Latex Vampire Suit (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

LATEX VAMPIRE CATSUIT

Amaya deeply regretted it. She should never have given in to the temptation to wear this outfit.

At first, it was fun. She and her friends went to an exclusive club for magic-latex enthusiasts. She was usually shy, but that night she wanted to be the center of attention. The catsuit made that happen.

With every step she took from the moment she left home, the shy girl began to fade away. With every step she took, she became someone else, and as darkness fell, the transformation took a serious turn. Something the lady at the store had warned her about, but she hadn’t thought possible.

Everything was going well until 'The Thirst' overtook her for a moment, and she almost lost control. And in that instant, the Amaya she’d always been regained control. She felt the stares, heard the comments, and knew she needed to get out of there.

She had to get back to the Lascivia store. There was still time. She had to buy herself some time. She could still go back to the store and ask for help. There was time to take it off. The sun was still visible on the horizon… low... just a sliver. It wasn’t much, but the store was just one subway stop away.

Amaya tried to run as fast as she could. But it was difficult given her lack of experience wearing those stiletto heels and platforms. She wanted to hail a taxi, but the drivers wouldn’t pick up anyone wearing magic-latex. It was as risky as it was easy to have an impossible affair with their clients…

When she arrived at the station, she felt the suit tighten a little more, molding her body into an even more perfect shape. Her butt felt bigger and firmer. Her breasts felt heavier and stood out more. The corset squeezed her waist.

Sweat built up even more, from the heat and exertion, beneath the impenetrable layer of latex. The collar that completed her entire outfit felt tighter and higher. And to top it all off, she could hear the lewd noises her stomach was making.

“Please, no,” she pleaded under her breath between gasps and moans. “Don’t make me even hornier… not here…”

Those last few meters were a marathon for Amaya… and so thrilling… she felt better and better with every step. Her increasingly erratic steps caused her thighs to rub together, and a surge of pleasure washed over her. As the pleasure built up more and more, sapping her willpower, Amaya looked all around her.

The subway was the territory of the already corrupted, living in the tunnels and inhabiting the abandoned passageways, so that sunlight would never reach them. And they only came out after dark to feed or drag someone into their vampiric orgies. But the subway was her only chance. She just had to make it through one subway stop.

Just six meters from the platform, Amaya couldn’t take it anymore. Her fangs had grown. Her outfit had become transparent. The heat was consuming her. Excitement clouded her mind. Her 'Hunger' shattered her humanity. Her nipples were begging to be nibbled and pinched. Her pussy lips were swollen, and she felt a great emptiness that she had to fill.

She heard the few people who were still riding the subway at that hour. “Vampire,” they called her, pointing at her and hurriedly walking away. Amaya cursed. A sensation of fulfillment and supreme pleasure flooded her.

If she weren’t so horny, maybe something not reversible would have happened. She surely would have pounced on one of them, sunk her fangs into them, and let the monster she was on the verge of becoming completely take over, forcing her to hide with the other vampires in the tunnels.

Ceasing to be Amaya forever.

“Fuck!” she said to herself, bringing one hand to her stomach and the other to the collar that prevented her from taking off her catsuit, and her gaze settled on a bohemian-looking figure… pale… with red eyes staring at her lustfully.

“Mmmm, please… make me…”

And then what remained of the sun disappeared… and pitch-black night reigned over the city.

Amaya never saw the light of another day again.

THE END-ENDE-FINE-FIN