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Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale

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I had just stepped into the room of my little sister, only to find a fairly large cat balled up on her bed. (The Cat is roughly the same size as my sister, but I can’t say exactly!) I had stopped, dead in my track; gasping, as I realize what I am looking at. (While I had knocked on her door and called out, but still!)

“I may have known, that you liked to be a Cat..” I finally mouth; “but this?” I inquire.

“I bought a (Latex) Cat-Suit on-line..” she blurts out; “and tried it on..” she continues; “it feels great!” she concludes.

“You bought a Cat-suit..” I put forth; “on-line?” I inquire, almost stumbling on my words. (She is nodding in affirmation.)

“I am wearing it, right now!” she explains.

“I don’t think..” I supply; “that is what one usually refers to; as a Cat-Suit..” I point out.

“The suit covers my body, arms and legs; thus, a Cat-Suit!” she suggests.

“Yes..” I respond; “but it does not make you look like a Cat, while wearing it!” I protest.

“Wait.. what..” she responds; ”it doesn’t?” she inquires. (It is after all, what this cat-suit is doing for her.)

“You CAN still stand up?” I inquire.

“Uhm..” she puts forth; “Yes!” she finally confirms.

With that, she launches herself at me; stretching her body, as she focuses on her Human form in the process.

I yelp, as she throwsherself at me, in a warm embrace, hugging me tightly.

“Of course, I can stand up!” she finally points out.

“Uhm.. yes..” I stammer; “I can clearly see that.. now!” I then confirm. (The situation is just boggling my mind, even before I think about it.)

“Let’s have some fun..” she suggests, tentatively.

“Oh, okay!” I respond.

With that, she is stepping around me; before she is placing her hands under my breasts, cupping my bust playfully in a tentative manner, as if trying to feel me.

After a moment, her right hand slides up before my eyes; just as her left hand slides down to my waist. Her left hand gently holding me in place before her; as the right hand is starting to change back into the paw I had seen while she was lying on her bed.

“Amazing..” I mouth; “Incredible!” I exclaim, as I am watching her right hand slowly, fluidly melt into the cat’’s paw I had seen a mere minute before.

“Yeah.. I guess it is!” she responds.

When the paw turns back into her hand, I notice that she still has the sensitive touch-pads at the edge of each of her five fingers.

“Uhm..” I breathe; “but, why do you still retain the touch-pads of the cat-form?” I finally inquire.

“I can’t quite make these vanish; if it is because I can’t see my fingers without them, or if I don’t want to let go of that part of my new self!” she responds, trying to explain.

“Oh.. Oh..” I respond; “Okay!” I conclude; I guess I can live with my sister having these sensitive touch-pads!” I concede. (But, now I just have to tease her for this; I just need to figure out what to do, and when to do it.)

“Maybe..” I ponder; “but yes!” I conclude, as I place my hand on the back of her right hand.

I guide the hand towards my mouth, as I part my lips; extending the tip of my tongue, licking the touch-pad of her index finger playfully for a brief moment.

She gasps, taken aback by the sensations elicited; or, if it is in the playful tease I had just performed on her.

“That feels so.. so, so, so..” she breathes, not quite finding the word for how it feels.

“Good..” I suggest; “natural?” I probe.

“Uh-hm..” she responds; “yes..” she then confirms, after a long moment of contemplation.

“Then..” I probe; “you don’t mind, if I were to lick your touch-pads?” I inquire.

“No, not really..” she responds; “but, why?” she inquires.

First now, as I am licking the touch-pad; do I finally notice the style of her nails.

“I like your nail-style..” I put forth; “how did you accomplish it?” I inquire.

“Thanks, Sis..” she responds; “strangely enough.. it came with the Cat-suit!” she explains.

“Oh, curious.” I respond; “because I doubt even a Salon could make your nails looking quite this good..” I point out; “even if they could give you long nails, with oval tips!” I conclude.

“It never even occurred to me, I could go to a Salon; in order to have my nails done, and now it is pointless..” she suggests; “in any case!” she finishes.

