"Can you believe how annoying he was?" asked Lynda, making her way out of the group of people half-blocking the exit of the over-crowded club. On that Halloween night, the clubs were packed by costumed peopled. She, herself, was wearing a princess-like dress.

"Damn... Can you believe the smell?" asked Valerie, who was wearing a pirate costume, complete with an eyepatch. and a false wooden leg, a boot she had made with foam and painted with wood effect.

"Oh, can you believe how cute he was?" asked Karen, who was not in costume at all, sporting running shoes, very loose fitting jeans and a loose fitting halter-shirt.

Valerie and Lynda turned to her with a WTF expression.

"Whaaaat?? Well... yes, he was annoying and smelly, but so cuuuute," she said, raising her shoulder and squishing her arms against her body, smiling. "And he was so cute in his tiiiight Superman costume.

"Seriously? Karen, you're too drunk to make clear decision. And that was a Wolverine costume... Come on, let's find another club, less crowdy." said Lynda, leading the way, followed by Valerie. She turned around to see Karen stumbling to walk relatively straight, but heavily leaning to her left.

"I don't think that's a good idea to have her with us any longer," she said to Lynda, then turning to Karen, "You should go home, Karen. You've had enough for one night," said Valerie.

"No. I want to party aaaaaall night," she said, "And it... Oooo, not even midnight WoooHooo!"

"Then, no more drinks," said Lynda, "or I'll be getting you home."

"Duuuuh! Party kiiiller!" slurred back Karen.

Lynda turned around, facing her, feet firmly on the ground, arms crossed. She was getting her message through loud and clear. Karen stopped and stumbled to stand straight.

"Uh... okay... I'll take only water..."

Lynda turned around and began to walk, still not smiling.

"... with some vodka in it..." mumbled Karen, giggling, as she tried to follow, but stumbling as she was, she leaned to the left and... walked to the left, hitting a woman, spilling her drink on herself and on Karen.

"Hey, get... get out of my way!" said Karen to the woman.

"Excuse me?" said the woman, stunned and slightly brushing her green outfit, including her leather-like pants, with her hand, keeping what was left of her drink in the air, away from Karen's flapping hands. "I think you should head home, lady." she said, with a harsher tone.

"Pfffft" Mind your own business..." answered Karen.

Lynda and Valerie were arriving back.

"Karen! What the hell... Oh shit. Sorry. She had too much to drink."

"She should head home," said the woman.

"We're trying but, well..." said Lynda, gesturing how unable they were, and that they were also not clean. Not as drunk as Karen but that have had quite a few drinks themselves.

"Why do you excuses yourself? She's the one in the way, that..." said Karen, looking at the woman's obvious costume with a high collar and horns on her head. "That's a... witch! Ha, Ha! A witch... or a bitch... Ha, Ha, Ha!!! A bwitch!!"

"Shut up, Karen," said Valerie, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her.

"But look! She's a bitch witch... She's a bwitch!!" kept repeating Karen as she was dragged away.

Ten minutes later, they reached another club, which seemed less crowdy. The doorman stopped them.

"Hello ladies. Too much to drink already?" he asked.

"What? No, no," said Lynda, "but she has..." they said pointing at Karen.

The doorman sighs.

"I'll let you in if you watch over her. No more to drink for her or you'll be out, the three of you."

"We'll try out best. Come on, Karen," said Valerie.

But the doorman stopped her.

"That's $20 to get in."

"Fucking what?" asked Karen, Lynda and Valerie turning around.;

"Why?" asked Lynda while seeing the big poster the doorman was pointing at.

HALLOWEEN NIGHT SPECIAL. $20 COVER CHARGE. FREE ADMISSION IF YOU'RE IN COSTUME.

"Shit... I... I am in costume!" said Karen. "I'm dressed as... as... a university student!" she said, smiling at the doorman. Not only smiling, rubbing herself at him like a cat in heat.

"Nope, lady. That doesn't count. Costume or $20."

"Fuck you, I'm not paying $20 to get inside a pub. Come on, girls."

