Karen.

“Again, thanks to these worn-out suits, Karen. The rubbing at the crotch was ruining our undersuits in no time. This protects them. Same for the bras. That chest plate looks neat but from the inside, it’s very uncomfortable to have it rub against your nipples for hours on end.” explained Sandra.

“Really? And… you’re okay with that?”

“But of course,” said Valerie. “The chastity belt holds the rough codpiece away from our crotches and… some other stuff inside.” she said with a wink.

Karen opened her eyes wide.

“Hey, do you really think we spend our days in those suits without having fun?” asked Sandra with a wink.

“Uh…” was all Karen could say. She returned to her own suit, feeling how tight, constricting and restrictive it was.

She was having weird feelings, something she never felt before, well, yes, but not that strongly. It was disturbing. It was as if there was a conflict in her mind. One part of it was telling her that she liked it, and another part was telling her that it was wrong. Not that she disliked it, but that she was wrong by liking it. There were shivers running up and down her spine.

“Need help with that?” she heard Sandra ask as she got closer. That made Karen snap out of her thoughts.

“What? Oh, yeah. the back zipper. Yes, please… Wait. Are those really the footwear for that armor?” she asked, pointing at Sandra’s boots.

They looked like heel-less high-heel boots. Well, there was some sort of high-heel wedge but it wasn’t touching the floor, forcing her to stand on her toes.

“You like high heels, right?” asked Sandra.

“Well, yeah,” said Karen. Yes, she liked high heels, wearing them as often as she could. But part of a costume?

“So do we. And wait until you put on the costume’s boots,” she said with a wink.

Karen didn’t have time to answer back. she felt the suit close around her torso as Sandra pulled up the heavy-duty zipper, yanking on it, centimeter by centimeter, forcing it up, forcing the torso to close, to squeeze her body.

“That… tight.” whispered Karen.

“And the tighter the better,” whispered Sandra back in her ear. “Now, sit down. Well, try to,” said Sandra with a normal voice. “Next time, put the boots on before pulling the upper body up.” she said as she picked up the boots. They were about calf-high, furry, with large feet but a narrow, yes muscular ankle.

Karen tried to sit down. It wasn’t easy. She was more leaning on her back than sitting down, thanks to the dreadfully tight corset. Sandra pulled the boot up her feet and Karen immediately noticed the foot pose.

“Wait. There’s a hidden high heel in these?”

“Yes. It’s to keep the right shape for the foot.”

“Uh… okay.” said Karen as the boots were pulled up and Sandra reached for a Zip-tie from the costume’s locker, then fed it around her ankles and tightened it.

“You… Zip-tied the boot on?”

“Yeah. No other choice otherwise they will fall off after a few steps. I told you the costumes were in generally bad shape.

Karen was speechless. That was way more than what she anticipated. She figured that a costume was just that, a costume, like a loose catsuit or something. Uncomfortable but not that… kind of incomfort.

“Wait ’till you see the helmet.” said Valerie with a devilish smile.

“What… what about it?” asked Karen, almost fearing the answer.

At that moment Lynda came back.

“Sorry, I was withheld with some customer issues. Oh, great, the suit is done.”

“Yes, I was about to explain the helmet.” said Sandra.

“What’s so special about it?” asked Karen.

Lynda Picked up the head and fondled with it. Karen heard metal fasteners being worked and the whole head split into two parts: front and back.

“For the expressions to be real, some electric motors have been embedded. It’s a modified motorcycle full-face helmet. "

“Hum, okay.” said Karen.

“Since you’ll spend quite a lot of time in that thing, locked up and tied up, there are some needs that required to be provided like… water and food.”

“Okay…” said Karen, trailing off.

“So…” said Lynda, opening the mask and approaching the inside to Karen’s face.

“Open wide, there are plugs in there.”

“WhagghmmmfffFFF!” said Karen as she tried to pull the helmet off but Lynda put a hand behind Karen’s head to hold it still as she pushed the mask, and especially the mouth plug deeper into Karen’s mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain right after you have it on, it will be simpler for you to understand.” said Lynda, pushing Karen’s face deep inside it and then closing the back end, working the screwed-on fasteners and then snapping it shut.

Karen grabbed the helmet with both hands. It was compressing her head quite strongly. She felt her face being pushed against some rubber cushion, her mouth held open, the plug going deep into her mouth, close to triggering her gag reflex. She could feel things pressing against her nostrils, and worst: everything was black! She couldn’t see!! She was panicking, struggling to breathe, to see, to hear. She tried to pull the helmet off but the neck was too narrow. She frantically tried to find the closing hasps and pop them open, but they wouldn’t bulge. Were they… locked?

Lynda reached for something amidst the furry head and there was a flash of light in front of her eyes as well as air starting to flow through her nostrils. Finally, images appeared in front of her eyes, in black and white.

She heard static sounds in her ears, like earphones being plugged in.

“You hear me?” she saw Lynda mouthing in front of her.

Karen nodded, still breathing heavily, having an anxiety attack

“Okay, the helmet is self-enclosed. It had some reserve of water with some sugar, as well as ear plugs and, as you can see, cameras. They are hidden inside the gorilla’s eyes and they follow the movements of your eyes. Cool, right?”

Karen moaned as an answer and what she heard was a gorilla grunt.

“Yes, the helmet converts any moaning to gorilla grunts. Try it.”

Karen grunted some more and Lynda couldn’t be more pleased, but she was not grunting to make gorilla sounds She wanted out. But either Lynda didn’t understand it or she was ignoring them.

That gave her time to feel the suit, to get slightly accustomed to all of it: the tight feeling, the corset, the heels, the helmet, the gag, etc. She eventually calmed down while doing the exercises Lynda was giving her.

“Come on, take the pose. Try it… Again… No, arms higher… Bend your knees…”

Karen moaned louder, and even tried to grunt. She could hear the classic Konky grunts! She took the pose, arms wide, flexing her elbows, bending her knees and she moaned, and Konky grunted loudly.

“YES! Perfect. You already have the hang of it, and we must hurry, the park opens in 10 minutes. We have to get you set up in the cage.” she said with a devilish smile.

Karen turned around to see where Sandra and Valerie were up to. She saw Sandra, fully suited up, including the large helmet, helping Sandra put her helmet. She too seemed to have a… mouth plug as the armored helmet was also split into two halves, and fastened in place… with screws!

“What the fuck have I let myself get into?” she mumbled, translated to Konky grunts.

Lynda laughed.

“Yes, we all asked ourselves the same question the first time. Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine.” she said, giving Karen a wink. “Come on. I have to tie you up in your cage.”

That sounded weird. Frightening and arousing at the same time. She followed, having, for the very first time, a real feeling of the whole outfit: the heavy and tight helmet, the tight and restrictive suit, but also what was hidden: the high heels, the corset, the PVC catsuit, and foremost, the dildos.

Only then did she realize that she was stuck in this suit for TEN HOURS! She followed Lynda through the maze of behind-the-scenes corridors and finally, entered the cage from the back. On the floor, were two steel-looking shackles, and at head height, was another set of steel-looking shackles, two for the wrists and one for the neck. Lynda put her in place and fastened the first steel-looking shackle around her right ankle.

That’s when Karen knew that they weren’t steel-looking. They were steel. 1.5cm thick, six cm wide heavy steel shackles!

One on each ankle, one on each wrist, and a last one around her neck.

“Sorry about the weight of the shackles, but believe me, it makes the whole scene look a lot more real from the outside. Have fun,” said Lynda, giving her a gentle tap on the side of her head/helmet before disappearing behind the decor.

She was left to herself, in the half-darkness of the cage. She tested the restraints: they were real. she couldn’t move a lot. She could bring her legs together, and even that, barely. Her arms were more or less suspended and she she would be suspended by the neck if she let herself drop more than 30cm.

This was restrictive. Very restrictive. And it was giving her contradictory messages, right and wrong feelings. She didn’t know really what to make of it, of them. Love them or hate them?