“I am so jealous, of you; I’m envious, of what your suit gave you..” I confess.

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“In case you are not wearing the suit, over the week-end; is there a chance, I could borrow your suit?” I inquire.

“Over the week-end?” she inquires; “sure!” she agrees; “I can live without the suit for a few days!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Sis..” I respond; “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I conclude.

“You are quite welcome, Sis..” she responds; “I just hope, you will be enjoying the suit!” she puts forth.

“Thank you, Sis..” I put forth; “I am sure, I will!” I conclude.

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“Will she let me try out her suit, the entire week-end, or just a few hours on Saturday?” I ponder.

“I will accept what she is giving me, even if it is just a few hours...” I consider. (A few hours, is still better than the nothing I had before!)

Just seeing her, wearing that suit; is making me excited, very excited. I feel weird, looking at her, as she is wearing the suit. It isn’t, in how it had been crafted out of Latex or covering her entire body seamlessly. (Even if her suit had been crafted out of Silicone, rather than latex; but there is no way of telling the difference, without making specific tests on her suit.. which I can’t do, in any case!)

While she had made me envious and jealous of her, and the suit; I can’t resent her for purchasing the suit, even if it had been on-line. How could I? She is after all my sister. When she was agreeing, to lend me the suit over the week-end, there goes the last excuse to protest.

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As I step into my bed room, on Friday; I can see the suit lying on my bed, awaiting me with a hand-written note on my bed stand.

“I guess: she was accepting the full week-end?” I ponder, giggling like a little school-girl, in excitement over what she had given me; even if it is just for the week-end.

I eagerly step up to my bed, picking up the note she had written to me; reading the message, with mounting excitement. (I even find myself drooling, over what she had just done for me; even if I may only have this suit for the rest of the week!)

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“Dear Sis..

Since I have promised you, you could borrow this suit over the week-end;

I took the liberty of entering your room, in order to deliver it to you right away!

I hope, you will enjoy her as much as I have done..

Just make sure, to return my Cat-Suit in the same condition as you received her in..

I doubt, she can be replaced; on the account of her being a custom ordered item!

Please, Sis; place her on my bed, Sunday night at the latest..

Yours Truly

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Once I had read her message, I had disrobed promptly; whereupon I had lubricated myself with great care, choosing a water-base lubrication in order to preserve her Latex suit.

Now I find myself, coated in nothing but the generous amount of lubrication; holding the suit in my own two hands, excited over the promised experience I have before me.

I lift my right foot as I am lowering the suit; slipping the foot into the entrance, in the neck.

Quivering, in reverent excitement; as I am stepping into the suit, I am holding in my hands.

“Tight..” I breathe; “she truly is exceedingly tight!” I ponder, as I am slipping my foot into the suit. (The word "Skin-Tight" is coming to mind; even if that barely holds up in comparison with the tightness, of this suit!)

“I guess: my Sister is a little bit slimmer, than I am?” I ponder, in question; which probably is true.

I pull the suit up, as I push my foot down; feeling as if the suit was swallowing the foot, quite eagerly. The slippery wetness, the lubrication is offering only heightens this experience, as I continue to slip the foot further into the suit.

Before I even realize it, my foot has slipped all the way down; guided by the constriction of the suit, as I find my toes slipping into their respective places. (Yes; this suit is indeed coming with toes, as if I had slipped my foot into a toe-sock.)

I place my foot onto the floor, as I am lifting up my left foot; slipping the foot into the entrance in the neck.

“Tight..” I mouth; “so very, very tight!” I breathe, as I continue to slip my left foot deeper and deeper into the suit.

A moment later, I am standing on my very own two feet; pulling the suit all the way up to my waist, in a heartbeat.

“I feel wet..” I ponder; “just that it is my entire body; from the waist down, feeling wet!” I continue.

Though I am indeed wet, all the same; excited, aroused by the experience the suit is exposing me to.

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“Is this, how my sister felt, while she slipped into the suit?” I ponder; “or, while she is wearing it in general?” I question.

