Kim Languishing in Leotard Rain poured down in a city of the future. A female figure in a hooded coat wove her way through the neon-lit streets to a small but decent apartment complex. She scanned her wrist at the main gate and slipped inside. She took the elevator to the top floor and entered the corner apartment overlooking the city. Kim sighed as she shed her sopping coat at the entryway revealing her tight pantsuit before that was peeled o ff . Work in a dystopian future was hard as it is without dodging gunfire and shady people. The panel on the wall beeped and let her know a package had arrived. Kim told it to have it delivered as she headed for a much-needed shower. When she entered the entryway and hour later in nothing but her panties and sports bra, a package was waiting in front of the mail chute. Her system scanned everything for weapons, explosives, or poison. According to the wall screen this package contained clothing and traces of nanomachines. Opening the box revealed several small bundles of cloth in di ff erent colors. Also inside was a digital card from Digifazhion, a rather famous company known for its innovations in merging nanotechnology with clothing to create outfits that not only could monitor vitals but morph and change color on demand. Extremely expensive. What was this? She just ordered some combat underwear. Kim reached into the box and pulled out a small pair of dark gray shiny tights and deep blue leggings. The final item was a leotard: light gray with a high collar, no visible seams, and extremely small. It felt so silky and premium in her hands. Kim almost missed the remote in the bottom of the box. This was definitely was of those morphing outfits. She had heard of basic bodysuits and the like morphing into entire dresses complete with accessories. This was worth a month’s salary at least. Should she try them on? “What the hell. It’s here and I just tore a hole in my last one.” Kim discarded her bra and panties before pulling the tights over her feet. “Are these compression ones? Why are they so tight?” Kim grunted as she struggled to pull them on. When they finally snapped tight around her waist they squeezed her legs and pulled snugly against her crotch. Deciding to leave the leotard for last she forced her legs into the stockings which were an even tighter fit. They came to mid-thigh and the edges sank slightly into her skin. Her breath came quicker and Kim felt a heat in her cheeks. Was she getting turned on already? Kim was definitely a little aroused now, but decided to continue. She held up the strange leotard with no seams. After a bit of poking she decided the neck was the only way. “Well...I hope it stretches.” Kim sat on her couch and forced her legs though the tiny opening. After much struggling her feet found the leg holes and she pulled it up slowly wincing at the size. “No way this fits.” Once it reached her hips she forced her arms and torso against the opening swaying her arms to work it on. Her fingers found attached gloves as the rest of the leotard cut into her upper arms. “Nngh! Come...on...WAAH!” Kim gasped as the material slid home over her shoulders and around her neck with a pop. “Nngh! Oh my god...” Kim tiptoed to the wall mirror and gasped. The leotard pulled snug across he torso squeezing but supporting her breasts, sucking into her stomach, cupping her pert bum, and vacuuming into her crotch for a subtle but defined cameltoe. She held up her gloved hands to wiggle her encased fingers and marvel at the quality. The cut was pretty modest with a hint of cheek, but her nicely framed breasts and crotch eliminated any sense of modesty. And it was SO tight! It fit like a too-small second skin. She can barely get a finger into the collar! How did she even get into it? Kim sighed. This would be long sweaty fight to remove. Kim picked up the remote and pushed the boxes to the side moving back to the mirror near a little side table in her dining area with a wood floor. Real wood, too. A gift from a wealthy client. She slid her free hand down her shiny chest with a hissing sound and stopped at her bum as she pivoted to examine how good it looked. “Damn. This is...really sexy. No way I can wear this to fight in even under some armor.” She tapped the screen on the remote and it came to life. “Welcome to the Digifazhion Personal Pleasure Suit. Please accept the terms of service before selecting a setting.” Kim’s face grew very warm. The absurd tightness and highlighting of her breasts and crotch suddenly made a lot of sense. This was a custom kinky outfit designed for “recreational” use by the lonely elite. Well, she ticked the lonely box at least! “It...couldn’t hurt to try it out a bit,” Kim mused. She flicked contemptuously through the terms and hit accept. A dizzying array of suit options presented themselves to her from colors to fitment to...adult modes. Kim’s gloved hand trembled with...excitement? She pressed it and several preset modes appeared as a list of thin touch icons. Vibrations, NanoTouch, breathplay...bondage?! A carnal curiosity urged her forward. “Maybe just the lowest setting.” Of course with her trembling hand and the thin icons her finger brushed against the first setting on the list: Buildup. Kim gasped as she felt the entire leotard pulse against her as the nano-fabric went to work. Sensations like fingers stroking and squeezing her body