This work follows Michelle and her obsession with encasing herself in layers of plastic and often having self-bondage sessions, including severe breath play.
Slimsuit by Querthe
Her mother was gone to the office after the lunch just five minute before. She had all the time to relax and enjoy her little secret. Michelle was a slim, very attractive blonde, 24 years old, her body well done, not perfect, but enough to turn some boys head at the local university.
She makes her hair in a ponytail and went to her bedroom, smiling thinking to her secret, well hidden in a cardboard box under her bed. The thought made her wet, and she became to touch herself slowly, gently with one hand, the other occupied to take the box from under the bed.
“Stop play, or mom will be back before you finish!” she said.
She undressed, throwing the sweater, the t-shirt and the jeans on the floor. She stood almost naked, just her black lace panties, already wet for the excitation, and her black lace bra.
The box was waiting. Michelle open it, finding her secret: a plastic suit, some bags, cling film and a roll of grey duct tape. She found that the plastic was a powerful aphrodisiac for her, and the idea to be sealed inside that material push her to orgasm only by the thought the first time she tried to use plastic bag over her head. It was some time she used all the occasions to dress her up to her desires, and that was one of the occasion.
She started putting on the trousers, made as the rest of the outfit of clear PVC. She sealed the opening of the trousers at feet and waist using some cling film and duct tape, paying attention to tightening enough the film and the tape to the point to feel it a little uncomfortable. She was sealed under clear plastic from toe to waist. She toke a small plastic bag and used it as a sock, surrounding her left foot and sealing it another time inside the plastic, using the tape to hold the bag in place. Quickly she did the same to the other foot.
Sweat begun already to form inside her waterproof skin, and it was one of the most erotic sensations she knew, not the best, but quite…
She toke the upper part of the suit, a long sleeved shirt with a high neck. She slipped her body and arms inside the plastic garment, and wasted some minute to massage her breast and her cunt moaning softly.
“Not yet, Michelle, not yet!”
Grabbing another time the roll of clear plastic film, she used it to produce a corset like item all around her waist, from hips to breast, restricting her breath a little. Over the film she used the tape, slimming her waist and restricting a lot her lungs capacity. She was breathing with small, continuous gulps, a little erotic headache was raising. Some more plastic film and tape went around her wrists and neck, sealing all her body except the face inside the already sticky for perspiration material.
Two small bag went over her hands and were fixed with the tape to produce mittens with the thumb separated, so she could, also if with some difficulty, grab things and do quite all she could do with her hand free.
Now fully encased, she started to do homework and housework, enjoying the filmy smoothness of her garments and the tingling wetness at her crotch.
She lost the sense of time, and slowly the afternoon gone away. Suddenly the door bell rang.
“Oh my…” she gasped remembering the date with her boyfriend John. “I forget completely the appointment! I can’t free myself from my suit…”
Quickly she dressed herself with the sweater and the jeans, now very large over her slender and corseted waist, and she opened the door, trying to act as normal.
“Hi, Michelle. How are… What the hell is happened to your hands?” he asked, looking at her plastified mittened hands.
She closed the door and sat on a chair near the table in the living room.
“It’s a long story…” she said
“I have the time to hear it.”
She sat dumb as a statue, her sweaty hands on the table. Suddenly she stand up and tore off the sweater, revealing her plastic torso.
“This is the way I love to dress!” she cried, tears running on her cheeks. “I’m sure now you want to leave…”
John wrapped his arms around her torso, savoring the sweet and warm plastic under his skin.
“Silly girl!” he said smiling. “Why I have to leave? I love you, not how you are dressed. If you like to be sealed in plastic, well, for me it’s okay…”
She looked at him.
“You are not joking?”
“Never be more serious in my life… Just I was thinking you are not complete…”
“What do you mean?”
“Your body is completely sealed, but you aren’t!”
“Do you mean also my head need to be covered?”
He nodded and grabbed a large clear plastic bag she forgot on the sofa, and slowly enclosed her head watching her breath going in and out, fogging after a while the plastic. She was smiling, feeling a new sensation when her lungs started to require more air, and her breath becoming more and more rapid.
“Wait!” she said, freeing her heard and disappearing in her bedroom.
He watched and gasped for the emotion when she reappeared completely undressed, or better completely dressed in plastic, from head to toe. Her beautiful face was sealed under a small and clear bag, airtight thanking to a thin rubber band. While she arrived in her boyfriend arms her breath pace increased a little as her arousal.
“Could you please fix that loose seal?” she asked showing a roll of duct tape and indicating the rubber band.
“I will do!”
He wrapped two or three feet of tape around her neck, sealing her air inside the bag, then she sat in the sofa, John near his girlfriend, and he stated to lick her breasts and kiss her lips when she inhaled, gluing the plastic to her face.
“You are beautiful…”
“Thank… gasp…you!” she smiled, her face a little red, her breath faster and faster as the oxygen went away from her lungs.
“We have to start see us always in this attire…”
“I… gasp…agree… pant… but you can… free… choke… me?”
