Sara's Mannequin Suit by VolatileDesire

Sara’s Mannequin Suit by VolatileDesire

Chapter 1 - A Clever Bet

The room was filled with a soft light shadowing the faces of the couple facing each other across the dining room table. Two glasses half full of wine rested next to two piles of discarded playing cards. The woman idly flipped through the fan of cards in her hand while rubbing her opponent’s leg with her dark nylon encased toes.

“Are you trying to distract me, Sara?” A baritone voice said while considering carefully his next move.

“Moi?” The young woman answered while twisting a curl of her long hair in her finger and moving her foot inside her opponent’s trousers. “Why Gavin, you dare accuse me?”

Gavin combed his fingers through his dark closely clipped hair and played a card. “I’m looking forward to winning this game. You’ll look great in the little costume I have picked out for you.”

Sara gave him a thin smile. “Perhaps, I can live with anything for one 12 hour day.”

“I plan on taking pictures to savor the moment.” Gavin laughed and returned to examining his cards.

“It will be doubly interesting if I win,” Sara countered while laying down a card.

Gavin arched an eyebrow. “Give me a hint.”

“Nope, it’s all written down here.” Sara said patting the folded paper next to her wine glass.

“Exactly,” Gavin responded glancing at his own folded paper.

Sara stood up, the hem of her black leather skirt fell down to just above her knee as she retrieved more wine from the kitchen. Her tight white top showed off her gorgeous curves, Gavin could not keep his eyes from following her as she stepped across his line of vision. Ironically this temporary lapse of concentration began his troubles. Gavin played the wrong card.

Sara smiled when she saw the error. “Nice one, that’s just what I needed.”

Gavin looked at what he played and slapped his forehead, “No, that’s not what I meant to play.”

Sara shrugged and played the rest of her hand. “I win.” She stood up and did a little dance. A display Gavin would have paid money to see, if he were not already married to this gorgeous woman. “Time to pay up, my easily distracted husband.” Sara handed her piece of paper to her husband.

Gavin reluctantly unfolded the document and read the feminine script. His eyes got wide, and then changed into a confident smirk. “Impossible.” Gavin stated flatly crossing his arms over his chest. “Clever, but impossible.”

“Why?” Sara retorted. She grabbed her paper and read aloud. “Gavin agrees to do everything he was going to have Sara do had he actually won the game.”

Gavin handed his wife his sheet.

“Sara will wear the skin tight cat costume Gavin has purchased. While wearing it she will act like a kitty in the following ways:

1. No talking, only meows and purrs, every word equals an extra hour.
2. Eats out of bowls.
3. Plays with yarn.
4. Wears a collar.”

Gavin left the room and returned carrying a garment box. Inside is contained a formfitting black cat costume made of a shiny material. “There is no way I can wear this, it is specifically designed for a female body.”

After examining the contents of the box, Sara chuckled at the realistic mittens and booties padded to look like cat paws. “I’m sure glad I won.”

Gavin sniffed. “Too bad, you would look fantastic in this.”

“I’m sure you would love to have a sexy little kitty curled up in your lap.” Sara laughed.

“You bet,” Gavin nodded. “Speaking of bets though, I’ll let you choose something else.”

“Actually, I think I can make this work. You may be a bit more uncomfortable than I would have been, but I’ll bet you will fit. There will need to be a few additions to your body though.”

“You’re kidding.” Gavin’s mouth fell open. “You actually think I’ll fit into this?”

“Like I said with a few added additions, I’ll see if I can find what I need at work. We’ll try tomorrow, its getting late.”

Gavin shook his head. “There is simply no way.”

Sara smiled, “It is such a good idea I’d hate to not at least try it out.”

She rubbed her palm along his cheek. Gavin grabbed it and pulled her close and began to slide his fingers underneath her shirt. “How about we celebrate your victory?”

“I’ve got to run to work to get some stuff. I’m afraid your over-active libido will just have to wait.” Sara grabbed her keys and skipped out the door.

Sara worked across town as a sales person for a fabric distributor so she would be back late. Gavin was tired and after a quick cold shower was off to sleep. He never even remembered his wife crawling into bed. So he was not concerned by the grin that split her whole face. “You’ll make a cute kitty.”

Gavin woke up first the next morning and stumbled into the shower. By the time Sara entered into the bathroom Gavin was working on the computer trying to finish up stuff from the office. He did not notice his wife standing there until she cleared her throat. Gavin turned to see her wearing a bright red corset with garters framing a red satin thong. Red fishnet stockings ending in red high heeled pumps attached to the garters. Gavin’s eyes widened in surprise and his arousal was immediate.

“So I have your attention?” Sara said twisting a lock of curly hair in her finger.

“Wow, and it is not even nine o’clock.”

“I’ve got to get you ready to be my kitty cat for the day, remember. This little outfit just ensures I have your attention. Please follow me.” Gavin watched her cute little bottom bisected by the thong underwear as she led him to the bedroom.

“Alright, strip.” Sara ordered.

Gavin needed little encouragement. He stepped out of his clothes in a flash. Sara pulled a box out of the closet and opened it up. Inside was a flesh toned rubbery pile of fabric. Sara pulled it out and held it up. It looked like a one piece unitard but there were odd structures molded into it. “What is that?” Gavin asked.

“This is a suit that our company designed to be placed on foam mannequins. By filling various bladders with water you can change the shape of the mannequin so that clothes will fit without having to buy a new mannequin. It’s pretty clever.”

“I have to wear that?”

“If this doesn’t get you the right shape for your kitty costume than nothing will. You better use the restroom first.”

Gavin was back in moments and Sara was holding the suit open for him. It did not have any zippers or closures instead relying on extreme elasticity to keep it in place. Gavin pushed his foot in through the neck opening down into the leg of the suit but there was too much friction to make any progress.

“This won’t work.” Sara said and began looking around the room for a solution. She stood up and grabbed one of the lubricants the couple kept in the night stand for use during their marital activities. “This should do the trick.” She liberally applied the viscous fluid to Gavin’s body.

“Hey we should do this again sometime.” Gavin said enjoying the attention from his scantily clad wife.

Sara ignored him and held open the suit again. This time Gavin’s foot slipped inside easily and popped out of the tight ankle length leg opening. This was repeated with his other foot and then Sara slid it up his body. The torso of the suit contained overlapping pieces of the rubber material and it was a struggle to get it over Gavin’s waist but it eventually did, though at the expense of Gavin’s lung capacity.

“Ugh. This is tight. And my bits are being squeezed to death.”

“It would help if you weren’t so aroused all the time, this suit was designed for a mannequin. It is not exactly anatomically correct.” Sara pulled out the wrinkles on his thighs which forced the suit deep between his buttocks further squeezing his crotch.

“Easy there.” But Gavin noticed that as the pain reduced his arousal it also reduced the discomfort to a tolerable level.

“Let’s get you arms in.” Sara said pushing his wrist down into the long sleeve of the suit. This was the easiest part since there seemed to be extra room across the chest.

“There we go,” Sara said as the neck of the suit closed over his shoulders holding the whole thing in place. “Now let’s inflate the bladders and see if the costume fits.” Sara grabbed a large water-filled syringe and hooked into a nearly invisible valve on the chest of the suit. As she added water the chest inflated into two realistic looking breasts.

“Wow! That is a weird feeling.” Gavin said hefting his new features.

Sara returned with more water and repeated the process until his assets were large enough that Gavin could only see his feet through the valley of his new cleavage, unless he bent over. Bending over proved difficult however, his expanding bust line had increased the tension around his waist.

“Now for those hips,” Sara inserted the syringe into another valve near Gavin’s waist and soon he was sporting a striking figure. Sara grabbed a tape measure. “36-25-36, that should do it.” Sara left the room returning moments later with the cat costume. “Time for the main event.”

Gavin had been so wrapped up in the process that he forgot that about the ultimate goal. “Do we have to do this?”

“After all the work to get you into the mannequin suit, there is no way you are backing out.” Sara pulled out the shiny suit. “This is a similar material to that suit.”

Sara helped get the suit onto Gavin’s body. It was a perfect fit though tight and required more of the lubricant to get on. Sara grabbed the tail which sprouted from just above Gavin’s clearly defined buttocks. “You look great.”

Gavin looked to have been dipped in oil except for his feet, hands and head. “Oh it’s perfect, now for the feet.” Gavin tried to sit on the bed but the stiff tail made that difficult he leaned against the wall while Sara pulled on the paw-like foot. Once it was in place Gavin realized there was some kind of support structure in the paw-shaped rubber that forced him onto the balls of his feet. “I can’t put my foot down flat.”

Sara giggled, “I guess they really went for realism.” Sara pulled the other one onto Gavin’s foot and he nearly fell over.

“This is going to take some getting used to.”

Sara ignored him because she noticed that the top of the paw-like rubber socks were rolling down his ankles exposing some of Gavin’s suit underneath. “That won’t do, let me find something to hold those up.” Sara disappeared and returned moments later with a bottle of rubber cement. “This should do it.” She applied the rubber cement to his ankles and rolled the paw shoes back into place. This time they held fast.

“Ok, time for the hands.” Sara picked up the paw-like gloves and held them out for Gavin to push his hands into.

“There don’t seam to be any finger holes.” Gavin said.

Sara shrugged. “It needs to go on further, make a fist.” Gavin made a fist and a tight rubber sack enveloped his hand preventing him from opening his fingers. “That worked.”

“But I can’t use my fingers,” Gavin said waving his realistic looking cat paw in the air.

“Realism again, I guess. Remember you bought this thing, not me.”

“Yes, but you were supposed to wear it.” Gavin whined.

“Funny how life can turn the tables on you.” Sara laughed as she held up the other cat paw for him to slip into. She then applied rubber cement to keep the tight paws from rolling down his arms.

“There we go, only thing left is the hood.” Sara pulled the hood out of the box and stretched it down over his head. She adjusted the integrated kitty mask so he could see as well as breath through the triangle shaped kitty nose. It was all cleverly designed to make the wearer appear the perfect feline. He could see and slipped the edge of the hood beneath the body of the suit. She then spent a few minutes removing any wrinkles. Once complete she flicked his new rubber cat’s ears. “You are adorable, maybe I’ll keep you like this.”

“This hood is tight, it’s hard to talk.” Gavin complained.

“That’s good because according to your rules you can only meow or purr unless you want to stay in it an extra hour.” Sara looked through the box again and pulled out a collar with a little jingle bell on it. “Aww, my cute little kitty doesn’t have a collar yet.” She buckled it around his neck. Now every move Gavin made was announced by the tinkling of the little jingle bell.

Sara was picking up the box when she noticed a small bottle about the size of a film canister. “What is this?” She opened the container and a small plastic bottle fell out with a roll of instructions. “Oh, cool. Cat’s eyes contact lenses. Come here Gavin, let me put these on you.”

Gavin hung his head but remembered not to speak. He used to wear contact lenses until he had laser eye surgery. Sara was also a former contact lens wearer so she was easily able to get them into Gavin’s eyes with no discomfort. “That is cool looking.”

Gavin looked in the mirror and cat’s eyes looked back. Gavin realized this was the first time he had seen himself and he looked like a sexy cat girl in every way.

Sara left the room and Gavin followed struggling to stay balanced while forced to walk on the balls of his feet. “Look on the bright side; at least you are taller than me now.” Sara said while watching Gavin catch himself on the wall.

Sara opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. She filled a bowl and placed it on the floor. “Here kitty, kitty, come drink your milk.”

Gavin gave her the evil eye, but the cat’s eye contacts likely spoiled the effect he was trying to achieve. It took all of his willpower not to say anything. He knelt down on the floor and tried to pick up the bowl with his hands, but in the cat’s paws he could not manage it. With an audible growl, he proceeded to lick from the bowl by dipping his tongue into the milk.

“That’s a good kitty.” Sara laughed.

Sara walked into her bedroom and returned wearing a red satin robe. She turned on the television and looked over at Gavin who now had finished the milk and was standing up. “Oh my goodness you need to be cleaned up. Follow me.”

Sara walked into the bathroom and wiped off his lips and then applied a thin layer of something that tingled. “Hold your mouth open.” Sara ordered. “Ok, now close it.” Sara pushed his lips together. “Ok, try to open your mouth now.” Gavin tried to pull his mouth open but his lips were fused together. He tried to force his tongue between his lips but this was also impossible. He glared at Sara.

“It’s an adhesive. You should thank me now you can’t speak so you won’t get stuck with extra hours as my kitty. Now let me touch up your lipstick.” Sara coated the parts of Gavin’s lips that were not fused together. “Alright let’s go watch a movie.”

Sara sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Gavin tried to sit on the couch but the tail made sitting impossible instead he had to rest on his side and support his head with one elbow. Sara pulled his head into her lap and turned on the movie. It was a chick flick and Gavin was soon fast asleep.

Chapter 2 - Noisy Neighbor

Gavin awoke to the sight of his wife’s face. “Wake up kitty, I’ve got to go run a few errands.” Sara had changed out of her sexy outfit into a more comfortable velvet sweat suit.

Gavin stood up and nearly fell having forgotten about his imprisoned feet.

“I’m going to have to keep you safe while I’m gone, I can’t have an untrained cat alone in the house. Follow me.”

The jingling bell at his collar was a constant reminder of Gavin’s status as the house cat but he nearly bolted when he saw what Sara had waiting for him in the kitchen. While he slept, Sara had gotten down the dog kennel from the attic. In the bottom was a cushion. It looked like a rectangle wire cage. “Get in kitty.”

Gavin shook his head no.

“Get in Kitty,” Sara said more forcefully.

Again, Gavin shook his head and took a step back.

“Look, there is no way you can get out of that costume by yourself, so if you don’t want to spend all day tomorrow in that costume I suggest you get in the kennel. It is plenty big enough for you.”

Gavin sighed heavily and knelt down on all fours and slowly crawled into the kennel. It was just barely large enough for him to turn around and he would have to keep his legs tucked under him in order to fit. Sara shut the door and put a small padlock through the hasp. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you out when I get back. Get some sleep.” She threw a blanket over the cage, blotting out most of the light.

When the garage door closed and the house fell silent Gavin tried to tear open the kennel by pushing his body against the bars but they were too well made. He could not sleep instead he plotted his revenge. A plot so fiendish she would never know what happened.

Time ticked by as he assimilated the details of his revenge but all thoughts vanished from his head when the door bell rang. Panic seized him when the front door opened. “Sara forgot to lock the front door!” His mind screamed.

“Hello, Sara, is anyone here?”

It was the next door neighbor, Angie. She was one of Sara’s best friends ever since they met each other on the day Gavin and Sara moved in. They often had lunch together. Gavin held deathly still he did not want the jingle bell to alert Angie of his presence.

Gavin could here foot steps on the tile floor just inside their front door. “She’s coming in!” Gavin thought. “Doesn’t she know that you shouldn’t enter someone else’s house?”

“Hello, anyone here.”

Her voice was much closer now.

“Oh, Sara didn’t tell me she was getting a pet?”

Gavin’s mind was in overdrive. He had to stop her from moving the blanket and seeing him. He slammed the cage with his costumed hands and banged the top with his head.

“A feisty one, are you? Let’s have a look.”

Gavin tried to yell out but it came out sounding like an injured animal. Light flooded the kennel and Gavin blinked his eyes into focus. When his vision returned, he saw Angie staring in stunned silence. She was wearing white stretch pants and an oversize green sweatshirt that set off her flaming red hair. Her mouth had fallen open and she was attempting to speak. “What? Who?” There was a long delay while she caught her breath. Gavin just looked away.

Angie then started to slowly walk around the kennel. She grabbed the lock and then let it fall. “Are you in there voluntarily?”

Gavin shrugged his shoulders. How could he explain Sara’s coercion when he could not speak? Angie accepted his shrug as an affirmative.

“So these are the kinds of games married people play to keep things fun, huh?”

Again Gavin shrugged.

