I can’t believe I actually did it. I walked into that store, I picked out the suit, and I paid for it with cash like some kind of secret agent. The girl behind the counter didn’t even blink. I guess pink latex bunny suits aren’t the weirdest thing she’s seen. But my hands were shaking the whole time, and when I got back to my car I just sat there for ten minutes staring at the bag.
Now I’m standing in the middle of a pine forest at dawn, dew soaking through my sneakers, and I’m holding the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever owned. The latex is smooth and cool in my hands, catching the early light like something from a dream. The ears are attached to a headband, long and floppy, and the tail is a poofy puff of pink faux fur. The suit itself is a high-cut leotard with no straps and no back. It’s going to cling to me like a second skin.
I find a flat rock and set everything down. My fingers tremble as I take off my clothes. The morning air is cold against my bare skin and I shiver, hugging myself. I step into the suit and pull it up my legs. The latex is cool at first, almost startling, and it squeaks softly as I tug it over my hips. The suit is cut high, so high, and as I pull it up over my ass the latex slides right up between my cheeks. I’ve never felt anything like it, the cool material nestling into the cleft of my ass like it belongs there. I adjust and wiggle, and the latex rides up even further, pressing snug against my pussy from behind. I pull the suit up over my chest and smooth it over my shoulders and the front sucks tight against my body. The latex is already warming, conforming to every fold and crease, and I can feel my pussy lips through the thin material. I’ve never been this aware of my own body. Every breath makes the suit shift and squeak. I clip on the tail and the puff of fur settles right against my asshole, the softness a strange contrast to the tight latex. I slide the ears into my hair and catch my reflection in a puddle. I look like a pink alien who got lost in the woods.
But I don’t take it off. I just stand there, breathing. The suit is warming faster now, pulling tight against my small frame. I can feel every inch of it. The way it grips my waist, the way it’s wedged between my ass cheeks, the way it presses flat and snug against my pussy. And I can’t help it. The thought just pops out.
“I wish I had bigger tits.”
The words hang in the air for half a second and then something happens. A warmth blooms inside the latex, concentrated at my chest, and I gasp. My hands fly up and I feel it. I feel them growing. The latex stretches and strains as my chest swells outward, the material creaking in protest. I watch in shock as my tiny frame sprouts the most massive tits I have ever seen. They’re enormous. They push against the latex and the suit stretches to accommodate them, clinging to every new curve. They’re impossibly large on my small body and yet they feel real. Heavy. Warm. The suit pulls even tighter everywhere else as it stretches to cover my new chest, and the latex between my legs goes from snug to suctioned. I cup my new tits in my hands and my brain short-circuits.
“Oh my god.”
I squeeze them and a startled laugh escapes me. They’re so big. They’re so ridiculously, impossibly, wonderfully big. My nipples are hard against the inside of the latex and I can see them pressing through the material, two distinct points in the shiny pink surface. I run my thumbs over them and a jolt of pleasure shoots straight down between my legs. I gasp and squeeze my thighs together and the latex squelches against my pussy. I can feel how wet I’m getting. The suit is pulling tight against my slit and the pressure is making me dizzy.
I start walking. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t care. The suit pulls me forward, or maybe it’s just my own curiosity finally unchained. Every step is a revelation. My tits bounce and sway with each footfall, the weight of them shifting my balance, and every bounce sends a ripple through the latex that travels down my body and settles right between my legs. The latex is pressed so tight against my pussy that I can feel my own lips through it, can feel the material slipping slightly as I get wetter. Each step shifts the latex against my clit and I have to stop and catch my breath because I didn’t know anything could feel like this. I’ve never touched myself. I’ve never let myself. And now I can’t stop feeling it.
I lean against a pine tree and the bark presses into my back through the thin latex. The rough texture drags across the smooth material and the friction makes me shudder. I arch into it, pressing harder, and the suit pulls even tighter between my legs. I can feel the latex riding up, settling into the crease of my pussy, the thin material outlining every fold. I shift my hips against the tree and the bark drags across the latex with a long slow squeak, and the vibration travels through the suit and into my skin. My hand drifts down almost without thinking and I press my palm flat against my pussy through the latex. The heat is incredible. I’m so warm and swollen through the thin material and I can feel the wetness pooling inside the suit. I rub slowly and the latex slides against my skin, slick with my own arousal, and the sensation is so intense my knees buckle.
I reach back and grab the tail. I press it forward against my asshole and the soft fur creates a maddening contrast to the tight latex. The dual pressure, my hand on my pussy and the tail pressed against my ass, sends a wave of pleasure through me that makes me moan out loud. I’ve never made a sound like that. I didn’t know I could. I squeeze the tail against me and rub harder through the latex and my hips start moving on their own, grinding against my hand, the tree bark scraping my back, the latex squeaking and snapping with every motion. The suit is alive against my skin, pulling and releasing, stretching over my huge tits and wedging deeper into my ass with every roll of my hips.
I’m breathing hard when I finally pull myself away from the tree. My legs are shaky and the latex between my legs is warm and slick. I wander deeper into the forest, my hands unable to stay still. They keep returning to my tits, squeezing and lifting, my thumbs dragging across my nipples through the latex until I’m whimpering. Then they slide down my sides, tracing the tight material, and settle between my legs again. I walk with one hand pressed against my pussy, rubbing slow circles through the wet latex, and every step sends a pulse of pleasure through me. The suit is so tight here, so thin, and I can feel everything. My clit is swollen and sensitive and the latex catches on it with every movement.
I find a stream and crouch beside it, my legs spread, and the latex stretches tight across my pussy. I look at my reflection and I’m unrecognizable. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes bright, my lips parted. I trail my fingers through the cold water and then press them against my pussy through the latex and the contrast between the cool water and my hot skin makes me gasp. I rub the wet latex against myself and the sensation is electric. I consider making another wish but I stop myself. I want to see what the suit does on its own. I want to trust it.
As the afternoon wears on, the suit feels more alive. It clings tighter. It presses deeper into every crease and fold. It rides up into my ass until I can feel it wedged tight between my cheeks, the material snapping and squeaking with every step. It pulls taut against my pussy, outlining every curve, and every movement sends a pulse of pleasure through my clit. I find a clearing carpeted with soft moss and I lie down on my back. The cool damp moss against the latex is a shock and I arch off the ground, my huge tits straining against the suit, the latex creaking. I press my palms flat against my pussy and roll my hips, grinding against my hands. The pressure is incredible. The latex is so thin and so wet and I can feel my own heat radiating through it. I reach back and grab the tail and press it against my asshole while my other hand works between my legs, and the dual sensation makes me cry out. My hips buck and the suit squeaks and snaps and the sound echoes through the quiet forest. I grind harder, faster, the latex pulling and releasing with each motion, and I can feel something building inside me, something I’ve never felt before, something big and warm and terrifying and wonderful.
I don’t stop. I can’t stop. The suit won’t let me and I don’t want it to.
Night falls gradually, the sky darkening from gold to purple to deep blue. I’m lying in the moss, my hand still pressed between my legs, my body trembling with aftershocks. The suit hums against my skin, warm and tight and alive. I curl onto my side, the tail wedged against my ass, my hand cupping my pussy through the damp latex. My huge tits press into the moss beneath me. I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to take the suit off. I don’t want this day to end. The pines rustle overhead and the night wraps around me and I sleep, still touching myself, still discovering, still buzzing with pleasure I never knew existed.
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