Lynda looked back at Valerie who had already got in, then at Karen. "Sorry, Karen. The music is good and the atmosphere feels perfect. You pay or you go home. I'm not covering for you anymore," she said, getting inside, leaving Karen alone, outside.

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"FUCK YOU!" said Karen, turning around, and stumbling against someone, dressed with a black lace shirt... slightly damped. She looked up. "You again? What do you want bwitch! Why do you follow me?"

The woman, with a stern look pushed Karen aside and was about to enter.

"Yeah, let that bwtich in, she's only wearing a fucking dress!"

"It's a witch costume, lady," politely but sternly said the doorman. "Get yourself a costume or it's $20, and in either case, it's no more drinks for you."

The woman in the witch costume turned around, suddenly smiling, looking straight at Karen. It was as if all the sounds around them had disappeared. They were alone.

"You want a costume?" asked the woman. "There's a costume shop right on that alley. I'm sure they'll have something right for you," she said, then as suddenly as it seemed to appear, the noise of the street and the club was back on.

Karen blinked a few times but the... bwitch had disappeared inside the club. She stumbled for a moment, then tried to head for the alley.

"Costume shop, she said? Let's find it."

The sound of the club disappeared as she entered the dark alley. There, about 30m away, there was some light. Something was intermittent blinking. Stumbling, she walked to get closer. A small neon "costume shop" sign was blinking randomly, as if about to burn out.

She looked right, left, down at the ground which seemed to move, then back up.

"Yep... I'm not dreaming... It's there!" she spurted out as she pushed the door. She entered. The store was filled with clothing racks. Empty clothing racks. "What the fuck?"

"Hello," said a voice of a woman from the other end of the store, partly hidden by the cloth racks. The empty clothes racks. Karen did a double-take as she appeared to come out from... nowhere, like if she had just walked through the walls. "Sorry, I don't have much choices left. It's Halloween night after all."

"Fuck... Is there... anything left at all?" said Karen, approaching the woman, still standing near the back of the store. She was wearing a silky purple dress. It looked like a fantasy sorceress costume. But there was something... odd about her. Karen frowned.

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"Do I know you?" she asked, her eyes blinking, half closed in the harsh lights of the shop.

"I don't think so," calmly answered the woman. "So... what do I have left? I have a Smurfette... ah no, kid size. Okay, I have an inflatable dinosaur costume, and..."

"No. Not those inflatable things. i want something... sexy. unique. Do you have... Supergirl?"

"Uh... No, sorry. I do have a Catwoman-like costume, tho."

"Oh, yes, Catwoman. That's a good one, you know with the cat ears and the whip. Yes, can I see that one?"

"Not exactly," said the woman, walking to a rack, "but as I said, it's catwoman-like," she added picking up the very shiny black suit. "This is it. There are no stitching like the real catwoman costume. It's basically a black suit with boots and a corset..." she said, showing the accessories, then she reached for a shelve on top, "and for the cat head, all I have is this. It's a motorcycle helmet with cat ears."

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Karen took the helmet in her hands.

"You call that a Catwoman costume?" said Karen, shocked.

"No, I call that a Catwoman-like costume. It has the feel of the Catwoman, with the full body suit and the corset, and the helmet with cat ears, but it's not, technically, a costume depicting the Catwoman from the Batman series." she said, picking the helmet from Karen's hands and putting it back on a shelve on top of the rack. "I mean, a catsuit isn't really a cat suit. It's just a full body leotard, so, technically, this one is a shiny black full body leotard, with a corset, boots and a cat-like motorcycle helmet."

Karen stared at her like she had just spoken a totally alien language.

"Uh???"

The woman lost her smile.

"That's all I have. And since it's so close to the end of Halloween, I'll rent it to you for One dollar."

"One dollar. Seriously? What's the catch?" asked Karen, looking at the suit, "And what's this... fabric?"

"It's latex and there's no catch. Only one rule: you have to bring it back before the end of Halloween, otherwise it will be... full price." she said, her face making a devilish grin quickly seemed to wipe off with a gesture of her hand in front of her face.

"Ugh... Okay, I'll take it," said Karen, picking the suit off the rack. "Where's the zipper? How the heck to you put that thing on?" she asked, turning from all sides.

