I can’t believe I’m feeling this… in this form. And yet— I’ve already started touching myself, watching that version of me in the mirror.
Added 2025-04-24 01:41:47 +0000 UTCWhat reflected in the mirror was no longer Nureba.
It was—the plump, glossy creature in red and white latex,
fully sealed and gently inflated, with her limbs and face swallowed in smooth curves.
A breathing hose filled her mouth.
Nureba couldn’t speak. She couldn’t swallow.
And so, a thin strand of drool slipped down—
not from Nureba lips, but from the “nose” of the mask.
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Nureba caught the moment in the mirror.
That drip. That glint. That helpless expression.
And somehow, seeing that… made Nureba heart twitch.
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“Nn… ngh… mmhh…”
Nureba couldn’t say anything—
the hose trembled softly with every shallow breath.
But the pressure from within,
the humidity sealed in Nureba skin-tight prison,
kept bouncing back inside her.
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The mirror showed a sweet, perfect image:
the inflated suit, the bulging chest,
the red-marked silhouette of someone not quite.
Not quite myself.
But somehow…
watching that mirror react made the warmth rise between Nureba legs.
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Nureba shouldn’t be enjoying this.
This wasn’t Nureba.
And yet…
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“Nnh… I don’t want to… I shouldn’t…”
That’s what she tried to say.
But Nureba tongue was pinned, her voice locked,
Nureba shame spilling instead through a quiet trail from her masked nose.
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Nureba couldn’t look away.
Nureba was breathing faster.
The latex clung tighter with each pulse.
In the mirror, that suit looked back at her—
still dripping.
Still beautiful.
And still… trembling with a pleasure Nureba couldn’t deny.
