Story from querthe's dA account, before it was taken down.

Slimsuit 3 of 7 - up to now

    by ~querthe, Jul 11, 2011, 1:20:32 AM
    Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories

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.

What could happen now???