The front door of the apartment thudded, loud and low, and Kas paused the video with a breath of exasperation. After having the stream freeze 3 times over, the last thing the brown-haired, brown-eyed girl wanted was a noisy interruption after dark. She fixed her blue kitty print pajamas and pushed herself away from the computer, stepping out of her bedroom in time for one more thud before it was finally quiet again.
The apartment was fairly small, with the one bedroom, a bathroom, and then a single large room, with a couch, a coffee table, a TV setup, and the front door, separated from a little kitchen space by a solid counter. Kas strode easily to the dark red door across the cream carpet, and pulled it open.
Oh look. Another box. Really! I don't mind them, but there's been so many lately! There was that poptart cat. And that mechanical cat. Kas looked up, forgetting the box as she began counting on her fingers. And that…pink thing with cookies. Which was gross, but nice! And that bomb. And that…She shuddered…green…slime…thing…That sexy pokemon costume was nice though. Mmmmm… Kas's eyes glazed over slightly at the memory before she rubbed her hands against her cheeks, waking up as she brushed against the birthmark on her right cheek. Seriously though. It's been like, a box every other day. Ah well, at least this one is different.
Indeed, as Kas looked down at her front step, what covered her welcome mat wasn't so much a "box" as it was a "crate". Made of wood planks, it was a rectangle laid out long and low on the ground, rising up to a little under Kas's knee. She grabbed at the corners of it and lifted it over the lip of the doorway with effort, quickly dragging it inside before letting it thump. Heavier than it looks, she thought, feeling a surprising strain in her back. She stretched quickly before letting her curiosity draw her to the box. She looked it over for a few minutes before realizing that the top was a sneaky hinged door. Fiddling with the side, she clicked a latch and threw open the box.
The inside was stuffed with lumpy, dark and velvety looking packing material. And nestled in the middle of all of it...was a smaller box, the kind used for clothes, light blue, with the faint impression of a chibi-style face with an open mouth, wearing a dark maid headdress on top. Impatient, Kas snatched up the box and ripped off the lid, sending it sailing to a corner of the room, tense and ready to run for her life.
Nothing jumped out at me. Yay! Looking in the box, Kas saw deep, shiny purple, and plucked out a pair of pantyhose. "Oohh! I haven't gotten anything like this yet. This feels nice." Her voice slipped into a purr as she rubbed the purple gift between her fingers, then stopped.
"Hmmm. This is probably some kind of trick." Oh, who am I kidding! Of course it's a trick! I'm not an idiot. But still… Her fingers slid back and forth, stroking the cool material as she turned her head towards her bedroom door. It's not like I had anything going on tonight anyway. And Seras is only sexy for so long. The sound of the fabric seemed to sing in Kas's ears, and she pushed back the short brown hair hanging over her eyes before raising the plum-covered hose above her head, eyes sparkling with excitement. I'm gonna try em' on! She walked back to her room with a happy bounce in her step. "I bet these feel great."
In her room, a quick pull down of her blue pajama bottoms left her bare, and she sat on the bed as she slid her feet into the rich hose. First one, then the other, she savored the silky feeling the leggings stretched against her skin. It felt like nylon, but the pantyhose had a kind of firmness to it, that gave it a bit of a latex tension. Not simply accommodating the body and matching it, it pressed and rubbed against her smooth skin, making Kas shiver with delight. There was a sparking warmth as the material teased her thighs, and she stood up as she drew the waistband up, covering her shapely rear in rich purple as she settled it just under her belly button.
She turned and closed her door, looking at herself in a full-body mirror that hung on the back of it, smoothing out wrinkles in the hose as she went. Even under the light of cheap light bulbs, the hose had an attractive wine-like luster, seemless and see-through, coloring her white legs, while turning her crotch a shadowy and indistinct forest. Sexy~. Kas preened in the mirror for a moment before turning away, running her hands on the hose, feeling happy and warm as she stroked her thighs and wiggled her toes. Satisfied, she slid back into her computer chair and turned her OVA back on. As she shifted and got comfortable, the feeling of the hose on her legs set little thrills of pleasure through her. Those small happy feelings lingered as she focused back on the screen.
