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Gloves for Yule: 8

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I had watched Aug pick a pair of gloves, he felt like trying on, earlier; they are very pretty and befitting, to his current suit.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-Length Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Ultra Feminine - Complimentary Fantasy” the second subtitle of his gloves reads.

“Could you help me, putting these gloves on?” I inquire, holding a pair of crystal-clear gloves up demonstratively.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-Length Condom Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Hyper Smooth” the second subtitle of his gloves reads.

“Since you are asking me for help; how could I possibly turn you down, Yule?” he inquires; “If you want to try these on, I will help you!” he continues.

“Just for the night, but I just can not help myself; once I had seen them, I had to try them on to explore how it feels to wear these..”I explain.

“Though I guess, I want to feel his hands all over my arms; while he is helping me put these gloves on, adjusting the fit for me..” I realize, as I had explained it.

“The gloves of your choice may be a bit peculiar, but if you want to wear them; who am I to stop you, after what I have put on?” he inquires; “since you are all dressed up, for the night, just fold up the quilt and sit down on your bed; hold up your hands before you, so I can help you..” he explains.

“Since you are wearing a girl’s ensemble, I guess you do have a point..” I respond, as I am folding up the corner of the quilt and sit down onto my bed.

“I am so excited and nervous, even if he had indeed promised to help me!” I realize, snickering.

I am lifting up my right arm, balling up my fingers into a fist; making my best, to make it easy for him.

He is holding out the glove for my right hand, before me; I slip my hand in, then starts spreading my fingers, once the glove is slipping past the wrist. As he continues to pull the glove further and further up, I am flexing my fingers eagerly; only to see the glove tighten up around my hand, thus restricting my fingers in the process. I can see my hand once more, balled up into a fist; as my hand is reaching the edge, and he is pulling the glove up into my arm-pit.

I am presenting my left arm, for him to slip the second glove on; he is putting the glove on, pulling it all the way up in a slow motion. I spread my fingers and flex them as he is pulling the glove on only for the glove to slowly restrict my hand, as it is contracting around my skin.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth; “curious..” I snicker.

While I am flexing my fingers, but my hand remains balled up; I feel the glove stretching, to accommodate for as much flexibility as possible. However, I can not flex my fingers; more than a bit, and never enough to make any difference.

“Whoa..” he exclaims; “is this, the condom Glove you wanted to try on?” he inquires.

“Yes, I believe it is!” I respond.

“Then, by all means..” he responds; “but, I should offer you the rest of the treat..” he suggests.

“Yes, (yes, yes); by all means, please do!” I respond, looking up expectantly at him.

He is producing a tube of skin-tone lubrication; “If you want me to; I would be only too happy to assist, Yule!” he prompts.

“Yes, please..” I respond.

With that, he uncaps the tube and pours gel into his right hand; before he is rubbing his hands to spread it out evenly, before turning his attention back to me.

“Here goes, if you have not changed your mind?” he inquires.

“No, please go ahead; I want to experience this, and I clearly need your help for that!” I point out.

With that, he is placing his cupped hands onto the tip of my glove; slowly caressing the glove, working the gel in into the surface of the glove. Spreading the lubrication, before he starts to move further and further along the glove. From time to time, he stops to pour more gel into his right hand; rubbing his hands, before he continues to spread the gel onto my glove.

Once he had coated my right glove, he continues to work my left glove; all the way up to my arm-pit, at which point it would appear he had just run out of gel.

“Seems this tube had been formulated, to be just enough for one pair of gloves!” he observes, with a smile.

The gloves are covered or coated in the skin-tone lubrication he had used to polish the gloves I wear. Not a single drop is smearing or dripping from the gloves; it is, as if he had never applied the gel in the first place. However, the gel makes the gloves tightening up and contract around my arms, restricting my fingers’ movement even further.

“If you lift your feet up, I will help you up into the bed; so that you can sleep comfortably, all night!” he offers and I comply.

I feel his hands pushing my feet in under the quilt; before he is helping me to fold the quilt back down, covering me up to my neck.

“There; sleep tight, and sweet dreams!” he offers.

“Thank you, Aug; sleep tight, and sweet dreams..” I respond.

Now he is turning towards the door, walking the few steps; before he is lifting up his right hand and gently extends the palm onto the plaque, spreading his fingers wide in order to open the door. The door quietly slides shut behind him, as he had cleared the threshold and I find myself alone under my quilt.

The light slowly dims down, as if it had been reflecting the light of a setting sun. I can still see the light of stars overhead, as if I had been lying under the open sky outdoors.

“Curious..” I ponder.

“So beautiful, I could cry..” is the last thought I experience; before I fall asleep, a mere moment after my head touches the pillow.

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I am still lying in my bed, as I wake up. The room is dark.

