I wasn't so happy when the old Chinese lady said she had only plus-sized bodysuits. I remember I turned around but she followed me and insisted I'd enjoy it just as much. Moreso. She kept saying "you'll like it more-so! It feels like real." She reached behind her and grabbed a plastic bag filled with black lace. "Lingerie included!" I sighed.
"Okay."
"Now remember, you should wear suit no more than 12 hours a day. Not even a minute more. 12 in 24. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head and took it home - undressed and slipped inside. God, it was tight. It was so snug I felt like I could barely breathe. Once it was on, I stood in the mirror, hardly believing I was contained inside of it. Other than the zipper running down my back there was no way of noticing I wasn't a thick, beautiful woman. Even her eyelids fit perfectly and I batted my eyelashes and giggled as I zipped myself in. The old lady was right. I didn't mind the image in front of me at all. She was hot and had curves in all the right places. I turned and checked the clock. 3 pm. Plenty of time to play.
I sauntered around the house, enjoying the feeling of my huge new breasts bobbing in front of me. I tried on the lingerie and rushed back to the mirror. Dear god. I was beautiful. I don't know what came over me but I slipped my fingers there - between my thighs. I rested my palm to my new pubic mound, only faintly feeling my rock hard cock underneath the suit digging into my hand. To my shock, I felt something wet and I pulled it out and gazed at the thin strand of wetness as I pressed my thumb into my finger. God, this suit was like real. I slipped my finger back inside, trying to find the outline of my dick beneath the suit, but to no avail. I could have sworn I felt something, something new: the tension of being filled. Penetrated. I looked at the mirror and bit my lip. Something wasn't right, but I continued. Imagine my shock when my nipples hardened. I could feel them, swinging ahead of me at the tips of my huge breasts. The more I touched myself the more I felt. I whimpered and a faint feminine whine poured from my lips. "Oh fuck yes!" I couldn't stop.
The rest of the evening passed by like a blur. I can't even count how many times I came. By the time I checked the clock again it was 11 pm and I was so hungry. I skipped to the fridge, tits bouncing everywhere, and fetched a pint of ice cream and sat down to watch some tv, enjoying the curves of my new body, and how comfortable it felt to be a naked woman on the couch.
Ugh. . . I must have dozed off.
I open my eyes, feeling the faint moistness of morning dew on my pussy lips. I moan and turn to the clock while instinctually dropping a hand between my thighs. It's 9 am. Mmmm. Fuck. My pussy feels so much better than yesterday I can barely think. And my tits. . . I sit up and felt their heaviness tugs between my shoulder blades as they fall over my belly. I take them in my hands and tug. So strange - I can feel the pull of flesh - why do they feel like part of me? It's like the suit has gotten tighter overnight. Maybe that's why the lady was recommending to take the suit off every 12 hours - maybe it gets too tight. Oh god. My nipples they're electric. I can't stop tugging them. They feel better than yesterday. If I keep this up I'm going to come again, I should probably move on to my hips. My skin is so soft. And my butt is so plump. Mmmm.
And my back. . .
Weird.
Where did the zipper go?
I could've sworn it was around here somewhere.
I move one hand back to my crotch, resting my palm on my mound. I'm so aroused. Rock hard. But my mound is flat. It's my clit - all the blood rushing to my new clitty. It peeks out from under my folds, begging to be touched. I slip a finger across it, shuddering as I move it further until it slips inside of me. My high voice moans out. I curl my finger within me and press my thumb into my nub, keeping one hand behind me, pretending to search for a way out - knowing deep in my pussy the door has closed behind me. And being fine with that.