“Why?” he asked seriously. “You are so beautiful and protected, why I have to unseal you?”
She tried to grab the tape with her mittened hands, but the plastic slipped over the plastic and the tape.
“Please…”
He watched her, then started to kiss her breasts while his hand started to play with her plastified pussy, wet under the plastic and the panties.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations. The lack of the air, the smoothness of her beloved plastic all over her body, the warm kisses of her boyfriend and her pussy pacing like a hard rock song.
She started to see strange black lines and spots in front of her eyes, her lips frozen open sucking the plastic, her facial features perfectly outlined by the airtight material. She watched with immobile eyes, glued to the plastic that blurted a little her vision, John unlatch his trousers and masturbate in front of her.
He came, and she came with him, her pussy shooting pleasure all over her plastified body and giving a overload to her brain, that passed out.
John watched her girlfriend immobile and plastified as a mannequin, her face completely glued to the now sweating face, eyes popped out.
“Have I to free her?” he thought caressing her left check.
When Michelle awoke, she felt her head heavy and her body sticky.
“Gosh, that a dream!” she said, her eyes still closed. “My boyfriend tried to suffocate me with a bag…”
She opened her eyes, still quite sleeping, but they went very open looking at her hands.
“They are plastified!” she cried.
“Yes, my dear. Did you remember?” said her boyfriend John. “they are sealed in plastic as your body, and if I can say so, it’s a pity that I had to free your head, but I love you so much that I couldn’t suffocate you, also if you were very beautiful, completely airtight under your plastic skin…”
Michelle seated on the edge of the bed, still wearing her plastic suit with feet and hands sealed in little plastic bag and completely sealed into those things with tape and clear wrap.
“But, but…” she started.
“Listen, my love. If you like to be in plastic, I love too, and I can assure you that I will love you more and more, if you are plastified. I always loved the sight of a beautiful woman under plastic, but I couldn’t never imagined you were a plastic lover as me. Why you didn’t say nothing before?”
She smiled, caressing his cheek with her hand, her thumb separated from the other fingers by tape, rendering her hands quite useless mittens.
“Dear, why you didn’t say nothing to me?”
“Ok, you’re right…” he smiled also. “But now we could use our time better than only kissing and caressing…”
“What do you mean?”
“I have to leave within an hour, so it’s better if you and me will play one more time…” he said, taking from his pocket a clear plastic bag and a little roll of red electric tape.
“Please, John, doesn’t do this to me! You know I will cum another time, but I could also die…”
“No problem, dear. I will love you, dead or alive” he joked, putting the bag over her head and sealing it with a lot of tape, until he was satisfied.
“Now, my dear, we will go round as a normal day in the house.”
The bag was enough full of air to permit her almost a minute or so before starting to need fresh air, and leaving the room, she followed her boyfriend in the living room, were there were chips a two cold soft drinks.
“Cheers!” he said, drinking as he drunk the fabulous figure of Michelle, sweating in her plastic skin, her breasts clearly glued to the suit, her pussy throbbing crying for a sweet release. “You don’t drink?”
“Very funny!” she started to gasp. “Dear, I start to need air… Could you please free me? I want to kiss you”
“Me also. We have to try with you in this bag, we need to do some practice, I want to see you forever in this attire…”
“Please… I need air… I need fresh a…” she inspired, and the plastic of the bag sucked in her mouth gagging her.” MMHGGHH! NNNHGGHM!” she exhaled, and the bag was filled with the stale air. “Please, John…”
She started to panting, and the bag collapsed more and more frequently, gluing itself to her skin, trapping her sweat and her words inside the airproof material.
The bag was now her skin, and she started, eyes popping out, to rub herself frenzy, trying to reach the orgasm.
John stopped her, tying her hands behind her back with other tape, then licked her plastified pussy while masturbating himself, until he come over her. She come with him, a moan escaped from her frozen lips, her eyes now fogged with the approaching death. She collapsed on the sofa, her bag still attached with sweat to her skin.
He kissed her lips and started to eat the chips.
Some day before, Michelle discovered that her boyfriend John was a plastic lover and enjoyed the sensations to see a girl trapped in a airtight bag. She smiled each time she remembered that day, when John plastified and suffocated her for two time before leave, helping her to free herself from her suit made of plastic and tape. She toke a long bath and when her mother came back home she noticed a wonderful look in Michelle eyes.
“John was here?” she asked smiling. She loved the boy, and hoped that they will marry soon.
“Yes. We talked a lot about our future…”
“Really? And when you want to became wife and husband?”
“Mom. Don’t be silly!” she blushed, thinking of the real arguments: plastic, tapes, gags and so on that they wanted try in future.
The evening passed chatting and watching TV, then the morning arrived and Michelle went to the local University as her mother went to work. The day slowly went to the finish as usually, when suddenly a call of the Michelle mobile started something that was beyond the girl imagination.
“Yes?”
“Michelle. Hi. Can I disturb you…?”
