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Carrie held the suit up. It was of an interesting texture, it shimmered like snakeskin, and had a rough scaly appearance to it, but it was smooth to the touch and very stretchy. It had no seams and sported attached feet and gloves. She turned the suit around and saw that there was no zip. The suit didn't even open down the middle of the back. There were two slits that ran along each shoulder blade, from the side of the neck to just above the hip. But there was no zip.

The neck of the suit opened into two halves, allowing the back panel to flap open, and as Carrie beheld what lay inside the suit, she found her self moisten immediately. A hand absent-mindedly went to her nether areas as she leaked anticipation. The inside of the suit, every inch of it, was lined with little tendrils, each seemed to wiggle ever so slightly as the suit moved in her hands. The tendrils appeared to be little rubber tubes, but Carrie couldn't quite see what was inside them.

It was now or never. Carrie wasted no time. She was naked within the second and slid her leg into the suit. It was an interesting sensation as the tendils rubbed against her skin, they seemed to be as wet as she was, wet with lube and like a million tiny tongues licking her skin. She thought it'd be difficult to pull on, but despite the texture of the suit's insides, her leg slipped in easily and smoothly. She eased the built in boot onto her foot and stepped in with her other leg.

Shivering now, Carrie pulled the lower half of the suit up to her hip like she was wearing a pair of pants. As the tendrils met her crotch, she moaned as they suit's natural movements swayed the tendrils and moved them teasingly over her skin. she pulled the suit up tight against her crotch and fought back an orgasm. The suit sported some thicker, longer tendrils where it counted. Without any need for guidance, a few of the suit's extrusions filled Carrie both front and back. She bit her lip, holding back an orgasm. It felt like the suit's tendrils were moving on their own, licking her, stoking her fire.

The suit now hung in two parts, a wider front half, with the arms hanging limply at her knees, that was intended to press tight against her torso and barely reach around her waist and ribcage, and a narrow strip of rubber that would meet the front in the small of her back. Carrie did not know how she was going to close the suit or keep it in place, but she knew that she had to have the suit covering as much of her body as possible, and fast. She didn't allow her self to come until she was in the suit.

Carrie leaned forward and inserted both arms into the suit. Unfortunately the suit was far too tight, and the tendrils far too dense to allow her to just slip her arms all the way in. She was about to remove her hand from the suit when she realised something had changed.

She could not pull her hands out of the arms. in fact, she felt her arms being sucked into the suit, the tendrils wiggling, pulling her into the suit. She began to panic, but before she could cry out, she let out a loud moan as the tendrils of the suit came to life, playing with her, teasing her and stimulating her. The tendrils already inside of her grew longer and stroked her g-spot. A tendril wrapped around her swollen clit, twirling it around and squeezing it, toying with it and sending Carrie into the biggest orgasm of her life.

She felt the suit begin to close around her from the hip, and before she could react, tendrils from the torso of the suit reached out and wrapped around her body. Her calls for help quickly turned into moans of intense pleasure. Carrie was on her knees now. Tendrils from the suit's breasts reached out for Carrie's nipples and squeezed them, sucking on them.

Carrie's hands had already filled out the gloves of the suit. It was an odd sensation. She maintained full dexterity and the suit appeared to be paper thin, but she could feel the millions of tendrils licking her hand, kissing her skin, wrapping around her arms and hands and squeezing her tight.

Suddenly many more tendrils shot out from the torso of the suit to join the ones already hugging her. They pulled the suit's torso up against her own. Carrie moaned uncontrollably as the suit lined her breasts, kissing her nipples, down her solar plexus, and she jumped in surprise as a tendril nestled itself in the crack of her navel.

Carrie was ecstatic. but she knew she had to stop this. she grabbed at the neck of the suit and pulled, but the tendrils hugged her tight. She felt the back of the suit press tight against her lower back. It was like it peeling tape off a surface, but in reverse. She grabbed at it and tried to stop it, but she hadn't the strength.