As I open my eyes, I can see the contours of the room, identifying the few things I recall I had in my room.

I am lying on my back, but it seems I can’t quite feel my hands; even if I clearly feel something, from where my hands had been the other day. I feel the quilt over me, and the black Silicone sheet under me.

While the quilt is holding me down, it is not what is pinning my arms down.

After a moment, the door to my bed room is sliding up; Aug enters the room, before the door promptly slides shut quietly.

“Good morning, Yule!” she exclaims.

“Good morning, Aug!” I respond.

She is stepping up to the side of my bed, plopping down to sit by my side, where I lay, restrained by my quilt.

“I think; you need a kiss, right now!” she offers, as she is slipping down to lay by my side on the bed.

“Yes, I would love a kiss, Aug..” I respond.

She is stepping up to the side of my bed, plopping down to sit by my side, where I lay, restrained by my quilt.

“I think; you need a kiss, right now!” she offers, as she is slipping down to lay by my side on the bed.

“Yes, I would love a kiss, Aug..” I respond.

It is a bit strange, to see my brother Aug standing before me, as a woman; when I recall her as a male, even if I still recognize all the features of the Aug I know she is still Aug, after all; and I had seen her putting the suit on, responsible for the changes I see in her new female form.

However, there is one thing sticking out, up front; even if she is still wearing her metallic bloody red panties, I can clearly see his penis. It had been under the thin membrane, the panties consist of; but during the night, as the changes had come to the fore, the penis had slipped through, somehow. I can’t point a finger at how, but I can clearly see the effect, and I can’t quite deny what I see before me.

I feel her hands, as she slides them over my chest; lying on top of me. She slowly moves her hands up over my breasts towards my chin, only for her hands to stop, as they are reaching my cheeks.

Now, I feel the suction-cups covering the palms of her hands, the hyper sensitive touch-pads at the end of each finger. I even feel a hint of her inch-long, semi-square, crystal-clear nails. Even if I can’t see the colour, and not just because her hands have yet to appear before me to clearly make the colour out. The metallic bloody red gloves she still wears makes it impossible for me to see.

With her arms by the sides of my body, she is sliding into position; gently placing her lips softly onto mine, in a loving kiss.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, as I feel the wet touch of her lips pressing onto mine.

Her lips parting, her tongue slipping out; licking my lips, before finally slipping in between my lips.

My tongue stretches forth, touching the tip of her tongue. My tongue is stretching further in between her lips, as her tongue slides in further into my mouth. I feel wet, as my tongue is sliding over the wet tongue of hers.

Of course she is wet, I should have known it; considering how I was lubricating her lips, as I was applying the lip-gloss. In the process, I had left her perpetually slippery and wet; only now, I find myself enjoying it more than I had dared to believe.

I feel the tip of her tongue slide in, into my mouth; farther than I had been expecting, only to pull back out of my mouth as she is pulling back.

“Just a moment; I have something to share, with you..” she prompts; before she slips out of bed, to stand on her feet a moment later.

“Just too bad, I could not ask you; to help me, slipping the top off of me..” she offers, before she is pulling the top up over her head; leaving it onto the floor, only to reveal her breasts before me.

“Oh, oh; yes, yes yes..” I mouth, as I see what she had been hinting at.

“Wonderful, indeed..” I mouth.

“I thought, you would say that..” she coos, snickering; "but just wait, until you can explore them, for yourself!” she points out; before she slips back, down onto the bed beside me.

“Can she by chance, mean what I think she means?” I ponder, as I am ogling her.

“I am saving the best, for last..” she points out; “while I had prepared your breakfast, in creamy and liquid form!” she promises.

“Liquid breakfast?” I inquire and she just nods; “I guess, I just have to experience it..” I conclude.

“Yes, I guess, you are right..” she responds.

She is slipping up, presenting a breast to me; making the nipple slide into my mouth, between slightly parted lips.

“Oh, one small detail..” she explains.

She is lifting up her right hand, extending the index-finger; only to place the tip of the finger on the middle of my lower lip, pressing down gently. I feel my lips contract, under her influence.

“Now, if you would just suck?” she coos; “and your breakfast is served..” she continues.

“I will just have to try this..” I ponder, as I start sucking.

While the tip of her extended index-finger remains, lingering on my lower lip: I start sucking, soon rewarded with my first squirt of warm milk hitting the back of my mouth.

“Oh, oh; yes, yes, yes..” I mouth.

Why she had given me the offer, to stop sucking and pull back at any time; the juicy and creamy milk is just too good, for me to pull back now. I had not even stopped, to consider; either stopping, or pulling back. Should I have? I am hungry, eager to enjoy the breakfast she is offering me.