“Hi mom. Yes. Tell me…”
“I arrived early at home, and I decided to do some cleaning. I started from your room and accidentally I founded an hidden box under your bed…”
Michelle froze.
“Mom, did you open the box?”
“Yes. Can you come back home. We need to talk!”
“I think so….” Michelle sighed, fear running all over her soul.
“Fine. See you at home.”
Michelle went to the train station and did the trip without a word, thinking to what could happens now.
She arrived at home and her mother, Lucy, welcomed her.
“We will talk in the kitchen. I prepared an hot chocolate…”
Michelle didn’t say nothing, but followed the woman in the room. They seated each in front of the other, a cup of perfumed chocolate in the hands.
“Better say just the necessary.” Started the mother. “I founded a box where inside there were plastic wrap, tape, bags and a plastic suit. It’s for the next Halloween? We are only in May.”
“No. I… I…” a tear started to run on her left cheek. “I use them, sometime…”
“You use them? And how?” the mom enquired.
“I use… use them enclosing my body inside the plastic… I found it… found it…” she started to cry, her hands on her face.
Lucy caressed her head whispering soft and sweet words until Michelle calmed down.
“Sorry, but I… I can’t continue. I’m sorry, mom, I’m very sorry!” she restarted to cry as a child.
“No, no, my dear, don’t cry. I want only understand what you find in those items. You are a woman, now, and what you do is your, only your. Think to this as a my curiosity.”
Michelle sighed two or three times, then looked, eyes red for the tears, her mother.
“How you can stay smiling in front of me, your daughter that hid a secret so horrible. Your daughter is a freak! Say it!”
“Silly girl. You aren’t a freak. Ok, it isn’t normal for my ideas, but your aren’t a killer or someone that love rape children or other more abominable to say, so why I have to judge you?”
Michelle stay frozen for some second, then hugged her mother, that caressed her for a long time.
When they separated, Lucy looked at her daughter.
“Michelle?”
“Yes mom…”
“Can I ask you to show me how you use the bags and the suit?”
Michelle was petrified, and her mom, looking at her, smiled, then laughed.
“My dear, do you never wondered why you were so attracted by the plastic materials?”
“I thought I was a freak, something unnatural…”
“Silly girl, you were only a baby when I started to stay at home and enjoy the feeling to be sealed in layer of plastic and latex. You dad, until he was alive, he loved to see me latexed, and I was eager to show my body at him. Obviously you saw me and I remember you were happy to play with me. You called me Dollymom, and you said you wanted to be like me when you would be older…”
“I didn’t remember it…” the girl said, smiling in herself for the luck she had. “You aren’t kidding?”
“You want a bet? We will go in our room, and after one hour we will come back here in the kitchen, The best kinky will win a dinner completely prepared by the other one, that will have to cook, serve dinner and wash all after the finish in the attire she had.”
“It’s all completely crazy, bet I accept the bet. We will see in one hour, and prepare yourself to cook a wonderful dinner, mom!”
Michelle vanished in her room, and Lucy smiled.
“My dear, you are so sure to win?” said, then went in her room and recovered under a pile of old dresses a box, secretly hidden. Too much desires, too much memories of her died husband. But for her daughter she would use them another time. And maybe not for the last one, she thought feeling the butterfly in her stomach dressing up.
The hour passed quickly for Michelle, that after an initial problems with the fact to be completely sealed in plastic in front of her mother, her shyness disappeared after her naked body touched the cool PVC of the suit. She used all her skill to seal herself inside the clear material. She used a lot of clear wrap and tape for a rigid and breathtaking corset, and in a rush of luxury she created rigid boot made of plastic and tape that reached her crotch, completely visible and outlined by the sweaty plastic of the pants. She wobbled in front of the mirror, and she saw a beautiful girl, her body outlined and highlighted by the plastic that sealed her skin, the layer already fogged by the sweat and the sweet juice of her sex. Her hands were protected by two pairs of rubber gloves and a bag styled as a mitten, without thumbs. She was quite helpless at the moment, and she was sure to win, also if in this condition she couldn’t free herself.
“But it worth the trouble!” she smiled, twirling on her high hells sealed in boots with tape.
She looked at the clock and grabbed her last item for the catwalk, then opened, not without problems, the door and went to the kitchen. She heard that her mother was already in the room, so she completed the costume putting the small clear plastic bag over her head and with a rubber band she sealed herself from the word. She entered in the room, and she shocked. The emotion to see her mother was so big that she drained all the air from the bag, sealing it to her face as it was glued to her skin, her eyes completely opened to the incredible creature made of rubber that was in front of her.
Her mother was covered by a skintight latex catsuit made in a jet black thick rubber. The attached gloves showed killer red rigid plastic claws of ten cm, and the boots were painted to show claws also at her feet, completely arched inside ballerina boots. Her face was completely alien, only a ovoid made of black rubber with two small antennas over the ovoid.
“Mom?” gasped Michelle, blowing the bag and feeling the roaring of the blood inside her ears.
