CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (5)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT

Part 5

Cynthia almost ran back to where the box stood. She ignored the excitement she felt, the desire to get one of her dildos and throw herself on the couch to masturbate herself into semi-unconsciousness and then later look for some stud to give her a good fucking and then another and then another. She was more eager to finish dressing herself in the outfit, to see what changes would happen.

She pulled out the boots from the box and quickly put them on. The suit tightened a little more around Cynthia, and she then noticed something new happening. From the two parts between her legs, she began to feel a vibration first and then something that made her moan. Each of the protrusions inside her began to widen and to lengthen. First the growth was fast, then, cruelly, teasingly, it continued to do so more slowly, irregularly, turning in on itself, and it would seem that something from within was struggling to escape.

Cynthia with her eyes lost in their sockets again, was pushing and rubbing between her legs and kneading one of her breasts wildly and almost forcefully. She still couldn't believe what was happening to her, and wanted the surprises and what that suit was doing to her, to never end. She came close to reaching an orgasm but never made it over the edge.

When her intruders stopped squirming and the suit stopped shrinking and started causing that sensual tingling again, Cynthia took a deep breath and recovered. The tighter the suit became around her and the fuller the plugs got inside her, the better she felt and the hornier she became. Her waning vitality due to age and her almost extinct sex drive, for menopausal reasons, was now a thing of the past.

A desire to do things... a myriad of things, coursed through her body. She noticed that her body was now brimming with strength. She felt this so intensely, that she knew that only in death would she lose that vitality again... Or if she took off the suit, something totally unthinkable. Cynthia didn't notice that the suit was invading her thoughts and planting new ideas into her mind. Ideas of being Black Violet, an evil villain, worse than Dark Violet.

"Mmmmmmm, this city doesn't know what awaits it," she said to herself taking the belt and wrapping it around her waist. "With the power I now have thanks to this suit... the High-School won't be enough for Black Violet."

Black Violet listened with delight to the click of the belt fastening and noticed again that the suit did something else too... But she didn't realize what. She looked at herself in the mirror and didn't see anything different, nor did she feel the pleasure increase or the suit shrink or the dildos grow inside her.

"What?" she said disappointed and tried to undo the belt, to fasten it again, but the buckle seemed stuck.

She cursed, as she tried to take it off, but was unable to. She struggled for a while... and suddenly... it dawned on her what had happened. A vile grin tugged at her fleshy lips. Black Violet tried to take off her boots, and was unable to, they seemed to stick to her feet. She had the same result when she tried to stretch the collar of the suit. She couldn't tell without looking in the mirror where the edge of the collar was and where her skin began.

The new Black Violet laughed with satisfaction, as only a villain could. No one, not even she herself could free her from what she was now. The power that had corrupted her would now be hers forever, and Cynthia would only exist in legal papers, as her cover. For now she was none other than Black Violet, the cruel vixen who would now abuse the whole city.

No one could stop her, nothing could stop her... except...

"The hood," she said turning her thinking to the last piece. She began feeling panic, remembering what the hood had done to the Dark Violet of the TV series, and how it had ended in disaster for her. Pushing her doubts aside she went ahead and was getting even more excited at the same time, if that was possible, when her gaze searched for the last piece of the costume. She wanted to complete her transformation by putting on the hood and feel the full power of Black Violet.

"MOM?" she heard suddenly, from behind her. "Is that you? What are you dressed up as?"

"Amaya?" she replied, her mind temporarily changing from Black Violet back to Cynthia, turning around in surprise to see her daughter coming home too soon.


to be continued...