caused her to drop the remote on the table and dance around feeling tickled. “Woah woah wah...ooh!” The sensations slowed and grew firmer focusing on her back. “Oh god...it massages!” She rubbed her arms feeling the soothing embrace of her new outfit and closed her eyes. It was even massaging her hands. Her fingers were firmly squeezed several times, but then it didn’t release. Kim opened her eyes and tried to move her fingers, but they seemed stuck together. She held her hands in front of her. “Wha...?” The fingers on her gloved hands had stuck together and bands of material were circling her hands binding them into useless mitts. “This is di ff erent.” Her collar suddenly began flowing upward pushing hard against the underside of her chin before flowing upwards towards her mouth. “Hey! What is this?! Who the hell orders something like thimmMPH!!!” The fabric slid over her mouth and nose pulling incredibly tight. “Mmph! Whmm mm hmsh?!” Kim shook her head and rubbed at her gag with her bound hands before she felt a tickle between her legs. Three tickles. “Hmm? Whmm mm dmm nww?” Three tiny protrusions pushed through the tights and began growing into Kim’s lower holes. “HMMMM!” Kim could only paw hopelessly at her crotch as they grew longer and thicker. The incredible sensations in her bum, vagina, and even her smallest hole caused her to sink to her knees as the plugs reached maximum size. A sudden pressure on her breasts made her look down. Kim squealed as two thin protrusions pierced her nipples and expanded into small plugs. “This is c-crazy! No way clothes should be able to mmm...do this!” As she tried to push herself to her feet black cords erupted from various places on her leotard and tights cinching her thighs to her calves in a tight frogtie as well as dragging her arms behind her. Kim fought their e ff orts, but the additional pushing and poking of the NanoTouch fabric allowed her wrists to be tied tightly between her shoulder blades in a moderate reverse-prayer tie. “Shtmmp mmm!” More cords went around her chest above, below, and between her breasts before wrapping around them in a strict chest harness that grew tighter with each breath squeezing and forcing out her breasts in a very lewd way. While a part of Kim was enjoying the rush her more sensible side wanted this to end. She looked up at her wall panel and tried to summon her AI assistant. “HWWW! Gmm mm shmm shmmrrr!” If somehow it could understand, her cleaning bot might be able to cut her bonds. Her suit on the other hand had noticed her yelling and decided to do the opposite! “HWWWH! Cwwl frrr hwwwMMGHK!” Kim choked as something forced its way between her lips and rapidly expanded into a ball. It grew so large it stretched her jaw and could be seen poking through her fabric-covered lips. A similar protrusion to the ones in her lower holes grew from the back of the ball and down into her throat while the gag over her mouth and nose tightened down immensely. “HM M M MKKK!!! ” Her nose was compressed and the ball/phallic gag were pushed even deeper making screaming or even breathing very di ffi cult. She shook her head “mmph-ing” thinking it couldn’t get any worse as another black cord looped around her waist. “ Hmm mmgh nnmm... ” Kim looked down as the cord cinched itself tightly above her hips with a knot in the center. Her eyes widened as the remaining cord slid between her legs as she knew what was coming next. The cord between her legs slid under the cord around her waist in the back and began to pull. “ Nnn mmm! Hmm GmmMMMMPH!!! ” Kim’s eyes bulged as the cord pulled incredibly tight biting deep into her leotard-covered crotch and shoving her already deep plugs even deeper. Kim tried to slow her breathing and looked down at her current state. Okay. I am tightly bound in a leotard and tights with kinky nanotechnology bindings, plugs, and drugs. Aaannnd... the remote to control them is still on the table and I am on the floor. In a frogtie. Wait, drugs? “ Mmmm ff ... ” Kim could feel more than just her saliva sliding down her throat and a tingling warmth beginning to spread from her abdomen. Seriously? Kim knew that it was not permanently harmful, but could seriously mess up her mental state for days if exposed too long. At least it’s done and there is nothing else to... BZZZZZ!!! “ NNnnnmfgh! ” Kim squealed as all the plugs in her lower holes and breasts began to vibrate. The pleasure was immediate and radiating as her arousal instantly surged. Aah!...of course they vibrate! If I’m going to be kinky it’s going to be on my own terms! She squirmed around on the floor fighting against her own body’s desires more from her sense of pride than genuine distress. I should probably get that remote down here before this goes too far. She began bumping the legs of the table with her knees trying to scoot it around and get the remote to slide o ff . “ Nngh...hmm nn! ” Of course, moving her legs around put more pressure on the plugs and caused her crotch rope to grind into her increasingly needy love box. Kim’s face grew hot as the pleasure built between her legs and in her chest. Oh no! “ Mmmph nnm gm ff ! ” She instinctively closed her legs which only squeezed down on her lower additions and brought her past the point of no return. “ Mm ff ...mMMN...MMMMPHFFF!!! ” Kim spasmed as she was brought to one of the best orgasms of her life. She sat there panting