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Commissioned work—thanks to everyone!
Illustrator: 空调成钛郎 (user/60437638)
You can view the different versions of the illustrations here: illust/107715622 illust/133460312 illust/138307943

Short story authors: mola (user/49261465) and myself (the author was too busy, so the proofreading was severely lacking; I ended up spending four hours fixing it myself)

It’s been a while~ It’s been nearly two years since I last posted anything. To explain briefly, I came to Japan to work last year, but after three months I felt the company wasn’t up to scratch and started looking for a new job. Once I’d finally settled into the new company, I had to go through the visa renewal process because I’d only been granted a one-year visa for my first year (most likely because the first company really wasn’t up to scratch…). It wasn’t until last week that I finally secured a five-year visa, which has finally allowed my life to settle down.

As for this piece, I actually commissioned it with the idea of ‘writing some text to go with the two sets of illustrations I’d commissioned for myself’. Originally, I’d only planned for 5,000–10,000 words, so in terms of plot design, you could say it’s a classic of the genre—or rather, that there’s practically no plot to speak of. To sum it up in a single sentence: a self-bondaged girl sneaks into the men’s loo at night to find a key, gets raped, and then can’t get out. On paper, it feels like a ‘toilet paper light novel’ from the adult fiction world. However, as expected, it ended up becoming a 17,000-word novella, and this time I discovered that the description for the illustrations is limited to 3,000 words, so I still had to submit it to the fiction section…

Moving on to other matters, I’ve actually been working on the Alice project since last year, but because I’d piled up four stories with settings so overloaded they were about to explode, I’ve been suffering from severe writer’s block. Also, since I’ve been translating a certain ‘Ika-meshi’ canteen-themed transformation heroine hentai manga on DL, I’m actually working on another transformation heroine story at the moment (though this one seems to have stalled too, boo hoo…).

“I actually got it…”

The girl in the bathrobe cradled a latex garment, her gaze blazing, fingertips trembling faintly — perhaps from excitement.

It had all started with that mysterious shopping website. “If the description is accurate, all I have to do is put on this 'latex slave suit' and I'll become a real latex slave…” Her heartbeat seemed to quicken with every passing second. She had chosen this luxury apartment building — one with almost no foot traffic — specifically to indulge her fetish. She had even chosen the top floor for its dedicated elevator, which opened directly onto a quiet path leading straight to the park. Suddenly, the image flashed through her mind: herself wandering the streets as a latex slave. A faint blush crept across her cheeks. “Damn it, I got wet just from imagining it for a second.” She really was beyond saving.

For the sharp-minded Jiang Yuchen, of course, she understood the risks better than anyone. But this was the only thing that excited her — perhaps this kind of madness could only truly be satisfied the moment she was completely debased into a latex slave. The girl mocked herself inwardly, then gave a helpless shake of her head. Relax. This is just a little experience. No matter what happens, I can always change back. After all, I have a failsafe prepared…

With that thought settled, Jiang Yuchen picked up the black latex garment and spread it flat on the soft bed. “SLAVE, huh,” she murmured, reading the letters printed on the hood. Would her face — her greatest pride — really be replaced by that obscene label? She touched the soft skin of her own cheek, then looked at the long rabbit ears attached to the hood. When she had ordered it on the website, she had simply thought the bunny-girl style suited her. But looking at it now, it seemed like there was more to it than that. She turned the garment over thoughtfully, running her fingers along the strange handles on the lower half, and frowned. “There's actually pink liquid inside here.” She reached for the instruction manual.

SLAVE 01 — Bunny Girl Edition. Welcome, and thank you for your purchase!

[WARNING: This product is intended for advanced self-bondage enthusiasts only. Please read all instructions in full before wearing.]

Jiang Yuchen smoothed the paper carefully, reading the red text. According to the website, this garment supposedly incorporated cutting-edge biotechnology — capable of fusing with the wearer's skin, heightening sensitivity, and reshaping the body.

[1. This product is the Bunny Girl Edition. Features include enhanced skin sensitivity and an integrated potent aphrodisiac.]

So the pink liquid inside was the potent aphrodisiac. Jiang Yuchen studied the accompanying diagram. It appeared that once the triggers on the two handles at the rear were depressed, the liquid would slowly seep into the inner lining of the suit — or possibly be injected directly into the skin — and take effect from there.

[2. As this product is an advanced restraint type, once worn, the user's senses — including vision, hearing, taste, and smell — will inevitably be diminished or lost entirely, and physical mobility will be substantially impaired. If engaging in self-bondage, please place all relevant keys in an easily accessible location to avoid unnecessary complications.]

[3. When using the reversal solution, it may be poured in advance into a bathtub or other vessel large enough to accommodate the body. Submerge fully; the suit may be removed after five minutes.]

That seemed to be everything. She set it aside, not noticing that there was text on the back — including one final entry:

[4. To prevent irreversible effects on the body, the wearer must remove the suit within 12 hours!!!]

She tossed the manual aside and looked toward the bathroom. She had already followed the instructions carefully, pouring the reversal solution into the bathtub. When the time came, all she would need to do was sink luxuriously into the water, and the suit would separate from her body without any lasting effects. And honestly — the suit didn't look particularly special to her. Jiang Yuchen still suspected this whole business about “fusing with the skin” was just some strange bit of marketing copy. So the moment the suit arrived, she had gathered every single key onto one ring and fixed it inside the tank of the men's toilet in the park across the street — secured with double-sided tape. This way, the Jiang Yuchen of the future would be forced to leave her apartment as a female latex slave, walk to the men's restroom in the park, and retrieve the keys before she could free herself.