The being nodded.
“Mmmngggmh!” she tried to say, but the hood completely covered and muffled her voice.
Lucy walked stiffly in direction of her daughter and hugged her, trying to kiss her on her cheek. The ovoid was rigid as made of hard plastic.
“Can you see?” asked the girl, panting under the bag, that started to be fogged and sticky.
She nodded and pointed to her face and to the antennas. Michelle blew one more time the bag with her stale air and smiled.
“The antennas. Tricky. But you can talk or breath inside that… thing?”
The mother shook her face.
“Cool. I can’t breath also. We have a problem. I can’t free … pant…myself, and you… gasp… can’t talk to say who… pant… of us… is… anf… the winner. I like very much your attire. Do you… pant … like mine?”
The mother nodded and caressed the face of her daughter, touching the warm plastic now glued to her skin, savoring the taste of the plastic that was inside her mouth and all around her face, compressed under the rigid shell by an inflatable layer of dark plastic. Her nose was connected to a little reservoir of air in her inflated breast, and she knew that in two or three minutes she will need air or she will die. But she now looked using the fiber optics eyes to her daughter, that tried without luck to tear the bag that was over her face but without results.
“Mnnnnn eeeeehhhppp uuuuu?” said Lucy, touching the wet and sealed pussy of her daughter with one clad hand and moving the other to hers.
“Mooooommm, please, freee…gasp… gasp…mmmmmmmmgghth!” cried Michelle, her face plastified, the mouth sucking hard to the plastic, the face red for the efforts to take air in the lungs, tears trapped at her eyes by the plastic.
The air ran in and out her nose and mouth with a hard rock pace, but the oxygen was finished, and she stopped to breath. She watched and felt her mother touch her, causing wonderful sensations in her pussy, the intensity multiplied by the lack of air. Her brain was running in slow motion, all was only a dream, where a wonderful and erotic monster was taking her soul away with her breath.
Her vision fogged by the perspiration and the lack of consciousness. But before she passed out she reached a thunderous orgasm, that blew for the last time the bag, that returned as quick as a lightening glued to her face, now completely immobile.
Her mother, also she running down of air, toke the body of her daughter and moved on the sofa, then treed herself of the hood. Sweating she looked at the girl and kissed her.
The young blonde finished to prepare the dinner. Nothing particular, just a simple pasta with tomato and hamburger with salad, but in her conditions also these simple tasks weren’t easy to complete.
Her hands were restrained at the wrist, tied together with multiple round of black electrical tape, her fingers sealed inside two pairs of rubber gloves and little bags, quite useless for grabbing and touching things. All her body was plastified, completely covered in clear PVC, duct tape and plastic wrap, her dripping pussy aching for the desire of release. Her mother was watching her struggles for finishing the dinner. The woman won a bet, and now was very happy to having discovered that her daughter was a fetishist as her, also if Michelle was a plastic lover, Lucy a rubber and bondage lover. But things can change, she thought. The woman moved her rubber gloved hands over her rubber covered body, eager to reduce her daughter another time a little slave, her head encased in a plastic bag.
“Did you finish?”
“Mom, you know that with my hands I can do a lot… Why you couldn’t help me?” Michelle asked, begging for an help. She was sweating profusely in all her plastic attire and near the fires. The water was boiling.
“No hope! I won, and thanks me that you can cook without your head inside the bag as we said at the start.”
“Also you had your head free, and not inside your rigid mask. You looked an alien before…”
Lucy smiled and caressed Michelle head, kissing her forehead.
“Come on, lazy girl, or you will not released until tomorrow…”
Michelle finished the dinner and served it in table. She sat in front of her mother and smiled.
“Enjoy your meal, mom! I want to see how you can eat with your claw…”
“I’m not touching the food, dear. You have to feed me.”
“Mom!” “Michelle, Do you want that your pretty face will became another time one thing with this plastic bag?” said the mother, showing her a little transparent bag.
“You are impossible…” laughed the girl, taking the mother fork and starting to feed her. Both, after one or two minutes, started to giggle, then laughed.
“It’s something not bearable, mom. We aren’t normal!”
“Dear, you said we aren’t normal. Why? You are a girl sealed in plastic that feed a woman sealed in black rubber. This is normal?”
Michelle had tears in her eyes for the laughing when she arrived at the end of the dinner. She fed herself and her mother, and they also ate one other with the eyes and the hands (gloved or mittened). Her mother went to the fridge and toke some strawberries and whipped cream.
“Come here, my dear. It’s dessert time!”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t be afraid. I think you and I will be very happy of this dessert.” Said the mother. She used a knife to cut the tape that tied the wrist of Michelle, then used other tape to fix the plastic mittens at the girl sides. “Lay down, dear…”
The girl did as requested, and her mother fixed her legs open taping them to the legs of a chair.
“Mom, what you want to do? Mom, Why you are using the whipped cream all over my sex? Mom… Mommmmghh!”
Lucy stopped the questions using a napkin and tape all over the lover face of her daughter.