As the back panel pressed against her lower back, she felt the suit shrink as the front half stretched tightly to meet the back panel. Carrie reached for the slit where they met, but she could not find it. her hands ran around her waist, searching for the seam but it was long gone. The back panel flattened between her shoulderblades, in the small of her back, and Carrie felt the suit pull tight against her breasts, forcing the tendrils against her sensitive nipples.

Finally the back panel adhered to the back of the neck, and Carrie, with a heavy heart and a trembling pussy, felt the front half of the neck pull tight around her own and join with the back end, sealing her in the suit.

Carrie was writhing on the ground. she grabbed at the suit and tugged at it. It stretched, but while the surface pulled away from her body, underneath, Carrie could feel the tendrils never leaving her skin. They licked her, and kissed her. Some snaked around under the suit, hugging her body in an unreal embrace. She pulled at the crotch of the suit, but the tendrils stayed deep inside of her. She ran her hands up and down her body, searching for the slit she knew must still be there, the friction sending waves of pleasure throughout her body but deep down, she knew it was futile.

Carrie rolled over and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was covered from neck to toe in this odd, scaly catsuit. It looked paper thin on her and absolutely normal, but the appearance betrayed what was truly happening under the rubber. She could feel the tendrils' loving caress all over her body, playing with her in ways she'd never even dreamt possible, and yet, on the outside, nothing seemed out of place. Not a single undulation or ripple showed through.

Carrie looked to the bed and saw it. There was another part to the suit. Should she? She saw the choker sitting innocently on the bed, tendrils lining the inside as well, hanging limply off the lining. Should she put it on? Or should she wait for August to get back? She'd already jumped the gun by putting the suit on... why stop now?

Carrie strode to the bed and picked up the choker. August had warned her, this was not just a simple choker... but she did not elaborate. Well, only one way to find out.

Carrie picked it up and brought it to her neck, wrapping the band around herself... but nothing happened. Carrie moaned in frustration. She was in the throes of orgasm and had barely the mental capacity to figure this out. She tried it again and held it there, but nothing happened.

Then Carrie rode the suit to yet another toe-curling orgasm.

"AAAAhhhA **** YES!"

-Audio Unlock Pattern Saved-

"What?!"

Reacting to her voice, the choker came to life. Tendrils wrapped tightly around her neck and drew the choker around. She felt as the choker wrapped her neck from her collarbone to the curve of her chin. Carrie suddenly became aware of two flaps of the material hanging limply in front and behind her head, and she realised what was happening.

Before she could react, tendrils from the two flaps shot up and wrapped around her head. Some entered into her mouth, gagging her. She moaned loudly as she climaxed again, and the front flap pulled itself on to Carrie's face, wrapping her features tightly in the living rubber. She felt the back half of the hood seal up against her head, the same was as the suit. She felt her long, blonde hair being drawn into the suit and guided down her back by the tendrils. She felt a tightening sensation as the two halves of the hood met, sealing around Carrie's head.

Carrie's hands went to the neck to search for the neckline of the hood, but she knew it was long gone. She ran her hands around her neck and up and about her head. She felt the lack of seams and the lack of any slits or openings. She felt as tendrils slithered about into her nostrils, allowing her to breathe, and she felt as tendrils slithered into her ears, allowing her to hear herself moan. Surprisingly, could see through the material, but her vision was slightly obscured. Her hands ran down and she felt the suit tightly hugging her perfect body. She pulled the suit, trying to get it off, and she felt the material stretch off her body, but the tightness and the stimulation of the tendrils remained against her skin.

Carrie could not concentrate. She remembered the message she heard when she came earlier... Audio Unlock Pattern Saved. She tried saying something again.

"MmmMMmMMMPh!!"

The tendrils were in her mouth, rendering her unable to speak. Carrie's heart sank. She came to the sudden realization that the Collar was meant for someone else to activate, and not the wearer of the suit.

The girl lay in the room, writhing and moaning, orgasming over and over again. She had no idea when August would be back. Even then, she knew that August could do nothing. Carrie came again.

