Chapter 12: Latex Assistance
The doorknob rattled violently. "Seriously, guys? Locked? It's my room too!" Natalie's voice, muffled but distinctly annoyed, pierced the humming silence. Chloe and James stood frozen in their vibrant latex, power thrumming through them, utterly exposed in the center of the cluttered dorm room. The Superman suit glowed faintly blue, the Wonder Woman costume vibrated with a low resonance, the black suit on the door pulsed violet like a furious heart.
James reacted first. Moving with impossible speed – a blur of blue and red – he was at the door before the handle fully turned. He slammed his palm flat against the wood, reinforcing the flimsy lock. "Just a sec, Nat!" His voice boomed, amplified, layered with an unfamiliar command that silenced Natalie’s fumbling keys instantly.
Chloe snapped out of her paralysis. "Natalie! Don't come in!" Her voice, sharper and clearer than usual, held a note of Wonder Woman authority she didn't know she possessed. Her eyes darted wildly around the room. "Just... gathering James’s clothes! Be right there!"
The absurdity of the lie hung in the air, thick as the suits' combined hum. James’s discarded jeans and t-shirt lay in a heap near the rug. Chloe scrambled towards her closet, grabbing her fluffy white bathrobe. She threw it on over the Wonder Woman suit, cinching the belt tightly, hoping the structured bodice and crest wouldn't show too obviously. The golden lasso, still coiled in her hand, felt impossibly conspicuous. She shoved it deep into the robe's pocket, the coils heavy and warm.
James peeled himself away from the door, the blue glow dimming slightly as he moved back. His posture remained unnaturally tall, the cape settling. He gave Chloe a tense nod.
Chloe unlocked the door, opening it just a crack. Natalie stood there, cheeks flushed, gym bag slung over her shoulder, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Gathering clothes?" She peered past Chloe, her gaze instantly locking onto James, still resplendent and towering in the full Superman suit, minus only the cape draped dramatically over a chair back. His bare feet looked incongruous on the worn carpet. "Uh-huh." Natalie’s voice was flat. "Right. ‘Clothes.’" She pushed past Chloe, her eyes sweeping the room – James in the suit, the black suit pulsing on the door, the discarded jeans. "What is this? Some kind of kinky superhero roleplay? Because if it is, the door lock was a good call, but seriously, warn a girl."
"It's not like that!" Chloe protested, her face burning beneath Natalie’s scrutiny. "It's... complicated. Experimental cosplay tech. For Con." The lie felt flimsy.
Natalie snorted, walking over to her desk and snagging her bright pink water bottle. "Experimental tech that makes McGuinn look like he bench-presses trucks and hums like a transformer? Sign me up." She took a long swig of water, eyeing James critically. "Seriously, dude, that suit is unreal. Like, CGI unreal. What's it made of?"
"Latex," James said, his voice still carrying that deeper resonance. He shifted, the blue material rippling over his muscles. "Special blend."
"Special blend," Natalie repeated, skepticism dripping. She turned to Chloe. "And you? What’s your ‘experimental’ look? Or were you just admiring the view?" Her gaze dropped pointedly to Chloe’s bathrobe, probably noticing the slight bulge of the lasso in the pocket or the way the robe didn't quite drape smoothly over the suit's structure underneath.
Chloe flushed deeper. "No! Mine's..." She gestured vaguely towards her closet. "Still prepping."
Natalie shrugged, slinging her water bottle strap over her shoulder. "Alright, well, mystery acknowledged. Later, freaks." She headed for the door, then paused, turning back with a wicked grin. "For the record, McGuinn? The suit works. Majorly. Chloe? Help with the Catwoman later? Still need that… lube." She winked, chuckling at her own joke, and was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.
The tension didn't leave the room with her. It thickened, condensed by the close call and the persistent, dissonant hum of the suits. Chloe sagged against the door, the bathrobe suddenly stifling over the humming latex beneath. "Oh god, that was close."
James moved towards her, his movements fluid and powerful. He stopped close, the blue glow from his chest illuminating her face under the dim fairy lights. The hum from his suit seemed to resonate with the vibration coming from beneath her robe. "Too close," he agreed, his amplified voice low. His gaze was intense, focused, the suit's influence palpable. "We need to understand these things. What they do. What they want." He nodded towards the bathroom door. "And Natalie... she's curious."
Chloe met his gaze, feeling the Wonder Woman suit thrum in response. Shyness was a distant memory, replaced by the suit's fierce clarity and the lingering adrenaline. "She wants the Catwoman suit," Chloe said slowly, the implication settling like a cold stone in her gut. She thought of the black suit pulsing on the door, its violet light seeming to quicken at the mention. "The original."
James's expression hardened, the Superman persona reinforcing his resolve. "Then let's get her ready. Safely. We do it together. We control it." He gestured towards the small bathroom. "In there. Private."
