Black Widow Symbiote - Widow's Kiss

"I've just put the costumes on the bed!", Jane said, shutting the bedroom door behind her as she walked back into the living room.

"What did you go for?" Mark asked, barely looking up from the TV at his girlfriend.

"Just a couple of superhero ones! The guy at the shop said they were a new shipment so he wasn't sure what the sizes are like. I thought I'd try on both and return whatever doesn't fit". Jane checked her watch. "I've got to go for that coffee with Shannon, I'll see you later! Love you!"

"Love you too!" Mark said as his girlfriend kissed him, heading out the door. His girlfriend Jane was due to go to a costume party that evening with her work friends and had decided to splash out on an expensive costume, much to Mark's annoyance. She had never really been into superheroes. He had dragged her to all the Marvel films but Jane didn't seem to pay much attention to them. He shut off the TV, having a sudden curiosity overcome him. If she never cared for superheroes, what costume had she chosen?

Mark moved to the bedroom where he found two bags on the bed. He quickly peeked inside. Inside the heavier bag was a mass of red and blue fabric, accented with gold. Inside the other was a matte black costume he would recognise anywhere: Black Widow. He picked it up, feeling the weight of the costume inside its plastic wrapper. Mark had always been a fan of Black Widow, and Jane knew it. Had she chosen the cat suit to impress him?  He was about to put the costume back and go back to the TV, but Mark felt compelled. It wouldn't hurt to have a proper look at the costume, would it? Jane would be out for a while, it would only be kind to check the costume was of a good standard before she was disappointed.

Unsheathed from its plastic wrapper, Mark held the catsuit in his hands. It felt leathery, strong but supple - far more impressive than the cheap costume he was expecting. He rubbed it between his fingers, and he fantasised how it would feel to wear, not just touch. It had every detail from the films, down to the smallest buckle. As his skin made contact with the material, he heard a voice in his head, powerful and commanding. Try it on.

Mark was convinced. After all, Jane wouldn't be home for some time yet, there was time for a quick try on. Mark found himself stripping down nude. He wasn't sure why, but it felt right. Holding the suit up against himself, he could tell it was far too small for him. He only hoped it would stretch. As he stood naked, he felt a wave of sexual thrill wash over him. Whether it was from the strange excitement of wearing a women’s costume or the danger of being caught in the act, Mark couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling the zipper down, he squeezed his legs into the tiny suit, the fabric stretching and straining. With some effort, he managed to get his feet into the inbuilt shoes, shakily standing upright. The suit suddenly went even tighter around his ankles, squeezing his feet smaller. The voice came in his head again. Soft and sturdy, perfect for your feet, he thought in a voice that wasn’t his own. He looked down at the heeled boots, fitting perfectly. He could have sworn that there was no chance for the shoes to fit him before he tried the costume on, but he was glad to be proven wrong. He stood comfortably, surprised at how quickly he had adjusted to the heels. A part of him knew he had already gone too far, his feet sealed into the costume, but the thrill was increasing with each second he stayed inside the tight leather.

As if it had a mind of its own, the suit slowly crept up his leg, sliding like a slick black oil over his shins. Mark gasped, a sudden flood of pleasure surging throughout his body, making his manhood erect. The suit crawled higher, squeezing and adjusting his body, the straps going tight around his legs. Mark reached down to help pull the suit higher. You want this, the voice said again. Mark was unable to argue - it felt incredible. He let go of the suit as it reached just below his groin, taking a few steps and staring at his legs, perfectly fitting inside the costume. He knew he should stop, to try and pull himself out of the suit before Jane returned, finding him halfway inside of her costume. He weakly tried pulling at the fabric, but it was stuck fast, clinging to his body as if it was a second skin. As he tugged, he could feel how his legs had reformed inside the suit, now toned but curvy. Mark found his touch was sending more erotic shivers through his body, his skin beneath the leather now shockingly sensitive.

The suit suddenly reared up ahead of him, suspending itself an inch ahead of his erect shaft. Mark watched incredulously as an orifice formed, completely beyond reason, the same matte black as everything else. He could see the inside of it, wet, sticky, and without even touching it, Mark knew it would be perfectly warm. His cock trembled, the strange orifice quivering in response. He tried to resist the primal urge to penetrate it, but the voice came in his ear again, smooth as silk. Just slip inside, it whispered. One touch won’t hurt. Mark took a deep breath, and entered.

His cock throbbed as the suit worked along it, pulsating and sucking with impossible skill. Looking down, Mark could see that there was no evidence of the rapid movements on the outside of the suit, only a slight sensual camel toe connecting his two now long legs. He staggered back, only to feel the suit sliding up higher over his rear. You want this. You want to feel all of this tight ass, it's yours, the voice said. Mark couldn’t help but grab at his rear, feeling how plump it had grown with the suit’s leathery touch now covering it. He felt something pressing at his body inside the suit, gently prodding at his anus. Everywhere the suit touched throbbed with pleasure, the material driving his senses wild. Give in to the pleasure. You want this, the voice said again. All of Mark’s concerns were gone - the money troubles, the worry that Jane would see his naked body half inside the suit, all fading with every pleasured tug. He gave in.