Description
Carrie held the suit up. It was of an interesting texture, it shimmered like snakeskin, and had a rough scaly appearance to it, but it was smooth to the touch and very stretchy. It had no seams and sported attached feet and gloves. She turned the suit around and saw that there was no zip. The suit didn't even open down the middle of the back. There were two slits that ran along each shoulder blade, from the side of the neck to just above the hip. But there was no zip.

The neck of the suit opened into two halves, allowing the back panel to flap open, and as Carrie beheld what lay inside the suit, she found her self moisten immediately. A hand absent-mindedly went to her nether areas as she leaked anticipation. The inside of the suit, every inch of it, was lined with little tendrils, each seemed to wiggle ever so slightly as the suit moved in her hands. The tendrils appeared to be little rubber tubes, but Carrie couldn't quite see what was inside them.

It was now or never. Carrie wasted no time. She was naked within the second and slid her leg into the suit. It was an interesting sensation as the tendils rubbed against her skin, they seemed to be as wet as she was, wet with lube and like a million tiny tongues licking her skin. She thought it'd be difficult to pull on, but despite the texture of the suit's insides, her leg slipped in easily and smoothly. She eased the built in boot onto her foot and stepped in with her other leg.

Shivering now, Carrie pulled the lower half of the suit up to her hip like she was wearing a pair of pants. As the tendrils met her crotch, she moaned as they suit's natural movements swayed the tendrils and moved them teasingly over her skin. she pulled the suit up tight against her crotch and fought back an orgasm. The suit sported some thicker, longer tendrils where it counted. Without any need for guidance, a few of the suit's extrusions filled Carrie both front and back. She bit her lip, holding back an orgasm. It felt like the suit's tendrils were moving on their own, licking her, stoking her fire.

The suit now hung in two parts, a wider front half, with the arms hanging limply at her knees, that was intended to press tight against her torso and barely reach around her waist and ribcage, and a narrow strip of rubber that would meet the front in the small of her back. Carrie did not know how she was going to close the suit or keep it in place, but she knew that she had to have the suit covering as much of her body as possible, and fast. She didn't allow her self to come until she was in the suit.

Carrie leaned forward and inserted both arms into the suit. Unfortunately the suit was far too tight, and the tendrils far too dense to allow her to just slip her arms all the way in. She was about to remove her hand from the suit when she realised something had changed.

She could not pull her hands out of the arms. in fact, she felt her arms being sucked into the suit, the tendrils wiggling, pulling her into the suit. She began to panic, but before she could cry out, she let out a loud moan as the tendrils of the suit came to life, playing with her, teasing her and stimulating her. The tendrils already inside of her grew longer and stroked her g-spot. A tendril wrapped around her swollen clit, twirling it around and squeezing it, toying with it and sending Carrie into the biggest orgasm of her life.

She felt the suit begin to close around her from the hip, and before she could react, tendrils from the torso of the suit reached out and wrapped around her body. Her calls for help quickly turned into moans of intense pleasure. Carrie was on her knees now. Tendrils from the suit's breasts reached out for Carrie's nipples and squeezed them, sucking on them.

Carrie's hands had already filled out the gloves of the suit. It was an odd sensation. She maintained full dexterity and the suit appeared to be paper thin, but she could feel the millions of tendrils licking her hand, kissing her skin, wrapping around her arms and hands and squeezing her tight.

Suddenly many more tendrils shot out from the torso of the suit to join the ones already hugging her. They pulled the suit's torso up against her own. Carrie moaned uncontrollably as the suit lined her breasts, kissing her nipples, down her solar plexus, and she jumped in surprise as a tendril nestled itself in the crack of her navel.

Carrie was ecstatic. but she knew she had to stop this. she grabbed at the neck of the suit and pulled, but the tendrils hugged her tight. She felt the back of the suit press tight against her lower back. It was like it peeling tape off a surface, but in reverse. She grabbed at it and tried to stop it, but she hadn't the strength.