“Dessert doesn’t talk. They are pretty and yummy.”
“Mnngggnh… mmmhhhhppp… mmmm… mmmmmhh! Moaned the taped girl while the other used the whipped cream over the breast and the bellybutton. Some strawberries and Michelle became a perfect fetish dessert”
“Now the better part of my plot. See you later, dear.” Said the mother, sealing Michelle eyes under the tape.
“Pllllleeeeeessssshhh. Ffffffffffeeeee mmmmmmm!”
The mother answered kissing her taped lips. Michelle felt a strange pressure all over her neck, and the air became warm.
“My God. She sealed my face under the plastic, and I can’t do nothing.” The girl thought.
Lucy started to eat her dessert, liking slowly the whipped cream over the pussy, teasing the girl that moaned and arched her back, trying to having release of the wonderful ache inside her crotch. The woman shift her attention to the breast, biting softly the strawberry and the nipples, watching as a starve wolf the plastic be sucked and ballooned with a pace increasing each second. The girl started to suck the bag with all her force, the plastic glued to her nostrils, the ball of the eyes visible also under the black tape when the bag bit the skin as alive. Lucy started to think that in a minute or so her daughter had to be freed, so she increased her efforts on the breasts and started to lick furiously the pussy, pulsing under the sweated plastic and her tongue.
“Mhhhhhhhh… ppplllllll….” Started to mumble Michelle, but the lack of air and the approaching orgasm were too much for her brain. She stopped to think, she stopped to desire fresh air, and she focused only in her pussy, feeling all movements of her mother, tasting the stale air inside her lungs, desiring that she could stop to breath and became only a sex thing.
Lucy decided to finish the game, and with her hands over her daughter breasts, she licked with thunderous pace the pussy, coming inside her rubber prison in the same moment that Michelle arched her back as a cat.
“Mmmmmmhhh… mmmmhhgggm… mmm… gggghhh…ggg…” her face, now red for the orgasm, was outlined by the plastic deeply attached to her skin. The bag was so tightly glued to her flesh that the mother looked at her in ecstasy.
“My dear, you are really a sexy doll. No one could say you are a girl, but only a pretty plastic doll. But you have to breath, or John will have to search a new girlfriend. Now, if you can hear me, I will free you. But not in a hurry…” Lucy smiled, caressing the sealed lips of her daughter, lost in a wonderful death, focused also now on the orgasm, the lack of air fixing the last moment of her life.
Michelle and her mother were watching the television in their house clothes since they discovered that both were fetishist for the plastic and the rubber, and not to talk for the bagging asphyxia. Lucy was sitting in her armchair, completely dressed in rubber form neck to toe, a heavy respirator mask over her hooded and masked face, the hissing sound of her breath going in and out was a background noise for the film. Michelle, lazily stretched out on the sofa, was watching the thriller sealed in a big black plastic thrash bag that enveloped her like a mummy, her legs taped together and her arms taped at her side, the bag sealed at her neck with a big collar made in rubber with steel stays inside and closed to the back with two metal clamps.
During a pause for the ads, Michelle moved slowly her head to see the mother.
“Mom, can I ask you something a little bit… personal?”
“Yes, my dear. Tell me!” said the woman, her voice muffled by the mask.
“I love this collar, it fit my neck so snugly that it’s quite to be strangled. Where do you found it, it look… old”
“Michelle, that was my first collar and is related to my first experience with plastic and sex, when I was younger than you.”
“Really. Now I’m curious.”
“Well, do you remember auntie Maggie, the blonde sister of your father?”
Michelle nodded.
“She was a freak also for our standard. I was only eighteen years old, and I was invited to the house of your grandparents at the lake”
“Oh, I remember. They sold it some years ago, right?”
“Yes. I was the girlfriend of your father, but the idea to marry him was very far. I preferred stay with Maggie, she was so adult, so strange, so spicy…”
“Go on, the film will start again soon…”
“Sorry. Well, one day your grandpa said he was going fishing, and he wanted all the family and friends with him. Maggie and I were very sad. Fishing is boring, and you can only wait that a stupid fish arrive to you. We used all our female qualities and we arrived to stay at home, alone, while the rude male of the family and your grandma went fishing at the other end of the lake. After some relax and some chatting of spicy arguments, we started to get bored.
“What we could do, Maggie?”
“The sun is beautiful. What do you think about a bath in the lake… naked?”
“It sound beautiful, but I don’t want to wet my hair. I have spent a lot of time to prepare them to this evening at the party”
Maggie thought a little, then smiled.
“I have the solution. Get naked, while I found the needed things” she said disappearing at the first floor of the house.
She returned some minute after I finished stripping my underwear. She was already naked, and like me she was perfectly smooth at her pussy. We shaved them each other some time before. She had in her hands a belt, some rope, a big collar that she used some year before when she had a car accident and two plastic clear bags”
“They are for?” I asked, but she smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling outside, where the sun started to kiss our bodies. She started to walk in the water, but stopped when the liquid touched her breasts.