Chloe nodded, pushing off the door. The Wonder Woman suit flexed and hummed against her skin, empowering her apprehension. She walked to her closet, pulling out the sleek black Catwoman costume – the one that had started it all, the near-identical twin to the violet-pulsing terror on the door. The material felt cool, almost inert in her hands, but she knew better. She grabbed the familiar bottle of dressing aid.
James followed her, his presence filling the narrow hallway outside the bathroom door. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over the glowing 'S', a silent, powerful sentinel. The deep hum emanating from him vibrated through the floorboards.
Chloe opened the bathroom door. Steam still lingered from Natalie's earlier shower, fogging the mirror, making the air thick and warm. The scent of coconut body wash mixed with the faint dampness of old towels and the metallic tang of the leaky faucet. The single bulb flickered erratically.
Natalie was already stripping off her hoodie and leggings, tossing them onto the closed toilet lid. She stood in her sports bra and boy shorts, stretching her arms overhead with a groan. "Ahh, much better. Volleyball practice is brutal today. Okay, Chlo, hit me with the magic sauce." She grinned, turning and wiggling her hips playfully. "Make me look dangerous."
Chloe forced a smile, holding up the bottle and the folded black suit. The bathroom felt suddenly claustrophobic, humid, charged with the hum from James just outside the door and the ominous memory of the suit's twin glowing violet mere feet away. She unscrewed the cap, the clear, viscous liquid cool against her fingers. "Okay. Arms first. Lift."
Natalie complied, raising her arms. Chloe poured a generous dollop into her palm and began smoothing the slippery dressing aid over Natalie's toned bicep, then down her forearm. The skin was warm, slightly damp, muscles defined from hours of practice. Natalie sighed. "Ooh, that feels weird. But good weird. Cold." She watched Chloe work, her expression curious. "So, seriously, what's the deal with McGuinn's suit? It looked... alive. And he sounded different. Like, authoritative different."
"It's... complex," Chloe murmured, focusing on coating Natalie's shoulder, avoiding her eyes. "Special material. Reactive." She moved to the other arm, the dressing aid slick under her fingers. The hum from James outside seemed to seep through the thin bathroom door, mingling with the dripping faucet.
"Reactive, huh?" Natalie chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Looked like it reacted very well to you." She winked. "Not that I blame it. Or him."
Chloe's cheeks flushed. "Nat, stop it. It's not like that." She scooped more dressing aid, moving to Natalie's back, smoothing it over the smooth skin and defined muscles of her shoulders and spine. The Catwoman suit lay draped over the sink edge, looking deceptively benign.
Natalie arched her back slightly under Chloe's touch. "Mmm, okay, okay. But tell me this: does your suit make you feel... different? McGuinn seemed... more. A lot more."
Chloe paused, her hand resting lightly on Natalie's lower back. The Wonder Woman suit hummed beneath her own robe, a vibration she felt deep in her bones – fierce, confident, clarifying. "Yeah," she admitted softly, the word escaping before she could stop it. "It does. Stronger. Clearer."
Natalie turned her head, catching Chloe's gaze in the foggy mirror. Her eyes, usually bright with mischief, held genuine curiosity now. "Stronger, huh? Interesting." She turned fully, facing Chloe. "Okay, front half. Do your worst. Or best." She grinned, but the playful edge was tempered by something else – a spark of anticipation, perhaps? A competitive urge ignited by the talk of power?
Chloe Choi iswearing her latex Wonder Woman outfit and stands next to her room mate Natalie dressed in the latex Catwoman costume
Chloe took a breath, the humid air thick in her lungs. She scooped more dressing aid. The fluorescent bulb flickered again, casting brief, stuttering shadows. She began applying the slippery fluid to Natalie's collarbone, then down over the swell of her breasts above her sports bra. Her hands moved carefully, methodically, the intimacy of the act heightened by the confined space, the lingering steam, the watching eyes in the fogged mirror, and the constant, resonant hum of power just beyond the thin bathroom door. James waited, Superman in the hallway. Natalie stood before her, eager and unknowing, about to step into the embrace of the black suit's twin. The air crackled with unspoken potential and a deep, gathering dread. Chloe’s fingers slid lower, coating Natalie’s toned stomach, the slick liquid gleaming on her skin under the flickering light. The Catwoman suit lay ready, a pool of silent, waiting darkness.
The Catwoman suit lay ready, a pool of silent, waiting darkness on the edge of the sink. Chloe picked it up, the slick black latex cool and unnervingly heavy in her suddenly trembling hands. She unfolded it carefully, revealing the full catsuit, complete with pointed ears sewn into the hood and gleaming metal claw tips at the fingertips.
"Okay, step in," Chloe instructed, her voice tight. She held the suit open at the legs. "Slowly. One foot at a time."
