Hi, this is my first story. It's about a girl trapped in a suit made to perfectly fit her, only in a way that's not intended and really not pleasurable... The text is about the weird advertising idea rather than about the actual story, although it can still be tense. Well, enjoy!
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You can live in the States for decades and sometimes you still find unbelievable what are some big companies willing to sacrifice only for advertising. I remember when Chicolove started, and it immediately became a huge success for these cheap alcohol-free sugarless vegan pralines. They probably didn’t hesitate with that insanely expensive project and as they begun to make big money, they hired the best biochemists to really make it happen. Or at least everyone thinks that now, then it was naturally a secret, and the public had no idea about it. But eventually they came with that huge Easter campaign, and it was so successful that it’s still ongoing and everyone takes it as a sure thing. It was over six years ago, and I was lucky that I dropped high school the previous year. I needed money and they needed loads of hostesses. The paycheck is adequate, so I work for them to this day. And this day is the beginning of another shift.

You must have heard about it in general unless you live under a rock, but you probably don’t know many details about this job, so I’ll just describe some basic points. So, as you know, they developed an extremely complicated substance for suiting girls with pleasant voices as chocolate easter bunnies. The material unbelievably (and sometimes unbearably) resembles chocolate: it has the texture, the stench and even tastes like it when you lick it. It’s not really light weighted but insanely durable. And it can be both very pliant or just locking itself in a specific shape – anything when you want it. The procedure is to find a girl with – as I mentioned – a pleasant voice, which really is their only criteria, then bringing hundreds of these to a special building for coating and sending them to their spots from there.

The building is very hi-tech and has strict rules. The fundamental liquid is extremely susceptible, so it’s sealed with the whole self-operating house for the whole year. When we’re brought in, it’s unsealed just for the one day. Right before that the suits are made from a blueprint, which is totally fine, as the gooey fabric reminding latex is very ductile in these moments, so no matter how tall or wide you are, the costume always fits you perfectly. When we go one by one through the portal, as we call it, we’re kind of trapped in this machinery catching us by our body parts with robotic arms to hold them perfectly still. There we’re coated, which takes about two minutes, sprayed with something that makes our suits keep their proportions and we proceed as chocolate bunnies to our special buses. When the last girl is suited, there’s a 20-minute cooldown after which the whole fortress shuts out once again. One would presume that we’re being coated completely naked, but that’s not 100 % correct. The costumes are literally sealed and the material they’re made of is so durable, that it’s impossible to make the smallest hole to it. In fact, they’re even bulletproof. And because of that we stay in them for the whole holiday. We’re paid to enjoy life the whole year (although everyone of us has a second job of course) and then to work usually five days continuously. That’s why instead of being completely naked, we’re given a harness or braces or something like that with a tank containing a dense liquid which we drink via a small plastic tube, and it basically keeps us off dehydration or starvation.

Maybe you’re wondering about our sleep. Don’t worry, we do actually sleep. But not like a normal person does. So, this is quite interesting. There are the buses I’ve mentioned that convey us to a given city. There are no seats. I also talked about the diversity of the material forming our suits in the way of its physical attributes. So, there’s a spray that we use that makes the costumes almost rock solid. They’re still soft inside but they can’t change shape. Well, in the buses, there are holes in the floor where we put our feet in, and we apply this spray, so we’d be basically grounded and won’t move whatever happens. We have sets of these sprays so we can choose the duration of this hardening. And that’s what we use for both traveling and sleeping in the parked buses. It’s not very comfortable but one can use to it. Now the last thing you might be interested in is how our secretion is handled. And that’s very simple. It just isn’t. There’s no way to oust our feces, nothing can go in or out, but air. We only use a special belt that keeps the smell down there. So that’s the bitter truth, but it’s okay to me, we’re just like these WWI soldiers in their trenches, only we’re not sent to our deaths. We’re sent to make publicity, to sell and eventually to make children happy. And after the whole several days long shift, we’re driven to some of multiple facilities in the country where we take a shower. The suits are practically indestructible, so to get out of them, we’re splashed with a liquid of a top-secret composition which is just like water to a human, but it sort of sublimates the suit, so we literally wash it off. Well, the costume and dried remnants of our feces on our legs…

This is the seventh time I’m doing this. It’s my job since it was introduced so I’m technically one of the most experienced girls here. That’s why my shift will by probably located in some huge mall in some huge city. I never know that for sure until I’m told which bus I should hop on (no pun intended), however it works like that. The new ones are usually sent to parades where there’s nothing to screw up and the more experienced are in public places on their own.