The night was already well along. It was time to move forward with her plan. Jiang Yuchen sat on the edge of the bed, resolved to begin this rare latex slave experience.

She counted the locks laid out on the bed, then removed the clasp holding the collar to the hood. As the latex bodysuit and hood separated naturally at the neck, a deep opening was revealed, with a restrictive posture collar bridging the two pieces. “This camera on the posture collar is going to be my only window to the outside world…” she murmured to herself, carefully lifting the collar — camera and all — and setting it on the night stand. Then she worked loose the pulley system at the back of the corset — a thoughtful feature that allowed it to be tightened or loosened with ease — to give herself enough room to get inside.

With that done, Jiang Yuchen slowly slipped off her bathrobe. Pale, flawless skin was bared entirely to the air, soft and delicate. Her smooth body gleamed under the bedroom light — especially paired with the gentle curl of her long hair, beautiful enough to look like an angel descended to earth. Though, she still had one small grievance: her chest was barely a C-cup.

“If only this ordinary body could become the kind of sexy figure you see in erotic manga.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching herself in the full-length mirror, fingertips brushing her chest, a barely perceptible heat kindling in her eyes. If it could really grant her “wish”…

“Alright, like this, yes?” Initially, Jiang Yuchen was careful with the neck opening, afraid of damaging the suit — but she found that the opening parted with almost no effort at all, and slowly sealed itself back up without so much as a mark. Her confidence grew. Once she had stretched the opening wide enough to admit her body, she slowly slid her pale, slender feet inside. “Mm, it's wet in here — and so sticky.” Her legs sank deeper into the latex, and she felt the black rubber cling to her thighs, undulating as though it were alive. The slick, yielding sensation made her heart pound harder.

“Mmh… how am I this turned on just from putting it on…”

Each delicate toe slid into its individual latex sheath. Almost immediately, the slippery sensation began to fade, replaced by a strange, tingling warmth that made her start stroking her smooth, pitch-black thighs involuntarily. Odd… At first, she could still feel the gap between her skin and the latex, but with every touch that gap became harder to detect, as if this black surface simply was her skin now. Was this what they meant by “fusion”…? And more surprising still — her latex-clad feet had begun to arch on their own, slowly aligning into a single line with her calves, impossible to flatten, no matter how she tried. So it really can reshape the body. She excitedly stroked her black arched feet, then glanced at the red ballet boots lying on the floor. Looks like I won't be able to go anywhere without those.

For footwear that was essentially an instrument of torture, Jiang Yuchen felt surprisingly little resistance. She had actually practiced walking in ballet boots before, in preparation for exactly this kind of scenario — so for her, walking in them now wasn't a particular challenge. But this was equipment designed for extreme bondage play, and when she looked at the short chain between the leg irons that accompanied the boots, and then at the pink vials attached to them — the same type as the handles on the rear of the suit — her confidence wavered just a little.

“Whatever… I'll deal with it after.” Jiang Yuchen took a deep breath. For now, the priority was finishing putting on the suit.

Her legs seemed to have fully fused with the latex, the black surface catching the light with an obscene, glossy sheen. “Mm~ nnh, why are they~ so sensitive…” She couldn't help but stroke herself — what had been perfectly ordinary skin was now as sensitive as her most intimate places. She swallowed, a little dizzy. So this is the heightened sensitivity. She bit her lower lip softly and continued pulling the bunched latex up toward her waist.

By this point, Jiang Yuchen was a complete believer in this product's capabilities. She turned her gaze to her own exposed triangle.

“If the effect there is just as good…”

She touched her own slick folds, then looked at the three red openings that had unfurled from the interior of the suit — two larger, one smaller. Her mind went immediately to the demonstration images on the website: red-rimmed openings gaping wide on the model's body. That's basically the same as turning them into sex toys. Her face burned, but her hands didn't slow — if anything they moved faster.

The small opening was obviously meant for the urethra. Despite her unusual tastes — she was no virgin, and was well-acquainted with anal play — urethral insertion was a bit beyond even this nineteen-year-old. So she started with the two larger ones. The front should be like masturbating, I suppose. She felt the sensitive flesh below slide against the wet interior through the latex, her face flushed — especially when she looked down at her own gleaming black crotch, already encased in rubber. The shame made her hang her head. Because even though our Miss Jiang was well-versed in self-bondage, latex, and SM, having her actual body transformed to match her fantasies was something that had never happened before.

Jiang Yuchen slowly pushed the front opening into her pussy. The strange, full sensation drew a moan from her lips.

“Mm, this feeling, how…”

Just a simple touch, and yet it felt like cresting an orgasm. She forced herself through the pleasure and finally managed to seat the red sheath fully inside her. She slumped backward onto the bed, flushed and slick with sweat. If not for the suit apparently absorbing — or containing — her fluids, she was certain her arousal would already be running freely down her thighs.

At the same time, the latex tightened, tracing the contours of her folds with perfect precision. But it didn't stop there. Jiang Yuchen felt a powerful force prising her open. The intense stimulation made her thighs clamp together reflexively, the intermittent tingling making her ache and twitch. “Mm…” She pressed her hand between her legs, meaning to soothe herself — but her fingers went straight to slick, rippled inner walls. “Ah~♥” She didn't even manage to cover her mouth before the sound escaped.