Her mind was telling her that should hate them. Being tied up, restrained, and heavily enclosed into something else, was not natural. This had to be a life-critical situation.

But at the same time, another part of her brain, her soul, was telling her to like it, to embrace it, to live it, that she would like it and that having fun, pleasure, is part of life. There was nothing right or wrong about liking it. It was who she was.

Slowly, she tugged on her restraints. She tried to enter the skin of Konky, it’s state of mind. She tried to become it. She grunted. Louder and louder, trying to perfect her grunt, helped by whatever speech thing that was.

Then the crowd began to enter. Kids ran up to Konky, then stopped dead in their tracks, looking at this real-looking gorilla, chained to the wall, not moving. Was it real? Was it dangerous?

Karen knew the drill. She let them come closer to the gate. She knew that if she thrusted herself forward, she would stop about a meter off the gate, but it would be enough to scare the kids.

“Oh, it’s a puppet.” said one kid.

“That’s not really scary. Fake.” said another one as he got closer, his looks: arrogant.

Karen waited. As soon as he touched one of the bars of the cage, she jumped forward, growling, quickly reaching the end of her chains, feeling the tug on her legs, her wrists, and her neck. being reminded that she was tied up. She jerked.

It was all “natural”. The kid? He screamed, running off, the other one following.

“That’s a real gorilla!!! BEWARE!!!” they were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Karen laughed! Of course, it was transmitted as growls and huffs and quite menacing sounds. Oh, she liked it, but there was more. That jerk forward, that pull against the bonds, it made her feel something strange. Something she wanted to explore.

Three hours in.

She jumped forward, scaring most of the crowd to move back one step. She then collapsed on her knees, arms kept high, linked to the chains, and her neck shackle pulling hard, almost choking her. She was panting, err… growling. Her body was hot, and her brain was a mess.

Yes, another orgasm. She couldn’t believe it. She plainly did not understand it. How could she have an orgasm for… that? Was she sick in her head? How could she like such an extreme setup to the point of having sexual pleasure?

Oh, sure, she was “helped” by the dildos of her PVC catsuit, but still. She should be uncomfortable. She should not like being squeezed into that tight suit. She should not appreciate the restriction of her corset. She should hate the gag and her head being enclosed in that helmet-mask. She should despise being chained to the wall. Yet, all of that aroused her.

This suit was cursed. This job was cursed.

Damn, she loved being cursed.

She had to slow down otherwise she would pass out of exhaustion before the end of her shift. Ten hours. What time was it? She had no clue, no reference. The entrance to the cave was a maze cutting the outside light. She knew the crowd had been more intense than it was now. Then there was nobody for a while.

She let herself hang by the restraints, pulling on her neck. her feet were aching, her chest was hurting, her whole body was telling her to get out of that suit, yet… yes. She liked it.

A door opened behind her and she saw Lynda.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

Karen answered by giving her two very well straight fingers.

“Yeah, that was to be expected,” said Lynda, “especially after the first day. Don’t worry, I got you.” she said, rolling a wheelchair along before unfastening the restraints.

Karen collapsed on the chair and she was rolled out to the locker room. The helmet was removed and a red, sweaty face was revealed, her eyes barely keeping open. Besides her, Sandra and Valerie were getting out of their armor, still using power tools.

“So, how many?” asked Sandra.

“How many… what?” asked Karen, slowly peeling the gorilla suit off.

“Come on. Orgasms, of course.”

“I had eleven.” said Valerie.

“I don’t believe you. I had six.” said Sandra. “So, how many, Karen?”

“I… I didn’t…” she mumbled.

“Bullshit!” said Lynda. “I know you had orgasms, I saw you kneel, or let yourself down for a few moments. Do you think we really do that only for the money? Why do you think we wear latex suits underneath our costumes? Why do we have… plugs? Why are the suits so tight? Why the corsets?”

“You said the corset was to help your back pain…” said Karen.

“Bullshit!” said Sandra, giggling. “We simply like it, and it enhances the orgasm. So, be honest. How many?”

“Euh… Eight…-ish.”

“Eight-ish? How many is that?” asked Valerie.

“I don’t know. I stopped counting after eight.” said Karen, pulling the zipper of her PVC catsuit down, realizing how much sweat there was inside and how much… liquid was at her crotch. “I need a shower.”

“Come, we’re all going there,” said Sandra, followed by Valreie, still in their catsuits and… Lynda? Only then did Karen notice that her skin was all smooth and shiny.

“Is that a latex catsuit too?” asked Karen, following them.

“Yes it is,” said Lynda. “A clear one. Protects against sunburns better than cream and it gives my skin a slimy look, like the character I’m playing.”

They each entered a shower booth. Karen closed her curtain but she noticed that Lynda, Valerie and Sandra did not. She peeked and saw them help each other to peel their neck-entry catsuit off their shoulders, then close the curtains and shower. Karen also had to peel her PVC catsuit off, but since the inside was spandex, it was a lot stickier on her skin.

Maybe, just maybe, she would have a look at the latex catsuit. With a devilish smile, she considered taking it at Francine’s Fetish Fashion.

MerMindy

As usual, Karen was filling in for regular employees that didn’t show up. When it was a scheduled holiday, she knew in advance which character she was going to be, and when it was an emergency, like this time, she would know upon arrival.

“So, who is it this time?” she asked Lynda as she passed the door.

“MerMindy.”

“MerMindy! The Mermaid? I… I don’t remember having seen her at the park before. Does that mean that I’m not filling in for anyone today but I’m… on my own?”

“That’s because she has never been in. The series has never been that popular and was canceled after two seasons. You’re right, you are a new addition for today.”

“Yeah, no wonder why.” said Karen. “I get the character from the cartoon: MerMindy gets out of the water and her fish tail transforms into legs, yet the feet cannot grow flat, so she’s walking on her toes, or the tip of what was the fins. Then, there’s someone in trouble near a waterway and MerMindy saves the day, returning as a Mermaid to disappear until the next episode. Crappy show, if you want my thoughts about it. They really made a costume for it? Why?”

“I think they hope the character would become popular again and they can re-launch the series.”

“Oh shit. Please tell me they won’t.”

“Well, I’ve heard that they modified how MerMindy looked. I think they want to reach a more adult audience than kindergarten kids,” said Lyda, smiling.

As they reached MerMindy’s locker, they saw a large suspended protective envelope. It was brand new, proving that Lynda was right, that it was a new costume, as most of the other ones don’t even have a protective envelope anymore.

Karen reached for it and pulled down the long zipper, revealing the costume. She went wide eyes as she looked at it.

“It is gorgeous!” she said, looking at the smooth torso and fish-scale bottom, “but… wait” she added, as she saw how tiny the waist was, and also the false large breasts. “Oh, darn! Is that a corset? And… Look at those legs or rather… fishtail!… and… is that like… a wetsuit? Darn, that’s thick! and the top is… is this latex?” she asked then she spotted the wig. “Oh wow! That is a beauty. It’s wonderful” she said, picking it up, then frowning. “Wait… a… hood? What the heck is that, Lynda? I’m sure you have details about it.”

Lynda grinned. Yes, there was more.

“Hum… target audience for the new show would like to see shiny skin, like if she’s always… oiled. You know? Fishes are always oily, even slimy to the touch, so they are trying for it. They also wanted larger… ahem… features.”

“The target audience…” said Karen in a sarcastic tone. “How… old is that target audience?”

“They… they didn’t say. Anyway, as you can see, you will be a mermaid.”

“Meaning I can’t walk around the park, unless I’m kept in some kind of mobile aquarium. Please, tell me it ain’t so.” Said Karen with pleading eyes.

“It ain’t so. You’ll spend your day by the kiddy pool.”

Karen simply stared at Lynda, waiting for the punch line.

“That’s it? The kiddy pool? Like the… pool for KIDS? In THAT outfit?” Adult pool, perhaps, but kiddy? You are… kidding, right?”