By the 2nd OVA, the tingles of pleasure had become small ripples, like the tide as it slips up the shore, wearing at her consciousness with soft, insistent snugness, lulling her into a dazed sort calm at odds with rampant vampire violence.
By the 3rd OVA, she unbuttoned her pajama top, letting the air kiss her bare breasts and flush skin. Her nipples brushed beneath her shirt, two hard dark points that sent delicious tingles along her sleepy nerves with the rise and fall of every breath.
By the 4th OVA, Kas was barely awake, only half noticing the action on her computer screen, dimly aware of gentle, massaging pressure flexing against her lower body in cycles. The bottom of her feet. Her toes. Her calves. Her legs. Her thighs. Her rear. Her hips. Her crotch. Light and sweet, over and over again in a steady rhythm, while her body was wrapped in warmth from her scalp to her soles.
She woke from a doze several hours later, covered with a thin sweat and a trail of drool that ran from her mouth to her breast and down her body. She stood up stiff, wiped herself with her top before shrugging it onto the floor, fumbling off the lights, and crawling into bed, where she quickly fell asleep, unaware of the moisture between her legs.
As her breathing slowed and her body stayed still, the purple hose soaked up Kas's dampness, and quietly began to spread up her body, waistband rising, swallowing her stomach, then her breasts, rising to her shoulders and coating all the way down to her fingertips. The waistband came to rest around her neck, a thread collar.
Kas woke up without opening her eyes, feeling heavy and toasty and wonderful. Her body tingled, and her hands roamed, marveling. Caressing. Pinching. Fingering. Playing. Pleasure pouring into her brain as much from her palms and fingers as from her skin. She sucked in a little breath as a sensual wave thrummed through her, coming free in a happy sigh.
Then Kas threw back her covers and saw her body, covered in transparent purple and elastic sheen. She threw up her hands.
"Oh DAAmmmthatsgoooood~" She couldn't help but let her tongue loll as the fabric leeched out her anger with a buzzing pressure lodged between her legs and in her chest, demanding attention. The suit seemed to vibrate, tugging at the tips of her fingers, and Kas let them do what was natural, moaning as she fondled her breasts.
Are they big- "AH!" Kas lost her train of thought with a start as every inch of the nylon covering her pressed against her skin, releasing a sudden jolt of pleasure that made her hair tingle and her muscles clench with delight. When it was over, her hands lingered on her chest, pinching, holding and squeezing at her full, perfect pearls, wallowing in sensual, thoughtless bliss.
In time, Kas became aware of insistent heat along her body, strongest at the bottom of her feet, and weakest at her head and back. Feeling little tugs towards her feet, she cautiously moved her hands from her body, the suit rewarding her with contracting ripples that emulated her tugging. As she reached towards the foot of her bed, her fingers, hands, and arms all gradually grew warmer, soaking in pleasure. She started crawling, and suddenly her front felt better as her feet were behind her. The closer she came to her bedroom door, the more the nylon covering her made her buzz with pleasure. Off her bed, she stepped forward, and forward, and every step sent a new wave to envelop her, each one better than the last.
She was in the living room. As her eyes locked on to the large box, still lying open on the floor, the suit pinched her pointed nipples, invisibly tugging them, while behind her, the nylon seemed to be wedging itself up in between her pale cheeks. She knew something was going to happen to her when she reached the box, but the purple covering her drowned her in arousal, until even the thought of taking another step closer made her mouth water, the droplets falling on her only making her feel even better. She stepped again, feeling convulsive pleasure between her legs that grew stronger and spread further with every closing meter, until at last Kas stood in front of the box, damp with sweat all over, and wetness on the insides of her legs.
Her knees heated, and she kneeled down onto the floor. She felt pulling on her hands, and she reached in, plucking out the packing material to reveal a plush bottom to the box, with the other sides being metal and mechanical. She touched herself as she stood over the box, feeling like invisible waves of pure ecstasy were flowing from the open box as her suit kneaded and nudged at her, twisting with unspoken instructions.