"It's called a neck entry catsuit. But first, you need to put on special underwear," said the woman, offering Karen two rubber-like silver pieces of clothing: a bra and panties.

"They look cool," said Karen, starting to undress right in the store. The woman didn't seemed to mind at all. She let Karen get completely naked then helped her put the silver underwear.

"That thing is cold. Feels like metal. Rubber metal... metallic rubber... rubmetal," said Karen, giggling at her own.... joke.

The woman then handed her the suit, stretching the collar to show her.

"Just put your feet in the opening and work it up your leg then body."

Karen lift one leg and tried to put it into the narrow neck opening, but of course, drunk as she was, her balance was totally off and she quickly leaned backward and was about to fall when the woman catch her.

"Here, let me help you," she said.

For Karen, it was a blur. The first thing she knew was the suit was on her. She was feeling the rather cold material over her body, tightly squeezing her, from the toe socks to the attached gloves. Everything fit to perfection and was quite tight. And the feeling? Fantastic, especially since it seemed to warm up quite quickly.

"Now, we'll fit the corset over it, shall we?" said the woman, wrapping the waist chincer-like garment around her waist, and began to pull the lacing, tighter and tighter.

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"Oooo. That's enough. You can stop," said Karen.

"Only one more cm to go. It will look better if closed," she said yanking it tighter.

Karen complained but one cm didn't seemed that much so she waited for the woman to tie the lacing.

"Let's put the boots on, now." said the woman, picking a pair of black booties, with pointed toes and a 4cm high heel. She slid them over Karen's latex coated feet and they fit perfectly.

"Look at that! Just my size.. It's like... magic," giggled Karen.

"Yes, like magic," mumbled the woman, quickly hiding her devilish grin again.

Karen was turning around in front of the mirror, admiring her new shiny curves.

"Wow, this latex is so smooth and shiny!" she said, rubbing her hand on her hips and buttocks. "Looks fantastic,"

"Yes, it does. Now, we should put on the hood."

"The hood?" asked Karen, searching at the back of her head for the classic hood of a cloak.

"This," said the woman, showing what looked like a balaclava.

"But...why? There is already the cat helmet, right?"

"Yes, but this still has to go in. This helmet is hot and people would sweat in it, and it's pretty much impossible to clean, so that hood keep it clean."

"Oh, yeah... I think," said Karen as the woman stretched the hood and pulled it over Karen's head. It was a very tight fit, squishing her head, leaving only holes for her eyes, two small holes for her nostrils and a slit at her mouth. It was so tight that it was forcing her mouth shut, and opening it demanded work.

The woman stuffed the rather large yoke under the collar of the suit and smoothed out all the wrinkles.

"Perfect. Now, let's try the helmet, shall we?"

She helped Karen with it. It was a struggle to put on, as it was lined with more latex, but a little talk powder and it slid down easily. The fact that in was lined in latex sort of made wearing the hood pointless but it went way over Karen's drunken head.

The helmet wasn't closing with a strap, like a regular motorcycle helmet, but rather with two halves of a doughnut, one half in front, the other in the back, that linked together as they were folded in, trapping her head and squishing it even more. Once in it, Karen could barely speak.

"There. Perfection. That will be one dollar," said the woman, extending a hand.

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Karen fetched her wallet and gave her the dollar then headed out, her walking being less steady than before, thanks to the heels, although quite low, the tight outfit, the corset and the helmet, screwing her vision and her sense of balance. The woman looked at Karen go with a weird, almost demonic smile.

She headed for the doorman who couldn't recognised her with her costume, who happily let her in.

The place was crowded and she had a hard time finding her friends, thanks to the tinted visor of the helmet. She finally found them. Lynda was dancing with a guy and Valerie was sitting at a table, in a remote corner of the room, chatting with a guy.

Karen took a seat at the table and Valerie looked at her, puzzled.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, staring at the helmet.

Karen giggled and opened the visor of the helmet while stating her name, but the noise, plus the dampening effect of the hood and the helmet made it very unclear. But her eyes were speaking.