“Well I can’t get you out, Sara, but I do need something from home.”

Gavin’s eyes widened as Angie quickly left the house. She thought he was his wife, Sara. The makeup and contact lenses must have made it difficult to tell the difference. She was not gone long but to Gavin’s dismay she returned with her camera. She snapped pictures from every angle. There was nothing he could do to stop her. “When your husband gets home, and you get a chance to tell him about these wonderful pictures. I’m sure we could arrange something for him to do to earn them back. Don’t you think?”

Gavin said nothing just stared at her.

“See you soon Sara.” Angie replaced the blanket onto the kennel and skipped out of the door laughing.

Gavin waited and worried. He worried mostly about Angie telling anyone else about what happened. Gavin dozed off before he heard his wife return.

“Hello Kitty,” Sara announced without taking off the blanket. “I have a surprise for you. I’ll be right back to let you out.”

Gavin waited for several more long minutes and when the blanket was finally thrown back, Sara stood before him wearing an identical cat costume to his except in a bright white color. “I couldn’t put the paws on myself, but it looks great I think.”

Gavin nodded.

“I figured that you deserved to see what I look like in it after playing along so well. If you’re nice I may let you lock me in the kennel for a few minutes. First though, let me get you out.” Sara produced a key and unlocked the door. Gavin crawled out and stretched. He then started making motions to his wife.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Gavin motioned for her to follow him. He led her to the front window and pointed across the street to Angie’s house.

“Angie’s house?”

Gavin nodded and he then pointed at the floor.

“Angie was here?” Sara’s eyes got wide as she ran to the front door as fast as the cat paws on her feet would let her. “Oh no, I forgot to lock the door.”

Gavin followed nodding.

“Let me get your lips free, stay here.” Sara ran into the bathroom and returned seconds later with a small vial of liquid and a dropper. She placed a few drops on Gavin’s lips and a minute or two later he was able to open his mouth.

“Finally,” Gavin sighed.

“Tell me, what did Angie do?” Sara said a bit panicked.

“She came inside and saw me in the cage. She took some pictures and left. She was very amused.” Gavin said quickly.

“Oh no! What are we going to do?” Sara said trying to sit down but she forgot about her tail and quickly stood back up again.

“She thinks it was you in the cage.” Gavin explained.

“Ha!” Sara laughed. Then she put her finger against her lips. “Maybe, we can use that to our advantage.” She ran into the bedroom and stripped out of the white cat costume and carefully folded into the box. She then quickly dressed in her velvet sweat suit and headed for the front door. She was gone before Gavin could ask what she was up to.

The door opened again and Sara stepped back in the house. “Oh, I almost forgot. In order to finish your wager you have to play with yarn.” Sara ran into the garage and returned with a large garbage bag. “Ok, lay down Kitty.”

Gavin rolled his eyes and laid down on the bedroom floor. Sara dumped several hundred yards of yellow yarn onto the shiny black kitty on the floor. “Now roll around a bit and play.”

Gavin rolled around on the floor covering himself in the strands of yarn.

“Now do a somersault.” Sara orders.

Gavin complied and somersaulted across the floor.

“I had more planned for the yarn but that will have to do, I have to deal with Angie. While I’m gone can you clean up the yarn and I’ll help you out of the costume when I get back.” Angie darted out of the house.

Gavin began to rid himself of the yarn. This is where his problems began. While rolling around on the floor the yarn had wrapped itself around his arms and shoulders. He could move his arms but his range of movement was limited to just a few inches. Additionally, during the somersault loops of yard had fallen over his neck and legs holding his face only a couple of inches from his knees. Thinking the yarn to be easily breakable, Gavin pulled with all his might, he gained an inch or two of movement but no more, there were just too many strands to break.

At this point Gavin started to panic. He jerked around on the floor kicking with his legs and trying to wiggle his arms free. This proved to be a mistake. After exhaustion forced him to calm down, the yarn now held one ankle close to his buttock and his arms were wrapped in yards of yarn held tightly across his chest. Gavin was stuck. Further complicating his predicament wads of yarn had fallen over his face restricting his vision. He had to wait until Sara got back.

“You did that to yourself?” Angie exclaimed from her place on the couch next to Sara.

Sara smiled sheepishly. “Yes, it’s fun to look like a sexy kitty. I was going to surprise Gavin, I guess I should have locked the front door.”

Angie smiled. “Yeah you never know who might walk in on you.”

“So did Gavin like it?”

“After you left I let myself out. I had a key stashed in the kennel.” Sara lied. “I figured I better talk to you before you stopped being my friend.”

“Oh, I would never let a little fun between husband and wife come between us.” Angie smiled. “So how does it feel?”

“Oh, that costume feels incredible. Tight and sexy. Gavin would have flipped.” Sara paused for a second. “Would you like to try it on?” Sara said looking at the box she brought with her.

“You have the costume in the box?” Angie said.

“Actually it’s a different color, the black one needs cleaning.”

“Oh right,” Angie said staring at the box.

“Would you like to try it on?” Sara asked while watching Angie’s reaction.

Angie blushed and looked back to Sara. “I don’t know.”

“Tell you what, you try it on and if you don’t like it we take it right back off and promise to never mention it again.”

“Skip the fancy eyes, will you? I’ve never done well with contacts.” Angie said while standing up.

“Sure, your green eyes are cat-like enough.” Sara said with a grin.

“Yeah, right. Do you want to do it here?”

“Wherever, you do have to be naked. You’ll miss out on the full effect if you wear undergarments.” Sara explained while pulling the white rubber suit out of the box. “And we will need some lubricant, like baby oil or talc or something. The suit is really tight. And you are an inch or so taller than me which will make it a touch tighter.”

Angie flushed more and her skin threatened to match the color of her hair. “I’ll go grease myself up in the bathroom.”

Sara nodded and laid out the costume. Angie soon returned from the bathroom wearing only a shiny coat of lubrication. “I hope this clear lotion I have will work?” Angie said.

Sara touched her arm and felt the slipperiness. “That will be fine. Lift your leg and push it in.”

“Oh, that is tight.” Angie said with a smile.

“Yeah, wait till you get it all the way on.” Angie forced her other leg into the suit and Sara tugged it up around her waist. Angie wiggled her bottom back and forth. “Yeah, getting better.”

Sara pulled the suit over Angie’s bosom and threaded each arm into the sleeves. The suit closed over her shoulders stopping just over her collarbone. Sara smoothed out any wrinkles while Angie moved around to adjust the fit. “What do you think?”

“Tight, but sexy. Not sure I’d want to wear it inside a cage.” Angie smiled.

Sara shrugged. “Here let’s try the faux paws. Get it, faux paws.” Sara laughed at her double entendre.

“Yes, Sara, very witty,” Angie rolled her eyes and held out her hand.

“You’ll have to make a fist, that’s the only way to get these on.” Sara said.

Angie curled her hand into a fist and pushed her hand into the tight rubber glove. “I can’t seem to open my hand.”

“It takes a bit of getting used to.” Sara said holding up the other glove. Angie slid her other fisted hand into the glove. Sara then used the adhesive to keep the glove in place. “Very nice, now for the hood.” Sara pulled the hood over Angie’s head taking care to tuck all the red hair underneath. The mask hid all her features behind a convincing kitty facade.

“Ugh, that’s a tad uncomfortable.” Angie complained.

“It completes the look. You’ll get used to it, besides the cat’s ears and nose look so cute.” Sara tucked the hood under the collar of the suit and smoothed out any wrinkles. She picked up a small pink cat collar and buckled it around her neck. “There we are, now for the feet.”

“Is the collar necessary?”

Sara gave her a short look.

“I know, I know, it completes the look.”

“Raise your foot.” Sara pushed Angie’s feet down into the rigid socks.

“Hey these are like high heels.”

“Yep, they make you walk like a cat.” Sara answered while applying a bit of glue to keep the socks from rolling down. “Yes, I don’t think I need to go as far as you did?” Angie walked around the room a bit and then tried to open the door to her bedroom. “I can’t seem to open doors.”

“The paws are pretty incapacitating.” Sara smiled.

Angie stopped for a second. “You were wearing the gloves inside kennel, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Sara answered.

“How did you unlock the door, there is no way you could manipulate something as small as a key wearing these things.” Angie said while holding up her hands.

Sara smiled and sat down on the couch. Angie tried to sit down but the tail prevented her. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Angie waited for more.

“What you saw in the kennel wasn’t me, it was my husband Gavin.”

Angie gasped. “No way!”

Sara nodded and proceeded to tell her friend about the bet between herself and Gavin and the consequences of the bet. Angie listened in stunned silence. “So,” Sara finished. “I came over here to get the pictures you took.”

“Well, get me out of this suit and I’ll fetch the pictures for you. I made a few copies so I’ll have to gather them all.”

Sara smiled. “I think I’ll need the photos before letting you out of the suit.”

Angie nervously licked her lips. “Why? Don’t you trust me?”

Well, I guess not this time.” Sara replied.

“I can’t tell you, where they are at. If you just take this suit off I’ll be happy to get them for you.”

Sara frowned and stood up. She walked quickly towards Angie who in turned tried to back away. Angie fell over her feet due to being balanced on her toes. Sara sat on her chest and quickly applied what appeared to be chap stick to her lips and then stood up.

Angie tried to speak but could not open her mouth her lips were glued shut. Sara closed the lid of the adhesive tube and placed in her pocket. “Now, you better tell me where it is when I decide to let you speak.” Sara clipped a long leash to Angie’s collar and pulled her to her feet. “Come on you are coming to my house”

Gavin was uncomfortable, he was wrapped up in the yarn and unable to move. His bent over position made the tight suit he wore even tighter around his waist. It seemed like hours since his wife left and he was beginning to wonder if the confrontation had not gone so well.

Finally he heard the front door open, there were muffled sounds but Gavin could not discern what was going on. After several more minutes, Sara walked into the bedroom. She held her hand to her mouth suppressing a giggle. “Just like Kitty to get all wrapped up. Here let me help you out of that.”

“Thanks.” Gavin said while Sara cut through the yarn with scissors.

“I have something to show you but we have to get the costume off of you first.” With some work the cat costume was slowly removed.

Once the gloves were removed Gavin breathed a sigh of relief. “It sure is nice to be able stretch out my fingers.”

The hood and foot pieces of the costume were then removed until finally the black shiny rubber was pulled off his body. He still had the adjustable mannequin suit on. “We have to drain the bladders before you can take that off.”

“Hurry, because I have another bladder that needs draining.” Gavin said quickly.

“Ok, get in the bathtub.” Gavin stepped into the bathtub while Sara pulled a cleverly hidden valve which allowed the water to drain from the areas around his waist and hips. A second valve drained the breasts. The suit dramatically loosened as the water ran down the drain until Gavin was able to peal the suit off his body. “That thing did pretty well.” Sara commented. “Too bad you can’t wear it for longer.”

“Huh? What does that mean?” Gavin looked at his wife confused. “Why would I wear it again? No more bets.”

“Well I just thought you might want to dress up for Halloween or something.” Sara answered.

Gavin shook his head hoping to change the subject. “Did you get the pictures back from Angie?”

“Well…” Sara began.

“Well what? Did you get them?”

“Not yet, just change into some clothes and come into the kitchen.” Sara said and left the mannequin suit to soak in the bathtub.

Gavin quickly dressed into some loose fitting clothes and went into the kitchen. The kennel he spent way too much time in was still sitting there with the blanket covering it. “What did you want me to see? What about those pictures?”

“Take the blanket off the kennel.” Sara smiled.

Gavin looked at his wife and then yanked the blanket away. There inside was a sexy girl encased in shiny white rubber in exactly the same style he had been in moments before. Gavin’s mouth fell open. “Is that…” Gavin started.

“Yep, that’s Angie.” Sara finished. “She has to stay in there until she tells us where the pictures are.”

Angie shook her head and looked away.

“How did you get her in the costume?” Gavin asked.

“Surprisingly easy, she wanted to see how it felt so I gave her a chance. She didn’t know she was stuck in it until it was too late. Are you ready to tell us where it is yet?” Sara knelt down by the cage and stuck here fingers through to touch Angie’s cheek.

Angie sighed and slowly nodded.

Sara grabbed the eye dropper and placed a few drops of the liquid on her lips. “There you should be able to open your mouth in a few seconds.”

Angie worked her mouth open. “They are in a locked chest in the bottom of my closet. The combination to the lock is 36-26-38.”

“Are those your measurements?” Sara laughed.

Angie did not answer and Gavin was already out the door.

Gavin sprinted across the street and into Angie’s house. Being single and living alone the master bedroom was the only one occupied and it took only moments to locate the chest in the bottom of the closet. It was larger than he expected, easily able to hold a person if they knelt down. Even then they would have some room to wiggle.

Gavin quickly entered the combination and opened the chest. A familiar smell assaulted Gavin’s nostrils. The chest was filled with latex garments; catsuits, hoods, gloves, corsets, impossibly high heels, etc. And even more interesting there was a photo album with photos of Angie modeling the outfits. Gavin grabbed the photo album and the disk marked with Sara’s name. “This should be interesting,” he muttered and returned to his house.

When Angie saw him carrying the photo album she slumped down in the kennel. “Check this out Sara.”

Sara opened the album and her eyes widened. “Oh, well, now it makes a lot more sense.”

“Yes, yes, now you know.” Angie said on the verge of tears. “Can you please let me out of here and this costume?”

“You need a shower Gavin,” Sara said to her husband. “And clean up those suits.”

“Right,” Gavin left, eager to be away from an uncomfortable moment between one time friends. He took a long hot shower and threw away all the shredded yarn. He also cleaned the costume and the mannequin suit still marveling at the latter’s construction. He finished in time to watch a little television until his wife walked in an hour later. “Well, what happened?”

“She’s ok. We’re still friends and I have to swear you to secrecy.”

“That’s easy. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me dressed as a sexy female cat.” Gavin responded sarcastically.

“True, but she is sensitive about her preferences.” Sara responded.

“Oh, I promise. I don’t know what she is worried about she looked pretty good in those outfits.” Gavin said.

“Not as good as you would dear.” He responded quickly.

Sara nodded. “You better say that. By the way, how did you ever find that costume shop? It was full of fantastic costumes, and all are as well made as those cats.”

“Angie mentioned it to me.” Gavin smiled. “Makes sense now.”

“Yes it does.” Sara smiled back. “I’ll have to remember to thank her; you looked great as my kitty.”

Chapter 3 - The Costume Shop

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Gavin whined.

“Relax, just a little bit longer.” Sara said from somewhere near his feet. “The costume shop was really interested in this and I want to show them a more functional prototype.”

Gavin stood in the middle of the room wearing what appeared to be a flesh colored bodysuit. His wife’s blond hair bobbed around his body as she adjusted various parts of the suit. “Do they plan on buying a bunch of these?”

“I don’t know, but I plan on showing off all its capabilities.” Sara said. “There you go, get dressed we don’t want to be late.”

“You mean you are going to fill the chest and hips while I’m wearing it?” Gavin said while pulling on his clothes.

“Of course, that is the central feature.” Sara said.

“Why don’t you wear it then?”

“It would not make as big an impression,” Sara said hefting her own attributes in each of her hands. “I’ve already got a figure. Imagine their faces when you go from a plain old man to a hot chick. Also the latex attachments installed to allow you to use the bathroom work best with a person that can aim. If you know what I mean.”

“So I can pee while wearing the suit?”

“Yes, though just that, you’ll have to hold the other. I’m still working on how to keep the suit tight while providing an opening back there.”

“Right, I’m sure it is very complicated. How did the costume shop find out about this little invention?” Gavin asked.

“I think Angie told them.” Sara grabbed her purse, adjusted her dress and hair and headed for the garage.

“Figures,” Gavin wore jeans and a shirt and feared he would have to lose those as well.

“Why are they interested, are there a lot of guys who want to look like girls?” Gavin asked.