As the back panel pressed against her lower back, she felt the suit shrink as the front half stretched tightly to meet the back panel. Carrie reached for the slit where they met, but she could not find it. her hands ran around her waist, searching for the seam but it was long gone. The back panel flattened between her shoulderblades, in the small of her back, and Carrie felt the suit pull tight against her breasts, forcing the tendrils against her sensitive nipples.

Finally the back panel adhered to the back of the neck, and Carrie, with a heavy heart and a trembling pussy, felt the front half of the neck pull tight around her own and join with the back end, sealing her in the suit.

Carrie was writhing on the ground. she grabbed at the suit and tugged at it. It stretched, but while the surface pulled away from her body, underneath, Carrie could feel the tendrils never leaving her skin. They licked her, and kissed her. Some snaked around under the suit, hugging her body in an unreal embrace. She pulled at the crotch of the suit, but the tendrils stayed deep inside of her. She ran her hands up and down her body, searching for the slit she knew must still be there, the friction sending waves of pleasure throughout her body but deep down, she knew it was futile.

Carrie rolled over and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was covered from neck to toe in this odd, scaly catsuit. It looked paper thin on her and absolutely normal, but the appearance betrayed what was truly happening under the rubber. She could feel the tendrils' loving caress all over her body, playing with her in ways she'd never even dreamt possible, and yet, on the outside, nothing seemed out of place. Not a single undulation or ripple showed through.

Carrie looked to the bed and saw it. There was another part to the suit. Should she? She saw the choker sitting innocently on the bed, tendrils lining the inside as well, hanging limply off the lining. Should she put it on? Or should she wait for August to get back? She'd already jumped the gun by putting the suit on... why stop now?

Carrie strode to the bed and picked up the choker. August had warned her, this was not just a simple choker... but she did not elaborate. Well, only one way to find out.

Carrie picked it up and brought it to her neck, wrapping the band around herself... but nothing happened. Carrie moaned in frustration. She was in the throes of orgasm and had barely the mental capacity to figure this out. She tried it again and held it there, but nothing happened.

Then Carrie rode the suit to yet another toe-curling orgasm.

"AAAAhhhA **** YES!"

-Audio Unlock Pattern Saved-

"What?!"

Reacting to her voice, the choker came to life. Tendrils wrapped tightly around her neck and drew the choker around. She felt as the choker wrapped her neck from her collarbone to the curve of her chin. Carrie suddenly became aware of two flaps of the material hanging limply in front and behind her head, and she realised what was happening.

Before she could react, tendrils from the two flaps shot up and wrapped around her head. Some entered into her mouth, gagging her. She moaned loudly as she climaxed again, and the front flap pulled itself on to Carrie's face, wrapping her features tightly in the living rubber. She felt the back half of the hood seal up against her head, the same was as the suit. She felt her long, blonde hair being drawn into the suit and guided down her back by the tendrils. She felt a tightening sensation as the two halves of the hood met, sealing around Carrie's head.

Carrie's hands went to the neck to search for the neckline of the hood, but she knew it was long gone. She ran her hands around her neck and up and about her head. She felt the lack of seams and the lack of any slits or openings. She felt as tendrils slithered about into her nostrils, allowing her to breathe, and she felt as tendrils slithered into her ears, allowing her to hear herself moan. Surprisingly, could see through the material, but her vision was slightly obscured. Her hands ran down and she felt the suit tightly hugging her perfect body. She pulled the suit, trying to get it off, and she felt the material stretch off her body, but the tightness and the stimulation of the tendrils remained against her skin.

Carrie could not concentrate. She remembered the message she heard when she came earlier... Audio Unlock Pattern Saved. She tried saying something again.

"MmmMMmMMMPh!!"

The tendrils were in her mouth, rendering her unable to speak. Carrie's heart sank. She came to the sudden realization that the Collar was meant for someone else to activate, and not the wearer of the suit.

The girl lay in the room, writhing and moaning, orgasming over and over again. She had no idea when August would be back. Even then, she knew that August could do nothing. Carrie came again.