I had just slipped the suit all the way up, now covered in the glistering black, glorious silicone. (Even if my sister had assumed it had been latex.)

I turn my attention, or as much as I am capable of in the state I am currently in towards the bottle of lubrication I had used. (I am after all old enough, to own this gel lubrication!)

“Oups!” I exclaim, in a strangled gasp.

“No wonder, I feel wet..” I realize; “this gel had been intended to be used sparingly, not in the generous amounts I had covered my own skin!” I ponder. (It had just felt so good, {So very, very good; it is impossible, not to enjoy it, for all it is worth!} to experience the gel spreading out over my skin; as I had applied it to my skin, before I had slipped into the suit I am currently wearing)

“I can as well enjoy it, for all it is worth; I can’t slip out of the suit now, in order to wash the lubrication off of me and swap it for the intended gel now!” I breathe. (The gel had already been used, applied to my skin!)

I experience a growing urge, to crawl up onto my bed and curl up into a ball. After a moment; the urge is growing over-whelming, and I find myself complying. I can’t help myself, in the end.

I take the few steps from where I had been standing, towards the bed; sitting down onto my bed, before I curl up into the fluffy ball and rest. (I soon find myself falling asleep, just as if I had been a House-Cat.)

The position is surprisingly comfortable, to me; even if I had known, I should have found it exceedingly uncomfortable before.

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I find myself waking up, after an undetermined time; finding myself quite comfortable, where I lie curled up on the top of my bed.

“Oh..” I ponder; “did I just fall asleep?” I query; “I guess: I just took a cat-nap, then!” I finally conclude, without a worry in the world.

Surprisingly, I am not worried about the time I had been sleeping. (or, had I just dozed off; spending time completely unconscious?)

I am lifting up a black paw, before my face; critically examining it, for a moment before I ignore it as if I had been born with it. (Technically speaking, I had; but it had been a hand on a human girl, at the time!)

A Cat-Suit is a Cat-Suit, but still.

Of course, I have these highly sensitive touch-pads, just as she has; but I’m a Cat, right now.

I jump down from on top of my bed, comfortably landing on my own four paws as I hit the floor.

As I move over the floor, in my own room; I can clearly see the shadow of a Pi inch thick tail, eight foot long. (Curious! But, this is the suit I had asked her to lend me; and it is the suit I had chosen to slip into, without a moment of hesitation.)

“Is this the difference between a catsuit, and a Cat-Suit?” I ponder.

“I have a few things to consider, try out and confirm!” I ponder.

Could I turn back to my human form at will, as fluidly as she clearly can?

I lift up my right fore-paw before my face, thoughtfully licking my highly sensitive touch-pads.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe; “Yes, that is confirmed; my touch-pads are indeed highly sensitive..” I realize; “and now I know, how it felt for her too!” I conclude.

On closer inspection; the palm of my hand has a suction-cup, too. Otherwise; it seems, the suit is giving me exactly what it gave my sister. (Well, why not? Had I been expecting it, to be selective in what it does to us?)

I stretch my body in a fluid motion, standing on my own two feet the next instant. That was easy. (Almost too easy?) Not that I am about to complain.

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I had just put on some clothes, in order to walk out of my room; I just isn’t comfortable, walking out nude. (While I am still wearing the suit, I am in my Human form all the same.)

The wet sensation is persisting, of course; what had I been expecting, I had already knowing it would not just cease after a few minutes. While I had not known, realized the effect this gel were to have upon me; but now it is obvious, what it is doing to me. (Even if I am still oblivious of the ultimate consequence I am to be facing.) The longer I am exposed to this, the deeper the effect will be in the end. (..and I had been promised, to have the suit for the entire week-end!!)

Should I try to find my own suit? Even knowing I will not find one, like the one my sister had bought. Well, why not? I will just wait, I have the rest of the week-end in the suit.

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I am meeting my sister, in the kitchen. She is apparently hungry.

“Hi, Sis..” I exclaim, as I spot her on my way into the kitchen.