“Sit in that point!” she ordered at me, and I did as she said.
She went out the water and arrived at my back.
“Cross the wrist at your back, please…”
We did before some light bondage game, so I did as she requested, and in a second my hands were tied inescapably. I heard the rustling sound of plastic and some grunt from her, then she reappeared, her head completely enclosed in the plastic bag, sealed on her neck by the belt.
“You will look the same as me, wait just a second” she said, her breath pace a little higher than the normal.
“What do you mean?”
I discovered immediately, when the other bag was pushed on my head and fixed snug on my neck using the collar. I couldn’t move my head and my neck, and I founded the thing very erotic. She walked again in the water, the cold liquid hardened her nipples like a lover kiss, and she opened my legs. She smiled, the bag already fogged with her stale air and sucking with every breath deeper and deeper in her face, then dipped her plastic covered tongue in my aching pussy, that responded violently, leaving me without air, and the bag glued to my skin and mouth was not helping.
“Please, Maggie, stop that, please stop thhhhgggg…” my bag was completely sealed to my face, then it blew up another time when I exhaled. “Please, Maggie…”
My friend was licking furiously, holding the breath to have her tongue very close to my pussy, but she also was starting to need air, but she didn’t stop. She continued, and continued, and the plastic going in and out helped to massage my desire.
“Pease, Maggie, go on… I… want… to … cum…” I gasped, and she smiled and laughed with the small air she had left in the bag. She saw me, blew the bag with all her force, then drained it from the air, sticking and plastering the bag to her face, until I saw all her face outlined and perfectly visible under the sun. She was like a plastic goddess, and I was the sacrifice for her. I drained all the air like she did, and I continued to try to breath, until I passed out during a shattering orgasm.”
“And grandparents didn’t discover nothing?” asked Michelle, cursing her taped hands. She wanted to touch herself badly after hearing the tale of her mother.
Lucy shocked her head.
“They just asked us why we were looking one other so naughty, but we laughed and they though about teenager secrets.” She paused. “ Oh, the film is started again. Let’s see the finish…”
“At hell the film, please, mom free my hands…”
The woman smiled and stand up.
“I will do better than this…” she said, grabbing with her rubber gloved hands a bag and some tape. She taped her head snugly, then used another bag on her daughter, that smiled and turn off the television.
John knocked at the door of her girlfriend house, and waited hoping that someone was inside. He heard footsteps in his direction, and the door opened. In front of him there was Lucy, mom and friend of her girlfriend.
“Good afternoon, madam. Is Michelle at home?”
“Hi John, Yes, Michelle is in her room, but she is ill…” she smiled. “But, please, enter and make you comfortable. Do you want a chocolate?”
“Yes, thank you. I will never refuse your wonderful chocolate…”
He observed the long silken dressing-gown of the woman, and was a little bit shocked to see that the arms and legs not covered by the garment were sheathed in tight transparent latex, that shined under the sun that filtered trough the windows. Her feet were enclosed in calve length high heels boots made in rigid clear plastic. She noted his look and twirled, opening the dressing-gown, revealing that all her body was enclosed in the material.
“Do you like it? It’s an old one, but I’m still in shape if I can be sealed in it…”
“I… I like it, madam, and I dare to say that I like you also…”
“Silly one, you are my daughter boyfriend, not mine.” She laughed preparing the chocolate. “I’m quite sure that you are here because you didn’t see Michelle at the university…”
He nodded.
“She, as I said, is ill. Nothing serious, but she can’t be near others for a day or two.”
“But what she has? Don’t say me that she has the flu that also the TV talked about?”
She nodded, posing the warm cup in front of him.
“She decided to seal herself inside her room, and if I have to enter I have to dress me correctly. I think she is to much careful, but I can’t make her mind changed…”
“Can I talk with her?”
“Why not?” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
John finished the chocolate and then went in front of Michelle room.
“Michelle, can I enter?”
“No!” she shouted “Mom didn’t say you about my illness?”
“I will risk!”
“I closed the door from inside. You can’t see me. You will have to wait for a day or two…” she sighed.
“I can’t…”
“Don’t be silly…”
“I wanted to say it before, and today was my last opportunity, but when I didn’t see you, my heart stopped for a second…”
The silence from the inside was heavy.
“Do you remember the exchange project the university is doing?”
“Yes…”
“Well, tomorrow evening I will go in Japan for a month, and so we wont see for a long period.”
“You are joking?”
“No, my love, and I wanted to say goodbye in our style…”
“This is a real problem!” exclaimed Lucy, arriving at John side. “But I think that we can arrange something…”
The boy smiled at the idea.
“Mom, you are sure of what you said?”
“Never be more serious. I have just to found a little thing I have to use and something useful for you also. Get naked, meanwhile…”
“If you say so…”
“Trust in your mother, and you, my dear John, why you don’t go to see the television for a while, so your wife-to-be, I hope, can be prepared for you!”
