Unwilling Super Hero
Betsy a former super heroine grimaced at her old outfit hanging in the closet from when she used to fight crime. Why was it still there? She yelled for her housekeeper to come in order to answer for why it was not donated. "Betsy, why is this still here?" snarled the aging former crime fighter. "I did get rid of the outfit you wanted me to, the one in the safe in the basement. I found it last week and when you said to get rid of the costume, I instantly thought you meant the one I found....." Betsy clutched her chest and bellowed, "We have to get that outfit back!!!!! It's corrupt, it......it can not be worn...... it was made by my arch nemesis that always was jealous of me that I had a secret regular life. She had plans in putting me in that costume, forcing me to fight crime trapped in it forever in it, so extreme that I would never be able to cover it up....." With that Betsy collapsed to the floor dead of a heart attack.
Several months later, Emma was sipping her coffee looking at an extreme outfit in a costume store, waiting on the shop owner. There was a costume party at her sorority that night and she had a custom costume made. About the suit in front of her, she couldn't imagine anyone wearing it, only a slut with a major fetish would even want to put it on. It was a full outfit that covered the wearer from head to toe in a shiny black fabric that almost looked like latex or PVC but seemed to have different properties about it. It was thicker, slicker, and the shine to it almost gave it a mirror appearance. The breast cups had two large rings that pieced erect nipples, the hood had a hole in the back of it for a pony tail, a visor that went over the eyes and went back to cover the ears, and a cover that went over the mouth and nose that had two attached tubes that went to the back of the costume into a box. The outfit was completed by a pair of boots in the same material that went all the way to the top of the thighs and had to have at least 6 inch heels. Flicking one of the rings with her fingers, she wondered how anyone would even be able to get in to this thing.
Hearing the shop owner coming, Emma turned around and bumped the owner causing the coffee to dump on her tee shirt. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" Emma hissed at the shop owner. "you ruined my shirt!" The shop owner replied to the nasty 22 year old to grab one of the shirts free of charge while she boxed up her costume. With Emma walking back to the rest room, the shop owner was quite tired of all these college students' attitudes. She was going get back at Emma and box up the fetishistic costume versus Emma's Queen costume that she had custom made. The shop owner would have an easier time to sell the Queen versus that claustrophobic super hero costume. No one had given any interest since she put it on display a few months ago.
A few minutes later, Emma emerged not noticing that the fetish suit was no longer on display and took possession of her package and hurried to her apartment since the party was in three hours. Make up had to be done and the intricate Queen costume was going to take some time to get on. Leaving the shop, the owner locked the door and shut the lights off, closing for the night.
Emma got home and took a shower. While she was drying off, she opened the package and to her horror saw black shiny material versus the ornate fabric she was expecting. "That BITCH!" Emma screamed knowing she was getting back at her for actions. Quickly grabbing her phone, she called the store but it was closed.
Looking down at the costume, she knew she had no other option as she had nothing else to wear and she really wanted to make an impact. This isn't quite the impact she wanted but none the less, she needed to go to the party and this slutty suit was her only way to go. At least she didn't have to wear make up which she had no time to put on anyway and no one would know who she was, so going to the party and being recognized by a family member or friend wouldn't happen. Inspecting the skin tight suit, there was an opening at the rear of the suit, that didn't seem to have a means of closing. Knowing how tight it was going to be, she knew she couldn't wear any underwear underneath of it. Brushing her hair into a ponytail, she quickly put it on which was easier than she expected thinking talcum powder would be needed but she had no issues.
The hood which was part of the suit went on and pulling her ponytail out just leaving her eyes, nose and mouth exposed. The boots went on just as easy, and then the opera length gloves. Being in such a rush, she didn't notice the back of the suit closing up along with the seams of the gloves and boots disappearing. There was a slight pinch at both her nipples, which caused her to put her hands to her breasts. Not knowing that the rings pierced her actual nipples, she just assumed that the material of her suit that caused the slight discomfort, now the stimulation. The nose and mouth piece she could do without but noticed she couldn't disconnect it from the hoses that went to the box on her back. It would look stupid just hanging there so she lifted it up and fitted to her hood Breathing was a bit different but not bad.
Since she had to put the mouth piece she figured she would go all the way and put the visor on. She could take them off later in the party when she wanted to have some drinks. Putting the visor into place there was a click and Emma realized her eyes involuntarily went closed and she couldn't open them. Flashing occurred and she could see without using her eyes. Holding her gloved hands up to her head, she said "WAY COOL!!" Not realizing she said it without using her mouth and it was in a completely different voice. Turning to the mirror, she gazed at the fetishistic woman looking back at her. It was going to be a fun night......
Looking into the mirror, Emma noticed several things, the visor and nose/mouth piece were made with the same material of the suit, it actually looked like they were seamless with the suit since they fit so well she thought. Also her gloves had attached long razor sharp fingernails made of the same material of the rest of the suit that extended at least an inch from the end of her finger with each nail pierced with a ring in it. Tapping one on the table next to her it seemed solid as steel but felt like her own finger nail. Odd she thought, she needed to make sure she didn't accidentally cut anything. Lastly when she took her sight to upper right a menu came up in view with several different options. She did notice all the way at the bottom SUIT RELEASE was grayed out. "WHOA WHAT AN OUTFIT!" Emma said in her new deep voice which made her notice several more things. 1 was of her new voice, 2 that her mouth was not moving, 3 she still was unable to open her eyes.
Emma got more intrigued by all of this. This suit has to be high technology that accidentally got into the costume store, that had to be worth so much more than her Queen costume. I think I'm going to keep this outfit, Emma said in her new voice walking out the door. Little did she know she would be keeping it closer to herself than she would ever imagine...
Emma got many stares on her way to the party. Originally wanting to get an taxi, she noticed she was very comfortable in her suit so she started walking. The extreme heels weren't bothering her as well she wasn't getting too hot or cold while wearing the suit. She figured she would be a sweating mess by the time she got to the party but she was perfectly comfy. No one at the party initially knew who she was, with the additional height, the different voice, along with the only thing that wasn't concealed was her strawberry colored hair. She got countless compliments on her costume, many people asked to touch it even one prankster grabbed one of the nipple rings and pulled it. What was concerning is that it hurt when it got pulled. Emma excused herself and went to the bathroom to inspect why it hurt. Rubbing her breast with her gloved hand, the material squeaked like leather. Taking a another tug on one of the rings, it confirmed the ring seemed to pierce her nipple through the fabric of her suit. Wanting to see the issue with her own eyes, she reached up to remove the visor. Using both hands she pulled on the visor but it wouldn't budge. Getting closer to the mirror she inspected the visor and to her horror, there wasn't a seam any more.
TO BE CONTINUED