She pushed herself upright, spread her legs, and looked at herself in the mirror — her most private place gaped open, naked, and exposed to the air, no longer able to close. In sufficient light, you could even see the black folds where the latex had merged with her inner walls. She covered herself with both hands, burning with embarrassment — but what good did that do? It only made the glimpses more tantalizing. She forced her attention to the remaining opening.

The rear entrance, strangely, took even less resistance — the lubrication did its work and the sheath slid in almost easily. Which meant… Jiang Yuchen felt the same wave of sensation as before and shuddered, unable to stop herself. Her ass was now splayed open just like the front — another gaping “O” that refused to close. At least, she thought wryly, she had remembered to douche beforehand.

Finally, the small urethral sheath. Jiang Yuchen worked it carefully into position, aligned it with the tiny opening, and braced herself for pain. She closed her eyes, lips parting. But to her surprise, the sheath met no resistance at all — in fact, it slipped in more easily than either of the other two. The lubrication? She tried to press her thighs together against the cool, permanent openness of both cavities and the sensation of the sheath reaching what felt like her bladder. Her whole face was scarlet. If she weren't in such a hurry to finish dressing, she was fairly certain she would have started masturbating on the spot.

Her lower half was fully enclosed in latex now. The red bunny tail at her tailbone and the handles at her hips lay flush against her body. Careful not to bump those by accident. She shifted her position, trying to press the handles against her sides — but quickly realized the concern was unnecessary. She felt warmth building at her hips, and watched the handles begin to migrate slowly outward on their own.

“Does that mean…”

She balanced on the balls of her arched feet and slowly stood, turning sideways — and clearly saw the swell expanding at her hips.

The upper portion of the suit was bunched at her waist, caught on the newly swollen rear, marking the completion of the most difficult part of the process. All she needed to do now was… Jiang Yuchen took a deep breath, slid her arms into the sleeves, spread all five fingers into their sheaths, and pulled the suit up to her throat. Done. She looked at herself in the mirror — she hadn't oiled the suit, hadn't done any preparation, and yet everything below her neck had turned into gleaming, liquid black. She ran a finger along the seam at her throat and found she could barely feel the boundary between latex and skin any more. In a few minutes, there'll be no removing this without the reversal solution.

She stood before the mirror, lightly tracing the barcode on her chest, the words RUBBER SLAVE beneath it seeming to remind her of exactly what she was. Oh, and there's one here too — she turned her arm and found matching barcodes there as well. “I remember filling in some personal information when I ordered,” she thought, reaching for her phone. But no matter what she tried, the fingerprint sensor refused to recognize her — until she looked at her black latex hands and felt the slickness at her fingertips. Of course. No fingerprints through latex gloves. Touch-sensitivity still worked, at least. She punched in her passcode.

She scanned the barcode on her chest. A soft chime. A pink interface bloomed on the screen.

Name: Jiang Yuchen Age: 19 University: Yungang University Address: No. 15, Yungang Park South Road Price: Free

[CONFIRM USE]

Right — the failsafe. If she couldn't make it home, maybe a kind stranger would scan her and send her back. But Jiang Yuchen knew that was wishful thinking. Setting aside whether anyone would even recognize that the latex figure before them was that Miss Jiang Yuchen — anyone who saw Free and a prominent [CONFIRM USE] button would probably want to “use” her first. Especially the construction workers in the area, the type who thought with their dicks. Having that kind of man use her — for free, no less… Her face went hot. She was the illustrious Miss Jiang, not something to be tossed aside like a used pocket pussy from the roadside.

“All the more reason not to be seen.”

She was still sitting on the bed, running through strategies to avoid running into late-night labourers, when a tingling at her chest pulled her attention downward. Her breasts had swollen — she had no idea when — to the size of papayas, and showed no sign of stopping.

“This — what?!”

She clutched them, feeling their weight, almost delirious with excitement. Her fingers couldn't help but tease the deep-red latex nipples. “Ah~♥ ah, ahh~♥” The instant she touched them, she cried out.

“Damn it — they're so sensitive, and so big. So heavy.”

She brought her attention back to her breasts because there was still something to install: a set of special nipple rings. She drew a pair of copper rings from a small pink box on the bed — each connected to a pink vibrating egg. According to the website, these eggs would increase or decrease their vibration in response to her own arousal.

“Which means,” she murmured to herself, imagining the scene, “the more worked up I get, the faster they vibrate — until I'm so wrecked I collapse on the floor, and only then do they stop…” She bit her lip, absently touching the small piercing-holes on the latex nipples. “Rather interesting.”

She just needed to… Jiang Yuchen carefully compressed the ring's expandable middle, threaded it through the pre-formed hole in the latex nipple, and released. Success. She exhaled and reached for the second one. This time her luck didn't hold — her hand slipped, and the ring clamped down on the sensitive flesh. The sharp pain made her seize up violently, and she was fairly sure that if her feet weren't locked into their permanent arch, she would have leapt off the bed entirely.

She endured the pain and got the second ring in. It was around this moment that she noticed a smell, and looked down to find pale yellow fluid trickling from below. She had assumed she was simply inserting sheaths — but watching the urine run, the full implication slowly dawned on her.

“You mean…”

She slid a trembling finger into her ass. Not even deep — just enough to check. Gone. The sheath was gone — it had become part of the latex lining of the wall itself, and there was now absolutely nothing separating her interior from the outside world. That was when she finally panicked. Any filthy man could now pour himself directly into her body. It was only now, she realized that she truly understood why this was called a latex slave suit.