Natalie grinned, stepping into the first leg hole with the grace of an athlete. "Feels like I'm committing to something serious." The humid air clung to her slick skin as Chloe guided the suit up over her shin, the cool latex meeting the slippery dressing aid with an almost adhesive tug. "Whoa, clingy!" Natalie gasped, lifting her other leg. The material flowed upward, tightening instantly around her thighs and hips with that unnerving, liquid suction Chloe knew too well. It molded with terrifying precision to Natalie's athletic frame, the high-cut legs emphasizing powerful quadriceps.
Chloe worked quickly, pulling the suit up over Natalie's waist, the structured panels accentuating her narrow waist and flaring hips. She helped Natalie work her arms into the sleeves, the latex stretching and conforming to her biceps. Natalie flexed, watching her reflection in the fogged mirror. "Damn, this material is insane. Like a second skin." Her voice held pure delight, no trace of the dread Chloe felt knotting her stomach. Chloe pulled the high collar snug around Natalie’s neck and settled the hood with its pointed ears over her damp brown hair, tucking strands away from her face.
"There," Chloe breathed, stepping back slightly. The transformation was immediate and unsettling. Natalie looked predatory, sleek, and undeniably powerful in the gleaming black. The suit seemed to drink the flickering bathroom light.
Natalie turned, admiring herself in the mirror, running her hands down her latex-clad torso. Her gaze caught movement in the steamed glass – a flash of vibrant blue and red peeking out from the gap in Chloe's loosely tied bathrobe. Natalie’s playful smirk returned. "Ready for the convention already, aren't we, roomie?" she purred, her eyes meeting Chloe's in the reflection.
Before Chloe could react or tighten the robe, Natalie's fingers, surprisingly quick, darted out. She tugged the sash of Chloe’s bathrobe. The knot gave way easily. With a fluid motion, Natalie pulled the robe open and then off Chloe's shoulders entirely, letting it fall in a heap on the damp floor.
Chloe stood revealed in the full glory of her Wonder Woman costume. The star-spangled red bustier, the deep blue latex leggings, the golden eagle belt and tiara – all shimmered brilliantly under the harsh, flickering bathroom light. The material clung to her petite frame, highlighting curves she usually hid, amplifying her presence in the cramped space. Power hummed visibly from the suit, a faint golden aura seeming to emanate from the crest and lasso coiled at her hip.
Natalie’s eyes widened appreciatively, sweeping over Chloe from head to toe. She let out a low whistle. "Wow, Choi." Her voice was husky, filled with genuine admiration. "You are rocking that bod. Seriously." She took a half-step closer, the black latex whispering against itself. Her gaze was intense, lingering on the gleaming suit, then lifting to meet Chloe’s eyes again. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.
"And you know what I just realized?" Natalie murmured, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr that sent an unexpected cascade of tingles across Chloe’s skin, cutting through the suit's amplified clarity. "Both Catwoman…" she traced a black-clawed fingertip lightly down her own collarbone, her eyes locked on Chloe’s, "...and Wonder Woman…" the claw gestured towards Chloe’s shining form, "...they like men." Natalie leaned in fractionally closer, the scent of coconut body wash and new latex thick in the steamy air. Her whisper was a warm breath against Chloe’s ear. "As well as… women." The final word hung, charged and deliberate, the hum of Chloe’s suit vibrating in time with the sudden, frantic pulse in her throat. Natalie pulled back slightly, her cat-like smile deepening, her gaze holding Chloe’s, waiting, the black suit gleaming silently as the faucet dripped. The air crackled.
Natalie's whisper hung in the steamy air, charged and deliberate. Chloe couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The hum of her own suit vibrated intensely, resonating deep within her bones, amplifying the sudden, shocking heat blooming low in her body. It started as a subtle warmth deep within her core, then surged outwards, a spreading wetness moving from deep inside her vagina towards the sensitive outer folds of her labia, slick against the cool latex clinging to her skin.
Natalie’s pupils dilated, her playful smirk softening into something far more intense as she watched Chloe’s reaction. A visible flush crept up Natalie’s neck, disappearing beneath the high collar of the Catwoman suit. Her breathing hitched, shallow and quick. She felt it too – that same insistent, pooling heat, a mirroring arousal ignited by the proximity, the charged atmosphere, and the sleek, gleaming vision of Chloe transformed before her. Her gaze raked hungrily over the star-spangled bustier, the defined muscles of Chloe’s arms beneath the blue sleeves, the way the golden belt accentuated her narrow waist.
They stood frozen for a heartbeat, suspended in the humid silence broken only by the persistent drip of the faucet and the distant, resonant hum from James beyond the door. The flickering bulb cast shifting shadows across Natalie’s intent face. Slowly, deliberately, Natalie lifted her hand. Her black-clawed fingertip, no longer teasing, traced the shimmering edge of Chloe’s golden eagle breastplate.