Do I? Should I? Can I…oh…really say no?
One final squeeze against her body forced out the last of her resistance, and she obeyed the subtle twisting of the pulm-colored body covering, twisting so that she rested on her back as she crawled into the box, and gasped as a tide of orgasms filled her, while the lid of the box mechanically swung closed and latched, leaving her in complete darkness. Kas felt a pin-prick of panic, but then the pantyhose that had grown to cover her rippled along her skin, soothing and reassuring her.
Unable to see, Kas was aware of even the tiniest motions of the suit. It moved in waves from the inside of her thighs to outside, and she unconsciously spread her legs. The bottom of her arms felt extra weight, and she laid them against the bottom of the box, one on each side. The hose rewarded Kas with a steady, rhythmic massage all over her body, from toes to collar-like neckband, while soft white noise began to fill the tiny space. Pacified by the nylon, Kas laid still while the sound filled her head, blanketing the few sex-soaked thoughts she had with a buzz until there was nothing but static. No longer aware, her empty head absorbed the pleasure and the quiet hum passively, able to think or move beyond the involuntary twitches of her muscles. Her mouth hung open in the dark without her notice.
Something long and cold slid down her throat, and her mouth closed on reflex, full of metal, but her breathing remained slow and untroubled. There was a pneumatic sound, and there were many small pinchings as something started to be forced up over her feet, while the bodystocking made her unthinking muscles move in cooperation. As the thing traveled up her body, she was no longer in contact with the velvet bottom of the box, legs stiff and suspended, touching nothing but the hose and the pressure against it. Her torso followed. Then her arms. All the unthinking parts, held firmly in place. At the end, if Kas had been able to think, she might have recognized the feeling of latex pressed against her face, forcing down her hair, secretly allowing her to breathe, She might have recognized the hiss of gas before she finally fell unconscious.
On the other side of town, a girl sat at her computer with gray hair, pulled into a sloppy pony tail, staring at walls of text with blue eyes behind large round glasses. She scrolled with one hand, and rested her chin on the other as she sighed.
"Stupid homework. It's too quiet by myself, I wanted to hang out—"
Then came the thud at the door. The girl got up, curious. She opened the door to see a large, solid black box standing up outside it. She dragged it inside, and after some fiddling, she popped the top and let out a squee.
"Yayarations! My plushy hug friend doll!" She pulled the upper half of the life-size doll so that it appeared to sit up-right in the box. "Wow! It really does look like Kas though. Mmmmmm" She wrapped her arms around the toy with a happy squeeze, burying her head in oversized boobs overlaid with a cowprint outfit. "You are sooooo squishy! Ahhhh~" She hugged again, nestling against the plushy body with joy. "I bet Kas will get a laugh out of the 'cowgirl' design. Oh, I can't wait to see her again!" The girl squeezed the plushy stomach one more time, and a silly, electric voice played out from around the doll's mouth.
"I love moo!"
"Oh my god! That is AMAZING!" Inside the plushy suit, Kas sat, inert and mindless, bathed in nylon bliss while the recorder in her mouth played the same phrase every time the touch of her owner reached through the plushsuit to brush the hose on the inside.
my entry to Rosvo's contest. You all finally get something a little on the saucy side again after I've been gone FOREVER. Yeah, sorry about that.
The girl at the end is Bri, an original character I created and own. Rosvo has been kind enough to draw her a few times in the past^^.
Also, for those that want GOOD END: -The brainwashing wears off about a day after Kas gets taken out of the box. After rejuvenation, and a scolding about ordering things over the internet, everything goes back to normal. Also: cookies. BECAUSE GOOD END.
Finally, Kas belongs to Rosvo, Bri is mine, and a nod to sleepymaid, who I blatantly stole the hose idea from, as well as one of the other contest entries, that made me think of plushies.
Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed . P.S. Enjoy a round of Spot the Shout Out (no points for the Hellsing reference)
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More