“I'm already a latex slave…”

She raised one black latex hand, pressed it to her gleaming chest, fingertips sliding over the shameful barcode.

“Mm… so… that's perfectly fitting, isn't it…♥”

Her voice trailed off. Her face was visibly, furiously red.

“No~♥”

Feeling the vibrating eggs at her nipples beginning to pulse with her arousal, she tried to breathe steadily and clear the obscene thoughts from her head.

As her breathing calmed, she noticed the ballet boots by the bed, remembered the inconvenience with her feet, and decided to put them on first. She sat on the bed, examined the leg irons, confirmed there were no spikes or sharp edges inside, and clumsily slid her left leg in.

The boots covered almost the entire length of her legs, leaving less than ten centimetres of black skin exposed at the upper thigh. I won't be able to bend my legs much after this, she thought. But they did provide some additional support at the heel — walking might actually be a little easier. She smiled softly, tapping the toe against the floor. Finding nothing amiss, she slid her other leg in. Then came the locks: the two small clasps at the boot shaft, the thigh irons with their short connecting chain, the ankle restraints. All locked. There was no removing the boots until she had the keys. She stood, letting the small heel contact the floor, and took her first step as a latex slave. Whether it was the difficulty of balancing her new body, the chain between her thighs, or simple caution about triggering the handles by accident — Jiang Yuchen moved carefully. As long as I go slowly, it should be fine.

Back at the bed, she looked at the strap at the top of her thighs, glancing around. “I think there was another accessory that should be somewhere…” She searched. “Found it~” She picked up a pink dildo and slid it into the holster on the side of the thigh strap.

“For the convenience of my masters,” she thought, and her hands drifted downward before she stopped herself. At this rate, I'll never stop touching myself. She pressed her thighs together. Her gaze fell on the long gloves at the edge of the bed, and she noticed the “O” shapes at the palm. “If I put those on, I won't be able to masturbate — but…” She still needed to put on the most important piece, the hood. The gloves had their own set of restraints at the upper arm and wrist — the same type as the leg irons, with pink vials — and that gave her pause. After some deliberation, she decided to leave them for last.

Jiang Yuchen lifted the hood, holding it before her by the two red side-grip handles at its cheeks. SLAVE. She understood: once she put this on, no one would be able to tell who she was. Whatever remained of her humanity would recede from her. And those handles on her cheeks — there was no other interpretation for what they were designed to facilitate. Even knowing how utterly this would work against her, she felt herself grow wet.

“Mm — but I'm already a latex slave. How could a latex slave let her masters see her ugly human face~♥”

Driven by fantasies she couldn't contain, she reached inside the hood. The texture was smooth and pleasurable against her fingers. She could clearly see the ear-cups that would cover her ears, a narrow screen fixed over the eye area, and most compelling of all — the familiar red opening at the mouth. She looked at the hood one last moment, gathered her long hair behind her head, and without further hesitation, pressed that exquisite face down into the darkness of the hood.

She felt the black latex swallow her head inch by inch, felt her senses slowly withdrawing. This kind of silence and darkness was something she had never experienced — and yet, it felt utterly natural, as though she had always been meant for this. She wanted to say something, but there was a faintly rubber-scented sheath pressed against her lips, reducing whatever she tried to say to a slurred murmur. Time to put that in her mouth.

She adjusted the red side-grip handles at her cheeks, and with trembling hands, pushed the red sheath between her lips. Just as she had expected, the sheath — soft at first — stiffened as it entered, pushing deeper into her throat and triggering a fierce, rising urge to gag. There was no going back now. She could only let it slowly force her lips apart. She felt her teeth pressing into warm latex, then felt something shift, her teeth settling into perfectly matched grooves, as if the sheath had been made for exactly this jaw. She tried to bite down. She could not. Within moments, the only sounds she could produce were low, muffled whimpers.

Every breath flowed through the oral opening, each inhale making her body shudder. That round “O” seemed to exist for one purpose alone. She traced the rim of her own mouthpiece, reaching inward to explore — no trace of teeth any more, just rippled, folded walls, like… another of her intimate places.

Now she only needed to fasten the hood's straps, secure the posture collar to lock her neck, and lock it in place. Unable to see, she was forced to fumble through all of this in the dark using latex-muffled hands with greatly reduced sensation. When at last she fastened the final strap on the collar, a soft beep sounded, and the room slowly came into view — the camera feed from the collar.

What Jiang Yuchen had never anticipated was that her breasts had grown so full that even standing still, she had to tilt her chin up slightly just to see straight ahead. “Latex slave” Jiang Yuchen regarded herself in the mirror through her new, unfamiliar perspective. That obscene silhouette. Those clumsy, constrained movements. Every inch of this body was completely incongruous with the beautifully decorated girl's bedroom surrounding it. “Mm… mhh…” A soft, sweet moan seeped from within the black figure — perhaps a protest, but she could no longer form any words.

Is this how I go out into the world? The “O”-shaped openings on the mirror-image of herself were already glistening with clear fluid from air contact. After much consideration, she directed her gaze toward the “optional accessories” box on the bed, which contained a chastity belt. It was for her own protection — but our Miss Jiang was not a selfish person. Anyone could scan her barcode to unlock the belt and use her for free.