"Karen? Is that you?"

She nodded yes.

"Fuck! Where did you find that... that... costume? And... who are you?"

Karen screamed "catwoman" while pinching her cat hears on her helmet.

"Wait. Catwoman? What kind of catwoman is that?"

Karen shuddered. She didn't really cared for the costume apart the fact that she got in for free, and since the doorman didn't recognised her, she could order some more booze.

She ordered a beer. By the time she got it, Lynda had gone off the dancing floor and was at the table, puzzled at that newcomer, even with her helmet off.

"What the fuck Karen?"

"I got in for free, didn't I?" she answered, taking a sip, impaired by the slit only on her hood. She spilled some of it on her shiny breasts and thighs. "Oh well, it's not like it's going to stain or something..." she said, taking a larger gulp, still spilling some of it on her.

The music stopped and a woman cleared the dance floor, holding a microphone.

"Okay everyone. It's, hum... a quarter to midnight. Time to have our little contest for Halloween before it's over. First place, $500, second $300 and third $100. All those who wants to participate come on the floor. If you get tapped on your shoulder by me or my assistant," she explained as two guy joined her on the floor, "that means that you're out. We're keeping the last five for the finals. Come on everybody, let's party!!" she said, turning off the mic.

The music blasted and the floor filled with participants. Lynda, Valerie and their dates, rushed to the floor, with Karen trailing behind, struggling to get her helmet back on before joining them.

Those with minimal costumes, like just a mask, an accessory or make-up were quickly eliminated. Followed those who didn't seemed to have spent too much time creating one. Karen was one of them. After all, she was wearing a black catsuit, a corset and a motorcycle helmet with cat ears. Not really a costume.

It pissed her off, so she after a few moments, she was back on the floor, being flagged out again. And a third time. This time the doorman got involved and took her by the shoulder and gently pushing her out of the dance floor without loosing his grip.

"You are OUT! Do NOT come back or I'll throw you out of the club. And you're not difficult to make out!" he said, looking at her from head to toe.

Frustrated, she walked out to the table. Lynda and Valerie were still on the floor. Their costumes were quite elaborated, having made them themselves. It showed, compared to the store-bought or rented ones.

She let herself drop on one of the stools, wincing and grabbing her waist. It seemed tighter than it was, and also... wider? Nah, silly. She tried to take off her helmet but although she pushed and pushed the release button, she couldn't get the mechanism to release.

She was getting even more frustrated as Lynda and Valerie were still on the floor. They were now part of the last 25... The last 20... The last 15... The last 10!!!

"FUCK YOU!" yelled Karen through her helmet, which cut out most of it. And now, something seemed to detach from the helmet. There was something pushing at her lips, like a piece of rubber had fallen off. She tried to take it off, but the closing mechanism blocked all access. From the eye ports, it wasn't any better, the helmet was touching her face everywhere except around her nose and mouth.

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She squirmed on her chair. She was either getting bloated or that corset thing was getting smaller. She reached for the lacing and tried to loosen it but somehow, she seemed to have made the knot even tighter and couldn't release it.

The votes were beginning! Lynda was eliminated but Valerie, with her pirate costume won the third place!

They stayed on the dance floor, with their new acquaintances and left Karen there. She decided that she would have more fun with them than pouting at the table, so she headed for the dance floor. She stumbled forward, falling on a nearby table, spilling their drinks.

"Hey! Be careful, jack-ass!" yelled a man.

Karen tried to excuse herself and looked down at what could have thrown her off balance. Damn, was she dreaming or what? Those boots. They now had a high heel, at least 10cm! Where the hell did that came from? Was she... growing heels?

She reached the dance floor, stumbling, trying to walk with those high heels. She never wore high heels before so it was a new experience, and being drunk didn't helped.

She continued to dance and even tried to drink her beer with a straw but she couldn't reach her mouth. And whatever was loosening inside the helmet was now entering her mouth, keeping it partly opened.

By 01:00, she had enough and she left her friends there to head back home. She called for a cab and when she got in, she saw someone staring at her, with a devilish smile.