Sara cocked her head. “It’s a costume shop.” She said putting particular emphasis on the word costume. “You know people dressing up like other things.”

“Sarcasm noted. Let’s go.”

The couple arrived at the costume shop and a young woman wearing a casual mohair sweater and long flowered skirt greeted them from behind the cashier’s station. “Hey, Sara, they are waiting for you back in the office.”

The door to the office was ajar and two people sat in the room, a middle aged woman in a dark red professional-looking dress and heels as well as a gentleman with silvered hair wearing a business suit. They both stood when Sara and Gavin entered the room. “Ah you must be Sara, I’m Nadine the owner of this establishment and this is Gerald, our primary investor.”

Sara nodded to them both. “This is my husband who is helping me demonstrate the product.”

“Hello,” Gavin smiled to them both.

“Please begin the demonstration.”

Sara began her presentation. She talked about the origin of the product at the fabric distributor company where she worked and its use as a size adjustor for mannequins. “Now however, we have been able to successfully adapt it for use on people which has proven to be an affective way of creating an adjustable female figure on any body type.

Nadine smiled. “I take it your husband is volunteering for a demonstration.”

Sara smiled. “I was able to coerce his participation, yes.”

Gerald laughed. “Well this is going to be my most entertaining sales pitch yet.”

Sara stood. “Ok, Gavin, lose the clothes.”

Gavin blushed but complied.

“You’ll notice the thick rubber construction of the suit covers the entire body leaving behind and androgynous form. However it is extremely tight and will stretch to accommodate most reasonable body types excepting the very small or extremely large.” Sara continued while pointing out the various attributes on her husband’s body.

“The essence however of this product is the hidden features.” Sara produced a large syringe shaped canister and hooked it up to a cleverly hidden valve on Gavin’s chest. As she depressed the plunger the hidden bladders expanded to create realistically proportioned breasts.

Nadine gasped. “That’s amazing.”

“But wait there’s more.” Sara said as she attached the syringe to a similar valve near Gavin’s waist and inflated his hips to match his newly expanded chest.

“Very cool,” Nadine said as she stood up to get a closer look. “I’m pretty sure, unless it is some trick of the eyes, his waist also shrank.”

“Yes, there is an interlocking rubber lattice that constricts the waist as the hips and bust increase in size.” Sara responded.

“How large can they be?” Gerald asked from his chair.

“At some point the latex will fail but I imagine quite a bit bigger.” Sara attached the syringe to Gavin’s chest again and filled them so much that the suit started to pull away from his chest creating an ugly sag at the neck opening of the costume, forcing Gavin to hold onto the oversized breasts. “I’d say that’s the limit there, since it no longer appears realistic.”

Gavin was trying to keep his feet even though his now enormous chest threatened to knock him over. Not to mention the increased strain on his waist.

Nadine looked Gavin over for a second, “Wait here I want to try something.” She returned moments later with a bottle of liquid and a garment box. “Drain a bit of the water out, I want to see how that works.”

Sara twisted the valve and water drained onto the floor. This allowed the suit to hang normally on Gavin’s frame instead of pulling away. “Let’s try this now.” Nadine rubbed some of the liquid from the bottle onto Gavin’s skin beneath the suit. “That’s a cosmetic adhesive we use for attaching facial prosthesis and such. Let’s see what happens once that sets.”

Gavin looked over at Sara with a bit of fear in his eyes, but remained silent because he did not want ruin this opportunity for his wife.

“Ok, Sara, expand the breasts again and let’s see if it works better.” Nadine asked.

Sara complied and this time they grew to the size of cantaloupes before they became pendulous and unnatural looking, the suit no longer pulled away from his skin. “Ok, let’s try this now.” Nadine said reaching into the garment box and retrieving a corset. With expert skill she wrapped it around Gavin’s waist and pulled the laces tight. Now the breasts rested in the cups of the corset and jutted out in front of him. “Oh that is perfect, many customers have wanted the Victorian look of shelf breasts and this will do fine.”

Gavin was fighting the urge to push his hands into the small of his back to keep himself erect, luckily Nadine quickly removed the corset and Sara drained the breasts back down to a point where they matched his hips. He still sported an extremely feminine figure but it stopped short of comical.

“May I try the syringe, I want to see how easy it is to use.” Nadine asked.

“Of course,” Sara said showing her the hidden valve locations.

Nadine filled and drained both the hips and bust a few times. “Wow that is simple.”

Sara nodded. “Well that’s just about it; do you have any other questions?”

Gerald began asking questions about cost, inventory, lead times, and turn around times while Gavin sat quietly in a chair waiting for them to finish. Nadine took notes and interjected comments from time to time. Gavin was about to doze off when the cashier from the front stuck her head in the door. “Sorry for interrupting, but the customer from Las Vegas is up front and has a few concerns.”

Nadine rose from her seat. “Excuse me, I have to see to this, I’ll be back shortly.”

Again Gavin began to stare off into space, the sound of Gerald’s monotonous voice and Sara’s familiar soprano sending him to his own little dream world. A world wear he was not wearing an anatomically correct female body suit.

Nadine stuck her head inside the door, “Excuse me, do you think I could borrow Gavin for a moment or two?”

Sara shrugged and nodded. “Sure, he’s not doing anything.”

Nadine grabbed Gavin’s hand and beckoned him to follow her. Just outside the office she faced him with a concerned look on her face. Tiny lines in her face and a confident air made Gavin guess her age in her late thirties or early forties. Her dark hair was probably longish, but with it propped up on her head in a clip it was difficult to tell. “I need your help Gavin.”

“With what? I’m not exactly dressed for work.” Gavin said looking down between the valley of his faux breasts.

“You are dressed perfectly. My largest customer is concerned that the costumes I designed for him won’t look right for his show. He’s a big stage production manager for a casino in Las Vegas and none of the women here, save you and perhaps your wife has the figure of a show girl.”

“So you want me to put the costume on and show him so you won’t lose the sale?” Gavin responded.

Nadine nodded expectantly. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Gavin waved the offer off, he had no intention of jeopardizing his wife’s opportunity by refusing to help out Nadine. “Don’t you think he’s going to be a little wierded-out by seeing a male head on a female body?”

“We’ll have to fix that, come with me, quickly.”

Gavin forced himself to follow despite his concerns about what she intended to fix exactly. They entered a storage area near the back of the building. Several head-high boxes were lined up against the back wall, Nadine attacked one with a box cutter and pulled out what looked like a giant playing card, the queen of hearts to be exact. The largest playing card Gavin had ever seen. It was probably five feet tall and constructed of a shiny pliable material. It maintained its square shape with flexible stiffeners hidden in the material. “That’s the costume?”

“Yes, let me help you put it on, it is not a one woman job.” The costume was two pieces of stretched rubber fused together at the edges. Nadine held open one edge where she lowered a hidden zipper. With some struggling Gavin was able to get his legs into the costume. His feet exited the suit through two small cuffs at the bottom corners of the rectangular costume. Some stiffener strips between the cuffs on the suit held his legs apart to preserve the flatness of the costume. Walking was reduced to a straight-legged waddle.

“Ok, now put your head inside and push it out through here,” Nadine held up a small opening that Gavin wondered if he would be able to squeeze his head through. With a lot of struggling and the addition of some talc, Gavin’s head popped through the top, his head was positioned at the mid point of the costume. “Now your hands,” Nadine said holding up the cuffs at the top corners of the costume.

Once Gavin squeezed his hands through Nadine zipped the costume closed and it became much more rigid. He could move his hands forward and back a bit, but there was no way he could touch his nose. It was like his hands and feet were in a semi flexible pillory.

“Ok, now I have to evacuate the suit and then shine it up.” Nadine connected a small hose to a hidden outlet near Gavin’s ankle and turned on a pump. Gavin could feel the air leaving the costume as it squeezed onto his body. “It’s an ingenious design if I do say so myself, there is a net work of tubes alone the outer edges that gives the costume enough stiffness to look like a playing card. These same tubes also draw the air out of the costume when I connect the pump.

“It’s really tight, and I’m a little unsteady.” Gavin said.

“Yes, it takes some getting use too, but you look fabulous, the rubber material highlights every nook and cranny of your body. Yet you’ve probably never been more covered.” Nadine began to wipe down the suit making the queen of hearts really shine in the light. “Now walk around a bit so you are surer of your feet.”

“More like waddle around.” Gavin sniffed. It was more restricting then the kitty costume he had worn before, his hands held up and apart and his legs spread.

“I’ll be right back.” Nadine quickly left the storage room only to return moments later with a something blue in her hand. “Here bend over, the suit flexes easily that direction.”

“Relatively speaking,” Gavin said while bending at the waist.

“Easier than your arms and legs bend anyways. Let me slip this wig on you.” The blue object was a wig and Nadine applied it with expert ease completely hiding any signs of his original hair color. “Now a bit of makeup and you’ll be set to show off my work.”

Nadine produced some creams and powders from a bag and went to work on his face. “There we go now he’ll never know you aren’t one of his show girls. Waddle this way.” Nadine smiled.

Gavin followed her as best he could pivoting on his hips to achieve the most movement from his limbs. He stepped through a curtain into the presence of a middle aged man wearing a casual sweat suit and speaking amicably with the young woman from the front of the store. The cashier caught sight of him first and her stunned surprise drew the man’s attention. His mouth fell open but he said nothing. There was an uncomfortable period of silence.

“Mr. Shale, will this meet your needs?” Nadine asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice breaking the silence.

Nadine’s voice seemed to shake the man out of his stupor. “Wow! Fantastic! Fabulous!”

There was a collective sigh of relief from both Nadine and her employee.

The man stood up and walked slowly around Gavin. “Perfect, just perfect. A playing card that highlights all the features people have come to expect from my shows. I’ll send my team to pick up the costumes tomorrow. Make sure and instruct my wardrobe people how to get them on the girls and how to keep them in good shape.”

“Of course, Mr. Shale.” Nadine nodded.

“Excellent work,” he smiled and left the building.

“Where did you find her?” The young sales lady said after Mr. Shale left.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you Shelly. Make sure Mr. Shale’s account is in good order.”

“Of course Nadine,” Shelly said and left the room.

Nadine stepped over to Gavin. “You are a life saver. How can I ever thank you?”

“Well I’m happy if Sara is happy, if you know what I mean.” Gavin smiled.

“Of course, I’m sure she would kill me if I did not show her this costume.” Nadine scampered out of the room.

“No…that’s not what I meant.” Gavin’s voice trailed off. Nadine however was already out of the room and Gavin was stuck, he would have been no less stuck bound and gagged to a chair.

Moment later Sara walked in. “Holy moly, would you look at that,” Sara exclaimed. “That is quite the costume; pretty much shows everything while covering everything.”

“That’s Vegas for you,” Nadine responded.

“You did a fantastic job on his face, and he looks good with blue hair.” Sara smiled.

Gavin chose to remain silent, better to feel foolish and be quiet then to speak and prove it.

“How can you walk?” Sara asked.

“Not easily,” Gavin waddled a few steps across the room concentrating on his balance.

Nadine stepped closer. “Thanks again, Gavin. You saved my bacon on that sale; it’s worth an enormous amount of money, not to mention the advertising I’ll get from having the costumes in a Las Vegas show.”

“You’re welcome. Are you ready to go Sara?” Gavin asked.

“I think so; Gerald seems to be satisfied with the contract.” Sara said.

“Hey that’s great, you made the sale.” Gavin said becoming increasingly uncomfortable with how vulnerable the costume forced him to be.

Nadine laughed. “Of course, that suit is remarkable. Your help with my Vegas customer proved that. Sara and her company are going to be pretty busy for the next few weeks.”

“Great, do you think I could get back into my clothes then?” Gavin asked.

“Oh but you look so cute.” Sara laughed.

“Very funny.” Gavin said. “Nadine, a little help.”

“Ok, here let me undo the zip.” The sound of air rushing into the evacuated costume preceded a dramatic loosening around Gavin’s body. With Nadine’s help he quickly pulled his head, hands, and feet free of the air tight cuffs. The blue wig fell to the floor unable to maintain its place when Gavin pulled his head out of the tight collar of the costume.

“Phew, much better, now for this suit.” Gavin pulled at the collar around the base of his neck but he was unable to pull enough of the tight fabric away from his skin to get a grip. “Hey, it’s stuck.”

“Ah yes the prosthesis glue needs a remover, let me go get it.” Nadine left the room.

Gavin called after her. “Hey and get something for this makeup on my face too.”

Nadine gave him the thumbs up and left the inventory room. Gavin pulled the blue hair wig from his head. “So how big a contract is it?”

“She wants four suits to start off with the option to buy 8 more.” Sara responded.

“Did you get the price?”

“Yeah, we should turn a few percent in profit, more as we get the manufacturing process nailed down.”

Nadine returned then, “Uh…there is a problem.”

“What problem?” Gavin said getting nervous.

“We are out of the glue remover, we are scheduled to get more on Monday.”

“So I’m stuck in this suit till Monday.” Gavin said the volume of his voice increasing.

“Calm down Gavin,” Sara said quickly. “I’m sure some other stores sell the remover right?”

“I doubt it, it’s kind of unique. In fact I don’t think anyplace outside of the theatrical costuming industry would consider using it because it is so expensive.” Nadine explained.

“Ok Gavin, it’s only a couple of days. You can still use the bathroom in the suit, at least partially. Just don’t eat much and you’ll be able to hold out till Monday. I’ll deflate the bladders and you’ll just have to wear long sleeves and pants until then. No big deal.” Sara reassured Gavin.

“Fine, deflate the bladders, get this makeup off me and let’s get home. You owe me big time for this, Sara.” Sara found the hidden valve on the side of the suit and began to open it. Several minutes later she was still working with it. “What’s wrong?”

“It seems to be stuck.”

“Oh great, what a day.” Gavin sighed.

“It appears that some of the adhesive found its way onto the valve, I’m sorry, I can’t budge it without ruining the suit. I can’t do that since it is our only working prototype.”

Nadine could not suppress her smile. “I guess you won’t need this.” Nadine said holding up a jar of cold cream.

Gavin looked at her funny before realizing what she meant. “No, I can’t go home like this. We have to figure something out.”

Nadine shrugged. “You’re more than welcome to hang out here if you want.”

Gavin shook his head. “Sara, why do good days for you always have to be bad days for me?”

“I think luck runs in cycles, mine is high and yours is low. It happens. Come on, I should be able to drain the bladders on your hips enough for you to get your pants on.” Sara fiddled with the second valve for awhile. “Looks like there was some adhesive on the syringe used to fill the bladders, they are both stuck.”

“How much longer do I have to wait until the bad luck stops?” Gavin hung his head.

Nadine left and returned with the syringe device used to fill the suits. “I’d say your right Sara, the pump is plugged with glue too, it must have gotten on that way. Look at the bright side, at least you aren’t sporting the massive chest you had earlier.”

“You’re a glass-is-half-full type person aren’t you?” Gavin glared at Nadine.

She shrugged. “Just trying to cheer you up.”

“I don’t suppose you have any normal clothes in this shop?”

Nadine shrugged apologetically. “Not really, we cater to the exotic costume crowd.”

“We have a few latex items that are more normal. They are still quite revealing.” Nadine offered.

“Do you have any pants, any at all?” Gavin asked.

Gavin left the costume shop wearing a black spandex catsuit with his T-shirt stretched over the top of his breasts. There was very little coverage from the shirt and it seemed to exaggerate the size of his chest the way it fell hung out over his flattened stomach. Once safely back at home, he spent the afternoon in front of the computer wearing a plain pair of his wife’s sweat pants and oversized T-shirt.

Chapter 4 - Kitties Redux

Gavin sat in front of the computer bored to death, it had been two hours since he and his wife returned from the shop. His beautiful blond wife, Sara, had been on the phone nearly the entire time working on lining up staff and materials for her new business unit at work. Gavin finished his work and was bored of playing games. Looking down over his body unable to see past his protruding chest made him sigh loudly.