Besides the chastity belt, the accessories box held several pink dildos. She adjusted her view and picked up one with a long chain attached to its base — comparing dimensions, it was clearly meant for the mouth. She clipped the chain to her collar, then slowly fed the dildo into her oral cavity. Her whole body trembled. Saliva welled up and spilled from the corners of her “mouth” as the shaft advanced, dripping onto her chest. The nipple eggs began to vibrate, softly but steadily.

“Mhh… (if this keeps up, I'll come before I even get out the door)”

With that thought, Jiang Yuchen steeled herself and thrust the dildo home. There was a soft click as the plug locked into place in her oral cavity, held there without external force. Thus, the girl's beautiful face was sealed entirely beneath the gleaming black hood.

Next… she breathed slowly through the tiny gap in the plug. Looking at the thin urethral insert still in the accessories box, she remembered the earlier leak. “It'll leak again if I don't plug it — and a proper latex slave should have her right to relieve herself taken away, shouldn't she…” Without hesitation, she picked it up and carefully screwed it into the urethra, leaving only a short pink stub visible outside.

Then the rear. Feeling the slick warmth of her ass, Jiang Yuchen placed the dildo on the bed and gently sat down. It sank in with almost no resistance at all, to the hilt. She pressed her thighs together and endured the intense rush from within, feeling very much like a toy approaching its breaking point.

Last was the front. She held the large vaginal dildo against her chest — she could see a long set of ties at its base, presumably to keep it from slipping out. She spread her legs, exposing the most sensitive part of her body. Watching through the collar camera in the mirror as she tied the straps around her waist, she lined up the dildo and pressed it into position. Just…

Jiang Yuchen closed her eyes and felt the head slowly press inside. “Mm…” Her legs slowly straightened, trembling beyond control.

“This is — !” The dildo filled her almost completely. The nipple eggs erupted into violent vibration simultaneously. “Latex slave” Jiang Yuchen came — her very first orgasm of the night.

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When she returned from the orgasm, she weakly reached for the chastity belt. Both front and rear panels locked with a snap. She ran both hands over the rigid surface between her legs, then clipped a red leash to her collar. Imagining herself being led by a master who wasn't there, the nipple eggs began to buzz softly again. Jiang Yuchen felt she had slipped entirely into the role.

Only the long gloves remained. Putting them on meant surrendering the last of her hand mobility. Looking at the palms already curled into permanent “O” shapes, she could see no use for them except servicing men with those ridged hollow centres. With trembling hands, she drew the gloves up over her latex arms to just below the barcodes. Her fingers curled at the tips, locked into a gripping pose. The left arm went in easily; the right took a little more effort, with her left hand already constrained. The gloves were still loose for now, not too restrictive — she could still perform small movements. While she still had the dexterity, she locked the accompanying restraints into place, and then looked at the yellow raincoat hanging by the entryway.

Time to retrieve the keys.

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The heels clicked rhythmically against the floor as she made her way to the entrance. Her hands were already beginning to stiffen. Have to hurry. Jiang Yuchen raised her arm, hooked the raincoat with her “O”-shaped hands and took it down, then pulled it onto her body. Leaning against the wall, she worked with clumsy hands — one holding the coat, one pressing the velcro strips closed.

“Mhh… (damn it, these breasts are too big)”

She struggled with the front fasteners, feeling her hands grow more rigid by the moment.

She turned to check the clock. She needed to be quick. Wrapped in the raincoat, she worked a wide-brimmed hat over the telltale rubber rabbit ears. Then she turned sideways, looking at the face mask on the shoe rack. After a moment's thought, she looped the mask's elastic over the red side-grip handles at her cheeks — much more secure than trying to hook it over the ear-cups. She found a pair of large sunglasses to cover the lower half of her face, hung them on the ear-cups, and walked out the door.

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An empty street. Dim lights. A yellow figure emerged slowly from the shadows. Our Miss Jiang, of course — though now she was nothing more than a “latex slave” for anyone to use as they pleased. Whatever disguise she had managed was, in hindsight, somewhat self-deceiving. The mask straps looped around prominent red handles, the impossibly full chest, the ballet boots — anyone who looked closely would see immediately that something was very wrong.

But “latex slave” Jiang Yuchen couldn't afford to think about that. With her sensitivity so amplified, every single step she had taken since leaving her apartment — through the elevator, down to this street — felt like something thrusting hard into her soaking cunt. And alongside that: a persistent, insistent pressure in her bladder that made her press her thighs together. “Mhh, ahh~” A sweet, helpless moan escaped the hood. She knew with absolute clarity that if she didn't move faster, she was going to come right here on the street.

But the desire seemed to swell without end. Her legs felt lighter and less reliable with every step. Almost there. A hundred steps more. No — two hundred. Maybe three. She felt the chain between her boots and her stride shrank further. A fall, with a body like this, would be very difficult to recover from. But the eggs on her chest were buzzing mercilessly, her mind going white —

“Ah, ahh~♥ mhh~♥ nnh — aaahh~♥”

Coming — going to — Her body arched involuntarily. She couldn't hold out against the toys another moment. She collapsed to the ground. The unsecured sunglasses slid off her face. Her “O”-shaped hands came out of her pockets, reaching uselessly to soothe herself — but what could hands like these actually do?

The street was still and silent, just as always at this hour. Jiang Yuchen couldn't hear it, but her past experience told her she was safe. Even so, looking ahead at the men's restroom, she felt a spike of anxiety. She forced herself upright. The ballet heels began their rhythm again, but now she swayed with every step, as if the next one might be her last.