“Hi, sis!” she responds; “I take it, you already slipped into the suit..” she continues; “enjoying it to the fullest, for as long as you can?” she inquires.

“Thank you, Sis..” I respond; “I did, and I am!” I respond.

“Go figure!” she responds.

“It.. it.. it.. is so deliciously tight.” I respond; “and I am still wet, but it feels so good I can’t slip out of the suit!” I ponder, as I am considering the situation I had slipped into.

“I noticed..” she responds; “while I had been hoping it would be tight; but it would appear, it is even tighter on you!” she suggests.

“After I have slipped out of the suit and washed it, I will be lubricating it for you!” I promise.

“Thanks, Sis..” she responds; “you did not have to do that; but I will still appreciate it, if you were to do that for me!” she concludes.

“I know..” I respond; “but I still want to lubricate it for you, all the same!” I respond. (I had already bought the special lubrication, I had in mind; I have an entire bottle, of the high grade extra virgin blend.)

I know the suit she bought must have cost her more, than the entire bottle of lubrication; so it is a small price, to compensate her for the two days without the suit. (At least, it is to me.)

Even if it will take me an hour, to apply the lubrication to the inside of her suit; I will be doing it for her, even at the cost of the bottle of lubrication I will be using. (I’m not even doing it, for the privilege of holding on to her suit longer; but I will be enjoying, caressing the inside of her suit as I have washed it meticulously!)

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I had followed her out, walking over to the old play house we still have at the back. We rarely to never play in the house; but it has been left where it is. (It’s a convenient cover, where we can hide; when we disrobe, in order to play outside as cats.)

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Just as I had promised, I had slipped out of the suit she had lent me over the weekend. I could do nothing less; it is after all her suit, and I am incredibly fortunate just to be able to borrow it over the weekend.

It feels weird, to slip out of the suit, as if it had not wanted me to slip out of it.

It feels weird, to be nude, without the suit covering my body and all my skin. (I feel strangely nude.. {or skinned?} without the suit on, even after just two days inside it.)

It feels weird, it just feels weird. (I will just have to buy myself a suit of my own, to cure my ailment. {Wouldn’t I?} Should I ask her, what site she had bought it on? Probably.)

Once out of the suit, I am washing the suit carefully; both inside and out, in order to present her with the suit fresh and clean as I had promised.

While it had taken me mere minutes to slip out of the suit, and maybe half an hour to wash her suit; I had spent considerably more than an hour, lubricating the inside of her suit, meticulously.

With the now dried suit on my bed, I slowly caress its inside with my bare hands; coated in nothing but the lubrication as I had promised.

Bit by bit, inch by inch; I am coating the suit with the precious lubrication, as payment for the time I had been gifted to have the suit on.

I notice the suit absorbing the gel, surprisingly greedily; for a suit crafted out of silicone. (Even if she still thinks it is Latex. {Or is she just saying it is Latex, because it sounds better and more luxurious?} Well, who cares!)

Only once I had managed to apply the lubrication as intended; feeling the cool and slippery wetness coating the insides of the suit, do I let go of the suit. With the suit completely saturated and wet inside; I turn it skin inside-out, or, rather reverse its state of being inside out.

While it is late, Sunday night; I am walking the short distance from my room over to her room. Since she had told me to place it on top of her bed, I open the door; not expecting her to be in the room, whereupon I place the suit onto her bed.

I leave the suit on her back, her head over the pillow; as if it had been my sister herself, I am placing on her bed. I am just as gentle, careful in handling the suit; as if it had indeed been a living person, and not a mere suit. (I could do nothing less, for her; after what she had given me, all the joy I had experienced.)

Once the suit is on her bed, I am walking out of her room; closing the door behind me, as I am leaving her room. (A moment later, I am back in my own room, tired but quite pleased and satisfied.)

Once I had undressed and slipped on my pajamas; I slip in under the sheets and rest my head on the pillow. A moment later, I am fast asleep, sleeping soundly.

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Siblings, Siblings

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Ps: Corsetes are included. (Internal)

Author's Note

Sister, Sister..

Sinister Canister