"Oh, fuck that bwitch!" she mumbled, trying to give her address to the driver. By then, she was sure, her corset had grew tighter and longer and her heels were also so high she could barely walk.

Stumbling, she reached her apartment on the third floor of the building. She tried once again to take off the helmet but couldn't. Damn, she was sure her heels kept growing, as well as the corset, getting taller and tighter, and she couldn't feel her breasts anymore, as if the silver bra had turned rigid, almost like steel. She felt a similar thing at her crotch, like her panties got changed to steel. She was so tired that she simply let herself fall, face first, on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

Her night was not restful. She twisted and turned. She dreamed she was on some sort of... torture table or bed, being stretched out. From a mirror over her, she could see herself, still wearing that strange Catwoman costume. Her mouth was kept forced opened and filled with some sort of rubber-like goo. She could see the outline of a steel bra and steel panties, like a chastity bra and belt she saw on some post on social media. Strange chains were linking her wrists and ankles and pulling them to the corner of the bed, stretching her in a spread eagle position, and getting tighter... and tighter... and way tighter.

She squirmed. Somehow, this felt good. Something was moving at her crotch. IN her crotch. She tried to look down but the helmet, which had somehow grown a stiff and wide collar, kept her head straight, unable to move up down or sideways.

But there was something there. And it was moving. It was... oh, it felt so good. That was a dream to remember! She had no clue where her brain had picked up the idea but she liked it, and wanted more.

The devices at her crotch began to vibrate, to hump, to twist, even to give her little electrical shocks. And her now sensitive nipples were also being teased and tormented. A pinching feeling, a shock feeling. Damn, it felt so good. And the more she struggled, the more her restraints seemed to tighten. She felt the latex compressed her skin it felt awesome. She was getting aroused. Very aroused. She was feeling an orgasm like never before. She twisted and turned, only to be denied any movements. The shortness of breath created by the corset aroused even more. Yes, the orgasm was there, growing and just as it was about to explode, she couldn't breath! Her air had been cut-off.

She exploded, 1000 times more powerfully than she had ever experienced. Her mind was filled with fireworks, exploding, sending their shockwaves throughout her body. Every cells of her body, of her skin was living the orgasm.

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She screamed. She was screaming, but no sound came out. Her body was fighting the restraints, but they were not giving up which increased her orgasm to a level she never thought possible.

Gradually, slowly, it subsided, and her drunken brain, along with her exhaustion had the best of her and she fell asleep. Wait... wasn't she already asleep? Falling asleep in a dream. How weird. She was smiling. Well, her brain was.

The sun was shining over her, getting into her eyes. She blinked. Damn, she had kept her sunshades on? She could see the sun but through a dark lense. And there was something in her mouth. Huge. She tried to spit it out but couldn't. She tried to move but couldn't. She was tied up, spread on her bed without any room to move!

Panicking, she tried to look what was happening, feeling the heavy motorcycle helmet on her head.

"Oh, shoot. I fell asleep with the damn costume on!" she realized. But... who tied her up. She pulled on her restrained wrists and... they came easily and freely, as if the restraints had suddenly disappeared. Same with her legs. She tried to get up. It was not easy. The suit was very thick and extremely tight.

"Damn, I drank too much last night..." she mumbled, taking her head in her hands, well, her helmet in her hands.

She tried to take it off but again, the mechanism refused to work. But something was also strange. Yes, she was drunk when she put that suit on but it was way thinner than that and not as tight. And it was only a waist chincer, not something that was covering her from her hips to her breasts. And she didn't had... steel underwear! As far as her drunken mind remembered.

She felt them through the thick layer of latex. Yes, steel. A steel bra and steel panties. How the heck? And especially, how to heck does she takes this off?

Her head was pounding. She closed her eyes and let herself drop back on the mattress, moaning. She fell asleep again, only to wake up close to an hour later: her bladder was sounding the alarm.

Half asleep, she got up and dragged herself to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let herself relax. Yes, that was a relief. She also heard the plop of a number 2 hitting the water. She reached for the toilet paper and stopped. She looked at her hand. Her latex coated hand. She realised she was still wearing the helmet, the suit but... what about the steel underwear? How could she...