“I want it… I want…”

Miss Jiang had almost no experience with men — she had never needed to seek that out. But right now, she was nothing but a pitiable latex slave, desperately craving even a scrap of a man's attention. Someone scan me, she thought, desire flooding out every other concern. Even retrieving the keys felt almost beside the point.

“Mm…” The cold night breeze filtered through the raincoat and moved across her sensitive latex skin. Looking down at her heaving chest, feeling the faint vibration at her nipples, Jiang Yuchen felt her mind growing hazier and hazier. No — calm down, focus, get the keys, everything depends on what's right in front of you… She tried to rally herself, but her vision was beginning to blur. Those big, luscious latex tits… Under the stimulation of the eggs, her breasts quivered softly, their magnificent size all her own now. With each step, her full hips swayed inside the raincoat, rocking the toys inside her in an unceasing rhythm. She was drifting.

“Mhh mhh… (I want to come so badly)”

She tried everything to coax her body closer — but her restrained hands could do nothing, and the chastity belt locked away any release, driving her desire upward with nowhere to go. She wished desperately she hadn't put the belt on; then she could at least have activated the vibration functions on the dildos inside her.

“Mhh… (no — I can't keep losing myself in this)”

She gritted her teeth and forced herself forward two quick steps. The massive chest nearly cost her her balance. If there were a do-over, I'd actually study this suit first. At least do one trial run at home. She automatically tried to turn her head to check her surroundings, then remembered that her view came from the collar, and the collar barely rotated at all. Her field of vision was a narrow strip directly ahead — and even that was frequently interrupted by the silver chain hanging from the plug and the constant intrusion of her own chest.

Still, the fear of being discovered was enough to bring her back to herself. She drew a deep breath through the plug until the vibration at her breasts began to slow, and gathered the nerve to keep going.

A breeze passed through now and then, lifting the hem of the raincoat. Two great red ballet heels swung forward and back in rhythm. Through the collar camera, she watched the men's restroom draw closer, and felt a quiet amazement that this hadn't been as difficult as she'd imagined. Once I'm home, I'm going to masturbate until I can't move. With that happy thought, Jiang Yuchen climbed the steps.

It seemed empty. She couldn't hear anything, and had to rely entirely on her narrow visual field. But I'm already inside. What's the point of worrying now.

“One, two, three…” She counted the stall dividers as she walked. That one. She nudged the wooden door open with both hands, and there was the familiar toilet. Exactly right. Jiang Yuchen had lived here long enough to be certain — she was almost done.

The park restroom at night would have no visitors. It was noticeably cleaner than usual. She walked in, success, feeling close enough to touch. She was just about to close the stall door when she noticed the lock was broken. Fine — it opens inward. I'll just hold it with my rear. The raincoat was more of an obstacle than a disguise at this point, so she controlled her stiffened latex hands — one to hold the coat in place, one to yank the velcro open — then wrestled it off entirely, hanging it and the hat on the stall hook. Her gleaming black latex body was fully exposed, rabbit ears pointing upward. She leaned against the tank and opened the lid, reaching in to feel for the keys.

With the collar limiting her neck movement, she couldn't look directly into the tank. She had to rely on the faint sensation through her “O”-shaped hands, working by feel alone.

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“Mhh—! (Found them!)”

After several attempts, she finally felt the keyring she had taped to the inside wall of the tank, and excitedly worked it onto her wrist. Just as she was about to draw it out, she felt a sudden rush of air at her back. The stall door banged against her rear.

Someone is here.

She froze, gaze still fixed on the tank. There are plenty of other stalls. Just go to the next one. Through the ear-cups, she could hear only the faintest sounds — what seemed like two men, probably night-shift workers. She held her breath and went perfectly still. But her wrist was still in the tank. Latex is extraordinarily slick in water, and one involuntary tremor was all it took — the keyring slipped straight to the bottom.

No — The tank was deep. Almost instinctively, she bent forward over the toilet to reach further in. What she didn't know was that this shifted her rear away from the door. With a soft creak, the stall swung open.

A pair of rough, heavy hands found the soft curves of her ass.

Even she couldn't miss that. Jiang Yuchen's hand went still in the tank. She tried to ignore the pleasure spreading from her rear and turned her head on reflex, trying to see what was happening behind her — and once again forgot that her view came from the collar, not her eyes. The stranger had already wrapped both hands around the handles on the latex slave's hips.

“Mhh—! (No—!)”

She went rigid, terrified he would press the triggers and inject the aphrodisiac into her body. Then she felt the chastity belt slowly sliding apart, front and rear panels separating, landing on the floor with a clear, small sound. The sudden freedom — and the pink dildo in her rear, released all at once, riding the contraction and friction of those ridged inner walls as it pushed outward — drew an immediate shriek from her that she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried. She had been fighting her arousal so hard. She couldn't fight it any more. Her body shook through the orgasm, and the slick, cum-coated plug slid out entirely.

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“Mhh mhh mhh… (no… please…)”

Whatever her inner voice was trying to say, her body answered very differently, the lower opening spreading slowly and honestly.

The once untouchable Miss Jiang was now face-down over a toilet tank like a fleshlight, chest pressed against the lid, body going limp under the man's hands.

“Hnn… (let me go… let me…)”

She understood: if the chastity belt was open, he had scanned her barcode. He might already know who she was. She was terrified, and had no idea what he intended to do next.