Sara bounced into the room. “Wow, why the long face.” She was obviously high on life having just started her business.

“Why do you think? I can’t go outside, I can’t go anywhere.” Gavin said while looking over his body.

“You took off the makeup, Gavin. Nadine did a fantastic job, with the right clothes…” Sara looked up to see Gavin scowling. “What? I was just saying…”

“I know what you’re saying, but forget it.”

“Look,” Sara sat down next to her husband and draped her arms over his shoulders. “You really helped me out at Nadine’s. I could never have done it without you. I think your willingness to help with that playing card costume really sealed the deal. Is there anything I can do to make up for the fact that she got you stuck in the mannequin suit?”

Gavin turned around and looked at his wife, judging her sincerity. “The thing that comes to mind off hand is impossible with all my bits trapped in this suit.”

Sara smiled, “Well perhaps you’d like to watch me. I’m feeling pretty frisky.” Her hand strayed toward the waistline of her skirt while the other combed through her blond hair.

“So you get all the fun and I get what…extreme frustration?”

Sara shrugged.

“I have an idea that might make me feel better. How would you like to join me?”

“What do you mean? I’m already stuck with a female figure. I happen to like it.” She said hefting her breasts. “Besides, the suit you wear is currently one of a kind.”

“No, I mean join me in being stuck.”

“Out with it, how can I do that?” Sara asked with a bit of suspicion.

“Put on the sexy kitty costume, that way we both are stuck. That might make me feel better.” Gavin smiled.

“I don’t know. You’ll just make fun of me. Start asking me to purr, or use the litter box or something like that.”

“No I won’t,” Gavin responded quickly. “I promise.”

Sara put her finger to her lips like she does when she is considering something. “Alright, I’ll wear it on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t speak,” Sara answered directly. “At all.”

“But how…” Gavin began, but stopped when he realized what she meant. “Oh you mean.”

Sara nodded. “That’s right; you won’t be able to speak. My special glue will do nicely. What do you think? Do we have a deal?”

Gavin considered for a moment. Then he stood up and retrieved the black kitty costume from the closet. “Alright we have a deal.”

Sara quickly ran to get her glue. “You first, because I don’t want you to accidentally forget once I’m in that costume.”

“You don’t trust me?” Gavin said feigning hurt feelings.

“You were the one that tried to trick me into this suit in the first place, so I guess I don’t trust you when it comes to kitty costumes. No offense.”

Gavin smiled. “None taken. I’m actually looking forward to seeing you in this for real. Really brightens up my day.”

“You’ve seen me before.”

“Very briefly, not in the black one, and you didn’t wear the hands, feet, or head.” Gavin reminded her.

“In my defense, it was a bit of an emergency. Why the black one and not the white one?”

“Oh I don’t care really, you’ll look good in either one. The black just appealed to me more today.”

Sara shrugged.

“I suppose, you’d better use the restroom first.”

Sara walked away and Gavin laid out the different parts of the suit. He would skip the contacts. His wife’s eyes were much too beautiful to hide behind the lenses. She returned a few minutes later glistening in the light, her skin obviously coated with oil to aid in donning the tight suit. “Here you go, put this on your lips like chap stick and hold them together for a few seconds.”

Gavin did as instructed and was soon unable to separate his lips.

“Ok now help me into this thing.” Sara ordered.

Gavin stretched open the neck opening of the kitty suit and held it low for Sara to step into. She steadied herself by placing a hand on her husband’s back and slipped one foot at a time into the suit. Gavin then pulled it up her shapely legs and released the neck opening around her waist while he pulled at the suit to get it over Sara’s ankles and remove any wrinkles. With Gavin’s help Sara slid her arms under the tight neck opening around her waist and slowly shrugged the suit higher.

Gavin pulled the neck opening over his wife’s generous chest massaging them a bit more than necessary to get them properly settled into place. Sara rolled her eyes and finished pushing her fingers out of the long tight sleeves and then helped remove any wrinkles. “Gosh this thing is tight.’

Gavin pulled at the skin tight suit on his own arms, indicating that they were now even.

“Except yours isn’t a costume per se, I mean to make it fair you should also have to wear accessories much like this costume, hands, feet and hood. Not to mention the jingle bell collar.” Sara complained.

Gavin shrugged and picked up the paw shaped foot of the costume that would force her foot into a tip-toe stance. Sara slipped her foot into it and the next one. This was followed by the paws that forced her hands into fists effectively making them useless and also meaning there was no way out of the suit without help. Gavin used the glue, which had previously been used on his lips, on the paws of the kitty costume to keep them from rolling down. “Hey you don’t have the remover for that.” Sara said.

Gavin raised his eyes and smiled knowingly.

“So I have to tell you where to find it.”

Gavin nodded still smiling.

“And that guarantees you get to use it first.” Sara said with a falling tone suggesting that she had hoped to keep Gavin quiet longer than he wanted.

Next Gavin helped pulled the hood onto Sara’s head and tucked it underneath the collar of the cat costume. Now only her eyes showed, the rest of her covered by black latex kitty parts; a cute little nose, pointy ears, and small mouth opening shaped like a cat’s closed mouth. It was incredibly well done. The collar with the little jingle bell in the front completed the costume.

Sara could talk, though it was muted due to the tightness of the hood. “Now what?” Sara asked.

Gavin put on a pair of tennis shoes and went into the garage and climbed into the attic via a pull-down ladder in the ceiling returning moments later with a familiar wire box.

“I should have guessed. You want a little pay back for last time we used this costume.” Sara rolled her eyes.

Gavin smiled and set the wire kennel on the floor and placed several cushions inside and a blanket. He then stepped to the side and held the door open for his wife who slowly crawled inside.

Though it was hardly necessary Gavin locked the door with a small combination padlock and just as she had done to him before, he covered the kennel with a blanket.

“I guess I could use a nap.” Sara said and Gavin went into the bedroom and switched on the television to pass the time. The drone of the television news commentators put him to sleep in minutes.

“Gavin wake up.” The words sounded distantly in Gavin’s sleep fogged mind. “Gavin, wake up.” They were clearer this time but strange to his ears. “Gavin, wake up!” The sharp yell brought Gavin out of his delirium and he woke up, only he still could not see anything. He could feel the tiny muscles in his eyes trying to pull his lids open but they met resistance.

His hands went to his face to see what is wrong. “Don’t’ bother.” Gavin recognized Angie, their neighbor’s voice. “Some of Sara’s special glue will keep them closed until I decide otherwise. You are a deep sleeper.”

Gavin sat up in bed and tried to feel around but without sight or speech there was little he could do. “I’ll let you see again only after you follow my instructions, Gavin. You and Sara should really start locking your door. This is the second time I’ve come in to find a little black kitty sitting in a kennel. This time though, a cute little white kitty will join her. It’s nice to see you already have the body for it.” Angie laughed.

Gavin crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture that only served to display his feminine chest. If sight were still available, he would never have done it.

“What? Don’t have anything to say?” Angie laughed again. “Oh that’s right you can’t. Let’s get started, I’ve been itching for a little pay back for a long time. Strip off your clothes.” Angie commanded.

Gavin remained seated on the bed with his arms folded across his chest.

“So you’re going to play it that way huh?” Angie said from somewhere in the corner of the room. Fine then, you’ll be blind and Sara will be in that cage until you change your mind.”

Gavin stood up from the bed and felt his way along the walls to the kitchen where he left his wife. He found the blanket and threw it off. “Get me out of here Gavin,” Sara said. “Angie…Oh I guess she already got you.”

Gavin was holding the lock but with his eyes sealed shut he could not put in the combination for the lock. “I can’t get a look at the numbers from this angle Gavin.” Sara said from inside the cage.

Gavin growled in frustration.

“Look, just play along Gavin, and this will be all over in a couple hours.” Angie said from behind him. “It’s not like you don’t owe me for coercing my hidden secrets out of me.”

Sara sighed. “Maybe we should, Gavin. She’s my friend, and I doubt she’s going to be too hard on us.”

“Not any harder than you were on me.” Angie said from behind the cage.

Gavin stood up and held his hand out towards where he last heard Angie’s voice. “Good, now this is going to be fun…at least for me.” Angie took Gavin’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. “Now if you please, could you take off your clothes? No need to be embarrassed I can’t see anything with the mannequin suit attached to you.”

Gavin took off the casual sweats and T-shit he had borrowed from his wife and tossed them to the floor. He then felt Angie’s hands spreading something cool, obviously a lubricant, across the outside of the latex suit. He could not deny it felt nice, but he did not let Angie know that. “Ok, lift a foot Gavin.”

Gavin lifted his left foot and he felt the familiar stretch of the latex costume pull over his ankle. “Now the other foot.” The suit was soon pulled up to his waist and just as he had done to Sara earlier, the wrinkles in the suit were smoothed out. Next Angie helped him push his arms underneath the tight collar of the suit that was currently encircling his waist and slowly move the suit higher on his body while simultaneously guiding his arms into the sleeves. In moments the suit was in place. Gavin could only guess what he looked like in the white latex costume with its attached tail.

“Now for the hood. It’s a little weird seeing your head on that body, so this should make things look more normal.” Gavin felt the tight rubber stretch over his head and across his face. The familiar jingle of a bell meant that the collar was being put on as well.

“Hold up a foot.” Angie said from somewhere near his feet. Gavin held his left foot up and the tight paws of the foot were pulled on, keep him on his toes. This was repeated for his right foot.

“Ok, now your left hand, please, and make a fist.” It was almost finished. Gavin’s left hand was stuffed inside the kitty paw preventing him from opening his fist. “Before I complete your costume I need you to write down the combination of the lock on Sara’s cage. Here’s a pen and paper.” Gavin was disappointed he hoped Angie would forget about that. “As a reward I’ll free your eyes once I verify the combination works. So make it legible.”

Gavin took the pen and felt the edges of the paper and then wrote down three numbers as best he could without eyesight. “Looks like 26 44 32, is that what you wrote?” Angie asked.

Gavin nodded and then he felt the other paw of the suit touch his hand. He made a fist and she pulled it into place. Gavin felt her touching areas around his forearms and ankles and assumed she was using glue to make sure the paws of the costume did not come off.

Angie led Gavin into the kitchen. He took smaller steps since he was off balance due to the position of his feet. “Now let’s try this combination.” Gavin heard Angie messing with the lock and soon an audible click was heard. “Good, it worked. Sara if you will tell me where the remover is to your special glue, I will release your husband’s eyes.”

“In the back of the cupboard above the clothes dryer.” Gavin heard Sara say somewhat reluctantly.

A few minutes later Gavin felt a small brush touch his eyes. “There you go Gavin, give it a second or two.”

Gavin felt the bonds of the glue give way and he slowly opened his eyes. He squinted against the dazzling white of the costume that covered his body from head to toe. Looking between the valley of his faux breasts two his invisible manhood hidden beneath two layers of latex, he knew he looked sexy and all female and feline. Next his eyes landed on his wife in the cage, she had her legs curled underneath her and her eyes were staring at him. The cage was closed with the open padlock still in the hasp. He did not see any way possible for both he and his wife to fit in the cage at the same time.

He looked over at Angie who was standing there with her arms folded beneath her breasts. Her flame red hair was again accented with a green outfit; in this case a shiny spandex jog bra and matching bike shorts. She looked to have come straight from a workout with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She knelt down in front of the cage. “Ok, I’m going to open the kennel and Sara you’ll need to move your head to this end and lay on your back.”

“What?” Sara exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“I have two kitties and one kennel so you’ll just have to squeeze together.” Angie said with a smile.

Sara was shocked. “You’re crazy. There is no way we will both fit in here.”

“You’re going to try, now turn over.”

Sara complied and Angie opened the door which was slightly narrower than that side of the kennel. “Alright Gavin, go in head first and try and get your head to touch the back end of the kennel between your wife’s thighs. I’m sure you’ve been in this position before.” Angie giggled.

Gavin squeezed his body into the kennel he was worried that he might be suffocating his wife but her labored breathing was audible. Angie helped him by moving both Sara and his legs and arms around to push more and more of him inside. Finally he could move no further in.

“Hang on a second your tail is stuck.” Gavin felt some pulling down by his bottom and then saw his tail being threaded through the bars of the kennel to keep it out of the way. Gavin’s head was already pressing against Sara’s thighs but she could not open them wide enough for him to force his head between them. Angie solved this by pushing on his bottom until his head was squeezed between her legs with his mouth and nose less than an inch above her shiny black crotch. Luckily he could still move his head up enough and see out of the back of the cage.

He could feel his wife’s head rocking back and forth between his legs and heard her muffled voice. “Ugh, this is uncomfortable.” Gavin’s feet and half his legs were still outside the cage. Angie forced them into the cage until his feet were squeezed into his bottom.

“Ha! I bet I don’t even have to close the door.” Angie laughed. Gavin’s feet were wedged inside the kennel behind the door and he could not move them. He was on his knees with his hands tucked underneath Sara’s hips. When Angie forced his feet in Sara’s elbows and hands were forced to her sides effectively pinning her arms down.

“Just in case you get lucky though, I better close it anyway. No need to lock it though.”

“How long are you going to keep us wedged in here?” Sara said from between Gavin’s legs.

“Just long enough to get some good pictures.” Angie said.

“You wouldn’t.” Sara responded.

“Don’t go anywhere I’ve got to fetch my camera.” Angie skipped out of the house.

“Start planning your revenge Gavin, ‘cause our friend Angie is going to get it.”

Gavin mumbled his assent from behind his sealed lips.

Angie returned with her camera and spent at least fifteen minutes snapping hundreds of pictures from different angles. With out a word she then sat down next to the kennel with her camera connected to her laptop. “Now where should I post these wonderful images?”

“You wouldn’t.” Sara said.

“I know, my favorite latex message board.” Gavin could hear her fingers typing on the keys and the click of the mouse buttons. “There we go, what do you think Gavin?”

The lap top was thrust in front of Gavin’s face and he could see a legitimate web address and an active message board with a black and white kitty stuck inside a kennel posted on the site. Gavin growled in outrage. “Don’t worry, no one can recognize you. There are a few other sharing sites I want to post them on and then I’ll let you out.”

“Just so you know, you better leave us in here forever, because if we get out you are going to regret it.” Sara threatened.

“I’m sure, but it is so worth it.” Angie laughed.

Angie worked on the computer for probably another hour before she finally pulled Gavin from the cage. “Alright Gavin I’m going to help you free one of your hands from the costume and then you are on your own. Here’s the remover.”

Angie pulled Gavin’s hand from one restrictive cat paw and then set the remover on the table. She grabbed her camera and laptop and left the house.

Another hour passed before Gavin was halfway back to normal. He was still stuck in the mannequin suit but he had the fire of vengeance to help pass the time now.

Once the cat costumes were cleaned and put away Sara sat on the bed next to her husband who had again donned the plain sweats and T-shirt. “So what are we going to do?”

“We wait, she will be expecting an ambush around every corner and that will be half the fun.” Gavin said.

Chapter 5 - Stuck in a Barrel

Angie sat up in bed, she was sure she heard it this time. She switched the lamp on and searched around the house for probably the third time that night. As before there was nothing there. “This is getting ridiculous, I can’t live this way,” Angie sighed. She wore a short nightgown damp with her own sweat. “I’ve been jumpy for two weeks now expecting them to grab me at any second. I’m going to call them, I don’t care what time of night it is.” She said to the clock which was showing 3:30 AM.

Angie grabbed the phone and dialed the number. Sara’s groggy voice answered. “Sara, look I really can’t stand this anymore. I’ll do anything you want just name the time and the place. Just don’t leave me wondering anymore, I’m as fidgety as a strung out ferret.”

Angie twinged at the laughter and waited while Sara talked to Gavin but she had to know. “Tomorrow morning, 3:00 AM,” Angie repeated surprised by the early hour. “Fine I don’t care, I’ll see you the next time the clock hits 3:00 AM.” She hung up the phone and fell back into bed for her first chance at good sleep in a week.