She got up in one gesture, her feet slipping under her and falling hard on the floor, feeling said steel underwear hitting the tiled floor.

She looked down, her eyes widening.

"Where the fuck are my feet?" she thought, seeing only pointed legs. She bent one knee and saw the boots. It looked like a ballet shoe with a heel.

She looked to her right, inside the toilet. There it was, the yellow water and the log she pushed out. She reached for her crotch with her hands but all she could feel was a thick latex layer over the thick steel crotch band of the panties.

"I have to get out of this thing!" she said, pulling as hard as she could on the helmet, which only stretched her neck. She stumbled to get back up, suddenly realising how she had to stand, puzzled about how she was able to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom with those on in the first place.

She managed to hold her balance and approached the mirror of the vanity. She was looking... weird. A black body with large very firm breasts, and that large helmet head with cat ears.

She worked the release mechanism but without more luck. She tried to find the seam between the suit and the hood, but couldn't. It was as if it had fused into one single suit. And more, something thick and restricting was now circling her neck.

"Ah, scissors!" she thought. She didn't give a damn about that suit. Struggling but quickly getting the hang of it, way faster than she thought possible especially she never really wore high heels before, she walked to the kitchen to retrieve her scissors. With a weird smile, behind the helmet and through her filled, forced opened mouth she pinched the latex around her left arm to find some slack. Well, she tried. The suit was so thick and so tight that she could barely pinch anything. And it was too slippery to do so anyway. She took the pointy side of the scissors and carefully nudged it against the latex layer, pushing firmly on it to create a bulge. And she pushed. And pushed. The tip was pushing the suit inside but... was not going through.

"Ah, come on!!"

But trying as she might, it wouldn't go through.

She took her carving knife. That had a sharp end! She poke it to the suit and pushed. Pushed. Pushed hard. Very hard. Suddenly, the handle broke and her hand slipped on the blade.

"SHIT" her brain screamed as she let go of everything, frantically looking at her hands, expecting blood to pour out, but... nothing. Not even a scratch on her latex coated hand!

"What the fuck?"

She tried her chef's knife: nothing. She tried her hobby scalpel: nothing.

"What is this thing?" she asked herself.

She figured that she had to return to that boutique, to talk to the owner. Maybe she had the key.

She had two mode of transportation: public transport or her motorcycle.

"Well, that suit looks indestructible, and you're already wearing a helmet, so..."

She headed out and down to the parking garage. Shoot! Someone was in the stairs. What should do? Hide? Where? Anyway, nobody would know who she was.

It was Carl, her neighbour! Damn. He looked at her smiling.

"Good day for a ride, hey?" he casually said, as if all was perfectly normal.

"Yeah, it is," she answered.

But... where did that came from? She thought it but...she didn't say it, her mouth was still full yet... she heard it! She continued and reached the parking. She walked, the creaking of her rubber suit and the clicking of her extreme heels were reverberating within the concrete enclosure. She reached her bike and mounted it. Damn, those steel... panties were making things difficult, and that was not counting the corset.

She started the engine and slowly drove off but something was off. The bike was sliding. She stopped and looked at the back wheel: a flat tire.

"Oh, come on!" she said. "Now what?"

She looked around. Perhaps someone was coming and would drive her there but... nobody was inside the underground parking. She walked around, her clicking heels reverberating on the concrete walls.

"Oh... Really?" she said as she looked at that pink bicycle. It wasn't locked. "Well, I'm only borrowing it and... this is an emergency," she said to herself, grabbing the bicycle and mounting it.

She began to pedal. Oh, damn! With the toys and her belt resting on the seat, and her feet, in those weird boots. Every cycle was... stimulating. She was quickly realising that she would have a problem. A big problem. She could feel every bump of the road though her steel underwear, transmitted directly to whatever was filling her holes. Every bump, every crack, and taking that cobblestone short-cut street was a bad idea. A really, REALLY bad idea. She tried to run standing up but with those heels it was impossible.