Ah, ah, ah…♥ He pushed in. No warning. A thick cock, seated in her ass all at once. But it felt — so good. His cock, so hot, so big… A latex slave tormented by desire for hours had finally found what she craved. No matter how she might protest with her mouth, her body had always been honest.

He'd put on a condom. Through the excruciating sensitivity of her rear, she could clearly feel the latex of the condom between her inner walls and his cock. She thought of the condoms she'd left in her coat pocket. Her resistance crumbled by half. She began rocking her hips. His balls pressed against her cunt with each thrust, jostling the dildo inside her forward, and Jiang Yuchen had no doubt whatsoever that if she hadn't plugged her urethra, she would have lost control of her bladder entirely by now. As he buried himself fully inside, she moved her hips more eagerly. The latex rabbit ears swayed with each thrust, like a rabbit in permanent heat demanding more and more pleasure. The chest eggs erupted into violent vibration.

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The vaginal dildo finally worked loose from its straps and fell to the floor. The emptiness in her cunt was immediate, humiliating — she had already grown accustomed to being filled on both sides.

“Mhh mhh… (can't take it — keep going, not just the front, the back too, please…)”

He found the red handles at her cheeks. She felt her face mask pulled away, then a hand moving over her head. He had found the strange plug — she felt him tugging at the chain on the plug's base. She went still, not daring to resist, letting him work the dildo mouthpiece out inch by inch until it drew free from her oral cavity entirely. Saliva that had been pooling for hours slid from the corners of her mouth in a long, slow trickle, falling drop by drop onto her own breasts.

What is he going to do to me next…?

Imagining his expression when he read the SLAVE printed across her face, Jiang Yuchen ground her rear in frantic circles, and beneath her a spreading stain had been growing without her noticing.

“I'm already a latex slave…♥” she thought, stupidly blissful — as though a cock was the entirety of what she needed.

“Mhh — hurry, my mouth wants it too… wait, it's so hot — why is it suddenly so hot.” Only now did she realize: he had almost certainly pressed the trigger handles long ago. The pink aphrodisiac had probably already been injected into her body. The chest eggs went absolutely violent. She was burning. She was empty. Her “O”-shaped hands scrabbled uselessly at her own body — which was exactly when the man noticed the strange shape of her palms. He grabbed both her arms, flipped her over, and slowly, deliberately, pulled her beneath him.

He watched her legs quivering, heard the escalating moans through the hood, and his control ran out. She was panting in short, frantic bursts. The bunny was in full rut.

Nothing else mattered any more. The cock was right there, enormous, filling her entire visual field, and she felt nothing but the consuming heat of almost-unbearable pleasure, body trembling in tiny, helpless shudders. I'm going to be a worthless latex slave for the rest of my life… She felt hands grip the handles at her cheeks, felt an irresistible pull at her head, and then the cock was in her mouth.

“Mm…” Inside the hood, teeth, and tongue were fully concealed, her oral cavity transformed into a ridged, folded chamber — something like a cunt in miniature. But his cock was an absurd size, and very quickly she felt a sharp, tearing stretch at her lips. Fortunately, the aphrodisiac was doing its work, pain dissolving into pleasure, and she managed to adjust. Faster, faster… The pace of the oral use was entirely his — her head wielded like a pocket pussy — and she had not one word of complaint. In the gaps between thrusts, she even used her own hands to help. Miss Jiang Yuchen, kneeling on a public restroom floor, had become a perfect match for every slave toy described in erotic fiction.

The slick cock drove deep into her throat with every stroke, pulling back each time, trailing long threads of clear fluid. Her oral cavity was being used as a cleaning tool. Under ordinary circumstances, Jiang Yuchen might have put a foot through the man's chest — but right now, she could only tremble and receive what he gave her.

Under the aphrodisiac, she had nearly lost the capacity for conscious thought. She only knew her mouth was fulfilling its purpose.

“Mhh mhh… (why does it feel so good — it's just a blowjob…)” She felt the clear fluid pulling back and forth inside her oral cavity, felt herself growing more and more ravenous. “(Do with me as you please… mm — he's going to — going to come —)” The subtle swelling of the cock sent a jolt of excitement through her entire body. Almost simultaneously, she began working what little muscle control remained in her oral cavity, trying to hold him inside — and it seemed he had the same idea.

“(Oh — he's coming —)” With almost no resistance, thick, viscous fluid shot directly into Jiang Yuchen's throat. And because he was buried so deep, she had no means of resistance at all, nothing to do but let the cum enter her body.

“Hah — hah —” She felt the heat at her throat, and the mess between her legs had long since become complete. Still not enough… She tilted her head up, trying to use the collar camera to see what he would do next.

He lowered the toilet lid. Then, with practiced ease, he placed both hands on the handles at her rear and arranged her legs into a ruinous “M” shape. “He's going to —” The chain between her thighs pulled taut. Her most intimate anatomy was fully exposed to the man in front of her. Jiang Yuchen held her breath, but the eggs at her nipples were buzzing harder than ever. He didn't rush toward her cunt — instead, he noticed the urethral plug. Through the gap between her own breasts, Jiang Yuchen watched him slowly turn the plug, and then abruptly pull it free.

“Mhh~♥” The sudden shock of sensation jackknifed her body, and the desperate pressure she had been holding back could no longer be contained — it burst free from the urethra in a helpless stream. How shameful — losing control in front of him like this… Even without being able to fully see herself, she could imagine exactly how she looked right now. But he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. He even considerately reinserted the plug.