Angie called in sick the next day to work and caught up on her sleep. She awoke in the afternoon to the sound of the phone ringing. She rolled over and hit the speaker phone. “Hello.” Angie spoke in to the air.

“Hey, Angie it’s Sara.” Came the crackly reply from the box.

“Hey Sara, what do you need, it wasn’t 3:30 in the afternoon was it.”

“No, but when you come tonight bring a black catsuit, latex preferably.”

“A black catsuit?” Angie responded. “Do you want me to wear it over?”

“No, just bring it with you. See you tonight.”

“See you,” Angie detected a small smile in her voice. The catsuit was really no surprise but it did pique her curiosity.

Angie spent the rest of the day cleaning her house and doing odd jobs that needed to be taken care of. Just before bed she opened her secret chest and pulled out a black latex catsuit and shined up the outside and added some talc to the inside. She then folded it neatly and placed in a bag next to the door. She set her alarm for 3:00 and jumped into bed.

Her nervousness and curiosity woke her up a half-hour before the alarm went off so she spent the time getting ready. She showered and twisted her long red hair into a single braid falling between her shoulder blades. She put on a pair of loose sweats and a loose sweater forgoing underwear since she would likely be wearing the catsuit anyway.

She tried to time it so that she rang her neighbors door bell at precisely 3:00 but she was a couple minutes early. Sara answered the door with a smirk on her face. She was wearing a dark blue pair of tights and a matching sports bra. “Come in Angie, nice of you to save us the trouble of kidnapping you.”

“Very funny, let’s get this over with. Where’s Gavin?”

“He’s setting up a few things, it’s just you and me right now. Do exactly as I say and this will be quick and easy.” Sara said walking towards the bedroom. “Follow me.” Angie could not help but watch Sara’s departing backside tightly gripped by the dark blue fabric.

“Are we going to exercise?” Angie asked.

“No more questions, you’ll see soon enough.” Once inside the bedroom Sara stopped Angie. “Ok, take off your clothes and slip into the catsuit you brought.”

Angie complied and began to thread her legs into the tight grip of the catsuit, when she was about to pull the suit over her hips Sara stopped her. “Hold it. Don’t go any further.”

Angie froze just on the verge of covering her crotch with the shiny black rubber. “Ok, whatever you say.”

Sara disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a distinctly phallic looking object with two small wires leading from the larger end. “You do know what this is?”

Angie gulped. “Yes, a vibr…”.

“That’s right,” Sara interrupted. “I’ll let you get it into position, if you understand my meaning.”

Angie nodded and took it from Sara. She slowly settled it into place and then pulled the catsuit over her hips which ensured it would not be going anywhere. Sara had politely turned her back. “OK, now what.”

Sara stepped over and carefully arranged the wires leading from the toy so they followed the crevice between her buttocks up toward her neck. “Go ahead and finish pulling the catsuit on.”

Angie slid her arms into the long sleeves and waited while Sara sealed the Ziplock like enclosure on the back of the suit. The suit had a one inch collar that tightly gripped her neck. Sara stopped before finishing with the zipper. “There are a few more items we need to attach.” Sara tugged the suit down Angie’s shoulders effectively pinning her arms to her side and exposing each of her breasts. Using some adhesive, Sara applied a small copper pad to each side of Angie’s left nipple, and two more pads to each side of Angie’s right nipple. She then carefully guided the wire leads from these copper pads so they were channelled through her cleavage and poked out the neckline of the suit. She then finished closing the back of the suit sealing Angie inside.

Angie could feel the wires leading up her back from her sex and the wires routed between her breasts, she was getting more nervous by the second. “Those things on my breasts are going to hurt, aren’t they?”

Sara smiled, “Not really, I tested them out and they are more annoying that painful, except on the highest setting. Don’t worry, Angie, we aren’t trying to torture you.”

The words sounded genuine enough which allowed Angie to get her racing heart rate under control. “Ok, now what.”

“Well Gavin should be back any moment now. While we wait I’ll get your hands taken care of.”

“My hands,” Angie said a bit confused.

Sara retrieved some soft silk ribbon from a drawer. “Hold out a hand, please.” Angie complied and watches as Sara wrapped the cord around her wrist and across her palms several times and knotted it off. “Ok, make a fist.” Sara then threaded the excess thread through her fingers of her clenched fist. Next she took some black electrical tape and wound it around her fist several times completely covering her hand in the tape. She could no longer open her hand and three to four feet of the soft cord hung from the end of her black balled hand.

“Ok now for the other hand.” Sara ordered. Once both Angie’s hands were made useless by the tape, Sara had Angie cross her arms under her breasts. She took the remaining length of cord and pulled her hands further towards her back so they were in a straightjacket-like position. She tied the cords in the back and then brought them around front and tied them together again. Angie was now tightly hugging her own body. “There we go all fixed up.”

Moments later Gavin walked into the room. “Holy cow, you look great, Angie.” He was also wearing dark clothes consisting of sweatpants and a sweat shirt. “Are we all set, Sara?”

Sara glared at him.

“You look hot as well in that sexy little workout outfit,” Gavin said feeling a little embarrassed.

“Yes, Angie’s all ready to go.” Sara said while she pulled on a dark blue sweat shirt over the top of her sports bra.

“Alright then, everything is ready there, I’ve concealed all the equipment, no one would see it even if they were standing beside it.”

“Equipment?” Angie questioned.

“You’ll see neighbor,” Gavin responded with a smile. Gavin tossed some thongs onto the floor. “We’re taking you for a walk, put those on.”

“Outside! I can’t go outside like this.” Angie started to involuntarily back into a corner of the room.

Sara smiled and stepped nearer her friend. “That’s why we are doing this so early in the morning, the world is asleep. Where we are going is very remote, no one lives nearby.”

Angie slipped her feet into the thongs and followed Gavin out the back door, Sara followed behind. Sara and Gavin lived on the last row of houses in a small neighborhood Their back yard opened up to a large overgrown area full of tall grass and half grown trees. A hundred yards into it and you would think your were a hundred miles from civilization. The moon was waxing and provided just enough light for Gavin, who was extremely familiar with the terrain, to guide them through the brush. Angie was glad for her rubber catsuit since it protected her body from the dry grass and small tree branches they passed by.

By Angie’s best guess they had walked maybe three to four hundred yards from the house when the brush thinned out a bit and Angie could see a road ahead. She knew which road it was since she drove on it a lot. At this particular point the road which was a four lane high way passed beneath another road. As with many such places there was a pylon near the road which supported a sign. In front of this pylon were about a dozen orange and white striped barrels which were placed there in the event that a car driving off the road would instead of immediately impacting the pylon it would instead be slowed down or deflected by striking the barrels first.

Gavin led them toward the barrels, specifically toward an orange and white barrel which had been place behind the pylon. “Ok Angie, here we are.” Gavin whispered, though there was no one around for miles and the grass was high enough to hide them easily if they squatted down.

“Here? What am I doing here?” Angie whispered back, as she nervously scanned the highway in both directions for oncoming cars.

Gavin smiled and took the top off the large barrel that stood about even with Angie’s waist. “Get in, please.”

“No way, I’m not getting in that.” Angie said stepping back.

Sara stepped behind her friend, “Look you posted images of my husband and I on the internet for all to see. I think this is quite appropriate, you’ll be in public but anonymous just like we are. Now get in. I’ll help you.”

It was impossible for Angie to step over edge of the barrel so Sara lifted her into it. The barrel was clean except for a light dusting of sand at the bottom. There was the faint odor of plastic. “Now sit down Angie.”

Angie squatted down.

“No, no. put your bottom against the bottom of the barrel please.” Sara said. Angie tried but the barrel was too small, even with her knees pressed against her chest she couldn’t make contact with the bottom. “Ok, stand up again.” Sara said.

“Gavin do you have the oil?” Gavin handed Sara a bottle of liquid and Sara coated Angie’s black body with a generous amount. “Now try again, Angie.”

This time Angie sat down and the oil caused her to slip much further down into the barrel. When Sara pushed down on her shoulders her buttocks made contact the bottom. Try as she might, with her knees pushed against her chest and her arms wrapped uselessly around her body she could not stand up. She had no leverage, with her body wedged in so tightly.

Sara looked into the barrel where the top of Angie’s head was probably twelve inches below the top edge. “Comfy.”

“Oh yes, how long do I have to stay in here?” Angie said sarcastically.

“Through the day.” Sara smiled back.

“A whole day!” Angie said loudly. “I’ll never make it.”

“Sure you will, first of all this spot is in the shade through the warm part of the day. We will be providing you with water here shortly and of course you’ll be entertained.” Sara smiled.

Angie did not respond, she knew the devices attached to her body would come into play on that particular point.

Sara left the edge of the barrel and returned a few moments with a large bag. In the dim light it was not clear what she was holding. Then she felt several soft and squishy objects falling onto her wedged body. “What are these?”

“Water balloons.” Angie said as Gavin dumped a few more onto her. Another load from Sara and she was covered up to her neck with the squishy globes. “Here’s the deal, Angie. If you get thirsty just bite one with your teeth near the tied end of the balloon where it is tied closed, you should get a small stream of water.” Gavin said.

Sara continued. “Here’s the catch, only about half of them actually have water, the other half have other things in them, so make sure you are desperate.”

“What kind of things?” Angie asked.

Sara placed another dozen water balloons into the barrel so that Angie was having to look up a bit to keep talking. “Insect attracting things,” Sara answered.

Gavin then connected the wires that were poking out the top of her collar while Sara leaned over the edge of the barrel. “Now here’s the deal with those lovely devices you are wearing beneath the catsuit. We know how much you like to speed on this highway so we decided to break you of the habit.”

“By stuffing me into a barrel.” Angie said.

“Not just that, but Gavin has ingeniously rigged up a hidden radar gun to you. Every time a car passes on the road breaking the speed limit you will get an annoying shock through your nipples. If they break the limit by less than five miles per hour it will just be a tickle. The faster they go the more shocking it will be to you. Don’t worry, I tested it on myself at the highest setting and though I wouldn’t volunteer for the privilege there was no lingering pain.”

“You guys are crazy.” Angie responded.

Gavin laughed. “This from a woman who traps her neighbors inside a kennel designed for animals.”

“There’s more though Angie, for every car that is traveling under the speed limit, you will receive a short duration vibration from the other device installed inside you.”

Angie shook her head in disbelief.

Gavin added, “So we figure that by the time the day is over you’ll be pretty conditioned to enjoy the law abiding citizens and hate the speeders. In fact I bet every time you drive on this road you’ll be thinking about this little experience and perhaps, modify your driving.”

“Just think Gavin, we might be saving her some money from tickets.” Sara laughed.

Gavin laughed with his wife and grabbed the lid of the barrel. “Just a couple more things you should know. You can probably tip this barrel over if you tried hard enough, but you would end up breaking a lot of the balloons and knocking the lid off. You’d be exposed and covered with stickiness, you’d be a feast, if you catch my drift.”

“I get it.” Angie had the vision of herself dumped on the ground with thousands of ants crawling over her. She involuntarily shuddered.

“I don’t think any insects can get in if you stay upright. The barrel is not air tight but just in case it rains I took precautions to keep water out. Have fun, we’ll be watching all day.” Gavin put the lid on the barrel plunging Angie into darkness.

Angie heard her neighbors quietly talking but could not discern what was being said. Then there was silence. Trapped in the darkness held rigid by the embrace of the water balloons she dozed off, only to awoken later by the vibrations from the intruder she placed inside herself early that morning. It was accompanied by the sound of a passing car. She tried to enjoy the sensation but it ended in only a few seconds.

“If only they don’t speed, this could be fun. A funeral procession would be nice.” Angie whispered allowed. She tested the balloons directly in front of her face by pushing against them with her tongue to see if she could determine which ones were filled with water and which were filled with sticky fluids. In the dark she had trouble moving them around and she didn’t want to risk breaking them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp sting in both her breasts. She let out a small gasp as the sound of the car disappeared down the highway. “Ugh, I hope he was going ninety-five.” She whispered again.

When the morning light became strong enough for her to see the multicolored balloons in the orange hue of the barrel, Angie had already received several shocks and stimulations. There were a couple that happened at the same time, an experience that caused her to jerk and thus a balloon had popped somewhere inside the barrel. She decided to attempt a drink before the morning rush hour hit.

She pulled the tied end of a balloon with her teeth and bit down. The small hole she created however did not provide a stream of water but an ooze of corn syrup that she could not push away. It poured out over her nose and chin until she managed to pull a second balloon that pushed the first out of the way. She lucked out with this one as was able to suckle it like a breast and get several swallows of water.

Then a jolt went through her chest, and then another followed by a few seconds of rumbling from her loins. There was very little break as she heard the traffic increase. The morning rush hour was beginning. As the light grew stronger so did the traffic. Angie was lost in her own world, her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to keep from moving. Her eminent orgasms were crushed by an uncaring speeder outside that send a sharp jolt to her breasts. The frustration was incredible.

Eventually though she found herself becoming more accustomed to the jolts and the inevitable pleasure washed through her. She shuddered and rocked from side to side, crushing several balloons in the process. When she came down from her high, the vibrations did not cease, and now her very sensitive body was being assaulted instead of pleasured.

Finally there was a lull, she had no idea how many hours had passed but she finally had a break. When she opened her eyes for the first time since the rush hour started she was greeted by her own face. Sara had installed a mirror directly opposite her on the lid of the barrel and she was staring at a sticky and wet visage that was strangely arousing.

It was beginning to get very warm inside the barrel, and Angie could feel a layer of sweat forming between her body and the catsuit. Cars continued to pass giving her the occasional jolt and stimulation but not in enough numbers to allow her to enjoy the sensations. In the mirror, she saw a very sweaty and uncomfortable woman. Angie wanted out.

After countless numbers of cars had passed, Angie watched as a shadow marched across the outside of the barrel while the sun moved behind the overpass. She knew that it was now afternoon and her ordeal was half over. She was given no rest, the cars on the road were spaced out but consistent and it seemed that the fewer cars on the road the faster they traveled. Her breasts by far had received the most attention.

With all the heat, Angie had attempted to get several more drinks but now her face was covered with a mixture of corn syrup and honey. The water was worth it but she could feel the stickiness work its way inside her catsuit. She tried to focus on her breathing like she was taught in yoga classes but any concentration was continuously shattered by the passing traffic. It was driving her crazy.

She was beginning to despise the speeders, she would be enjoying the sensations of a law abiding motorist when a series of shocks would banish any progress she made toward a crescendo. It was maddening, she found herself looking forward to rush hour just so she could get some release. The damsel in distress visage staring at her from the mirror did nothing to cool the heat building in her loins.

Rush hour arrived not as a slow building trickle like in the morning but all at once, constant sensation assaulted both her breasts and crotch. Angie’s breasts were much more accustomed to the shocks so they were less of a distraction this time and she was crashing over the precipice of her pleasure much sooner. In fact wave after wave of pleasure hit her, she was involuntarily squeezing her body together and the balloons that had settled between her legs and body were crushed. Angie cared little and her convulsions crushed more balloons, by the time night fell and the rush hour was over she was sitting up to her waist in water and sticky fluids.

She could not get a drink now if she wanted because the balloons had settled down just out of reach of her mouth. Angie wanted out, she wanted out long before there would be anyone to come and get her out. Cars continued to buzz her at a regular pace but she cursed both the shocks and the stimulations. She just wanted free. Her legs were cramping and her back ached from the enforced position. The coolness of the night was a welcome relief but next to her other aches it was hardly enjoyable.

Finally the sound of movement could be heard from outside the barrel. Angie remained silent just incase it was not her neighbors until the lid came off and Sara’s face looked down at her. “Have fun?”

“Get me out of here, now!” Angie growled.