“Afraid not. The directive stipulates the kiddy pool and a display has already been set up with the show name, etc.”

“The kid’s pool? Again what age is the target group?” repeated Karen. “Not kids, for sure.”

“Well, rules state that kids at the kiddy pools must be accompanied…”

“By parents of legal age.” completed Karen. “I get it. Well, if that’s my character for today, better get into it, right?”

“That’s the spirit. Here, let me help you. I believe it is quite… restrictive.”

And restrictive it was. The suit was made from three pieces. The upper body which was a leotard made out of clear material, the corset made out of heavy rubber, and the fishtail, made out of rather thick neoprene. As Karen picked up the leotard, Lynda grabbed it.

“What the fuck… They couldn’t have it made out of latex. This feels like cheap… plastic.” she said, stunned.

“Uh… well. I don’t really have a choice, don’t I?” said Karen, opening the back zipper, which would be very apparent, and preparing to slide her legs into it.

“Wait. Think for a moment,” said Lynda. “You’ll be spending the next eight hours or so, in that suit.”

“Yeah… so?” asked Karen.

“Think, Karen. Think… boring.”

“What? uh… OH! I get it.” she said with a wink. “But… All my… de-boring devices… are embedded in my PVC catsuit, and I can’t wear it because that top is transparent, see?” she said, holding the leotard over her face “See-through.” she said, leaning her head to one side.

“Yes, I know that. I was just proposing but if you don’t have anything else to… de-bore you, I guess this is it.”

“Yeah…” said Karen, trailing off, putting her legs into the openings.

“But… didn’t you order a latex catsuit?”

“Yes but, for one I don’t have it yet, and for two, it’s black, so no better than the PVC one.”

“Yes, I know, but it also means that you can… destroy the PVC one.”

“Why would I do that? I might very well want to wear it again.”

“No, you won’t. Not after experiencing one of Francine’s latex suits.” said Lynda with a sultry voice. “But it’s your suit. It’s yours to do as you please. Well, I have to go. I’ll be back in 20 minutes to bring you to your… pool.” she said, laughing.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” said Karen as she continued to pull on the plastic leotard.

But she stopped. She looked down at the tail. She took it in her hands.

“Two sleeves. One for each leg… I won’t be moving my legs much in this thing.” she said, having a closer look at the junction of the two legs, where her crotch would be.

She looked in her locker at the PVC catsuit, then at the fishtail. She took her PVC catsuit and looked at it from different angles.

“If I cut it here…” she said, mimicking scissors with her fingers, cutting it just below the back zipper, “that would make a nice pair of pants…”

She stared at it for a moment then got up, grabbed a pair of scissors that were nearby and after a few careful cuts, she had a PVC jacket with a back zipper and a pair of pants.

Her underwear flew away as she put the new PVC pants up her legs, smiling and repressing moans as she pushed the intruders in. It would be perfect, the waistband being hidden by the still-to-be-worn corset. When she tried to put on the plastic leotard, she found that her skin was sticking into the sleeves and it was, basically, a pain to put on. She walked to Sandra’s locker and took some of her silicone oil. That helped but the plastic wasn’t very stretchy and it ended up fitting quite tightly making it a challenge to bend her arms. She waited to have her tail on before pulling the back zipper, which gave her a little more freedom of movement.

She quickly realized that putting the PVC “pants” was a good idea as her legs slid easily into their individual sleeves down the tail, but the waistband of the tail kind of stuck at the upper thighs.

“Fuck! That thing is tight!” she said, realizing that even her lower legs were kind of stuck into the thick neoprene. “I was not the one they had in mind when they made this thing.” she said, pulling very hard on it, to the point where she was afraid to rip the neoprene. “Fuck it. It will either get on or rip off.”

She yanked and yanked and finally, her legs were tightly and fully enclosed inside the fishtail. She had a small back zipper to fasten, which proved to be a challenge. She felt the suit tail squish her lower stomach, her hips and… her inner thighs against the toys.

“OOooooOOOO… shit!” she said as she realized into what she had put herself into. Still sitting, she grabbed the corset, put it on her lap, and then pulled the back zipper with the help of the drawstring She slowly got up, taking hold of the locker to steady herself on the weird and very high wedge-heeled footwear embedded in the tail, then wrapped the corset around her waist. She began to lace it.

“Damn! That’s gonna be tight. That whole outfit is too small for me!” she said.

“Nah, it will be alright.” she heard Lynda behind her. She grabbed the lacing and began to pull. “Okay, suck it all in… Now… Again… Again… Oh, come on, just a little bit more… There!” she said as she knotted the lacing.

Karen was holding her waist with her two hands, eyes wide.

“I… Can’t… Breathe.”

“Nah, you’ll be fine. Your body will adjust to it in no time. Okay, the hood…” said Lynda, grabbing the plastic hood.

It wrapped Karen’s face, clamping her mouth shut. She could barely open her lips.”

“Thas… has… axtrame…” she mumbled through her closed mouth.”

“Well, mermaids don’t talk, they sing.” said Lynda, giggling, adding the last item: webbed gloves. “Okay, the wig and… Wow, you look gorgeous. Stand still, I have to take a picture.”

Oh, she will sing. More than she thought. Karen stood still. It was easy: she could barely move her body, only her arms, and even they were not easy to move. The tight fishtail was binding her legs together making it difficult to flex, up to her hips, then her waist was kept rigid, and very small, thanks to the corset. Her neck was kept stiff by the plastic hood and collar and only her arms could move, but again, limited by the not-so-stretchy plastic leotard.

“Okay, time to get you to the pool. Hop-in” said Lynda, showing a wheelchair she had brought.

Karen hobbled her way toward the wheelchair, taking itsy-bitsy steps, merely 5 or 6cm each. But that was enough. That was enough to reveal the ordeal she was getting into. Her eyes widened and her breathing got quicker.

She didn’t say a word, she couldn’t… but moaned, a distressed look into her eyes. She reached the chair and turned around to sit. She tried to bend forward while reaching for the armrests. She sat, or rather, let herself fall down on the chair, making Lynda laugh.

“Like a fish out of the water, right?” she said, giggling, picking Karen’s almost limp legs and putting them into the footrests. “Okay, time to go.”

Karen couldn’t believe what she was going through. It was mind-boggling. She should hate that costume, she should feel uncomfortable, legs held tightly together, hips squeezed, waist crushed, face held rigid, and her webbed hands made it awkward to grab a hold of anything, even the armrests of the wheelchair.

She was rolled down the park. Some other employees saw her and made surprised Pikachu faces seeing the extreme costume. They reached the kiddy pool where Lynda helped Karen get out of the wheelchair and sit by the edge of the pool, her feet in the water.

However, Karen quickly realized that sitting down would be a struggle. She was so stiff from the thick neoprene and the corset that she would have to rest on her arms extended behind her to support her back. She would be better either in the water or lying on her side by the edge of the pool, which would be a natural position for a fish… but not for a mermaid.

Ten minutes later the park opened. Of course, kids wanted to use the rides, not go directly to the pool, so for close to an hour, she was pretty much alone, except for the lone kid or parent walking by. Then people began to notice her. Kids smiled seeing a mermaid. They wanted to touch her, to feel her, and their reaction was priceless as they touched the slimy-like skin. they wondered at her artificial face.

Karen flapped her tail a few times, then took a swim. That’s when things took another turn. Yeah, swimming. Wagging the tail up and down. With the large intruders inside her crotch. She immediately saw the problem, or rather felt it. Oh it was good but it was a problem: she would get aroused and really fast. Just a swim back and forth along the 10m long pool was enough to have her blush and hold it in. She figured than one more run through the pool and she would orgasm. In front of kids. Yeah, that was a problem.

And she could do nothing to ease the friction. She couldn’t open her legs. She was in the shallow end. She had two choices: squirm out of the pool or swim to the deepest part to be able to “rest” floating in the water, although the deep end of the kiddy pool was merely 1m deep. She chose the first one.