and feeling the warm afterglow. Wow...that was...intense. I admit I needed that, but I’m not all about sitting around like a damsel in distress! As soon as she found her bearings she resumed trying to move the table around. The suit sensors had logged her orgasm, but also noticed her remaining levels of stress and resistance to the program. The precious user could use a little more “help”. So, as Kim prepared for a big shove on the table the suit delivered a large increase in vibration intensity. “ NNMMMGH!!! ” Eeek! I have to nngh...hurry before it goOOoooh! Kim moaned as the NanoTouch feature returned with multiple “hands” created by nanomachines in the fabric stroking up and down her body. She resisted for a while struggling with table as more “hands” joined in pressing and kneading any sore sports on her back, arms, and legs. Mmm... this feels really...no! I have work tomorrow! What Kim had not realized was that her discreet implants had been actively trying to filter the pleasure drugs in her system, but they were beginning to lose. “ RRGH! Hmm nn mmf...mmph? MMMPH! ” Waves of burning need began pulsing through Kim’s system. “ Nmm hmm... ” Unable to focus she realized that to renew her e ff orts she would just have to satisfy her urges. Kim squeezed her legs together hard. “ MMMHMMMMGH! ” O-okay. That was...amazing. I feel really hot...I want another one, but I have to be a functional person tomorrow! Kim drew on her resolve and threw her shoulder as hard as she could into a table leg causing the remote to slide close enough to the edge she could see its underside. Almost! She curled her toes under her feet and pushed up as much as her bound legs would allow trying to reach it with her nose. “ Hmmf...nnph! ” Just as her nose touched it, her suit decided it needed to “relax” its user more forcefully with maximum settings for her plugs, NanoTouch, and a fresh dose of drugs. “ MMMMRRGHKKK!!! ” Kim spasmed and sank to the floor moaning as the new settings brought a tidal wave of pleasure that turned her muscles to jelly. She felt the “hands” squeezing the insides of her thighs and caressing her bound breasts. “ MMHMGH! Nmm mm hmmk! ” Her bound hands flapped uselessly behind her back as she thrashed about the room. Her strength quickly faded and Kim was left sitting there panting and moaning through her punishing gag as the pleasure built up like never before. The drugs were flooding her system and she desperately needed to orgasm. Aah...mmgh! S-so strong! Have to get..out, but I have to....CUM! She scrunched up and shuddered with a massive orgasm the at left her squealing. “ MHMMMMGHK!!! ” To her surprise the pleasure barely dipped and another orgasm was already building. She had to hurry! With the last of her energy she squirmed over to the table. A loud beep came from above it. “Error 423: System Locked. Autorelease disabled.” Oh no...you don’t! Kim ducked her head before bringing it up hard. Her headbutt knocked the remote onto the floor next to her face up. Kim waddled over to the remote to see the error on the screen. She bent down and tapped it with her nose to no response, so she smacked it with her forehead. “ HMMPH! ” Turn o ff a-already! The error screen slid away and another screen popped up saying that due to a password token error the suit would continue to malfunction. Would she like to initiate the emergency shuto ff ? Yeah, I would like to... “ ...mmmph... ” The “hands” had found her nipples and another was sliding between her legs. Kim knew this orgasm was going to be insane, and it would be a shame to miss it. She panted into he gag as she slowly pumped her legs back and forth, the material making swishing sounds against the floor. Her hips rocked back and forth as immense drug- enhanced pleasure flowed from her crotch and breasts. “ ...mm...mmph...Mhmm...MMMPH! HMMMMGH!!! ” Kim threw her head back squeezing her legs together as she experienced the strongest orgasm of her life. “ MMMMRRRRPMMMMMMPHKKK!!!!! ” As she slumped to the floor exhausted she used the last of her strength to angle her head to hit the remote. Her forehead smacked the remote and it responded with a beep. The plugs immediately stopped and the restraints’ sealed knots broke with a loud pop. They slithered back into the leotard as the garment itself loosened and retracted its plugs. Kim could only lie there in a heap panting as her kinky clothing returned to its original state. I did it...whew. That was close. Any longer and I would not have the strength to escape. After regaining some of her composure Kim struggled her way out of the leotard, tights, and stockings. Leaving them in a pile on the floor she stumbled into the bathroom and took another shower. She could not help but feel how sore and sensitive her swollen breasts and privates were. She spent a while in the shower. As Kim feared, once morning came around last night’s exertions left her sti ff and tired. As she prepared to leave, she pulled up the article she had been looking at again. According to the news, several Digifazhion items had been recalled due causing “trouble” for some users. Any existing garments were “free”. Yeah. She felt the bulge of the remote in her pocket. It was risky, but maybe her tech-savvy contact could take a look and tune the suit. She glanced back at the garments folded on the table with a blush. She had the entire next weekend o ff . :D