“Get the equipment, Gavin, I’ll help Angie home.” Sara pulled the wires out of the back of Angie’s collar and then pushed the barrel on to its side, a flood of water, syrup and balloons poured onto the ground. Sara then pulled Angie out and helped her stretch on the grass, dirt and grass sticking to every part of her body. “Take a moment, and then we’ll head home to get you cleaned up.”

Angie quickly stretched her legs while Sara released her arms using a knife to cut the tape and rope from her hands. With the use of her hands Angie was able to stand and Sara guided her back through the underbrush toward their house.

Angie stepped out of the shower and Sara handed her a towel and pointed toward her clothes sitting on the floor. “Was it worth it?” Sara asked.

Angie shrugged. “I’m tired and sore, so now it seems a high price to pay for a few pictures of you and Gavin, but maybe tomorrow I’ll feel differently.”

“And I bet you’ll pay more attention to your speed now too.”

Angie smiled knowing it would be hard not think about it.

Chapter 6 - Sara’s Diet Plan

Sara stepped out of her car and pulled down her black leather skirt that had risen to expose most of her leg as she operated the stick shift of the vehicle. She walked up the sidewalk to the front door absent mindedly smoothing her silk blouse while she walked. It was late and the lights were off. Her mind was on business, it was always on business, a list of things to do that never got any smaller. The mannequin suit was a huge success by anyone’s standard and now, three years after she first put it on her husband, she was the executive officer of a well established company.

As CEO of SMS Creations (they dropped the name Sara’s Mannequin Suit on the advice of the marketing professionals) Sara worked long hours and there had been some unexpected physical consequences. She had no time to exercise and quick food is usually bad food so Sara had put on more than a few pounds.

She pushed open the front door and dropped her purse onto the floor inside the door. She kicked off her heels and was looking forward to a nice long bath. She spotted Gavin sitting on the couch in his usual T-shirt and shorts. “What time did you get home?”

“Oh, about four or so. I had some stuff to do here.” Gavin responded. “Figures,” Sara shook her head, giving Gavin a dirty look, obviously resenting his extra leisure time.

“Did you have network problems? Were there any technical issues at all with anything that I run at the company?” Gavin asked.

“No, but I work so much and you…”

“I am efficient. Everything in the server room is automated and the second something weird happens I know about it on my PDA.” Gavin held up a small silver object.

Sara plopped down beside her husband pulling the clip out of her hair letting the blond locks fall across her shoulders. “You are good, but computers are better behaved than people.”

“Listen Sara, you started the company three years ago and demand for the mannequin suit and all the additional products created by SMS have only grown with every quarter. It’s time you took a break.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’ve decided to get back in shape, what’s the point of having a successful company if I die from heart disease from being over weight.”

Gavin nodded. “This new house we bought has a fully decked out exercise room, you should use it.”

“Not enough, I have to control my diet. And I want your help.” Sara’s face hardened with her determination.

“My help, how?” Gavin said.

“I’m going to tell some of my friends at work that I need to control my diet and if they catch me sneaking junk food they will be instructed to tell you.”

“Me, why tell me?” Gavin was getting confused.

“It’s your job to come up with some suitable consequences for my mistakes, if they are severe enough than I should be able to resist the temptation.”

“Sorry, Sara, that won’t work.”

Sara looked surprised. “Why not?”

“Your friends at work will fear for their jobs and won’t say anything.”

“I’m not talking about just anybody. I was thinking Angie and Nadine.”

Gavin nodded, they were close friends and would not worry about being fired. “Well, ok, I’m game. I’ll just wait for the call from one of those two.”

Sara nodded. “Thanks. And I’ll try my best to make sure you don’t get that phone call.”

The first two weeks Sara saw exciting results, she replaced chocolate and fast food with fruit and vegetables. She had more energy and was thinking about an exercise program when Nadine rushed into her office. Her brunette hair was piled on top of her head in her usual business style and she wore a knee length black dress with a fitted jacket. “What’s going on?” Her well maintained figure allowed for her to pass as a woman much younger than her current age.

Nadine took a moment to catch her breath. “I just spent fifteen minutes on the phone with a client from Vegas who claims that the custom made suits they ordered split at the seams when their performers had a dress rehearsal this morning?

“Huh? How is that possible, the production process does not create seams.”

“I know, I told him that,” Nadine said waving her hands in exasperation. “but he is threatening to cancel his order anyway.”

“How big of customers are they?”

“They spent $116,000 last year alone.” Nadine said slowly.

Sara about choked on her own tongue. “Get me their number.”

Nadine left and Sara suddenly felt ravenous. She was getting used to being hungry but now she needed chocolate. Chocolate is always the perfect stress killer. so she decided to walk down to the break room and grab the number from Nadine on the way. She returned hiding a small package of fudge inside a folded newspaper.

Sara stuffed a couple pieces of fudge into her mouth before dialing the number and enjoyed another while she was connected to the production manager. As it turned out, there was a saboteur inside the production company who caused the damage, and the production manager had wrongly blamed SMS Creations. The man was profusely apologetic and Sara managed to guarantee several thousand more in sales by offering to repair the suits without charge.

Sara did not expect the production manager to call Nadine back to apologize for his behavior. Normally this kind gesture would not be a big deal except Nadine ran back to Sara’s office bubbling over with excitement only to find Sara helping herself to her seventh piece of fudge.

“I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get to call your husband.” Nadine smiled as Sara unsuccessfully tried to hide her lapse.

“It’s only a few pieces, you don’t need to involve him yet.” Sara begged.

“Slippery slope, Sara. It’s best if we nip it in the bud.” Nadine walked out of Sara’s office with a smirk on her face.

Sara worried a little about what her husband would do but ultimately she trusted him. His creativity knew no bounds, as evidenced by the highway barrel idea several years ago that Angie still talked about. So curiosity eventually go the better of her and excitement replaced nervousness. She walked into the house that evening to find her husband in his usual place on the couch. Lounging in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. His typical evening attire.

“Hey there babe, got a call from Nadine today. I thought you weren’t ever going to screw up.” Gavin grinned.

Sara shook her head. “Nobody’s perfect, so what do you have cooked up so I can redeem myself?”

“Ah, it will probably be best if I keep the details to myself but you do need to shower and put your hair into a single braid, then meet me in the workout room downstairs.”

“I know what’s coming.” Sara said.

“I doubt it and don’t bother guessing because I will neither confirm nor deny. Get going.” Gavin laughed and pinched Sara on the bottom on the way to the basement.

Sara enjoyed her shower and took her time twisting her blond hair into a single braid falling down the middle of her back. She expected to have to work out on the exercise equipment, likely by force, probably wearing something revealing. In hopes of distracting her husband from his plans, she donned a short white silk robe and walked downstairs into the basement.

The workout room was full of various pieces of exercise equipment, much left by the previous owner. Running and climbing machines were oriented towards a large television in one corner, and racks of weights and bars were neatly arranged along the adjacent wall. Gavin stood on the opposite side of the room from the large television where the floor was covered with tile instead of carpet. On the tile was a large stainless steel spa tub often seen in athletic locker rooms or rehabilitation hospitals.

“Love the robe, unfortunately you’re going to have to drop it and slip into this.” Gavin reached into the tub and pulled out a pile of shiny white latex.

“Is that one of our designs?” Sara asked.

“Yes, and it uses the latest polymer so you don’t have to worry about your toe nails snagging it or anything.”

“Why white?”

“It was available and you look good in white.” Gavin indicated the robe hitting the floor around Sara’s ankles with a smile.

Sara took the garment and stretched open the neck. The lack of a zipper on all SMS Creations suits were a huge selling point, helping them to leave their competition behind despite constant efforts at forgery.

Sara pulled and tugged on the suit until her feet were legs and feet were being gently hugged by the tight garment. “Um, there seems to be a problem, I can’t find the arm holes?”

“They are internal.”

“You mean this is…”

“Yep, it’s the suit Angie designed for that special customer. I had her make one for you. She was surprisingly excited about the prospect and got this to me in record time.”

“Probably because we don’t have much call for armless suits,” Sara said. “Help me get this on.”

Gavin helped Sara slip her arms inside the suit and into the sleeves keeping her arms fixed at her sides. Gavin pulled her hair out of the snug collar and smoothed out the wrinkles. Standing before him now was a glossy white woman with no arms. “I’m surprised I get to keep my legs” Sara said sarcastically.

“Well I need you to step into the tub but after that I guess I can…”

Sara stepped into the tub, “No, no, I’ll be fine as is.”

“Please sit down I need to grab a couple of more things. Oh but first I need to apply this to your lips.” Gavin produced an oversized chap stick container.

“What, you don’t want me to talk?” Sara pouted.

“Well, you know, um…no.” Gavin laughed.

Sara stuck her tongue out at him before allowing him to spread the adhesive onto her lips. He pressed them together and made sure there were no gaps by holding her nose and listening for air getting past. Sara of course said many things some of which Gavin recognized but now were mostly indistinguishable grunts.

“Now, now this was your idea remember.” Gavin said as he patted the top of her head. “One more thing and your punishment will begin.” Gavin tied a thin piece of cord to her braid and then loosely tied that to a pipe on the back of the spa. “There now you can’t stand up but you can move your head right.”

Sara twisted her head from side to side and up and down but when she tried to lean forward more than a few inches the cord stopped her.

“Excellent now, sit tight and I’ll be right back.” Gavin left the room.

Sara bent her legs and tried to get push herself up but all but the smallest movements reminded her that her hair was tied to something on the back of the tub. Her hands were useless trapped inside the interior sleeves of the suit. The only silver lining was the tightness of the suit pulled all her remaining unsightly bulges back under control, though she doubted Gavin even noticed. Her thoughts were interrupted the sight of her husband pushing a mover’s dolly attached to which was a 50 gallon drum.

Gavin stopped near the spa tub and rolled the drum off the dolly. He released a ring around the top of the barrel and set the lid aside. Do to her lower position in the tub she could not see the contents of the drum but she knew whatever was inside was going to join her quite soon.

“I’m a big believer in the punishment fitting the crime, so in light of that,” Gavin dipped his finger into the drum and stuck it into his mouth. Sara saw it was covered with a viscous mud-like material. “You will be covered in some of the tastiest fudge I could find in bulk.”

Sara’s eyes popped out of her head.

“Normally fudge is so thick it won’t pour at all but this stuff has been sitting in the sun for a couple of hours so it should ooze around your body nicely. I suggest you bend your knees, this stuff will be heavy and I don’t want to stress your joints.”

Sara futilely squirmed around in the stainless steel tub in an attempt to dodge the thick chocolate as it slowly ran out of the barrel. Gavin labored under the weight of it as it slowly filled the tub. The thick fudge spread out across her body moving at a snails pace as it climbed her rib cage. By the time the fudge covered her chest the barrel was light enough for Gavin to lift it onto his shoulder.

Wiping sweat from his brow Gavin sat the barrel down. “There’s a bit left, but I don’t have a spatula big enough.” Gavin laughed.

Heavy and warm fudge covered Sara to her neck. It oozed in and around every part of her body and the little movements she could achieve only served to settle it around her. Worst of all, the aroma was overpowering. She wanted just a taste but her tongue was trapped behind her lips. It was maddening.

Gavin released her hair from the back of the tub. “I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere now.” Sara tried to raise her body by bending her waist but the weight of the confection prevent all large movements and with her hands trapped leverage was non-existent. She could only glare at the man who’s bright idea this was.

“Now don’t give me that look, you asked for this as I recall. You don’t want to know how much this stuff cost either.” Gavin looked at the barrel with a puzzled expression. “Not sure what I’m going to do with it afterwards. I mean the tub is clean and your body is clean so it is still sanitary and edible. Perhaps I’ll donate to a local food bank or soup kitchen…” Gavin sat down on the tub and thought about this while idly licking one of his fingers.

Sara could not believe this, surrounded by fudge but unable to taste a molecule of it. She tried to glare at her husband but he was paying her no attention at the moment. She tried to move around but even bending at the waist proved difficult and bending her knees was impossible.

“I almost forgot,” Gavin said suddenly and reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Angie and Nadine wanted to see what I came up with.”

Sara jerked her head back and forth and made as much noise as she could with her lips sealed. She would rather stay in the fudge for another day than have her friends see her like this.

Gavin put the phone to his ear and smiled at his wife. “It’s all part of the punishment. The more deterrent the better. You were doing so well too.”

Angie and Nadine arrived less than an hour later. They wore casual clothes which for Angie meant a green T-shirt dress that fell to her knees and was tight enough to show off her well maintained body. Nadine, though she looked great for being in her forties, opted for a not-so-tight, calf-length sundress made from a satin-like floral print. Sara remained still when they entered so as to not attract their attention but Gavin was quick to point out her predicament. “She’s right over here ladies. And I love that dress Nadine.”

Sara rolled her eyes, her husband always did have a thing for shiny materials. “Thank you Gavin.” Nadine stepped close to the tub. “A mud bath, I’m not sure that’s much of a consequence, I enjoy them whenever I get a chance at our local spa.”

Angie went to the opposite side of the tub and touched the content of the tub with her finger. “Your allergies must be acting up Nadine, can’t you smell that. Sara’s buried in fudge.” Angie stuck her finger in the tub and licked it off with relish.

“How appropriate,” Nadine said while brushing a few stray hairs out of Sara’s eyes. “I take it she can’t enjoy her bath water?”

“No, I’m afraid not. She enjoyed it earlier today remember.” Gavin said.

Angie laughed. “You are amazing, you always have such creative ideas.”

Nadine looked at Gavin and Angie with a puzzled expression. “You make it sound like you’ve done something like this before.”

Gavin looked from Nadine to Angie and then to Sara who smiled despite her predicament. “Well, uh, just before SMS became successful Angie did something to Sara and I and well we did something back.”

“Really,” Nadine smiled. “Do tell.”

Angie interrupted. “Do you mind if we enjoy a bit of fudge first before we reveal all the secrets of our past.”

“Sure but I better get some bowls, Sara is encased in an armless catsuit so the fudge can be eaten later, I was thinking of donating it.”

Angie laughed. “I bet you look delicious in that creation of mine. Though perhaps not as delicious as you do covered in fudge. That’s a tough choice.”

Sara wrinkled her nose at her friend and tried to shift her shoulders around to get more comfortable.

Gavin returned with bowls and spoons and the three of them scooped off of Sara. The surface of the fudge had cooled to a point where the holes created by their spoons remained. “I doubt I’ll ever taste fudge again without thinking of you Sara.” Nadine said.

Sara shook her head.

“Now Gavin, what was this you have to tell me about some creative thing you’ve done in the past.” Nadine asked.

Gavin sat on the edge of the tub and told the story of the kitty costumes and the barrel near the highway. Angie interjected from time to time adding her particular point of view and Nadine sat in stunned silence. “Wow, I thought getting you in that playing card costume was unique but I see it wasn’t.”

“It was unique, just not shocking.” Gavin said.

Nadine turned to Angie. “So do you exceed the speed limit on that highway ever?”

Angie smiled. “It’s been two years and I still drive under the limit.”

They all three laughed and even Sara managed a smile. “So what’s next for Sara?” Angie asked.

“Well, she get’s to clean up.” Sara’s eyes got big and Angie and Nadine laughed. “Well that’s our cue to leave. Have fun, Sara.” Nadine kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah, have fun Sara.” Angie said as she rubbed smeared fudge onto Sara’s lips with one of her fingers.

Gavin returned from showing Angie and Nadine out and began to use a large bowl to scoop the fudge back into the barrel. He then pulled Sara to her feet when the tub was half empty. Using his hands he removed any excess and wrapped his armless wife in a large sheet and carried her across the room to a bathroom. He placed her in the shower and washed off the suit before helping her out of it.

Once her arms were free Gavin stepped out of the shower. “I’ll free your lips once all the fudge is gone from here and in and around the spa tub. Just scoop as much as you can into the barrel and I’ll get you some towels to clean up the rest. Once the place is spotless I’ll free your lips and it will all be over. See you later.”

