The strange setup

I stare at my computer screen in shock. Now it all becomes clear. This explains the strange events from last month. I click the 'Purchase' button. But I know from the description what I'll find. I still remember every detail of that day.


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While I climb out of the swimming pool, I’m already looking forward to wrapping up warmly soon. My nice down coat, with the thick hood tied tightly over my sweatshirt hood… I head to the locker and open it – but then I’m in for a shock.
In front is my towel, but that’s the only thing that hasn’t changed since I left. Next to the towel is a pair of enormous Moonboots. They are blue, like the pair I own, but much bigger than those. How did those get here? And behind the Moonboots there’s a huge pile of black down-filled nylon. I stare at the locker in confusion for an entire minute, but I can’t come up with any explanation for this.

I take the Moonboots and put them on the floor in front of me. Then I pull the down thing towards me and hold it up. My mouth falls open. I know what this is. A Parkasite Glosssuit. I still have no idea how this is possible but I quickly check that the locker is empty now and then go into a changing room. At least I now have the privacy to investigate this alone.

So someone has, for some reason, decided to give me a Glosssuit, with no explanation. That is definitely a reason to be very happy. But I also realize that this person has taken away my clothes. It looks like he or she is forcing me to actually wear the Glosssuit outside. I know that if I bought a Glosssuit, I would hardly dare to go outside in it. I’d probably do it at night, when almost nobody would see me in it. Now, it’s almost noon, and I’m in the middle of the city. Unexpected presents always come with a catch.

But before I think about this any further, I just have to try the suit on. I quickly take off my swimming shorts and dry myself. Then I sit down and push one leg in, until my foot is in the attached boot. As I do so, I feel something hard in the pockets. I look and find my keys and wallet. I put my other leg in and want to start on the arms, but then I realize I should put the Moonboots on first. It’s actually quite hard to do, with the large pile of down in front of me, but I get them on eventually. The gigantic boots are large enough to contain the down bootie, but just barely. They come up almost to my knees.

When I want to put my first arm in, I notice something strange. I grab the hood to have a better look at it. At the inside of the hood, under the face opening, there’s a modification. A large rubber shape has been attached there with a special kind of tape. At the point where it’s attached to the suit, it’s shaped like a cylinder, but then it broadens and ends in a large ball. I understand that it’s a gag. I do a weak attempt to loosen the tape but I already know it’s going to be futile. Whoever set this up did it right.

I finally put my arms in the suit, and my hands go into the attached mittens. Then I pull the hood towards my face. I have to open my mouth wide to let the ball in, and my lips come around the narrower part. The ball in my mouth is very uncomfortable, but I can't close the zip at the back of the hood if I don't put it in my mouth. And it's hard enough to get the zip closed as it is, with the thick mittens on my hands. It starts in the hood and goes down, ending in my crotch. Only after several minutes of struggling I manage to close it.

Now I'm finally in the Glosssuit. It's a fantastic feeling, but it's tempered by the knowledge that I'll have to go outside in it, in full view of everyone. I'm really afraid to do that, but the only alternative is reporting the theft of my stuff, and I don't think I'll get to keep the suit if I do. Besides, I don't want a police investigation about this. I'd have to admit my fetish, and do I really want the person that gave me this suit to be caught? No, that's not what I want. So the only thing I can do is walk home in the Glosssuit. I decide not to waste any more time and just go for it. I just have to get home; once I'm there I can change.

I carefully open the door of my cubicle and look outside. There's nobody in the corridor. I roll my towel around my swimming shorts and take it with me. I go towards the exit door as fast as I can. It feels weird to walk with the large Moonboots and the thick down boots inside them, as though I'm walking on large pillows. Luckily I meet nobody until I reach the door. Soon I'm outside on the street. I do my best to ignore the people I cross on the pavement. I can feel their stares though, and I wonder how many of them turn around to have another look after passing me.

I only have to walk fifteen minutes, but it feels like an eternity. I feel like there's a big spotlight following me and I'm embarrassed like never before. Still, part of me is actually enjoying this - wondering what people think when they see me in my suit, whether they'll mention the sight to someone afterwards. "I saw the Michelin man today! Look, I made a picture of him with my mobile phone..."