I continue to suck, rewarded with new squirts of milk. Freshly served, the milk is hot and creamy as promised. Maybe, just maybe; this is why, I could not stop myself or pull back. Though I guess, I could have tried to pull back, just enough; to effect tentative tugs, in a teasing manner.

“Why, oh why?” I ponder; “I enjoy it, just as I enjoy the milk she is offering me..” I realize.

“Should I have, but I can’t make myself resenting it!” I ponder.

If it is, her being on top, or if it is the offered milk that is turning me on? Yet, it is turning me on. I find myself growing excited.

I eagerly swallow each squirt, she is offering me. Of course, I am enjoying it; it is a breakfast in bed, and one I will not have to clean up after or do any dishes after.

Squirt, by squirt; minute by minute.. and the time is slipping by. Yet, I am still enjoying it. Even when I start to feel my belly filling up. I just could not make myself stop. Not now, and not quite yet.

Should I? Why? I have no idea, not a clue. Not yet.

Though I guess, the first clue is forthcoming shortly.

Of course, the tip of her extended index-finger had been withdrawn; just as she had deemed my lips sufficiently contracted, but why not. I feel the large, hard nipple in my mouth, between my tightly contracted lips; enjoying each and every instant of it, even if this time is running short.

“I think, you have had your fill; spare some appetite for your lunch, will you?” she pronounces, teasingly; just as she is starting to pull back.

This, is the first hint; of just how tightly she made my lips contract, as she is pulling back. I feel my lips stretch, refusing to let go of her nipple; not just because I am still sucking, but that does help.

“But, but, but..”I ponder, in protest; “it is so good, I want more..” I continue.

“I may enjoy your belly, as it is; but if you keep sucking, it would be a dampener on your mood..” she explains; “and I know you don’t want that, because I certainly do not..” she points out, pulling back.

“Let’s have some fun..” she offers, once more placing the tip of her index-finger onto my lower lip, gently pressing down and caress it.

With that, I find my lips contract further; further and further, until she is withdrawing the finger once more.

“Wait, wait..” she puts forth; “you did put on a pair of Ballerina stockings, didn’t you?” she inquires and I nod.

“Oh, yeah; I thought so, remembering slipping these on last night..” she concludes.

“I would like, to see you up and about; prancing around, like the graceful Ballerina you are!” she exclaims.

With that, she is folding up the quilt; for me to be able to slip out of bed, to stand on my own two feet. Once she is folding the quilt up, I can sit up; sliding my feet out of bed, pushing myself forwards to find myself standing on my own two feet as suggested.

“Now, for the fun part; if you don’t mind?” she suggests; “Since you would be hard pressed; to slip the stockings of, right now!” she offers.

I just nod.

With that, she is slipping the right and left stocking off of me; while I lift my feet right and left, respectively.

“There..” she prompts, as she is folding the quilt down; if you care to slip onto the bed, resting on your belly for but a moment!” she offers.

I nod and slip down onto the bed, soon to find myself resting on my belly; eagerly awaiting her assistance, with breathless anticipation.

She is standing behind me, beside my bed; leaning down over me, as she is extending her right hand with her fingers stretching out. A moment later, I feel four of her fingers slipping in between my toes; slowly sliding up the length of my right foot, only stopping, as the tips of her fingers had caressed the entire length of the soul of the foot. I had felt her gently pressing down the tip of each finger, but just hard enough; for her to affect the desired change to the foot, as I feel the muscles of the foot relax as it is adjusting the posture.

She is placing the tips of her thumb and index-finger just at the back of my foot; sliding the hand all the way up the thigh, only to stop as she is reaching the back of my knee. In the process, she had effectively laced up a ballerina slipper onto my foot and halfway up my thigh. I had felt the squishy, glistering black Silicon coating the soul of my foot; in the form of the soul of the Ballerina slip she was lacing onto the right foot. The front of the foot is covered in a stiff, glistering, light pink to skin-tone Silicone; continuing all the way up the slipper. There is a golden tip to my slipper, upon which I can balance comfortably. The metallic, silvery lacing reaches from the border between my toes and my foot, reaching all the way up to the top of the slipper.

While my new Ballerina slipper initially does feel strict and tight, these sensations and feelings soon ebb out and slip my mind; to gradually be replaced, by a comforting and comfortable sense of my feet once more being nude.

Once she had laced up my right foot and leg, she is repeating the process of lacing up my left foot and leg; to give me the sense of being the Ballerina, I had been promised to be.

“There, perfect; how does it feel?” she inquires.

I look up at her, smiling shyly; grinning, in joy and appreciation.

Now, I once more slide my feet out of the bed; pushing myself off of the bed, only to find myself standing on the tips of my toes. I blink in surprise.

“H.. how, how..” I mouth, in stark realization; “could it possibly feel so natural, to me?” I ponder.