Sara growled at the thought of the work ahead of her but she was always very efficient and knew it would not take long. She started by cleaning the catsuit and then the shower before moving onto the spa tub. She redressed in her white satin robe once the spa was clean. Gavin appeared just as she was finishing up.

“Ah I see you’re about finished.” Gavin took a long look around inspecting every nook and cranny. “You didn’t hide any of this wonderful fudge hoping you could sneak down later for a snack did you?”

Sara was shocked and rapidly shook her head.

“Alright then, let me seal up this barrel and then I’ll help you out.” Gavin put the lid on the barrel and sealed it. He then used the dolly and took it outside.

Sara filled the spa tub with water and relaxed in the warm swirling water while she waited for her husband to return.

“So what do you think of my consequence?” Gavin asked as he applied the glue remover to his wife’s lips.

“Quite the experience, I will probably never look at fudge again in the same way.”

“Do you think you’ll make your weight loss goals?”

“I doubt fudge is on my menu for the foreseeable future.” Sara smiled.

Chapter 7 - Product Testing

He pushed his chair back and propped his feet up, trying to think of something. “Ah ha, this should do it.” He immediately positioned himself back over the keyboard and managed to type a few characters before the phone rang. “Crap! Stupid phone.” He picked up the receiver. “Hello.”

“Gavin, can you come to my office, I want to show you something.” Gavin’s wife asked.

“Sure Sara, just a second.” Gavin wrote a few words on a notepad to remind him where he was before heading out the door and down the hall to the corner office. Inside Sara sat behind her desk staring at a computer screen. Normally the remainder of the office contained only a book shelf and a couple of chairs but today the chairs were covered with various boxes and cards that looked to have been delivered. “Whoa, you have a secret admirer?” Gavin said indicating the chairs.

“No, that is Nadine and Angie trying to get me to fail again on my diet.”

“You’re still doing that? You look fantastic, you can’t still weigh more than you did three years ago?”

“Thanks, and yes I have reached my ideal weight, but I was thinking my friends could stand to be taken down a notch or two.”

Gavin smiled. “I’m sure I could come up with something…”

“Actually,” Sara interrupted. “I have something in mind, take a look at this.” Sara pointed to her computer screen.

Gavin stepped around her desk and knelt beside her chair to get a look at the image on the monitor. It was the program used by the design department to tell the molding machines how to construct the various garments. Rotating in the center was what appeared to be half of a fish. “A mermaid’s tail?”

“Yes, it has been requested on multiple occasions.” Sara explained.

“Not exactly a unique product. Doesn’t every costume shop under the sun sell those?”

“Yes, but we will add the SMS flare, which in this case allows for multiple configurations including, full body variants, and the ever popular extended wear option.”

“Extended wear? How do you do that with a mermaid tail?” Gavin asked.

“As I understand it there is a sort of panty or cod piece if your a man that is built into the suit. It somehow captures liquid waste and channels it out of the body through a hole in the rear of the suit.

“Gross, that’s got to ruin the look.”

“It’s cleverly hidden and the suit fits so tight around the legs and hips it becomes feasible, though I’m not sure how they are going to do solid waste. One of the designers says he has a solution but it needs testing.”

“Interesting, if it fits that tight I wonder how they maintain the illusion of being legless?”

Sara shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’ve got them making four prototypes for our trip this weekend.”

“Trip?”

“Yep, I’ve rented a yacht in the Bahamas and we’ll be taking Angie and Nadine.”

“You want me to wear a mermaid tail?”

“Don’t worry, your’s is a dark blue color and designed for a man.”

Gavin relaxed a little. “How does this take Angie and Nadine down a notch, to use your words?”

“That brings me to our next product I’m testing.” Sara went to detail her plans and by the end Gavin could not help himself but laugh. “You’re taking a page from my book.”

The air was warm and the sun bright, a beautiful Caribbean day. Gavin watched the dolphins frolicking in the wake of the yacht as the land disappeared behind them. Angie and Nadine were lounging at the front of the boat each wearing a bikini, Nadine’s in black with fuller cut bottom and Angie’s in bright green with a more daring thong bottom. Sara knew how to keep her husband’s eyes on his wife. She wore a bright purple one piece that shined like it had been dipped in oil. He had to hand it to her, she knew how to draw his attention despite the yards of exposed flesh her friends were displaying.

“Where are we going?” Angie asked.

“There’s a small island about thirty miles out that has a great beach and is perfect for trying out the tails since it is has a wide shallow bay. We’ll anchor in deeper water, put on the tails, and swim to the beach. It would be next to impossible to get back in the boat while wearing the tails, and they are supposedly hard to get off in the water, so we’ll do that on the island.”

“Can we see them?” Nadine asked.

“Sure, Gavin can get them while I steer the boat.”

Gavin descended into the cabin of the boat and returned with four translucent plastic garment bags. The yellow one was given to Nadine, green to Angie, and the purple and dark blue were for Sara and himself. Angie opened hers quickly. “Wow they have a bit of weight to them, don’t they?”

Gavin nodded, “Yeah they are surprisingly heavy.”

“The fin piece is a solid material to hide the feet, that’s why they are so heavy.” Sara yelled down from the helm.

Angie and Nadine held the tails against their bodies, “They are really long. I didn’t expect the tail fin to go so far past my feet.”

“Again to make it look more real,” Sara said.

Gavin moved to the starboard side to watch the water. He turned around quickly when Nadine yelled, “What the hell is this.” She was holding the mermaid tail open at the waist and gazing inside.

Gavin smiled.

“It’s the extended wear option we are testing today, Nadine. It’s what makes SMS designs special and valuable, but they have to work and hence they have to be tested.”

“Why us?” Nadine asked.

Angie opened her’s up and glanced inside but only managed to giggle, a fact which made Nadine blush. “What’s the big deal, at least it’s not a catheter.”

Nadine swiveled around and glared at Angie, “But it’s a…”, she hesitated searching for the words, “an insert, nonetheless.”

Sara laughed at Nadine’s naivet?, “How else would you make it work? The integrated latex polymer panty contains a membrane which bisects the female vulva ensuring that all liquid waste is channeled towards the rear where it intersects a larger tube inserted in the rectum to expel solid waste.” Sara quoted holding up a sheet of paper.

Nadine blushed even more furiously.

“Gavin’s works slightly different though.” Sara laughed. “Why don’t you get started and I’ll send Gavin down below until you are ready. There should be some lube in bags.”

Gavin was surprised by Nadine, he assumed because she was older she would be more experienced with these types of things, especially since she owned a costume shop for so many years. He shrugged his shoulders and went down the steps into the cabin to give the ladies some privacy. Several minutes later the yacht’s engine stopped and Sara descended into the cabin. “Man do you look good in that suit.”

Sara ran her hands over her breasts and down over her hips. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Purple is definitely your color.”

“They say it looks good on us blondes, just wait till you see me in my tail.”

“I can’t wait.” Gavin said running his hands over his wife’s body.

Sara sighed at her husband’s touch. “By the way, our tails don’t happen to have the extended wear options. Don’t mention that to Angie or Nadine.”

Gavin smiled, “I thought you might have intended that to be a treat for those two. What other surprises do you have in store for them?”

Sara smiled devilishly. “You’ll see soon enough. Help me with my tail.” Sara stripped out of her one piece suit and donned a purple bikini top.

Gavin pulled the shiny purple tail from the plastic bag and held it up to his wife. Sara covered her body from the waist down with a lubricant and placed her feet inside, pushing them into the bottom. Gavin then helped pull the suit up her hips which proved to be a challenge. The costume was extremely tight and it had to be stretched in order to have enough length to get over her hips. The result was perfectly outlined legs and hips which tapered down to a long flexible tail fin. Each of Sara’s legs were still distinctly visible down to her knees where thicker rubber blended them into a single limb, then flaring widely into a delicate fin.

“Oh this feels sexy.” Sara said as she felt the rubber bisecting the halves of her bottom. “No wonder the extended where option is possible, I feel naked almost.” A narrow fin was molded onto the back of the tail beginning from just above the cleft of her shapely butt all the way down to the knees. This fin seemed to serve as a way to protect the wearers modesty. “I bet you this is how the designers hid the exit hole, if you know what I mean.” Sara said.

Forced into sitting on the bed, Sara helped Gavin with his as much as she could. Gavin soon discovered the tail forced his toes into a fixed en pointe’ position, and therefore any land movement would have to be done by dragging his body with his hands. His tail was equally tight and getting it pulled over his waist was a test of strength.

Gavin’s lack of hips meant that the tail sat lower on his waist a fact the his wife noticed. “Oh, I like that look on you.” Sara said rubbing her hands across his skin just below his belly button and just above the dark blue tail.

“You look fantastic yourself, shall we haul ourselves up these steps and see how the other two have made out.”

“They were nearly finished before I stopped the boat so they should be ready by now.”

Sara and Gavin used their hands to swing their knees forward in a seal like fashion to get up the stairs and onto the foredeck where Angie and Nadine were basking in the tropical sun. The yellow tail looked great with Nadine’s dark hair, and as always the flame haired Angie looked great in green. “I can’t wait to try these out.” Angie said when Gavin and Sara approached.

“First of all,” Sara stated formally, “we have to go over some safety tips. Swimming with tail is nothing like swimming with both your legs so keep an eye on each other and if your struggling just float on your back at the surface. Ok?”

Everyone nodded.

“Alright then let’s give this a shot. Gavin you go first since your a big strong man and all.” Sara smiled.

Gavin opened a door on the side of the boat and swung his new tail over the side then pushed himself away from the boat and landed in the water with a splash. Swimming truly was different. He found treading water to be impossible so he laid back on his back and floated. Sara chucked a bag of snorkeling gear over the side which Gavin caught. Then three successive splashes later and everyone was swimming. Much to Gavin’s visual delight Nadine lost her matching yellow bikini top when she entered the water at an odd angle. Angie had to help her put it back on.

“Ah, Nadine, yelled. I can feel water going inside me back there.”

Angie smiled sensuously. “Yeah me too. Feels kind of good.”

Gavin and Sara faked understanding. “That’s how it works, cleans you out.”

The quartet spent a few minutes getting used to the tails then they snorkeled for a while, having a good time in the ocean. They weren’t used to swimming with a tail so exhaustion set in quicker than usual and the four were soon swimming for the white sand beach and shallow bay of the island.

Gavin reached the beach first and seal crawled his way onto the beach where he flopped over on his back to take a few minutes rest. “I guess I better swim back and get some lunch for us.” Gavin said when the three girls had made the beach. They all looked pretty inviting laying there on their backs with their tails still in the water.

“Yeah, and bring back my swimsuit since I’ll not be wearing this all day.” Sara said.

Angie shrugged. “I don’t know, I kind of like sporting a fish tail, it’s exotic.”

Sara laughed. “That’s good Angie, because you need to test the extended wear functions. Beside you can’t take your tails off anyway.”

“Why not?” Angie said.

“Because they are stuck on you. Both of you.” Sara said looking over her shoulder.

“Stuck!” Yelled Nadine.

“Yes, it is a new product that adheres our latex polymers to skin. Please try and get them off, it needs a good field test.” Sara smiled.

The two girls pushed and pulled on their mermaid tails with all their strength but there was no movement. “How is this possible?” Angie said. “I didn’t see any glue.”

“It’s a treatment applied to the latex before you put it on and it dries to near invisibility.”

Nadine squawked. “So this thing is stuck in my…posterior?”

Sara laughed harder at Nadine’s discomfort with references to her private areas. “Oh no, I didn’t put the compound there, I’m not sadistic.”

“Why us?” Nadine continued.

“Let me see,” Sara tapped a finger against her lips. “Where did all those wonderfully tempting chocolates and candies come from that were decorating the chairs of my office?”

Nadine blushed again, and Angie giggled.

“I figure you two deserved a bit of discomfort after trying to get me to fail my diet.”

“But you looked so delicious sitting up to your neck in chocolate fudge I wanted to see what Gavin would come up with next.” Angie falsely pouted.

Nadine continued to try and get her tail off, she found a piece of smooth driftwood and was attempting to pry the latex from her skin, to no avail. “How long does this stuff last?”

“As far as I know, until the remover is applied.”

“This was Gavin’s idea wasn’t it.” Nadine accused.

“Leave me out of it, I can’t take credit for such a fantastic idea.” Gavin pushed the waistband his tail down a bit to make sure it was not stuck as well. “I’ll be right back with some lunch.”

“Don’t forget my swimsuit,” Sara said over her shoulder.

Gavin pulled himself toward the water grateful to be away from the angry women especially since he was having a hard time suppressing his laughter. While in the shallows he struggled out of the mermaid tail realizing early that getting back into the boat via the ladder would be extremely difficult if not impossible with the tail. He would have to come up with something to help Nadine and Angie.

By the time Gavin reached the beach again Sara was out of her tail and keeping her distance from the angry girls who struggled to grab her. “They almost had me before I got my tail off.” Sara said while Gavin watched his wife darting around the beach wearing only a bikini top.

Gavin tossed her suit to her and watched as she quickly pulled the one piece over her shoulder not bothering to take off the bikini. “Are you ladies going to eat or just be mad at Sara all day. If I know my wife, she doesn’t even have the solvent on the boat.”

Nadine and Angie paused their struggles and looked from Gavin to Sara. “You do have the solvent, don’t you.”

“I have it, but I don’t remember where…” Sara said while tapping her index finger against her cheek.

Angie snarled at Sara’s secretive response. “Let’s eat and get back home.”

The food was laid out on some rocks near the beach. A simple and delicious lunch that left no one desiring more. The weather was perfect and the ocean beautiful. Sara and Gavin could not keep there hands off each other. “You two fishes go out in the water, I need to fulfill my marital obligations here on the soft sand.” Gavin said while pawing at his wife.

Nadine shook her head and quickly seal dragged her yellow covered legs toward the water obviously not wanting to be near the erotically engaged couple. Angie however, was not so quick to leave. Sara lifted her eyes from nibbling Gavin’s neck to see her watching. “Do you mind, Angie?”

Angie smiled and slowly followed Nadine. “Have fun kids.”

Nadine and Angie swam in the shallows, basked in the sun, and of course spent every syllable of their voices planning devious revenge on Sara and Gavin. After an hour or so, Gavin and Sara returned. “Let’s get back to the boat.”

The journey was easier since Gavin and Sara only had to carry their tails and were able to help Angie and Nadine. They arrived at the boat without incident. “How are we supposed to get up into the boat, I can’t manage the ladder.”

“Yeah, I know.” Gavin said. “I have something that should work.” Gavin ran below and grabbed several feet of heavy rope and ran to the front of the boat where the anchor bracket extended out over the water to prevent it from banging into the side. There he tied a rope through a pulley and tied a slip knot into the rope before tossing it down to Angie and Nadine. “Put the knot around the end of your tail.”

“No way, I’ll just hold on to it.” Nadine protested.

“Sorry ladies, I want to test the strength of the suit, this is a perfect real world test.” Sara explained.

“But…” Nadine began.

“No buts, just do it.” Sara responded sternly.

Nadine did as instructed and soon Gavin hauled out of the water by the tail. Her bikini top was never designed to be supportive upside down and her breasts fell out forcing her to grab them with both arms to maintain her modesty. She swayed back and forth in as the boat rocked on the water. “Hey help me up.” She could not grab for anything or else show the world her chest. “This is not funny.”

No one was laughing. Gavin quickly tied off the rope while Sara snapped picture after picture.

Gaving tossed a second rope down toward Angie. “You’re not going to let me in the boat until I do, are you?” Angie said holding the rope.

Sara shook her head.

“Fine let’s get this over with.” Seconds later, Angie swept out of the ocean and gently swayed back and forth in her bright green tail beside Nadine, except she didn’t bother to hide her displayed bosom.

Sara continued to snapp photo after photo from every possible angle of the helpless women. “There now, we have extremely compelling evidence of the strength of the products, both the tail and the compound that is holding it to your body.”