His cock quivered as he came, the suit sucking up his juices and clamping tight around his manhood. As it did so, the appendage slid inside his anus, beginning to throb and thrust into him. Mark moaned in pleasure, the pseudo-penis growing longer each second, sliding painlessly and pleasurably deeper and deeper inside his changing body. Soon, it was massaging his prostate, sending another surge of pleasure through him. The front orifice began working at him again, and strangely Mark felt another orgasm coming along, his penis rock solid and buried amongst the leathery folds of the suit. Good boy. Let it happen. The voice said again. Meekly he found himself nodding in agreement, the orgasm rocking through him once again. Such a beautiful body, tightly wrapped in leather. But we're not done yet.

Looking down at his body in between spurts of pleasure, Mark saw that his lower half was completely transformed into the curvy, powerful legs of Black Widow, all squeezed into the cat suit. The buckles for his equipment fastened ever tighter. He knew he had more to come. The appendage teasing his prostate grew thicker, Mark feeling it become ribbed inside of him, locking into place. Slowly, a smaller part of it began to work through him deeper, sliding up through his guts inch by inch. Mark didn't care any more, he was embracing the change. It felt too good to be ignored any longer. Inquisitively, the suit pumped at his manhood and ass with irregular, probing intervals, seeming to relish the power over him it had. Mark knew he was just on the edge of an orgasm, the suit skillfully keeping him on that pleasurable precipice.

It wrapped tight around his waist, squeezing him as more of his tingling body was covered. Shakily, he pressed at his now thinner waistline, feeling the hard, powerful abs beneath. Mark felt strangely delighted at Black Widow's belt buckle now being so prominently on display - as much a display of ownership over him as a display of identity. It must feel good to have that leather across your arms too, right? The voice said again. Following the commands inside his head, Mark began to squeeze his arms inside the sleeves, feeling them  clamp tight around him. His muscles felt small, but more powerful than ever. From the ends of the sleeve, where the inbuilt glove connected, he could see pale flesh had formed, and he slid his hands inside. His hands felt smaller, more precise, and far more sensitive, wrapped up in the leather fingerless gloves. He soon adjusted to the weight of the wrist guards. Mark couldn't resist any longer, running his small hands across his new body, squeezing at his ass and rubbing the camel toe on the outside of the suit. It felt incredible, and he could feel a rewarding burst of pleasure from the suit, his genitals held tight in its grasp. There's more soft parts to come, the sensual voice whispered again in his ear.

The suit peeled open before him, exposing the zipper. Mark knew what he had to do. He grabbed it between two small fingers, leant back, and pulled it up tight to his neck. The burst of pleasure forced him to come again, moaning loudly in the bedroom. He felt his torso compress as the suit wrapped around him, forcing his now soft skin into a leathery embrace. Two breasts formed, pressing hard against the inside of the suit. Just as it had done for his manhood, Mark could feel the suit sucking and toying at his newly erect nipples, keeping him wrapt with pleasure. Shakily, he pulled the zipper down, the heavy breasts pushing it apart until he had a deep, seductive cleavage. Feel how soft your breasts are, the voice demanded. Mark squeezed at them, the pleasure throbbing throughout his body as almost every orifice was teased. He never wanted this feeling to end, the sense of power balanced with pleasure that he was utterly subservient to. He looked down, staring at his cleavage, his wide hips on display below. Inside the suit he could feel it pulsating, working through his body, but from the outside there was no sign. The perfect disguise.

From the neckline of the suit, he felt another bulge of flesh forming. A floppy mask tumbled out, topped with bright red hair. He knew there was only one thing left to do to complete his transformation. Mark peeled open the mask, noticing the eyeholes, the space for a nose, all in the same latex like material of the rest of the suit's insides. The mouth had another appendage, shaped like a tongue, wet and dripping. You need it inside you. You want to taste the widow's kiss, the voice said, louder now. Closing his eyes, Mark held the mask tenderly, bringing it up over his face. He wanted that taste more than anything. He felt as though someone was tenderly kissing his lips. As another pleasured moan escaped him, the tongue slid in, playing with his own in a passionate kiss. After a moment toying with him, it grew longer, wider, and slid down his throat.

A wave of panic cut into the pleasure for Mark as for a moment he was choking. Then, it went, the suit breathing for him. The wet tongue shot down his throat, merging with the other appendage that had made its way slowly through his gut, nesting in his stomach. Mark was completely encased, enclosed inside the suit as it played with him, but he didn't care. It felt like bliss.

Perfect, the voice said, and Mark could feel his altered tongue licking his pouting, seductive lips. The voice sounded louder, more real than ever, and Mark realised why. It was speaking aloud for the first time. The Black Widow was in control now, and he loved it.

Natasha walked over to the mirror, her hips swaying. She felt the tickle of her long, straight hair on her porcelain cheeks and smiled. Just then, she was distracted by the sound of the front door unlocking. Her eyes went to the second suit still on the bed, and a mischievous smile crept to her perfect face.

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My first ever symbiote/living suit story, and a commission for PowerRangerPink! This was very different from my usual stuff but a lot of fun to do.  Expect more like this in the future!