Chloe gasped, the sensation electric, jolting through the suit and directly into her skin. Her own hand, seemingly moving of its own accord, lifted. Her fingers, unadorned but trembling slightly, brushed against the smooth, cool expanse of latex covering Natalie’s sculpted abdomen. The touch was tentative, a question. Natalie’s answering sigh was a soft, ragged sound that seemed to vibrate in Chloe’s own chest.
Natalie moved first. Her other hand came up, sliding around the nape of Chloe’s neck, gloved fingers tangling gently in the short hairs beneath the golden tiara. Her touch was firm, grounding. She pulled Chloe closer, their bodies not quite touching yet, the hum of two suits creating a palpable field of energy between them. Natalie’s eyes searched Chloe’s – no trace of the usual shyness, only Wonder Woman’s intense clarity warring with raw, unfamiliar desire. The gaze held a question, a plea, and a certainty all at once. Chloe didn’t look away. Her own hand slid higher, over the curve of Natalie’s ribs, feeling the powerful muscle beneath the slick black latex, coming to rest just below the swell of her breast. Her thumb stroked gently.
"Yes," Chloe breathed, the single word barely audible, yet echoing in the tiny, steamy room. It was surrender and invitation.
Natalie closed the distance. Her lips met Chloe’s with a soft pressure that quickly deepened, turning insistent, hungry. It wasn’t tentative or explorative; it was claiming, a release of the tension that had crackled between them since Natalie pulled off the robe. Chloe melted into it, her lips parting, a low moan escaping her as Natalie’s tongue touched hers. The heat between Chloe’s legs flared, becoming a throbbing ache. She pressed her body forward, finally eliminating the space, feeling the cool, smooth press of Natalie’s black-clad torso against her own star-spangled one. Her hands slid up Natalie’s back, fingers digging into the powerful muscles beneath the latex.
Natalie’s gloved hands roamed, one sliding down Chloe’s spine, pulling her impossibly closer, the other tangling in her hair, angling her head for a deeper kiss. Her hips pressed forward, grinding against Chloe’s thigh through the layers of clinging latex, seeking pressure, friction. A gasp, sharp and wanting, tore from Natalie’s throat, echoing Chloe’s own desperate sound. Natalie broke the kiss, panting, her lips trailing wet, burning paths down Chloe’s jaw and neck. "Chloe…" she rasped against her skin, the name a prayer and a demand.
Chloe arched her neck, offering more skin, her hands sliding down to grip Natalie’s hips, pulling her flush. The sensations were overwhelming – the slick slide of latex on latex, the heat radiating from Natalie’s body, the intoxicating scent of her skin mixed with the new rubber smell. Her own need was a sharp pulse, insistent and wet. She found Natalie’s lips again, kissing her fiercely, her hands roaming over the black suit’s contours, exploring the powerful lines of her back, the curve of her ass.
Natalie’s response was immediate, a shuddering moan vibrating against Chloe’s mouth. She moved her hands too, gliding over the bright blue sleeves, tracing the star patterns, then sliding lower, over the swell of Chloe’s buttocks, squeezing through the thick material. Her touch was possessive, urgent. She pulled one of Chloe’s legs up, hooking it around her hip, pressing her thigh hard against the heat radiating from Chloe’s core. The pressure was exquisite, maddening. Chloe cried out, her head falling back, her fingers scrabbling against Natalie’s shoulders for purchase.
"Nat…" Chloe gasped, the word dissolving into a whimper as Natalie ground against her thigh again. Her vision blurred slightly. The suit hummed relentlessly, amplifying every touch, every pulse of desire until it felt like the vibrations were originating from deep within her own overwhelmed body. She felt feverish, consumed, lost in the slick, humming press of their bodies and Natalie’s demanding mouth on her neck.
Outside the bathroom door, James shifted. The resonant hum of the Superman suit deepened abruptly, turning sharp, agitated. He straightened from his lean against the wall, his amplified senses focusing intently on the muffled sounds filtering through the wood – the wet slide, the sharp gasps, the low, desperate moans that weren’t entirely unfamiliar, but were utterly unexpected in this context. His brow furrowed, the blue glow from his chest pulsing faster. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He moved closer to the door, his hand lifting towards the knob, the Superman persona surging forward with protective urgency. The hum became a warning thrum.
Inside, Natalie froze mid-kiss against Chloe’s throat. Her head snapped up, eyes wide and alert, flicking towards the door. The intimate haze shattered. The predatory awareness of the Catwoman suit seemed to surge to the forefront. "James…" she hissed, pulling back slightly, her body tense, coiled. The moment hung, suspended in the humid air, the passion abruptly laced with alarm. The suits continued to hum, louder now, a dissonant orchestra vibrating the mirror.