Mistake. Big mistake. She had to squirm/crawl on her stomach. With every squirm, she would hit her breasts on the pool bottom and her crotch would rub against it. Breasts, crotch. Breasts, crotch.

“Oh! Cool! Listen, Dad, the mermaid is singing!”

She was, and her tail was also shaking weirdly. Karen was trying to hold it inside but it was impossible. Yes, she sang. The kids were delighted. The adults? Some caught on. Some smiled, others frowned.

Karen rolled back into the water to cool off. She took a deep breath and with a kick of the tail, easily reached the low bottom to end her orgasm. As she screamed, some water entered her mouth. She would have stayed there, but she was way too much buoyant and quickly rose back to the surface, belly first, and spit the water out at that moment, which delighted the kids.

Yeah. Inadvertently, she was doing mermaid stuff. MerMindy stuff. After a few tries and errors, it turned out it was the best way: stay in the deep end and orgasm there… Sort of.

She had to get out a few times to rest because, although not very deep, she had to constantly move her legs because the neoprene was making her legs float. More tail movements meant more orgasms.

She figured out that rolling out of the pool was perhaps not very MerMindy like but it worked and she would rest without triggering an orgasm as she got out.

Unsurprisingly, in the afternoon, the pool was packed and most parents’ presents were… the dads! And they apparently enjoyed the mermaid display.

Finally, the pool began to empty and Karen decided that… why the fuck not?

She swam, having become quite an expert on the process now, on the process of swimming and triggering the strongest orgasm. She did it. She exploded. She wondered if, even though the neoprene was very thick and tight, it would resist her struggles.

Her breath was short and the crushing of the corset only enhanced the orgasm, the fire in her crotch, like confining it there. She sang err… screamed. The orgasm engulfed her from the tip of her tail to the tip of her colorful hair. That restraint thing of her legs was a blast. Was she… that kinky?

As she was cooling off on the edge of the pool, she saw Lynda coming in, walking fast, almost running, with the wheelchair.

“Are you okay, Karen? We heard you scream from the other side of the park!” she said, concerned but also smiling, expecting the answer.

Karen only rolled her eyes, not being able to speak much.

“Mffuuuk mooo!” she mumbled through her closed mouth.

Lynda laughed. She grabbed her and put her in the wheelchair.

“Time to get you out of this.” she said, rolling her to the locker room.

The hood was taken off first as the other characters were looking. Karen’s face was red and became redder when the others giggled, especially Sandra and Valerie.

“We heard you had a good time!” said Valerie.

“Can I be MerMindy tomorrow?” asked Sandra as Valerie was unscrewing her armor plating. “My armor is damaged anyway and needs repairs,” she said, holding a broken piece of a leg.

“I’ll think about it,” said Lynda, pulling hard on the mermaid’s tail to slip off Karen’s legs. “Wow! Good thing you kept that PVC bottom.” she said as the tail suddenly slipped right off, Karen moaning loudly as she slowly flexed and stretched her legs and put a hand at her very sensitive crotch.

“If you want my advice,” said Karen to Sandra, “don’t put any toys.”

“Yeah, right. as if that wasn’t the goal,” she said, turning to Valerie. “Do you think the belt will show under that thick neoprene?”

“You will have to try it first,” answered Valerie.

Karen nodded in disbelief then went wide eyes as her favorite character entered the locker room.

“EGGY!!” she yelled, getting up, almost falling back down as her legs were partly numb. She reached Eggy and gave it a hug.

Eggy stood there, not doing anything. Well, it didn’t have any arms, after all, just an eggshell on legs.

“Uh… Sorry, I just had to.” said Karen, walking back, some of the other employees giggling.

She followed Eggy of the eyes to its locker, which happened to be just across hers, and it was a double-sized one. Of course, the eggshell was taking a lot of place to store.

As she finished taking off the upper body, then her PVC legging, which was soaking wet from… different body fluids…, she witnessed Eggy’s eggshell being… unscrewed. Well, the front part of it.

Karen looked in total shock, that the woman inside was wearing some sort of steel chest harness. Her arms were bound on her back. Her head was held rigid inside some sort of headrest, and a bunch of steel rods were going from the steel harness to the shell. Eggy then turned around as someone was helping her with whatever was covering her face and head.

Disturbed, she took off the rest of the costume. She glanced back at her as she headed for the shower but all she saw was the back of the eggshell.

When she returned, she saw the woman was out of the shell, revealing a tight-fitting latex catsuit and a… bald head. Eggy sat down to take off the legs of the suit, revealing that her ankles were actually at Eggy’s knee height, and ending in some sort of pointy boots.

Karen couldn’t help but stare at her.

The woman turned and saw Karen, smiled and winked.

“Hi. New here? I’m Caroline.

“I stunned… I mean… I’m Karen. I’m only part-time. Quite an extreme setup.” she said.

Caroline giggled.

“Yeah, but it’s fun.” she said with a wink.

“I would like to… oh shit.” said Karen, looking at her phone ringing. “I’m gonna be late for my evening class! I have to run!” she said, quickly taking off the rest of her costume, putting back her tight jeans and heels and running off, without showering.

She had problems concentrating on her class. From what she lived during the day and from what she had seen from Eggy’s costume. That was quite extreme. She would never go to that extreme. Yes, she was starting this new… bondage thing but that was too much.

She returned to the park a few times over the week, to fill in for a few characters but nothing as extreme as Konky or MerMindy. The next weekend was the anniversary weekend. For that reason, the park was open 24 hours from Friday morning to Sunday evening.

She was scheduled for the evening/night shift on Friday and she was anxiously waiting for a package: the latex catsuit she ordered from Francine’s Fetish Fashion. However, she knew the drill and, although she was nervously walking back and forth, she was looking at the peeping hole every 15 seconds.

That’s where she saw him. The delivery guy. The same one as for the PVC catsuit. She saw him come in, placed himself in front of the door, looking both ways before raising his hand, ready to knock but freezing there, smiling, obviously waiting.

Karen immediately opened the door and the guy jumped back.

“You can fool me once, but not twice,” she said, pulling the delivery computer from his hand, signing the delivery, taking the package and handing him back the computer. “Thank you,” she said, closing the door behind her and walking away, leaving the delivery guy standing there, smiling.

It wasn’t the first time someone did that, obviously. He should change tactics.

She was in no hurry, but she didn’t have any time to lose either. She took the bus and was at the theme park with some time to spare. She entered the locker room. Already, some characters were changing of people, and that’s where the latex catsuit became important. Imagine putting on a suit that had been worn a full day by someone else, sweating in it, and then putting it on. Gross.

But it wasn’t a problem with the catsuits, and Karen was glad about it.

She quickly spotted Lynda.

“Hi, Lynda. I do have a shift scheduled but I don’t know more about it. What character will I do?”

While Karen was approaching, Lynda reached for something in the locker and pulled it out. It was a large oval-shaped, off-white piece.

Karen stopped in her tracks, eyes wide, her breath suddenly becoming heavier.

Eggy

“Really?” asked Karen, totally stunned. “Eggy? But that’s so… extreme.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” said Lynda, “but I’m sure you can do it.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Come on, Karen.” said Lynda with a smirk. “You’re really going to refuse this? I know you just got your new catsuit,” she said, pointing at the package Karen was holding, “and you’re eager to put it on. Deep down, I know you want to wear Eggy’s costume. Come on, let’s get that new catsuit on.”

Nervous, alternating between ‘I want it’ and ’no way’ feelings, she removed her tight skinny jeans and spandex leotard, got naked and began to oil herself with the provided silicone oil, helped by Lynda to spread it on her back and shoulders.

“I’m surprised you haven’t already unpacked the suit, Karen.”

“Yeah,” she said, looking at the thick black plastic envelope containing her new catsuit. “I don’t know. Anxious? Afraid? Expecting? No matter if I’m going to be happy or disappointed, I kind of want to know it at the latest possible moment.”

“Like getting your rejection/approval for the University, right? Come on, open it and see what surprises Francine put in for you.”