It feels, almost as it used to feel to stand up, on the entire foot. Just that I am half a foot taller than I used to be; as late, as last night. I feel the floor, as if I had been standing up; not as if I had been balancing, on the tips of my toes.

“Step up to the wardrobe and open the doors to the daytime suits..” she suggests.

“Oh, okay..” I just nod, as I am walking over to my wardrobe.

She quietly opens the wardrobe before me; offering the view I had been anticipating.

“Now, look into the mirror; look at your reflection..” she suggests, and I simply nod.

I can see my red lips and blue eye-shadows, just as I clearly see the Ballerina-slips I am wearing; while Aug is standing behind me, watching me from behind in preparation.

She is lifting up her hands towards my right shoulder, fingers outstretched; slipping her nails in under the glove, before she is pulling the glove down and off of my arm.

“Oh, oh, oh; ooh..” I mouth, as I can see the bare skin of my arm and what had been my hand as late as last night.

She is repeating the process, pulling the left glove off of me; watching my reactions, observing me as I realize what my choice of gloves is going to mean to my near future.

“Yes, I guess this is the gloves you chose to wear..” she mouths, silently.

I can not deny it, now; after I had seen the result, a full night’s sleep had incurred me.

As I am gazing into the mirror, observing my reflection; she is slipping her nails in under my panties, pulling the garment down. I can feel the slippery Silicone slide down my legs, where I stand.

“Raise your arms up; against the ceiling, please..” she suggests, and I comply.

With that, I feel the long nails slip in under the top I am still wearing. The next moment, she is slipping the garment up over my head; pulling it off of me, only to unceremoniously leaving it onto the pile of the last night’s ensemble.

She is leaving the garments on the floor of my wardrobe; selecting what I am to wear, for the rest of the day.

However, I am already wearing my new Ballerina-slippers, and she had selected a pair of panties for me.

Lift up your right foot..” she suggests, and I comply; only for her to place the metallic bloody red panties, under my right foot.

“Put the right foot onto the floor, before you lift up your left foot..” she suggests, and I comply.

She directs my panties to line up with where I am about to place my left foot; “you can put the left foot down..” she suggests.

”Rarity” the label reads; ”Tail-Panties” the subtitle reads; ”Ultra Tight - Plug and Play" the second subtitle reads.

As I comply, I feel her slipping the panties up. She is affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, perfect..” she exclaims.

“These do feel pretty good..” I consider, knowing they were never to present me with anything less than the perfect fit, in the first place.

She had picked a glistering black knee-length pencil skirt for me, presenting it before me; lift up your right foot, please!” she suggests and I comply; put down the foot onto the floor..” she continues and I comply; lift up your left foot..” she continues and I comply; “Put your left foot down onto the floor..” she concludes, and I once more comply.

She had instructed me, to take a step; and now she is pulling my skirt up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Knee-length Pencil Skirt" the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Membrane-Skirt” the second subtitle reads.

“Lift up your arms..” she suggests and I comply; whereupon she is slipping the pink daytime top down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Just one final item; and you are properly dressed up, Yule!” she promptly points out, presenting me with the matching blouse-top, she had intended for me to wear.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, in response.

I am lifting up my arms, before she even had the time to prompt me to; leaving her to slide the right and left arms into their respective sleeves, before she is buttoning the blouse up, eagerly.

“There, perfect..” she prompts, placing a hand onto the wrist of what had been my right arm.

I feel her lifting up her hand up towards her rump; only for her to promptly press my hand in into her anus, before I even had the time to react. What had formerly been my right hand, now the head of a Yello, eagerly slides in, with little to no prompting.

With the tip of the extended index-finger, she presses down on the lower lip; causing herself to contract, thus holding me firmly into place.

“There, how is that?” she inquires.

“Tight..” I mouth; “but slippery and wet..” I continue.

“I am trapped..” I realize; “but I find myself, enjoying it to the point of finding it exciting..” I realize.

“You signed up for it, Yule; I hope you enjoy it, because you have until tomorrow, like this..” she muses, snickering.

With that, she is grasping my free hand, or what had been my hand; guiding it up towards my face, slipping my hand in between my tight lips.

“There, I hope I am making a good point..” she suggests, as she is affording the hand a few tentative tugs and pushes: once, twice, thrice.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I scream; “yes, yes, yes..” I mouth.

“Follow the sensations, back to their individual causes..” she suggests; “and maybe, just maybe; you can control your arms, as they are now!” she prompts.

“Oh, oh; okay...” I respond.

With that, she is walking over to the door out of my bed room; lifting up her right hand and extend the palm of the hand gently onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door. She is stepping out of the room, pulling me out right along with her. The door promptly slides shut quietly behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

With my right hand, in the position it is in; I have no choice, but to follow her, as she is continuing over to her room.

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Tentacles and Glory Holes

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