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Flash fiction LV
When her new scuba gear finally arrived, she had been kind of disappointed, because it wasn't quite as she'd ordered it. Most of it was bright red instead of black, except for the gloves, for some reasons. Then it had a glossy surface instead of a dull finish. And something like the weird mask-snorkel combination she hadn't seen before, either. But somehow it intrigued her and put it all on anyway.
Things started to get interesting after the body-heat activated contact glue on the hems of her gloves, on the shoes of the fins, on the mask and on the front zipper had bonded. Obviously she did not notice that at first, but when she felt a bit sweaty and decided to undress, she noticed. And panicked a bit, for a while. After she had calmed down again and accepted that she wasn't going to get out without help, she found herself strangely aroused by her situation. Luckily only the front zipper was stuck, the crotch zipper still worked. So she was able to do somethin
Flash fiction XLII
I think I've never felt that sweaty before in my life. And my feet were killing me. And I could not even complain about it.
The genie had said that I had to train for at least six hours before he let me out again. He lied. At least about the suit. The tape he removed after six hours of training, but I'm still stuck in the suit. And now I can't even find the genie anymore. Though I still hear his laughter every once in a while, somewhere in the background.
I still go to the gym every moment I can spare, hoping that he might set me free after I did enough workouts.
Here you see the newest member of the diet suit spa. Their method of loosing weight is equally simple and effective. They have put her into a skin-tight red catsuit made from a special rubber that slowly contracts. The contracting is very slow, but also unstoppable. And of course the suit is virtually indestructible. So now her job is to loose weight faster than the suit cont
Agent O'Hare and the Fashion Crisis
The going was slow, and dangerous.
Agent Leticia Le'Eaf used the scientifically-developed suction-material on the palms of the smooth, latex gloves, climbing up the sheer, vertical surface of the glass tower.
The Fashiona Spire, the creation of that most nefarious ne'er-do-well, the Fashionista. One part multi-billion dollar fashion business mogul, one part queen of crime, one part-
“Whoop!” Leticia yelped, as she gripped slapped her palm on the next window, only for it to cave inward, under her weight, and she tumbled inside.
Fortunately, rather than a hard floor, she tumbled ungainly into a large pile of soft clothing with a dull 'whump'. Floundering around, in the dark, she dug her way out of the pile, and saw she was in some kind of old storeroom, or...or an extremely large closet. There were racks and racks and piles and stacks and boxes of clothes, all around. The only light coming from the building opposite.
“Oh!” Leticia gasped, as she felt something dig