And added to this mix of humiliation and excitement, there's also the physical discomfort. As I hurry along, in no time I can feel the sweat dripping all over my body. The closed suit really doesn't allow any of the trapped, hot air to escape. Even wearing nothing else, I'm warmer dressed than ever before - and not because I've never tried. And then there's also the gag. Soon my mouth is aching, and I try to push it out a bit, but there's not much wriggle room so my mouth remains well-filled all the time, to the despair of my protesting jaw muscles.

So I'm relieved when I finally see my house, and I waste no time digging up my keys from the pocket. I stand at my front door and hold the keys in the palm of my big, puffy hand, so that I can try to grab the door key with my other hand, and then attempt to unlock the door. But... there's something strange about the key. I hold them higher, so I can have a better look through my narrow hood opening. The door key... isn't actually a key at all. It's a piece of plastic that's somewhat shaped like my house key. The other keys are normal; only the one that would let me into my house has been replaced.

And then I notice something else. Stuck under my door is a piece of paper. I bend down - with some difficulty, in this suit - and pick it up. I manage to unfold it and read:



Hello! I hope you are enjoying your nice suit. In fact, I hope you enjoy it so much you want to wear it a bit longer. I've taken the liberty to borrow your key, but I'll be glad to return it to you. I'm waiting for you at the cafe inside the shopping center, on the second floor. I'll be sitting at the farthest table from the entrance door. See you soon!



If it wasn't for the gag in my mouth, I might be crying out loud. Not only is it a thirty minute walk to the shopping center - under normal circumstances, that is; surely I won't be able to keep up a regular walking speed for another half hour. I already felt how quickly I was getting exhausted during the shorter walk home. But then I'll also have to go into the shopping center, and then into a cafe, dressed in a Glosssuit! It's the last thing I want to do, but I know I have no choice. I leave my towel on my door step. I doubt anyone will take it, and if they do - well, that's the least of my problems really. Already breathing heavily through my nose, I start the long walk towards the shopping center.

Twice on the way I have to stop from sheer exhaustion. The combination of the gag and the heat makes walking a real exertion. However, when I stop, it seems even harder to ignore the stares and the looks of disbelief, and every time I just get moving again after a very brief pause. When I finally reach the shopping center, I feel relief, but also dread, as I now have to go inside in my Glosssuit.

I take the escalators to the second floor and quickly locate the cafe. It's about half full, and when I enter, I see every head turn my way. Trying to ignore them all, I carefully move between the tables to the very back. At the last table sits a young boy alone. He's about twelve, and he's sipping from a glass of coke. Did he set this up? No, that's impossible. Either he's sent by my captor - or he's just a boy who happens to sit at this table. But how can I find out?

I come a bit closer and look at him, hoping he'll give me a sign that I'm the one he's expecting. But he just looks at my suit (like everybody else) and makes no eye contact. I'm hesitating; all I want is to just get out of here, but where can I go? I need my house key, and this is the only lead I have. I have no choice, I sit down at the table and hope for the best.

The boy doesn't say anything though, and I can't say anything with the rubber ball in my mouth. Then he finishes his coke, takes something from his pocket and puts it on the table. My key! He gets up and leaves without a word.

I grab my key and head for the exit as fast as I can. Soon I'm on the street again, and facing another long walk. But at least at the end of that, I'll be able to free myself, after more than two hours in the Glosssuit. One thing's for sure: I'd never imagined my first time wearing such a suit would be like this!



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The video I've just bought and downloaded starts with a person in a black Glosssuit leaving the swimming pool building. I watch it all the way to the end, until the person arrives at his house - my house. Meanwhile I'm stroking the material of my free suit. I now understand how the one who made the video could afford giving away a Glosssuit.

I sit there a while longer, thinking about it all. Then I click the 'Contact' button and write the following email.



Hello there,

I think the Glosssuit I received is a fair compensation for my part in your video. I hope I can help you in future videos as well, for a similar payment.

Best regards,

Kuomu




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