Breath shaking, she opened the package and retrieved the lump of latex.

“Shit! I asked for it to be thin. This isn’t even thick.”

“No, this is heavyweight! You’ll struggle to put it on and you won’t take it off all by yourself.” said Lynda giggling. “Don’t worry, we’re here for that. Oh! Attached toe socks and gloves? Good idea.”

“I asked for… detached normal socks and detached gloves… She does that on purpose?”

“She can read minds, sort of, and believe me, you will thank her after wearing it only once. Let’s get to it.” said Lynda, crouching down, stretching the collar as Karen sat and began to feed her feet into it.

The collar quickly reached over the knees and then to the thighs, squishing them, making Karen’s breath shake a little. Then Lynda pulled on the rest of the suit, finding the legs and feeding Karen’s feet in it. It soon became apparent that this would be a tight fit. A really tight fit, as with all of 3F’s cuts.

“What the hell? My feed doesn’t even go past my knees?” said Karen as Lynda pulled hard on the legs of the suit to make them rise up.

“Apparently. I might say that, perhaps, Francine went a little too tight on this one. She usually gets it just right, but this will be one heck of a stretch.” she said, pulling again on the legs, feeding the feet inside the toe socks, helping the toes find their little pockets, then rubbing the latex for it to go up, removing any air bubbles, as if there was any space left between the skin and the latex. That was very tight, alright.

The lump of latex was pulled over Karen’s knees and then reached her hips. Karen took the collar and pulled it up to just below her breasts as Lynda pulled the waist portion up. Karen could already feel that the waist would be very small, almost crushingly small.

“Okay the arms will be tricky with a suit that thick,” said Lynda. “I’m gonna stretch the collar. You fold your arm inside and reach for the arm sleeve… yes, that’s it. Now, don’t mind that it’s not fully in yet, just do the same thing with the other arm… like so. Perfect,” said Lynda as she let go of the collar, which pulled on the suit over Karen’s shoulders, forcing her arms down the sleeves, and pushing her hands into the attached gloves.

The full effect of the suit, of its tightness was felt. She felt hugged. Every cell of her skin felt being hugged. That was a wonderful feeling. Karen ran her gloved hands over her black latex-coated body, feeling the smooth skin, how tight it was around her chest, her breasts, her waist, her arms, her hips her crotch…

“Hey, what are those?” she said, feeling something dangle between her legs.

“Oh, of course, Francine added toys, but they’re inside out right now. Want me to push them in or take them off?”

“I’ll be wearing that for 16 hours. Better take them off.” said Karen.

“You’re sure? Oh well, okay… oops. I can’t. They are glued in. The only thing to do with them is to, well… insert them. Unless you want to have those things rub in your butt crack all night.”

Karen sighed.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to put them on.”

“That’s the spirit! Okay, spread your legs and… wait a minute. Something else in that box? Is there some length of tube or something?”

“I don’t know, why?” asked Karen as she leaned to grab the box. “Yes, there’s a sealed envelope with some tube in it. What is it for?”

“Urethra probe.”

“Urethra what?”

“A catheter, to help you pee.”

“I… The… What?”

“Intubating. That will be just perfect for Eggy’s costume. You’ll be able to relieve yourself in a snap. You said so yourself that you’ll spend 16 hours in it. Do you think you can hold your pee for 16 hours?”

Karen mumbled something incomprehensible and Lynda proceeded with the insertion of the catheter, a feeling Karen didn’t really appreciate. Then the plugs were inserted. First the rectal one. Karen had wide eyes and was wondering if it would actually go in, but after the large portion of it had cleared off the sphincter, the feeling was awesome, although strange.

Then came the dildo. Large and long. That made her moan.

“Not sure I can cope with this for 16 hours,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, you can. Believe me,” said Lynda, making a wink as she zipped the crotch zipper shut, pushing the toys even deeper.

“I think you have a hood with that, right?” asked Lynda, picking up the box. “Ah, there it is, and with a very large yoke! Perfect!” she said, pulling it over Karen’s head.

She felt her world collapse around her. The hood was very thick and tight, squishing her head, a feeling she didn’t dislike. Lynda carefully stretched the suit’s collar to place the large yoke under it. All there was was two eye holes, two small nostril holes and a mouth opening.

“You look awesome! said Lynda, looking at Karen from a distance. “Black, shiny, not a single wrinkle. Damn! Francine does have the eye for it!”

Karen wasn’t so sure. This was overwhelming: the tightness, the toys, the complete confinement. At the same time, she had to admit that she liked it.

“OH COME ON! WHO DID IT?” someone screamed. Karen and Lynda turned toward the source of the noise.

They saw Sandra and Valerie, in full armor, frantically looking everywhere, shaking their lockers, struggling to get on their knees and look under the benches.

“THAT’S NOT FUNNY!” said Valerie.

“What’s up, girls?”

“The bit to take off our armors is gone. The power drill is there but not the bit,” said Sandra.

“Someone played a joke on us and it’s not funny,” said Valerie. “We already spent 12 hours in these. We need to get out.”

“Come on, girls. No need to make such a fuss about it. I’ll go by the maintenance department and get you a new drill bit. What is it? Philips screw head?”

“No, it’s a special one,” said Sandra. “It was the only one I could find with the proper head shape.”

“I’m sure maintenance will have it. Again, what is it?” asked Lynda.

“It’s a… triangle with wings,” said Valerie.

“A what?” asked Lynda, puzzled.

“It’s called a tri-wing screw head. It’s a safety feature, and yes, the bits are difficult to find. I had one with the set but maintenance doesn’t have one.” said Sandra.

“Pierre, the electrician, should have one,” said Karen from her locker.

“Tough luck. I know he locks his toolbox and he’s on holiday. He should be in tomorrow morning tho. I know he wouldn’t miss the anniversary.” said Lynda. Have you tried with, I dunno, a flat bit or…” said Lynda.

“Yeah, we tried,” said Valerie. “No use.”

Well, seems like you’re stuck in it until tomorrow. Better make… the best of it,” said Lynda with a wink. “Okay, Karen. Ready for it?” she said, walking back to Karen’s locker.

“Do I have a choice?” she said, holding her crotch with both hands.

Lynda picked up the corset.

“As tight as it needs to be, better start now, tighten it to the maximum, and wait for your body to settle before giving it the final tightening,” said Lynda.

“If you say so…” said Karen, not really sure, her feeling a mix of fear and anticipation.

Lynda wrapped the heavy leather garment around Karen’s waist and began to pull on the lacing. She was pulling so hard that Karen had to grab a hold of the locker otherwise she would have been pulled back. With each pull, she felt her waist being crushed, and her breathing becoming shallower. After a few very hard yanks, Lynda stopped and knotted the laces.

“That should do it for now. Only about two centimeters to go.”

“T… Two centimeters?” stuttered Karen, her hands on her constricted and rigid waist. “I don’t think I…”

“Time for the pants,” cut in Lynda.

She picked up the pants portion. It was made of a thick layer of silicone, textured to the rough skin of a dinosaur. With Karen sitting, she fed the lower part of the pants over Karen’s legs.

“That seems quite… tight.” whispered Karen.

“It has to be. Silicone is quite heavy and also, any wrinkle will show as poorly made costume, so… Okay, your feet must have reached the ballet boots now,” she said, as she grabbed the leg of the suit as if it was a knee-high boot. “Push as I pull”.

Karen complied. She felt her feet enter the narrow boot and take the en-pointe position. Once her feet were well settled in place, Lynda cranked some hidden knobs and Karen felt the boot tighten around her foot with each click, a little like the tightening device on back-entry ski boots. She repeated the same operation on the other foot and then helped Karen get up.

“Get a hold of the locker the time your brain accustomed itself to your new height and center of balance.” suggested Lynda.

