CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (4)

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 4

Cynthia wanted to say something, but her normal voice failed her. But she could still talk, starting to sound different, more high-pitched and youthful. A voice like that of a hot young bimbo, like someone who wanted to continue to appear to be a young woman in her senior year of high school.

Then she began to wonder, if it wouldn't be better to take off the suit. She brought a hand to her neck, to try to relieve the sticky feeling and the tightness with which it clung.

"But first I'll try on the wig," she said to herself without knowing why she said that.

She quickly grabbed the wig from inside the box and without picking up her hair went to put it on her head. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and her scalp felt like goose bumps. From cold she went to a strange warmth and for some reason she knew that her hair was merging with the hair of the wig. And as the purple wig became one with her hair and stuck to her scalp, her mind went blank again, it seemed like every single hair in the wig was fucking her mind, as it became her own hair.

"What was that?" she thought in alarm, but was too excited and horny, to think about anything clearly. Her self-control seemed to have evaporated, unlike her perversions and desires which had now taken control of her personality.

Then a new sensation caught her attention. She noticed how her breasts seemed to move on their own and become firmer again. She went to turn around to go look at herself in the mirror that was at the entrance of the house, right next to the front door.

But on the way a hand instinctively moved to her crotch and a shock of pleasure shook her whole body, causing her to contract and tremble and her eyes to roll up, while she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

A sensual tingling began to spread throughout her body starting from her nipples, which were becoming more and more noticeable underneath the tight outfit. It was like when she had felt very attracted to someone. A delicious, and addictive, sensation that combined with the butterflies in her stomach .

"What is the suit doing to me (cough)? I'm dripping wet right now," she said, realizing that her voice had almost completely changed. It was now high-pitched, hot and sexy. With a great effort of will, Cynthia started moving and walked out of the room, noticing that the wetness, underneath the soft layer of the suit, was spreading down both her legs. "I haven't felt this wet (cough) and this horny since... OH FUCK !!!! ..."

Her own reflection left her open-mouthed and without a word to express. She shook her head once, twice, then rubbed her eyes which began to itch and turn purple. Cynthia had a strong feeling of not being able to swallow and drowned in a happiness that increased, the more she saw the youthful aspect of her reflection.

"It can't be... it can't be... NO... CAN'T... BE... TRUE..." - she said to herself, changing her posture and looking at herself from all angles. Visibly, and as if the suit had been waiting until her vanity made her look into the mirror, the magic of the suit made her wrinkles disappear, the furrows in her forehead fade, her skin look like it did when she was a teenager. Even the disguised scars from her facelift were gone. "OMG! Please... let it be true, let that beautiful young woman be me!"

It wasn't just her face, Cynthia could see and feel how her breasts became once again taut and lifted. She could feel something in them building, removing the silicone implants she had from before her marriage, giving them the same form naturally. And then building up her breasts to a new and bigger form.

Around her waist the suit began to get tighter, at the same time her hips were widening and her ass was growing juicy and bouncy. In the mirror the marked hourglass silhouette was clearly noticeable,

"Mmmmmmm, Yyeeesssssssss!" she said enjoying those changes, intoxicated by so much excitement and no longer caring how ridiculous her new voice sounded. "Make me even better than I was..."

Many times had Cynthia missed the impunity of her 'High-School Days'. Abusing weak students, and getting away with it, had made her feel so superior. Using her beautiful body as bait, and only as bait, had made her so horny. Being devious and ambitious as an adult, it was an alternative that satisfied her needs and now she had what she wanted because of it... but... it just wasn't the same.

Contracting her face in excitement, Cynthia began to bite her lips, as her mind became more and more filled with corrupted pleasure, with renewed selfish desires. And suddenly, the personality she had in the 'High-School Days' was released in her mind. She wanted to be the one she once had been. Ambitious, selfish, manipulative, spiteful, cruel, vain, banal, flamboyant, full of pride, the source of gossip and commentary... In short a 'Mean Bitch'.

The more her mind filled with these thoughts, the more her few good feelings and intentions disappeared, even the love for her daughter, Amaya...


to be continued...