Preview of Losing Lockdown
Story by Ashari on SoFurry
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Summary: A streamer makes a challenge for herself, to finish whatever punishing games her chat throws at her while dressed in a humiliating rubber outfit. The catch is, if she can't beat them by the end of the month the costume stays locked! What's more she has to start a new game each time.
Word Count (Full Version): 2002
Two minutes remaining, she looked to the camera, checked the preview, raised her hands to touch alongside her head, feeling the extra width caused by her attire and the squeaking restrictions to her full range of motions.
There was no more time, her husband made sure she stayed honest by controlling the display, activating the camera and showing her audience and backers that their host was now in a shiny rubber costume. Lynn had run a contest and this was what had won; a full body costume of the anthro bobcat Bubsy. The head wasn’t too overly mascot-like, yet was still very much a reproduction of the character, the rest of the suit was all one piece, including the shirt that ran down to the elbows and didn’t quite cover the body’s full torso.
Her chat exploded with a full range of reactions; puzzlement, amusement, hilarity and a flood of emojis. “Hey guys, gals and other pals, welcome back to the stream. So as you can see, I’m all costumed up and- yes, yes that’s right.” She said answering the few questions she could keep up with. “Yes it’s Bubsy and no, chat, it’s not because I like him. No, the point is it’s embarrassing.”
After a few seconds more to let responses trickle in she gasped. “Oh trust me, I want out of it already, but that’s the point.” She allowed some more murmuring and back and forth, even getting up to walk so her entire body was in view, dressed from head to toe in the costume with not an inch of her peeking out.
She let her audience grow as late arrivals tuned in, her moderator team starting to field questions before she sat down and addressed the pivotal rules herself.
“For those who haven’t been following, this is my new appearance, only half out of choice. You all know my husband, he’s going to slap on a lock to this suit before your very eyes, a digital one, no keys, so no cheating when the camera is off. I have until the end of the month to clear whichever game my top supporters have set out for me. When I succeed, pew-pew! Kchack! That’s it! The lock will spring open and I will escape this costume. If I fail… then whoever the top donator is gets to pick the following game for me to try and I have to start all over.
Now, since the month is half done, that means I’ve only got two weeks left before the first pick, to make it quite likely you’ll have me like this for another month, but after that, heh, I’ll be out before you know it! And before you worry, I’m planning to make a yearly event out of this if it goes well. Maybe other costumes, to give you guys a chance to add handicaps by choosing something with big gloves or less fingers.” She said, winking and chuckling before remembering, behind that mask, none of her expressions had a chance of making it through.
“This is going to be an introductory stream, to let you all see the face you’ll be presented with and field your questions, but before we really get started; Love?”
On cue her husband rose up, he took the lock in hand, showed it to the camera, let it focus, and then made a show of hooking it into place. Inside the suit, Lynn was already sweating out of pure nerves. The thought of it being stuck in the suit, with a few discreet holes that were the absolute bare minimum needed to function long term, had been intimidating to her, but she was sure she was up to it.