Karen complied, a little overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. She was now a good 40cm taller as the boots were just below the knee of the creature. Lynda pulled the heavy silicone pants higher, engulfing her upper legs, her thighs until it reached her hips where she had to stretch very hard to feed it over her hips, up to her waist, then rolled the portion that was over the corset down.

“Let’s try that corset again, shall we?”

“Uh, uh…” answered Karen.

Lynda pulled harder on the lacing. Karen’s mind was elsewhere, trying to cope with her new legs and her new crushed waist. And that was only the bottom portion of the suit!

She thought she was about to be cut in half and was on the verge of fainting when she felt the lacing being tied.

“There! Wow, it was easier than I thought,” said Lynda.

“Easy for… you to… say…” said Karen, catching her short breath.

“Bah, you’ll get used to it in no time,” she said, pulling the heavy silicone waistband over the thin waist, which also put the crotch portion against Karen’s crotch, moving the dildos a little. “Wonderful. That shape will help it stay put. Now, for the chastity belt.

“Uh… whatever,” said Karen. At that moment, she was ready for anything… or totally unprepared but acting as if she had no choice, as if Lynda was a Dominatrix and she was nothing else than a slave that had to cope with whatever her mistress instructed her to do. She was keeping her eyes closed, as much as to just feel what was happening as well as not seeing what was happening.

Wait. What?

To get her lower, Lynda asked her to kneel on the bench, which she did with her eyes still closed.

She felt the steel crotch belt being fed between her legs. She didn’t feel the waistband, thanks to the tight corset, but she felt it being tightened, which also pulled the crotch strap tighter… by a power tool. She looked up as Lynda was putting the power screwdriver on the shelf.

“Err… Lynda? Isn’t this the screw-bit Sandra and Valerie were looking for?”

“What? Oh… Well… I haven’t noticed. Silly me.” she said with a smile and a wink.

Karen didn’t know quite what to answer to that. Was it a good prank or a bad one?

With the chastity belt in place, the pants of Eggy were locked in place, as well as the corset, something Karen didn’t realize until much later.

Then came the steel body harness. It was comprised of a wide steel band at the waist, and a chest plate, looking like… chastity bra, only much more heavier, being a fully molded steel band that ran all around her chest.

And as Lynda fastened it, with more screws, it squished her chest and her breasts as the breast cups appeared a wee bit too small.

“Is all that steel really necessary?” asked Karen.

“Oh yes. The eggshell, although light, becomes quite heavy in the long run, especially the bottom part which carries a heavy weight as a counterbalance. Okay, let’s put on the bottom shell part, shall we? Can you stand up?”

Karen complied, again, overwhelmed by her new height and the position of her feet. That change of position also emphasizes how rigid her upper body was in all that steel framing. The bottom portion of the eggshell was fed up her feet and pulled against the chastity belt and screwed in place!

Three small metal rods were attached from the circumference of the shell to her steel waist belt.

“Okay, time for holding your arms. Ready?”

Karen didn’t answer. She didn’t know if she was ready or not. This was extreme already.

Heavy rubber cuffs were wrapped around her upper arms and the heavy rubber bag was wrapped against her steel torso, her arms folded on her back, one wrist reaching the opposite elbow. Straps were drawn tight over each wrist/elbow, securing them in place. A strap linked each upper arm cuff together. At that moment, she realized how restrained her arms were. There was no way she would be able to free herself.

And then the heavy rubber bag was zipped around them, increasing the pressure, the restraint feeling, the bondage.

Karen’s mind was a mess. A mix of fear, anticipation, pleasure and sexual arousal. She barely realized that the back portion had been put in place until she felt something at the back of her head.

Tilting it slightly backward, she felt the head mold and only then, did the full extent of the extreme setup of the suit reveal itself. She wasn’t so sure anymore. Could she change her mind? Could she opt out?

Did she really want out?

More rods were screwed between the back of the eggshell and her steel harness, securing it in place.

“Okay, the front portion is a little… overwhelming.” said Lynda, approaching with a plastic face mold with tubes protruding from it. “Yeah, it looks scary and needs some getting used to. Okay, that large tube here, will go into your mouth.”

“But it’s too long…” said Karen.

“Yes and no. You will swallow it.”

Karen made a gagging gesture.

“Yeah, but you’ll quickly forget it. It’s to feed and hydrate you. Those little tubes will go up your nose. Those are for breathing. Yes, for your time in the suit, you’ll breathe from your nose. But don’t worry, there’s a little air pump helping that. Again, annoying at first but you’ll quickly forget about them.” she said, adding that darn smirk, telling Karen that she knew better, she knew more, but wouldn’t tell.

The breathing tubes were lubed and pushed up her nostrils. She frowned. That was not a fun thing. Then the larger tube entered her mouth.

“Swallow and then breathe through your nose.”

Karen did, or rather tried to do it. She was choking on the mouth tube and the breathing tubes appeared blocked as she tried to inhale as hard as possible. That actually pulled the tubes farther into her nostrils, through her sinuses, and lured her attention away from her throat at the same time, which allowed Lynda to put the face mask fully in. She only realized it was done when she felt it against her latex-coated face.

“There. Can you breathe okay?” asked Lynda, keeping a close eye on Karen.

She tried to answer by talking but not a single sound came out, not even a moan. She was totally mute! She nodded a half-yes. She could breathe but it wasn’t easy. Lynda disappeared from her field of view for a moment and a rush of air filled her lungs, making her relax. That air pump was a good thing, even helping to cope with the extreme corset and the steel chest plate, both interfering with her breathing. She began to relax.

She saw Lynda approach the face mask with the power screwdriver and… screw it in place. That pushed her head against the back plate, which reached down to her neck, and the face plate squished her head inside very, very tightly. Now, her head couldn’t move at all!

She couldn’t move her head. She couldn’t move her arms. She couldn’t move her upper body. She could only move her legs, and then, only her hips and knees, her ankles being locked inside those rigid ballet boots!

The last part was the front part of the eggshell. Over her face, she saw what looked like the inside of a gas mask or something similar. As the shell was put over, the outside world collapsed on her, turning black.

She was suddenly alone in the dark. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t talk. All she was hearing was her heavy breathing and her heart, pounding so hard that she felt the eggshell was transmitting the beating!

She heard cracking in her ears and saw small flashes of light in the darkness in front of her eyes just before images appeared and she saw Lynda, smiling.

“How is it?” she heard clearly from inside her confinement. “Yes, microphones and cameras are linked to it. I may be kinky but I’m not stupid. Now, look at the bottom of your viewscreen. There are buttons. Just fix one for a few seconds and it will record your answer. Are you alright?”

Karen stared at the yes, then at the no, then at the yes.

“Yeah, it’s normal. You have a few minutes to get used to all of it. Want to try to stand up? It will be a new act of balance. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” she said.

Karen tried to get up. Of course, her first reflex was to grab a hold of something, but her arms were tied up in her back… inside of a rigid eggshell.

She felt being helped as she rose up and tried to steady herself.

“Usually, we let the character get used to the new leg height but we don’t have time right now, so… Come with me. Follow me.” she said, making a few steps backward, her arms extended, holding Karen’s eggshell.

Karen complied, making one small step. That was a new way to walk. Those were the highest, silliest high heels she ever wore. It was like wearing ballet heels on stilts!

It was a lot to assimilate at the same time: looking through monitors instead of real-life viewing, although they gave some 3D perspective, walking on stilts, arms bound, body rigid, and the whole weight of the thing made her very top-heavy. Leaning a little too far in any direction and she was toppling over. The extra weight of the bottom shell helped, but still.

And the toys! Oh shit!

The lower part of the shell was screwed to the chastity belt, which means that every movement was transmitted through the belt, and then transmitted, through friction, to the toys. Every little move played with the toys.

She had to add that to everything she had to cope with.

“You seem to have the hang of it. Now, try to move a little, to turn, to… look for the soldiers trying to catch you.”

Her moves were slow at first. She had to get accustomed to the new center of gravity and on many occasions, Lynda had to help her NOT fall face first! At one point, she couldn’t, and Karen fell, hitting the ground hard from her extreme height.

