A commission for DeviantArt and also one of my Mannequeen captions - the rest of which are available on my index page
The fall air was chilly in spite of the bright morning sunshine. Jamie shivered and scrunched his eyes as both lulled him from slumber. His head-ached and his body was heavy as he slowly became aware he was lying on a low wall. He couldn't recall why he would be sleeping in such an uncomfortable place – especially the night before his favorite day of the year.
The Expo!! He was suddenly wide awake and tried to sit, but something heavy seemed to be stuck to his back. He attempted to turn to see what it was, but the objects turned with him. More alarmingly, another weight swung at his chest, causing him to look down and catch his breath at the sight of two trembling breasts. It didn't take much longer to realise the weight on his back was a huge set of Valkyrie wings. They were clearly part of a costume, but the breasts felt as real as could be. Panicked, he tried to scream, but his throat seemed completely frozen. Shaking with fear, he looked around him for a clue to what was going on. A small tape recorder sat on the wall next to him. With quivering hands, he pressed 'play'.
“Hello Jamie. I want to play a game. For the past five years you have used the G3 Expo as your personal playground of perversion. You have used and abused female convention goers and cosplayers – using the crowds to camouflage your wandering hands and camera lens. You have groped and shot upskirt photos of countless young women and then bragged about it to your online band of creeps. Well, not this year. You will notice that for the first time in the last five years, you too are in costume. 'Mercy' is the ultimate field medic and you too will need to apply some tender loving care if you want any other kind of mercy. I have fitted you with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that has been programmed to bind with your skin permanently when the Expo closes at 7pm tonight. That is unless you manage to trigger the fail-safe. What is that you ask? Well, you don't because you may have noticed I have also disabled your ability to speak. That is simply to make sure you remain focussed on your task. You see, the most tender holes of your bodysuit have been specially designed to absorb ejaculate. In order to unlock your suit, you will need one load for every upskirt photograph you have ever posted on your blog. In case you've lost count, that's 246. Good luck, Jamie, you've got a lot of fucking to do. You are going to fit a lot of guys like a glove, or that bodysuit is going to fit you like a glove...forever!”
Jamie again tried to scream but once again no sound came out. It was at that moment he realised where he was. Across the plaza stood the convention center and already a long line was forming for entrance to the expo. He stood and began shuffling towards its in a pair of uncomfortable sandals. He stared at the dozens of Deadpools, Jokers and Lokis ahead of him and his skin prickled. His bodysuit prickled, he realised with dread. If it was this sensitive...that realistic in response to his fear, how was it going to feel when 246 men in costume took turns on him for an entire day? And how would he tell them if it got too much...?
