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Kim woke up in darkness, her body feeling quite uncomfortably positioned. Her arms were tucked into her sides quite awkwardly, her legs folded, neck forward, something solid seemed to keep her from straightening out on all sides and held her rump from the ground. Something warm clung tightly to her body, making her head feel large and clumsy and through it all some solid annoying feeling was wedged between her legs, shifting just as much as she did, matching the motions. She recognised that last one, a chastity belt- oh god was that thing still on?

“Mmmh…” she mumbled, mouth aching as she spoke, realising that it too had been stuffed full. “Mmm- Hmmm?!” She moaned around a thick gagging shape, heart thumping in her chest as her hands fumbled around. What was going on?! The last thing she remembered, she was at a hen party with her closest friends, celebrating one last hurrah before she connected with the love of her life in marriage. Her best friend had been responsible for the belt, knowing some of Kim’s kinks and pretending it was to keep her modest through the night's activities in case things got out of hand.

Her rational mind hadn’t woken up yet, instead she feared something had gone wrong. Had they been interrupted? Were she and her friends being kidnapped?! She was definitely in some kind of box!

The woman’s hands felt more clumsy than they should, too, pushing at the edges until she heard something, a light ‘vwip’ as the metal teeth of a zipper pried slightly open. Not a box, a case! Her efforts focused on that corner, pushing until her hand broke through then wiggling to both sides. After a few inches, the suitcase fell open, the pressure of the bundled woman inside easily chased the zipper open.

She fell free, wincing as the solid belt around her waist clunked on the floor, though she was able to untangle her limbs. Her hands came up to her eyes, wondering why she couldn’t see. She felt an obstruction but kept stroking along it, a peek of light hit as she managed to shift a lightly strapped blindfold off from whatever was covering her head and eyes. “Mmh?” At first she had no idea what she was looking at, a pointed, squeaking rubber snout extended past her nose, sheltering the gag from outside manipulation.

Seeing her hands also cleared up why they were unyielding and thick, a pair of paw shaped mittens adorned them, seemingly connected to the rubber that ran all the way up her arms, squashed her chest and clung to her neck. She only had to peek down to confirm her fears, even her feet were covered.

She stood up, looking around the room, gulping again. It was a hotel bedroom, totally unfamiliar, with nothing inside except for the split open luggage she’d woken up in and no one keeping her company. Her body squeaked as she walked across the room into the en-suite bathroom, fumbling for the light.

For a moment she thought she saw someone else in the room, a humanoid fennec made of rubber stared back at her but what caused the confusion was the stereotypically male shape of it. A wide and flattened chest and stuffed shape at the crotch. It was her reflection.

Her friends must have done it to her, picking on her stature. She was five foot seven inches, a perfectly average height! Yet she was the smallest of the group.

Her cheeks burned from the humiliation, as did something else.

Kim took her time to give the suit a thorough inspection. An inflated tail bag stood behind her, two thick wide ears were also puffed with air to hold their shape and her mouth had a stuffed tube connecting to the outside, she felt air through it enough to know that it was probably designed for long term wear. Her mitted hands squeaked as they slipped along the surface, unable to hold onto the hood despite her attempts to grip on hard and pull. Though her prodding found that there was a discreet edge that let her tuck the suit’s jaw shut and hide the tube.

The other part that confirmed her most, not only did the suit she was in have no visible way out- not a zipper or flap to be found on her back, chest, neck or legs, it seemed literally seamless. She couldn’t feel one inside nor see one outside.

She did her best to fight it free, even trying to knead the lightly padded lump between her legs in case it hid some secret.

“Mmmh, mm-mmmmhhh!” It had been sculpted to make her look masculine below the suit but had a double purpose, her hands didn’t even disturb the chastity belt.

Her heart was really pounding and not from fear but exhilaration. This was so hot! So many things were hammering her buttons at once. Humiliated, her shape hidden and disguised, her faculties diminished, absolutely no way to satisfy herself, nor any means to physically escape from her situation or even be let out by someone. In past play sessions, even when she’d pretended she was stuck with her friends nearby, she’d always known they would release her before the morning.

Being well and truly trapped, it made her feel incredible. She staggered out of the bathroom, heading straight to the bed. She fell back onto it, rolling around with her mitts trying to rub aggressively between her legs and over her chest. The rubber suit’s pressure kept her from teasing and satisfying herself in the slightest, the frustration was only turning her on even more.

The suit squeaked loudly with Kim’s body getting hotter in a literal and figurative way and only served to wind herself up more. Between musing on which of her friends had done this, and how, she dredged up a few flashed memories, of her getting slightly tipsy but still holding her tongue when asked provocative questions, hinting without telling. Then- then had come the game of truth or dare.

She had no idea whether the suit was related to that, but a nagging thought she couldn’t connect told her that she’d either revealed too much in a truth or been slipped into this as part of the dare. Surely if it was the latter she’d remember the suiting process and how to get it off… She shuddered, letting out one final “Mmmhph.” As her thoughts distracted her from her own fun.

She forced herself to stand, legs quivering in lust, feet slapping the floor loudly as she gripped the nearby table edge and tried to will calming thoughts to take priority. When her breathing had steadied, something that despite the simplicity was also hard thanks to the rasp through the gagging tube, she started searching for clues. Opening every drawer and searching every cupboard found only one thing. The suitcase had a tag on it, her address was written plainly there, though a phone number that wasn’t her own sat as the contact detail, otherwise it was empty and unmarked. She couldn’t even puzzle out where she was from peeking out of the curtains.

A distant hum of a vacuum caught her attention, another jolt of reality, the hotel staff were turning down the rooms. She glanced at the clock, already it had passed ten in the morning and all hotels she knew required guests to have checked out by then or shortly after.

Her heart thudded once again, almost wishing she could climb back into the suitcase, pretend not to be there and get mailed back home.

The fact was she was going to have to face the music soon. Outside her room would be the cleaning staff, then assuming she didn’t run into any other guests she would have to confront the reception staff.

She could only hope that her memories would fill in the blanks and she would know where and how to get this suit removed, or else… She gulped, the wedding was in four days’ time, if she was still stuck when that day rolled around, at best her predicament would be immortalised in the photos.

What if it really was permanent? What if this was her body now? She thought to herself, and as those thoughts rolled around she found herself getting hot once more… one more futile attempt at rubbing herself on the bed wouldn’t hurt that much, right? And if the cleaners did come into the room it’d be no more embarrassing (and arousing) than if she passed them in the hall.

With her mind made up, Kim climbed back onto the bed, gasping hotly as she let herself play on…