That’s when she realized why all the steel harnesses and arm restraints. The shell and the framing took the blow, dispersing the force through the steel harness. She felt it hard but she wasn’t hurt. It was almost like being in a fully inflated airbag! A rigid airbag, that is.

“Okay, Karen. Time to hit the road. They forecast rain so it is less crowded than this afternoon. Sandra and Valerie are waiting for you outside. I think you know the character enough to give a good show!”

Karen answered “okay” from the prompts and tried to find her way out. She had to bend, to crouch down to pass through the doors. Her legs were long but the eggshell was also very high. She finally made it outside, turning her whole body to have a general view of where she was and to figure out the view from her new height.

“EGGY!!!!” she heard the voice of a young girl yell.

She looked around and saw that little girl in a flowery dress running to her, her parents running after her.

What should she do? She couldn’t cuddle her, she was just an eggshell on legs. She just stood there looking at that little creature trying to hug her leg, looking puzzled… just like the real character would be!

Damn! She was good… without knowing what she was doing!

“EGGY!! STOP!” She heard more adult women yelling. She looked up: The soldiers! She had to run. She tried to free herself from the grasp of the little girl and began to walk away, but she would have to run. Could she? Oh well, just walk fast at first. Those soldiers had the aiming precision of Stormtroopers anyway.

“She went that way!” she heard the little girl say, pointing in the opposite direction.

True to their characters, the soldiers turned around and started chasing Eggy in the wrong direction.

“Run, Eggy! Run!” yelled the little girl.

Karen giggled. That would be fun.

It took a few attempts and she was “this” close to falling forward but she took the hang of it. Twisting her whole body to look around was the most difficult, throwing her center of gravity out of wack each time. That’s when the most chances of tripping were.

However, she quickly realized that between her long legs, and the guards impaired by their bulky armors, she had the advantage, and she could quickly outpace them.

She did and hid anywhere she could, and the kids were helping her, leading the guards in a totally different direction, even if she was clearly visible to “them”.

After half an hour, she was already exhausted, thirsty, and aroused as hell! She needed a drink. But how.

She realized that she never took time to look at her visor. There were the yes/no/okay/stop and emergency buttons at the bottom but also a familiar “menu” icon. She stared at it for a few seconds and a whole other menu appeared. Eat and drink were among the choices. She chose “drink”. Immediately she felt something cool enter her stomach. Too bad she couldn’t taste it. She felt it was the equivalent of a few gulps. She stared at the icon again, and she received the same quantity again. Cool. Snack? She felt something else enter her stomach. She didn’t know what it was but it felt satisfying and she felt full, thanks to her corset and the new smaller stomach.

She caught her breath and walked out of her hiding spot, looking around at the park, at the rides. She could see people aiming for the exit as the sky was getting darker with heavy clouds.

“THERE IT IS!!” she heard as she spotted Sandra and Valerie, pointing at Eggy.

“Quick, Eggy, run!” she heard a child nearby shout and point in a different direction.

Karen complied and started to run. But all the rubbing, and perhaps the little break, took its toll. She leaned against a nearby tree, slowly moving her legs, feeling the dildos give out their final “blow”, their final movement, their final jolt before she exploded.

She couldn’t comprehend it, or explain it, as how sudden the orgasm suddenly released. It was odd, scary and exhilarating at the same time.

She heard a bleep and opened her eyes, getting out of her orgasmic dream.

“You okay?” was displayed.

She remembered the other options in the extended menu. She selected it.

“FUCK YOU!” was the answer

“LOL” was the reply.

“Wow,” she heard a child, standing right next to her. “You were so well hidden that the guards didn’t see you and turned the other way! You’re good.”

Karen, or rather Eggy, made a small bow to tank the child as her brain was slowly getting back from the orgasm. And it hadn’t been an hour yet!

She tried to resume the chase. She also had to do what Eggy was doing on the show, meaning just walking around until it saw stuff around it, discovering the world, until the guards spotted it.

She walked back to the main street of the thematic section of the park. The kids were delighted. The adults were smiling. Then… Thunder rolled. The sky was getting more menacing. Families were walking out and those last ones, the braves, quickly lost interest as most attractions were empty. Yes, it’s fun when you have nobody to visit the castle but it also makes it weird to be alone and not sharing your fun with anyone.

By 21:00, the place was relatively empty and the rain had started. The characters took shelter in different parts of the park and waited for the storm to pass. The park was to be open for the whole night.

That allowed Karen to sit down. She found a bench and slowly let herself down, then back up. how the hell could she sit in that thing? Her legs were too long and not bending in the right place. Damn. She should lie down. She headed for the barn of the set of the Drunken Hillbillies. She figured that she could find a couple of hay bales, hopefully stacked high enough for her to sit, or, at the worst, lay down. Someone would be there to help her, or she could call for help if needed.

And yes, there was a pile of hay bales. She reached for them, turned around and let her butt, or rather the bottom of the eggshell, rest on it. It removed the pressure from her legs but put more on her crotch, on her belt, on her toys.

She moaned. Well, it was all in her head anyway. She liked it. She began to let in more weight on her crotch, then removed it, then more weight again. She was effectively screwing herself up. Oh, it was merely a centimeter of play, but it was damn good. So good that an orgasm builds up.

How could that be? How could she be sexually aroused while confined in such a restrictive costume?

The hell with the questioning and just enjoy the damn thing, she said to herself.

She closed her eyes, accelerating the movement. She totally forgot that she was in a public place, that customers or even kids could enter at any time. The orgasm exploded. She lost her grip with her leg and ended down on the floor. Oh shit! That made it even worse, or more powerful, depending on your point of view.

The more she tried to roll around, to get up, the more she was screwing herself. Her legs were flipping in the air. From the outside, Eggy was frantically trying to get back up. From the inside, she was having one heck of an orgasm, totally forgetting where she was, what she was doing and… who she was!

Her body was run by strong convulsions as the orgasm exploded like she never experienced before. It was slowly subsiding when she felt being rocked from side to side.

“Eggy! Eggy! Are you alright? Let me help you before the guards find you here?” a young boy.

“Why? I’m quite happy where I am,” thought Karen who had to shake the pleasure hormone out of her mind and get back to her character, which was… ah, yes, the eggshell on legs.

She folded her legs and the young man helped her get back up.

“Marvin? Where are you? We’re leaving!” she heard a man hell from outside the barn.

“Coming, Daddy. I was helping Eggy.” answered the young man, running out.

After a few moments, she was startled by someone knocking on her shell. She turned around.

“Looks like you had a good time down there.”

Karen was stunned. It was Lynda, and she was smiling ear to ear.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Come, the park is almost empty and I doubt we will stay in our costumes for the night. It’s raining more and more and the administrators have given the directive that if there’s no visitors for half an hour, we shut down until the morning.” she said, leading the way out and stopping at the door, looking at the pouring rain. “Better wait here for the directives.”

Sandra and Valerie had a different experience. First, they had already been in their armor for 10 hours and had to continue because of that stupid missing screw bit. Oh, they knew it was a prank. It happened from time to time. They were tired but, getting out of the suit was not a priority anyway. They liked it in there. Especially Sandra.

She liked the tight latex squishing her skin, but she liked even more the steel. Yes, she loved wearing steel. she even owned her own chastity belt and bra she was wearing at home, so being stuck in it for longer was not a big ordeal. The effects were.

The suit was moderately light but it also impaired her movements, and the corset was not helping either. But the limits of movements were not because something was too tight, it was because the armor plates were not fully moving. It forced her to make some strange moves to get things done.

And she had to be honest: replacing the crotch piece with a chastity belt was her idea. Who would have guessed?

It teased her and made the job a lot more interesting, to the point that she was eager to come to work. She dreaded the day Eggy would become less popular and they would scrap the characters.