Oh, gosh! Oh damn! Oh... FUCK! There, a gas station. She was about to explode. She was about to have an orgasm, right then and there! She had to cool off but... how? Every movements turned her on.

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Then she saw it. The automatic car wash. No, not the one with the rotating brushes, the one with the high pressure water jets. She didn't think twice. She roee to the self-serve kiosk and bought a wash and headed for the car wash.

An attendant saw her and ran to stop her but it was too late. She entered the car wash and the water jets were turned on.

She felt the powerful jets on her latex skin. She felt the temperature of the water, she felt the pressure of it, but not the water itself. It was as if she was... separated from what was going on.

However, she wanted to cool off. Instead, those jets, all over her body, only made her hornier, and when they hit her crotch, and at the same time, her chest, although she was isolated by bands of steel, she could feel the vibrations through it, on her breasts, her nipples, her crotch, which were transmitted through the inserts.

The vibration of everything just threw her off! She exploded. She orgasmed while being sprayed by high pressure water jets. The attendant thought she was in distress, he was about to hit the emergency stop button, but something told him not to do it. A feeling? Voiced in her head? Maybe the way she was hanging to her bike, he let her go.

A few moments later, she was riding off the car wash booth, all cleaned and shiny. Well, she took the full wash including hot wax, after all...

That orgasm actually cooled her off in some way. She had to ride a couple of blocks before she started to be aroused again. but by that time, she had reached the club and she turned into the alley. She stopped where she remembered the store to be but it was an empty place. She unmounted from her bicycle to have a closer look and... it was a costume store again. This time, the racks were full of costumes!

She froze there for a moment before heading inside.

"You!" she said, pointing at the woman. "You... you... You are the... witch!" she said, or rather mumbled behind her gag.

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The woman laughed. Her purple fantasy sorcerer costume changed for the same one she had the night before, her flat boots being replaced by high heel boots.

"Yes I am. I'm the bitch witch. the... bwitch." she said, smiling wildly, then her smile vanishing and she became stern and severe looking again. "How do you like your costume?" she said, adding a little evil laugh.

"You tricked me!... Wait... How can you hear me what I say when I can't even hear it myself?"

"Magic, my dear Karen. Yes, I know your name. The suit is magic. You can see it. You can feel it, but only you can. For everybody else, except me, of course, you look perfectly normal, wearing what you would normally wear. They can hear your thoughts like if you were speaking."

"But... why?"

"I think you need a lesson in respect and narcissism. I told you that you had to take the suit off before the end of Halloween."

"But..."

"Halloween ended at midnight. It's now... close to noon. You will have to take it off, during the next Halloween, before the end of it, otherwise it will stay on for another year," she said, laughing loudly. A very evil laugh.

It took a moment for Karen to realise her predicament. One year of this?

"Yes, my dear," continued the witch with a devilish giggle. "And there's more. The suit will make your stay as uncomfortable as it could get. You want it looser, it will tighten. You want it thinner, it will thickened. And, oh, don't ask for it to be tighter expecting it will get looser. On the contrary, it will get even thicker and... wait... what are you doing?"

Karen had her eyes closed. She was thinking. The suit was getting thicker. The corset was getting tighter. The inserts were getting larger, and more powerful. She collapsed on the ground, having the most powerful orgasm she thought possible. Suddenly felt her arms being dragged along her body, forced behind it. She rolled on her stomach, feeling the hard cups of her steel bra hitting the ground. Her legs were drawn together as rope appeared, wrapping them tightly, folding them at the knees while her arms were being tied together on her back, elbow touching, and stretching out, reaching her folding legs.

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"Noooo! Nooo! That's not how it works! That's not how it supposed to work. This is wrong!!! You're supposed to suffer!" was screaming the witch.

Karen was quickly being engulfed into a tight hogtie, increasing the power of the orgasm. Her breathing was cut off, which sent her over the edge of whatever cliff she was on, and she fell down, floating into a sea or orgasm, while she faintly heard the witch screamed that it was not supposed to be that way.

Ah, that... bwitch! She just played herself!

Karen last thought before the orgasm short-circuited her brain was... "One year? How about two... or three...?"