Хочу нечто подобное, только волшебное и чтоб шею не стягивало. Может быть в форме браслета. Гуглтранслейт переведёт по большей части корректно. Первичное знакомство при заключении контракта:
Putting strange objects around your neck probably isn’t the best idea you’ve had, but then again, neither is running around the most dangerous parts of the galaxy trying to claim a fortune. Pressing a button on the shining band, you pop it open and line it up around your neck. It’s a little tight, but it should fit without crushing your throat. Sucking in a nervous breath, you snap the ends together, feeling a hidden mechanism make a satisfying ‘click’. It warms against your skin, pulling tighter and tighter until you fear it might start to choke you. It never does. Just when you’re starting to panic, it stops shrinking.
Probing around the edge with a fingertip, you realize that it wasn’t just getting tighter - it was changing shape, molding itself to the exact shape of your neck. There isn’t a single gap where your flesh isn’t kissed by the warm, flexible metal. It hugs your skin tightly, firm and constricting and yet forgiving enough not to pinch as you move around.
The binding collar hisses, startling you. You jerk a hand up to it, discovering nothing, but a moment later, you feel the source of the sound - something is sliding down the flesh of your neck, coating your collarbones on its way to your chest and shoulders. Your fingers find the foreign material. It feels slick, almost wet, yet solid and rubbery. Looking down, you can see it now, flowing across your body, shooting out inky streamers ahead of the creeping black edge. You try to block it with your hand to little avail - onyx creeps under your fingers, varnishing your body in sleek perfection. Deciding it’s either harmless or impossible to stop, you peel off your gear to watch its progress.
Sable shine flows down your tiny tits, pausing briefly at your striking nipples only to encase them a moment later, shrouding them and yet somehow doing absolutely nothing to conceal them. If anything, every detail seems emphasized, brought out in stark relief. The black coating turns your shoulders glossy at the same time, squeezing down on you until it treads on the edge between comfortably snug and claustrophobically taut. It oozes over your biceps, complementing the shape of your body with latex-like shine. You roll your shoulders, finding that it doesn’t restrict your movement in the slightest, not even when it nearly doubles you over with laughter at the tickling prickles of your belly button being enveloped.
When you come to, you feel sore in all the right places and utterly satisfied, like you spent the better part of an evening on a drug and hooker-fueled bender. You’re still wearing the suit, of course, but what you see when you look down shocks you.
The oily suit’s surface has transformed from a second skin into a far more revealing, rubber-like covering. Your buds are completely concealed. Instead of seeing your pussy in stark relief, engorged and fuckable, there’s a featureless, almost chaste mound of rubber. Feeling around your rear, you find your backdoor has been similarly obscured.
The collar chimes, and a demure voice purrs, “Initial configuration and neural interface complete. Congratulations on the purchase of your new Omnisuit, the ultimate in wearable technology. To remove, simply press the stud on the control collar. No other manual control is needed - the Omnisuit will shape itself to match your desires, all while ensuring that tactile sensation exceeds that of uncovered skin.” There’s a long pause, followed by a second message, “This prototype is not for resale or display in any fashion. Violation of your NDA may result in significant legal penalties.”
Рутинное одевание:
You close the Omnisuit’s collar around your neck once more, delighted to feel it molding itself to the shape of your body. After properly adjusting its shape, it hisses, and a wave of oily, latex-like material flows down your body, rapidly coating every inch of your form in clingy tightness. It feels wonderful, being wrapped up in ebony perfection once more, feeling it flowing back into position like the hands of a long lost lover.
Best of all, everywhere it goes, sensation is heightened, so much so that you feel compelled to remove your other garments. They chafe against your sleek new body, not to mention clashing with the flawless visual aesthetic you’ve acquired. It’s a shame that the Omnisuit only pleasantly stimulates you as it envelops your body this time. There’s no full-body teasing of every neuron, just the lovely feel of something rubbery and warm cupping and gripping every part of your form.
“Thank you for using your Omnisuit! Remember, the Omnisuit is the only clothing that can pander to your every desire!” a perky female voice chirps from inside your collar as you inspect the finished product.
Рутинное снятие:
You’re completely covered from head to toe in shining ebony. It’s thickened up nicely to conceal your crotch and nipples, but you know from experience how quickly the material can thin out to expose a latex-encased. It really is the swiss-army knife of outfits!
Touching a small stud on the collar, you command the Omnisuit to retract. It does so at once, making you shiver and shudder as it disengages from your latex. The crawling latex tickles at first, but with each blob that flows up into the collar, the sensations deaden. Once you’re completely uncovered, the collar hisses and snaps open, falling into a numbed palm. Your sense of touch is vastly diminished without the suit, leading you to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to just put it back on.