“Mom!” shouted the girl, and John turned to red.
Time passed, and finally Lucy arrived form the stairs and stand in front of the boy.
“Ready?” she said quite breathless.
John noted that she was breathing heavy and her face was flushed with perspire. In her right hands there was a heavy rubber gasmask and a big clear bag taped on the hose in front of the mouth.
“Yes. You make me very curious.”
“Michelle, please, come down!” she laughed, then disappeared, closing the kitchen door on her back.
John lifted his head and he saw Michelle walking on the stairs completely naked, and completely dressed at the same time. She was sealed inside her slimsuit, the same where he fond her some time before, and she had fingerless mittens made in clear tape instead of hands. Her feet were closed inside the same boots he saw before on her mother, and she was walking slowly due to the heels. Her face was red, due to the high temperature the mother set her room before entering and the transparent plastic bag over her face.
“Michelle. Wait, I help you!” he said, running near her and helping her to the sofa.
“Thank you, these heels are killing me, they are too high for me!”
“But you are beautiful!”
“Yes, I wanted to show my best to you before you leave. I can’t touch you, and I’m completely sealed from the outside word, but we can talk for a while, until my air will finish…”
“And maybe also after it!” he grinned, starting to touch her, founding her already wet just to be put under a layer of plastic and tape.
The bag was going near her face more and more she breathed, and her chest was rising with an increasing pace that was for John quite hypnotic. She looked at him with her big eyes, tears in them due to the long period he will have to stay in Japan. He tried to dry her tears, but the plastic impeded it. She sniffed, plastering the plastic at her nose, and smiled, hugging him with her hot body, and kissing him with all her forces. He returned the kisses and started to massage her pussy, making her cry and suck harder the material of the bag inside her mouth and around her face.
“Mmmmghh, mmmm!” she moaned, continuing to touch him and kiss his mouth with her frozen open lips. He savored the plastic taste until she blew the bag exhaling.
“Promise me that when you return we will do it more often! It’s so excitimmmmmmmgg” she gasped, gluing another time the bag on her face and moving her mittened hands over her breasts.
He continued to massage her, and after a time or two that the bag expanded and collapsed, it stood attached to her sweaty face, her eyes closed in a wonderful dream, her mouth opened, distorted by the plastic that adhered to her features like and better than a skin, her throat visible and plastified. He moved his fingers in her, and the bag was sucked more and more attached to her face, while her body shuddered with the orgasm.
She was still conscious, because, also if her eyes were closed and the plastic impeded to open them, she tried to find his pants zipper, but she couldn’t open it. He helped her, and she moved her head down, eating with her plastic mouth his big cock, then she closed around it her lips and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He cum inside her mouth, and she closed her lips sitting up, then fainted, collapsing on his arms.
He looked at her, her face fogged but still beautiful, a small blue starting to be seen over her lips. He kissed her on the cheeks and posed her on the sofa.
“See you in a month…” he whispered, leaving the house.
Two weeks were gone after John leaved Michelle house, and she recovered enough to don’t start to cry thinking of him, trapped at the other side of the Earth. She returned to University and tried to stay far from sadness using all her energies in the study and in other female friendships. She discovered a very good friend in one girl that give her the notes of the lost for illness lections. She was a brunette, with short and straight hair, her body a little roly-poly, but quite attractive. She was very talkative, and in a day or two they were friends.
“Cathy, you have to stop to say you are fat!” said Michelle.
“But it’s true, Michelle! Look at me and look at you! You will have… twenty kilos less than me…” she started to cry.
“My Lord! I will have some kilos less than you, but you are a fixed one! You have to stop it, or you could be obsessed for a lifetime…”
“You can’t understand… You are so good in all, you are flawless, inside and outside.” She cried, hiding her face in the hands. “I tried also to use those silly slim suit, to use the plastic wrap on my body, but I was too scared to be considered not normal to use them under my clothes. But the sensation was good… Oh, now you think I’m a freak…”
Michelle looked at her. She knew her only more or less from ten days, but she was very worried about her. She was so fixed with her weight that she could have in the future a lot of problems. But she was also interested in her last sentences.
“You never had a weight problem!” Catherine finished in tears. “You can’t understand!”
“Yes, I can!” Michelle said, a strange idea in her mind. “You know that I stay so slim only because I use all my spare time in a special suit…”
The brunette looked at her with big eyes.
“You are kidding?”
Michelle shook her head and smiled slightly.
“And you hide to your best friend a thing like this? Were you took it? There is one in my size? What is the name of the suit?”
“Well, I don’t know if I can say you this. You know, it’s quite a secret…”
“Please, please, please, you could give me a new life…”
“Ok, ok. If you can, tomorrow after the lessons we could go to my house and I will show you the suit and if you want I can make one for you…”
Cathy smiled like a child in a candies shop and kissed her on the cheeks, the n run away, singing.