But now, it was the start of the evening. The sun was hidden by the clouds coming it so it was less hot in the suit. She was walking along with Valerie, looking for Eggy. She wondered how Karen was comping with the suit. She wore it before. She loved it! But she preferred the armor. She loved the noise it made, she loved the shiny look of the pseudo-metal pieces, and she loved the restriction it brought.

The high heels? That was a weird part of the costume but she learned to like them. With each step, the toys were slightly moving inside her crotch, teasing her, just enough to be interesting.

A scream from Valerie got her out of her thoughts. Oh, there it is! Eggy! They started to run. She could see Karen was searching what to do. She was quickly helped by kids wanting to protect Eggy, and she ran away.

They had to play their characters and lose track of it, while running, holding their long fake swords. Each step, each movement reminded her of the belt. The armor hitting the steel bra every time was also arousing, more than people could think possible.

Eggy… disappeared behind a tree. Sandra smiled. Oh, already? she thought. Karen would be in for a hard time if she had an orgasm within the first chase!

She gave a slap on Valerie’s butt to pass the message and they ran in the opposite direction, like their characters would do. Sandra knew what was coming, as well as Valerie. Yes, their pleasure was building and the orgasm was getting closer. the more they ran, the more they aroused themselves. Valerie stopped and leaned against a lamp post, catching her breath, but Sandra knew better. However, stopping like that, only frustrated her: she didn’t reach the orgasm and she didn’t want to lose it, so instead of coming back to check on her co-soldier, she continued to search around, looking everywhere without looking. All she wanted was an orgasm!

She finally reached it by climbing the stairs of one of the Castle towers, stopping mid-way up. She let out a grunt.

“Uh… Must be exhausting in this suit by this weather, right?” said an adult passing by. But Sandra couldn’t break out of her character. Although she was still orgasming, she straightened up her body and continued the climb, step by step, her body receiving a jolt of pleasure waves with each step. Damn, this suit was devilish.

She had reached the top of the tower when the thunder made itself noticed. She saw people looking up at the sky and planning to get out. From her high vantage point on top of the tower, she could see the rain coming in from afar. Half an hour maybe?

She met with Valerie at the base of the tower and looked again for Eggy. It was their job. By the small slap Valerie gave her on the butt, she knew she had one. Sandra did the same. She has had one too.

The rain was pouring down. They were waiting, looking at the empty street from the entrance of the Dragon’s Lair attraction.

They received a call on their enclosed radio.

“There’s only one family of three on the premises. As soon as they walk out, we’re closing the park for the night and you’ll be free to go.”

Sandra and Valerie looked at each other. That would be nice.

From inside the barn, Lynda was watching Karen having a good one, rolling on the ground. She had to work hard not to laugh and get discovered. She also heard the message. At the same time, she realized that she forgot to turn that channel on inside Eggy’s suit, meaning that Karen was unaware of the decision. She was about to approach her when a young boy saw Eggy and helped it get back on its feet. She waited for the boy to reach his family to help Karen.

“Okay, everybody, the last family is out. We’re closing the theme park for the night. Over there, on the ride park, how are you doing?”

“We were almost empty but a group of four women just came in, and my guess is they’re settling in for the evening, perhaps for the night.”

“Oh well, you know the rules,” said the supervisor. “If there are people, we stay open.”

The Rides

The rain has stopped.

“Hey, guys, you should come see this.” Lynda heard Pete say on the radio.

“Why, what’s up?” she answered. “The rain damaged something? Can we go home? It’s deserted here. We’re waiting for your side to tell us you’re closing to head home.”

“Oh, we still have visitors and… that’s what I want you to see.”

“Ugh… okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Bring the whole gang, or rather… the chosen few.” said Pete.

Lynda was puzzled but she gathered a few ‘friends’ along with Eggy, and they headed for the ride section of the theme park.

They suddenly saw four women walking from the bumper car ride to the carrousel. They looked at each other in disbelief.

“Are we seeing this right?” asked Lynda on the radio.

“Yes you are.” answered Pete.

Lynda looked at her co-characters: Eggy, the Soldiers, Konky and Chickapee. They were all looking at each other back and forth, and again at those four women.

They were easy to spot: shiny latex skin. One was black and walking on ballet heels, another one in red and also on ballet heels, and two on high heels, one pewter latex catsuit and one purple.

All were wearing corsets, chastity belts and bondage cuffs!

“Seems like fun. We should have fun too,” said Sandra.

“Are we allowed to ride the rides?” asked Valerie.

Lynda talked to the radio.

“Pete? I need to talk to you face to face. I’ll meet you at the bottom of the Boomerang ride. Your guys, wait here.” she said, leaving them.

The carrousel was stopped and the four kinky women walked out into the main street, looking around, obviously trying to decide which ride to go to next.

Lynda led the group of six characters. They were walking, side by side, blocking the way.

“Is there something wrong?” asked the woman in the black catsuit.

Lynda nodded no and pointed to the Boomerang ride. All the characters did the same.

The group turned and headed for it. Pete and the rest of the ride operators were waiting there. They helped them be seated and while he talked to them, Lynda and the group took place a few seats behind. The problem was Eggy: it was too big for the safety restraints of the ride.

However, one of the operators was already holding a few ratchet straps.

A few moments later, Karen, or rather Eggy, was well restrained on the ride. Her eggshell was tied down with ratchet straps and her long legs were fixed in place with zip ties. She couldn’t move. It brought a whole new level of restraints. She could only see what was in front of her, what her visor was showing her.

Then the operators added zip-ties, a lot of them, to the other characters, securing them in place like they did to those four kinky women.

And they were off! Forward. Backward. Forward, backward.

By the second ride, Karen had lost it. Confined, tight as the was, and unable to move at all, it was just too much. She exploded inside the egg, way to speak, having one of the most powerful orgasms she ever felt. But the ride wasn’t stopping! It went back for another run after a one-minute pause. She could hear screaming, as well as from the kinky girls from their little group of… kinky girls.

It lasted for a long time. When the ride finally stopped, they were wrecks. All of them, standing up with difficulties. Karen collapsed on the floor, Lynda laughing. Sandra and Valerie helped Eggy get back up on its feet.

They rode a few more rides before heading back to the locker room to get undressed and get the costumes ready for the day shift.

“We still don’t have our screw bit,” said Sandra, looking around and then seeing Lynda unscrewing Eggy’s costume. “Hey! Wait!! What bit is that… Oh shit! You knew all along, don’t you?” asked Sandra to Lynda, hands on her hips.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” said Lynda, producing another screw bit. “Is that what you’re looking for? You should have asked me, it was here all along,” she said with a devilish smile.

Sandra grunted as she ripped the bit from Lynda’s hand.

Shortly after, everybody was out of their costumes, only keeping their latex catsuits. They headed for the showers, everyone helping the other take the shoulder portion of their too-thick, too-tight suits.

“I think I’m going to need a few days to recuperate,” said Karen. “I’ve never been… triggered so often and so hard. Damn! That was… I have no words.”

“Think about those four women! They’re gonna need a few WEEKS!” said Sandra.

“But… I don’t understand how… why those operators came up with the zip-ties idea and stuff. And those rides. When you look carefully, it’s like they were… made to have someone tied up.”

“Oh, it’s easy. Pete is my boyfriend.” said Lynda.

“Oh. Really?” said Karen. “Still doesn’t explain…”

“Pete is the ride maintenance supervisor and Lynda is the costume supervisor.” cut-in Sandra. “Why do you think those costumes are so… kinky?”

“Uh… oh… OH!” said Karen, realizing that this whole kinky stuff is their creation, why Lynda is looking to hire only kinky employees for the characters. “And the park operator in this?”

“They aren’t interested in the costumes or rides. All they want is money. They get their money, we get our… rides.” said Lynda, telling the last part with a very sultry voice.

As they were leaving, exhausted, tired and their crotch on fire, Karen grabbed Lynda’s arm.

“I have a request… For my next shift, can I be Konky again? I have an idea…”

(c) monsterp63

October 14, 2024

Story idea by Chastitygirl90