Mm. This man — is he just entertained by this? She wanted to see his expression, but her chest blocked even his outline. And what concerned Miss Jiang most at this moment was that she could not see his cock at all. It pressed against her, and she felt her whole body lock up in reflex, as though her body had already decided to welcome something of that scale.

“Mhh mhh~~♥” It pushed in without resistance. The simultaneous physical and psychological rush nearly incinerated what remained of her reason, a raw, high cry tearing through the hood. Jiang Yuchen no longer gave any thought to where she was, and with every thrust, she became more certain she was nothing but a disposable flesh-toy for men to use. Did he say something to someone else just now? She wasn't sure. But even if there's only this one man — that's fine. She went limp against the tank. “(Just like this — becoming the dedicated cock-sleeve of this restroom — that wouldn't be so bad either…)”

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No one could have said how long it went on, or how many men she served. Only when the mess beneath her was absolute did the debauchery of the men's restroom finally come to an end. Jiang Yuchen lay in the warmth still seeping from inside her, floating in the afterglow. Nothing in her toy collection had ever come close to this.

The restroom lights went dark. Silence settled around her again. As the aphrodisiac gradually wore off, her head began to clear.

“(How long has it been?)” She looked around, both hands feeling for the tank. “(I need to get the keys — now —)”

She climbed down from the toilet. Her legs buzzed with pins and needles, but a fierce, animal will to survive overrode it. She found her posture, slid half an arm into the tank, and — though she could see almost nothing — worked her wrist until the keyring finally looped over her hand and came free.

She trembled upright and turned around. The yellow raincoat and hat still hung undisturbed on the hook. Time to go. She reached out, brought the coat down, and wrestled it onto her body with hands that still refused to fully open, fastening it as best she could. The hat went over the rabbit ears. Then she ran into her next problem — the men had left the dildos out, thoughtfully neglecting to put any of them back or replace her chastity belt. How was she supposed to handle what was now scattered at her feet? She thought it over, and meanwhile used both hands to grip the oral plug nestled in her cleavage, lined it up through her narrow field of view, and guided it back into her oral cavity. As it sank home piece by piece, she was surprised to feel a wave of something almost like relief. How strange — it already feels wrong without it. She filed that away, then focused on using her feet to nudge the remaining toys into a reachable position.

She couldn't just leave obvious evidence for someone checking the security cameras. Her locked ankles made crouching almost impossible, so she went to her knees instead and picked the dildos up one by one. The “O”-shaped palms were, she had to admit, extraordinarily well-suited to gripping a dildo — she had them in her coat pocket without much struggle. The chastity belt was another matter; she could only hook it with both hands and hang it from the coat pocket on the outside.

Difficult, but done. The yellow-coated figure emerged from the men's restroom. No mask, no sunglasses left — her face was completely bare now, and the large SLAVE text was readable by anyone who walked past her. Fortunately, all remained quiet. Dawn was still far off.

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Compared to the journey out, her lower body felt far emptier now — halfway home, she found herself tempted to pull the thigh toy free and use it for comfort. But reason just barely held out, and Jiang Yuchen made it back to her apartment. She went into the bathroom, decided against the bathtub for now, simply turned on the shower to rinse the white mess from her body, and then used the water flow to ease the thigh vibrator free, setting it carefully aside.

“(Wait — what is this?)” In the mirror, she noticed the chain between her thigh irons had several condoms hanging from it, each one filled with white fluid. Those men — they had the time to do that but couldn't be bothered to tidy up even slightly…

She came out of the bathroom still fully suited, still a latex slave. One good night's sleep, and then I'll say goodbye to this life. She didn't lie down on her bed — she curled up in a blanket on the floor instead because that felt more appropriate to what she was right now. Or perhaps she was simply exhausted. Her breathing evened out. She was asleep quickly.

The next morning, she was woken by the pressure of a full bladder. “Mm — good morning~” She tried to speak and produced only a soft, shapeless whimper. She opened her eyes to two large, black, rounded mounds filling her view. She tried to reach out with both hands and found they still would not open. Only then did it come back to her — she had slept through the night in the latex slave suit. Even the used condoms were still hanging, untouched, from the leg-iron chain.

What a night. Jiang Yuchen felt the emptiness below her and turned the memories over in her mind. Time to change back now. She stood, walked slowly into the bathroom.

She sank into the bathtub with a long, satisfied sigh, already picturing the moment her arms came free, her hands opened, her body returned to her. “(The first thing I'm going to do with free hands is make myself come until I can't breathe.)”

But after a short while she noticed something was wrong. A burning sensation had begun at her throat. It was spreading.

She assumed at first that it was only the reversal solution taking effect. But very quickly she realized: she could no longer feel the suit at all. The ballet boots. The long gloves. The handles at her rear. Every piece had ceased to feel like something attached to her and had begun to feel simply like her.

That can't be right — A surge of alarm. She hauled herself out of the bathtub and hunted across the bed for the instruction manual. Was there something she hadn't read?

She found it. She managed, with great difficulty, to hold it up in front of the collar camera, and read:

[4. To prevent irreversible effects on the body, the wearer must remove the suit within 12 hours!!!]

“…It won't come off?”

She felt as though she had plunged into ice water. The strength drained from her hands. The fragile paper drifted from her fingers and settled onto the soft blanket below.

She did not notice that the aphrodisiac vials distributed across her body — emptied last night by every injection — had quietly, automatically refilled themselves.