“My dear, you will discover a strange way to slim you up, and I will discover a new love toy…”
The next morning at University Michelle and Cathy were like Siamese twins, and so the afternoon arrived and Cathy went for the first time in Michelle house. Lucy was out for work, and she knew what her daughter wanted to do, and she agreed to her the whole plan, giggling and regretting she couldn’t see the scene.
“Make yourself comfortable, I need some time to prepare the things. When I shout from my bedroom, you have just to climb the stairs and open that door.” the blonde said pointing her bedroom door.
“You are sure?”
“If you changed your mind, tell me, and we can use our time studying and chatting in front of a big chocolate cup full of sugar and whipped cream…”
“No, no, no…”
Michelle closed the door at her back smiling like a little child, and quickly undressed her completely and sealed her body under her slimsuit, completed with gloves and high heels. She used some saran wrap over her head, leaving her face uncovered, and used the same wrap to create a corset where she used duct tape to squeeze her waist to the limit. She gulped for air, and her pussy was already wet for the garment and the idea to have a new friend in her game. If not, well, she tried. No all can be perfect. She checked the equipment she prepared for Cathy, smiled one more time and dried the sweat around her face with a paper tissue. She had set the room temperature to 25 °C.
“Come on, open the door…” she shouted, then seated on the edge of the bed.
“Well, I hope you are ready for… My God, how you are dressed?” the brunette exclaimed, her eyes popping out of her face.
“This is the suit I use to stay slim. I live in it for quite all my day when I’m at home, and I can assure you that you can find way to destroy all your fat when inside of it…”
“But, but… The corset, the nakedness, the rubber gloves. I tried one of them, but only trousers and shirt.”
“Nonsense. This is the good suit. I propose to you to join me in this kind of attire, only a little different, and watch how much weight you loose in a session.”
Catherine looked at the ceiling for some second, then smiled and started to undress.
“Well, I think that me too I have to be naked…”
“Good girl.” smiled Michelle, grabbing the first roll of plastic wrap. It was the shrinkable one, and she knew that it could be very, very thigh.
When the girl was naked, her friend started to wrap her legs separately, going up and down three or four times, then looked at her crotch.
“My, my, dear…”
“Sorry, but the idea is so funny that…” she blushed.
“No problem. Look at mine!”
“Wow, you know how to be wet…”
The wrapping continued, and after some time she was completely covered in layer of wrap, and Michelle moved her on the bed, and started another time to use the wrap, mummifying her, then used the tape to cover all her body until she was a shiny silver mummy.
“Wow, it’s very hot inside it. I can feel my fat going away…” Cathy smiled, moving a little.
“Now we start the fun part.” The blonde said, using a rubber bathing cap over her friend hair and using the plastic wrap to create a open face hood like hers.
“It will be funny if we could seal also our face…” said Cathy, thinking about the strange but pleasurable way her friend used to melt the fat.
“And it will be funny!” smiled the other, grabbing the last items she wanted to use.
Michelle used a safety scissor to cut a small hole in the Cathy wrapping at the crotch, and inserted, with a lot of loud and enjoyed sound from the brunette, a vibrating dildo that she sometime used to pleasure herself, then with the tape sealed again the wrap and watched the muffled movements and the face of Cathy, now red not only for the heat and the plastic.
“I… think… I will… wow… enjoy a lot… your… yeees, sauna… oh my God… sessions!” whispered the wrapped girl, watching with shiny eyes Michelle put a clear plastic bag over her head and sealing it with duct tape all around the neck. “You are sure to do it?”
“Oh, yes, and you also will be bagged…”
“What? No, please, you can’t…” she pleaded, but the bagged girl sealed also her face under the plastic.
“It’s better if you use your air for something useful. I will not let you take a breath of fresh air until I cum…”
“Please, Michelle, how I can do? You can touch yourself, and I’m near to orgasm thanking your… gasp, anf, anf… dildo, but how I can speed up you?” the bag was already moving in and out her open mouth and starting to stick to her skin.
“Well, I think that your mouth and tongue are still running, right? Come on, use the fantasy” smiled Michelle, breathing heavy to speed up her asphyxiation process.
She seated with her sealed pussy over the sealed face of Cathy, and started to move slightly.
The other understood what she had to do, and furiously started to suck and move her tongue, but quickly the movement, her approaching orgasm and the need of air plastered the bag all over her face, her nose trying to reach the air outside, her face red and shiny for the sweat and the material. But her tongue was still moving, and the effect was really visible in the face of Michelle. She also sucked the plastic hard, trying to glue the airtight material to her skin, enjoying the lack of air and the smooth sensation of the plastic all over her open eyes, sensing that her friend had a wonderful orgasm because she augmented the pace of her tongue.
“Mmmmmmmggg!” she howled climaxing, then blew the bag for the last time and sucked hard to recover some other molecule of air inside the bag.
She immediately moved out of the bed and freed Cathy face. The brunette gulped and swallowed the air like it was champagne, then looked to her friend.
“Thank you. I think I’m a little less fat than before, but I need a lot of this treatment. What do you think?”
Michelle smiled, the plastic following every feature of her face.