“Wonderful, can you let us in the boat now.”

“Gavin,” Sara looked back at her husband.

Gavin smiled, started the engine and slowly turned the boat for home over the screaming protests of the two mermaids dangling from the front of the boat.

A few miles before they reached port, Gavin and Sara helped their scowling friends into the boat. Sara gave each girl a small container of white cream which they had to slowly work between the suit and their skin to break the bond. Gavin smiled as his wife stood beside him while he steered the boat. “Do you suppose they’ll attempt to get us back?”

Gavin shrugged. “I don’t doubt it.”

Chapter 8 - “I Hate Pink”

Gavin sat beside his wife staring at the computer screen having trouble believing what he was seeing. “Wow, I think they even used the art from our brochure, albeit cleverly photo-shopped.”

“I know,” Sara exclaimed, gesticulating wildly as she always did when upset. “I can’t believe the nerve, did they think we wouldn’t notice?”

Gavin shrugged. Again watching the images of their signature creation, The Mannequin Suit, scroll across the computer screen. The only problem was that this suit was being sold by another company, a competitor.

“They usually just sell those cheap Halloween costumes and suddenly this appears, do you think we have a spy here in the company?” Sara asked nervously.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, we may need to sick our lawyers on them but why don’t we find out if they are a real threat first, it could be just a plain old latex catsuit they are selling using our images to drum up business. I don’t see how they could make our suit and sell it for that price.”

“You’re right, go on over to their outlet in town and buy one. We’ll have a look at it.” Sara said flatly.

“Me, why me?”

“You are the only male that I would trust to do it.”

“So send Angie or Nadine.”

“Think, Gavin, this suit is designed to allow men to appear as women just like our suit. It has to be a man. It has to be you.”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go buy it.”

“If they ask you to try it on, you better do it so they don’t get suspicious.” Sara suggested.

“Come on now, I don’t have to put it on.”

“Yes you probably should, that way you can interrogate the employee about its features and such.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Gavin pulled his car in front of the small shop and dropped two or three quarters into the parking meter. He quickly assessed that the shop was no real competitive threat based on the wares displayed in front window, mostly rubber masks and costumes not designed to last much longer than Halloween night. A bell over the door rang as he pushed open the door. A young woman with short cropped dark hair wearing a faded blue, fitted T-shirt and blue jeans looked up from her place behind the cash register. “Hello.”

“Hey,” Gavin responded his gaze sweeping the product racks.

“Let me know if you need anything. My name is Jane.”

Gavin nodded and moved toward a small display in the middle of the store. There he found what he was looking for. A sign showed the same images from the website and below that in 12 inch square boxes were what this store called the ‘Transformation’. Gavin picked up a box and looked through the cellophane window on the side. It was a kit that contained the suit and several other accessories. There was a choice of three different costumes, kitten, fairy, or just a woman. The price was steep, but much cheaper than the SMS Creations version, which was probably why they could sell them instead of renting.

Gavin heard footsteps behind him. “I’m afraid we only have a few left, the kitten, and the only color available is pink.” Jane offered.

Gavin glanced down at the other boxes and noticed small fluorescent stickers on them marked ‘Sold’. With an inaudible groan Gavin smiled. “That’s perfect I was thinking of going pink anyway.”

“Do you want to try it on first, it’s really helpful if I show you how it works.”

Without showing his displeasure Gavin shrugged. “If you think it’s best.”

“Ok, go into the changing room and pull the pink latex suit up to your waist, there is some talc in the box if you need it. You’ll need help with the rest.”

Gavin stepped into the changing room and opened the box. When his fingers lifted the pink catsuit from the box he knew that the suit was far inferior. It was much too light. A quick inspection revealed that the interlocking corset mechanism used on the SMS suit was missing. Also this suit had a long ziplock type fastener running the full length of the back where as SMS used a super elastic opening. The breasts on this suit were not at all integrated into the construction of the suit but instead hung as two deflated bladders on the inside, Gavin could not imagine how it would even work. A quick check at the waistline of the suit proved that there was nothing at all to shape the hips and thighs. Overall this was no competition for the SMS Creations product line.

Gavin thought about walking out right then, having satisfied himself that the suit would provide zero competition but decided that there may be an outside chance that he missed something so he stripped off his clothes used some talc on his legs and pulled the suit on until he was as modest as the thin latex would allow. He gave a shout through the curtain and Jane soon appeared.

“Alright let me help with this next part since the breast bladders have to positioned right to work.” Jane guided Gavin’s arms into the long pink sleeves and as she slowly closed the zipper she continually reached inside the suit to pull the bladders up so they were approximately at the correct height for breasts. “Ok, now for the corset.”

“Corset?” Gavin said.

Jane pulled a stiff garment of matching pink leather out of the box. “We use the corset to protect the latex and to provide a place for the breast to inflate into, you’ll see.” Jane wrapped the garment around his waist and pulled the strings tighter and tighter. “That will do for now.” Jane smoothed the latex out around the breasts and pulled out an object from the box that looked like a bicycle pump. “I’m going to fill this with water, be back in a second.”

Gavin felt the rigid leather covering his torso and shook his head. “Completely ruins the look.” He whispered.

“What was that?” Jane said returning.

“Oh nothing, just said I’ll probably need a book.” Gavin lied.

“Don’t worry, there are complete instruction inside.’ Jane connected a blunt needle to the faux nipple of the suit after pulling down the cups of the corset. She slowly began to inflate the bladder. “This takes a while.” After several minutes she removed the needle and repeated the process with the other breast. “When you want to drain it, you just unscrew the needle from the pump and insert it into the valve hidden in the nipples and it will drain.” Jane pulled the cups of the corset up to cover the nipples/valves. “Let me tighten the corset a tad more to keep everything secure. Could you raise your arms.”

Gavin felt the garment squeeze him a bit more. A quick glance in the mirror revealed a shapely silhouette but any deliberate inspection would expose the truth of the breasts. Jane reached into box and pulled out two sock looking things. “These are your paws. They are also made of leather since the latex would be to fragile.”

Gavin held back a smirk knowing that the paws of the catsuits at SMS were nigh indestructible and made of latex or at least latex like. Jane pulled the fingerless gloves onto his hands and used some lacing to tie them onto his wrists. The paw’s design had much to be desired since they were little more than mittens with a few paw-like markings drawn on them. “You’ll have to have help to get these on so you may want to save this step till last.”

Gavin nodded realizing that he was fast becoming helpless. Jane, though, was nothing but professional. “We don’t have accessories for your feet but we recommend some high heels, do you have pink or white heels in your size at home?”

Gavin genuinely laughed.

“Of course, you never know though, so I had to ask. Let me guess, a size 10.”

“Actually I’m a 9.” Gavin corrected.

“Then you’ll be a size 10 or so in women’s shoes, approximately.” Jane stepped out and returned moments later carrying a shoe box. “Have a seat.”

Gavin tried to sit but the stiff corset made it difficult. “Ugh, it’s hard to sit.”

“Keep your back straight and bend your knees.” Jane instructed while holding Gavin’s arms. “There you go.”

Jane pulled out a pink pump with a double ankle strap. “You won’t be able to get these off on your own so…”

“Right, I’ll have help.”

“I picked a three inch heel since you haven’t worn heels before, still sexy but easier to walk in.”

Gavin didn’t disagree but figured the feet of the SMS creations cat costume were worse than any high heel.

Jane finished buckling the shoes on to his feet and then helped him to stand “Ok, the last part of the costume is the hood. I’ll warn you though, it is really hard to speak with it on, but its important we make sure it fits.”

“Ok,” responded while trying to maintain his balance.

Jane pulled the pink latex hood out of the box. It was made of the same material as the suit with a cat-like face that was painted on and two small triangles for ears. The unique muzzle of the SMS version as well as the ability to speak and eat if necessary made this one seem silly by comparison. Jane stretched the pink material over his head being careful to position the two small hole just below his nose and the larger holes over his eyes. She pulled down another zipper locking his jaw in the closed position. Gavin could do little more that purr.

“Great, take a look in the mirror.” Jane suggested.

Gavin looked over his body and was not really impressed, the leather contrasted sharply with the shiny latex ruining the smooth lines. His hips were way to narrow and made the breasts seem large and out of proportion.

“To complete the look we recommend a white or pink dress to protect the suit and hide the corset it will also make the bust look a bit more authentic. If you use one with a petticoat or bustle your waist will also look better. Do you have something like that at home?”

Gavin shook his head. “Ok, let me see what I can find.”

Gavin wanted to say it wasn’t necessary but could not. A few minutes later Jane returned with a short pink dress that had a short skirt. She also had a mannequin head in her other hand with a bright pink wig. “Let’s try this one. It has a short petticoat and looks kind of like a French Maid’s dress but in pink.”

Gavin stepped into the unzipped opening of the dress and Jane guided his hands into the short puffy sleeves. She then tried to zip up the back but was having some trouble. “Your waist is just a fraction too large, let me tighten your corset a bit more.”

Gavin could not protest and soon had to take shallower breaths due to the constriction. Jane zipped up the dress easily. She then pulled a white petticoat up his legs and tied it around his waist smoothing the outer pink dress over the top. “There we go that looks a lot better. You like like a pink kitty french maid, quite a looker.”

Gavin had to admit that covering the catsuit did help the look but he wondered what was the point of the catsuit. Jane took the wig off the mannequin head and placed it on his latex covered head arranging it so the ears still poked through. “There that will hide the zippers of both the hood and the catsuit. What do you think? Will that work?”

Gavin nodded.

“If it’s acceptable with you, why don’t you walk around a bit and make sure everything feels good while I go swipe your credit card. "

Again Gavin nodded while Jane pulled his wallet from his pants pocket.

“I’ll help you out when I get back. I hope your card clears.” Jane laughed and walked away.

Gavin was anxious to be out of the store but made a show of walking around. It was taking longer than he expected but finally Jane came back. “Let me see if anything is pulling or broken.”

Jane lifted his hair and spent several moments examining the zipper and running her fingers underneath the hood of the costume. She was still doing this when a second woman entered the changing area. She was older and no less pretty but her stern expression ruined much of her good looks. She wore a knee length pencil skirt and fitted jacket with a white satin blouse underneath. “Hello Gavin, we seem to have a problem.”

Gavin was not too worried about the woman knowing his name since it was on his credit card but a cold ache filled his body anyway.

“You are from SMS Creations checking out your competition.” The woman smiled while holding up a business card he kept in his wallet for emergencies.

If there was an inch of skin exposed it would have been sweating, and the inside of the suit did start to become damp.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the woman laughed. “But to show I’m not a completely horrible person I’ll give you your wallet and keys but I’m afraid we can’t wait for you to change into your clothes.” The woman placed Gavin’s wallet and keys into a small pink purse, zipped it closed, and placed the strap across his neck and shoulder. “Now get out.”

Gavin froze, unwilling to go out onto the busy city streets. The woman looked at Jane and they suddenly grabbed his trapped hands and pulled him out of the changing room toward the front door. With his feet trapped in the high heels Gavin could not get traction on the tile floor. The women had no trouble pushing him outside. “Thanks for your business.” The older woman laughed.

Gavin turned around and pleaded with his eyes for mercy but the woman just walked away. The pedestrians were crowding around him pointing and laughing. Gavin pushed through them toward his car, just as it was being towed away. It took several minutes for the horror of the events to push through his mind. He was trapped on the streets of the city with no way to communicate and no way to get anywhere except by walking. Everyone within 100 yards was staring at him. Gavin walked away as fast as his high heeled feet would let him.

Gavin considered hailing a cab but he could not get his wallet out of his zipped purse and he had no way to tell the cab driver where to go. He had very little choice, he had a long walk ahead of him. It was seven miles back to the office.

The first mile was the most embarrassing since it was through the middle of the shopping district. Men and women stared at him as he walked by, some took pictures, others scowled, the children just laughed. Gavin tried to cover himself with a trash back but could not grip it with his useless hands.

Once away from the shopping district Gavin had a long trek through a large park. There were fewer people but Gavin’s feet and ankles were killing him and the inside of the suit was coated in sweat, had it been a warmer day, it is unlikely he would be able to make it. He was surprised how few people offered to help him, once they realized he could not speak most walked away saying ‘Pervert’ or ‘Idiot’ under their breath.

“Can I help you out.” A middle aged woman asked who was jogging in the park.

Gavin nodded vigorously.

“You can’t talk?” She was still breathing heavily from her jog and her dark blue running outfit clung to her body.

Gavin shook his head and pointed to the back of his neck. The woman stepped behind him and move the hair out of the way. “I see two zippers back here but they are stuck, some kind of glue or something seems to have jammed them. Let me see if I can find your name in your purse.”

The woman unzipped the purse and pulled out a small scrap of paper that Gavin had not seen before. The woman read it quietly and then folded it and placed it back in the purse. “Let me see your hands there. The woman untied the laces holding the leather cat paws that trapped his hands. Gavin was starting to sigh in relief which was short lived when suddenly she yanked his hands behind his back and retied the laces to each other. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Gavin tried to pull away but he was so unsteady on the heels he fell onto the grass on his knees. The woman finished tying his hands together behind his back with the laces and jogged away.

Gavin struggled to his feet wondering what was written on the letter. No matter what, Gavin would have to avoid getting help or his situation might only get worse.

The sun started to get low in the sky, and Gavin realized he would never make it back to the company before closing time. He just had to hope he could find somebody there.

The worst moment came when he was surrounded by a bunch of teenagers just as the sun went down. He was probably a mile or so from his destination when they appeared. “Here she it, I told you so.” A short kid said.

“Hey why don’t you stop and play with us.” An older one said standing right in Gavin’s path.

Knowing the situation would get ugly fast Gavin kicked the kid as hard as he could in the groin. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over onto his side clutching his crotch. None of the others got near him and Gavin was able to walk by.

The police were no where to be seen during Gavin’s entire humiliating walk. Had he been driving his sports car he would encounter several but now they were strangely absent. He did not know what the police would do if they dis see him though, luckily the empty parking lot of SMS Creations came into view before he had to find out. The front door was still open but no one was sitting in the receptionist’s chair.

A few moments later the clicking of high heels announced the arrival of another woman. Gavin recognized her as the receptionist. “Who the hell are you. What are you doing dressed like that? Is this some kind of joke.”

Gavin shook his head vigorously and tried to get the purse to swing around to the front. “You want me to look in your purse.”

Gavin nodded his head and hoped that she would find his wallet. The woman opened the zipper and withdrew the folded slip of paper. Gavin shook his head vigorously. “If what this says is true, you deserve everything you’ve got.” The receptionist said and she pulled out his wallet. She pulled out his drivers license. “Gavin, is that you?”

Gavin nodded as vigorously as his neck would allow.

“Stay here I’ll go get help.”

Moments later Angie, Nadine, and Gavin’s wife, Sara, surrounded him. Sara cut the laces on the leather paws and then unzipped the dress letting it fall to the floor. The scissors worked equally well on the corset laces and the thin latex of the catsuit. It minutes Gavin was resting in Sara’s office wearing her extra workout clothes she kept there.

Angie inspected the remains of the catsuit. “Amateur.”

Nadine was rubbing one of Gavin’s feet and Sara the other. “Sorry I put you through that.”

“Yeah, no kidding, you should definitely sick the lawyers on them.” Gavin said.

“Well, I don’t know.” Nadine said drawing all eyes toward her. “We were caught spying, so we may have a counter suit on our hands. Maybe we should just call it even. They really aren’t legitimate competition.”

“What was on that piece of paper that bitch stuck in the purse.” Gavin asked.

Nadine and Angie looked at each other, “In essence she called you a peeping-tom.” Sara answered.

“That’s it.” Gavin said incredulously, “I thought the woman in the park was going to punch me.”

“At a junior high school.” Sara finished.

The room was silent for several minutes.

“I hate pink.” Gavin said finally.

All three woman laughed uproariously.