I know really well what I’m doing, that’s why my preparation in the dressing room took almost no time. Now I have to wait, because as there are strict rules here, there is a written schedule giving the exact order for us to get coated. I’m the last one. This means now I have to wait for a couple of hours, but I’m honestly glad, because it’s much better to wait here almost naked but still able to drink and eat normally as well as to go to a toilet or to take a shower. All of this is possible here and I’m totally utilizing it. It’s like going camping. You want to be well fed, clean, hydrated etc. Well, I guess it’s time to go to one of the vending machines then. There’s like 20 of them in every dressing room and they provide everything from water to cola, from coffee to milkshakes and from chips to pizzas. Everything for free of course. It’s not allowed to bring our personal things including wallets or phones. Or even clothes, we have special uniforms in which only we may enter the facility, everything else we should leave home or in a depository nearby this maybe too guarded place. I really like the spinach tortillas here, I think I’ll have these…

Now I should focus on the time. I think I am here for around five hours, and I have nothing left to do. I could just go to the cue and wait, but that’s really not an attractive idea. However, nobody’s here in this room now except me and I feel I might fall asleep sitting on this bench, so I maybe really should go to the cue and chat with someone there and hope that the time will fly quickly.

Oh, Mary is here. Right, she is on the tail with me. I know her from the first Easter, we worked together in some subway station in Chicago that year. We greet and I ask her about life. She’s still living by herself somewhere in Washington. And I would frankly love that myself. I’d rather have a caravan in some cold but calm forest near Canada than this shitty old smelly flat in Philly where I sleep. But it’s my fault that I can never bring myself to any major change in my life. And now she politely asks me the same thing and I have to continue with this small talk. Better start conversating about weirdos we meet dressed as chocolate bunnies in evening city centers. We have wonderful common memories and our reserves of other funny or weird work stories are nearly bottomless. I mostly just listen as she’s much better narrator than me and I’m amazed by her anecdotes, and I feel that my only worth is that I still keep the record of most sexual assault attempts in an hour. Now it’s 12. Honestly, they’re not a big deal though, fortunately we feel touches much much less in our thick suits than we normally would. I still listen but I’m not really paying attention. Bunny time is slowly coming and it’s a feeling like no other. It’s been a year since we were all stuck in the dark brown mascots promoting Chicolove. As it’s repeating every Easter, I’ve got this weird bond to it, sometimes when I’m home, I remember this event and I feel kind off nostalgically. And now it’s coming, and I know exactly what it is like, yet I still am excited.

My limbs perfectly slipping to the suit, hands tight, legs a bit loose, my head getting used to the mask, the feeling on my skin as the suit parts fuse together, first bus ride and not being able to move at all – only inside the costume. This all I’ll feel just in minutes. Once again, it won’t be me outside, it will be a moving and talking chocolate bunny with large and thick paws on legs, with human arms partially fused with the body, with hybrids between paws and human palms with human fingers on these hands, with hazelnut shaped tail which must stay intact (we can sit, just carefully), with a little snout important for the straw we use to suck this rotten mana, as we call it, with a permanent smile on that snout, with fairy big black eyes which no one can see through inside but we see outside perfectly, with a bit wobbly but still erect long ears and mainly with the soft thick skin with the texture, stench and taste of this chocolate that we sell tight on my body like a second skin – well excluding legs. We don’t look skinny from the outside though, the suit feels like a second skin, but is very thick in some parts not only so our shapes will resemble real choco-bunnies, but because of these mana tanks and tubes which need to be covered, so they’re sort of nested in the several inches thick molten fabric. Once again, I will be in a constantly refreshing crowd of people and yet isolated from the outer world, thermally, physically and half visually. Since tomorrow the entire country will be flooded by living chocolate bunnies and it will be beautiful as always. Although I secretly hope that it would be flooded by actual rain, or at least my location. The temperature would be a lot more comfortable and there would be less people and less work for me. But whatever will come, I can’t wait. I’m not scared like the first time having no idea what will come, I’m gonna enjoy it. No anxiety attacks like the first time, which was fair, because people really aren’t psychically used to spend days in one indestructible suit not even able to drink or eat anything from the outside, which could be fatal if anything went wrong. But nothing can possibly go wrong. The worst thing that could happen would be a nuclear apocalypse and we’d maybe still be pretty much fine as long as we’d have the rotten mana to suck.

I’m smiling while to while because then it looks like I’m actually listening to Mary and because of my pleasurable thoughts. Suddenly she angrily snaps her fingers right in front of my face and I’m finding out that I was just grinning like an idiot as she was telling me that she’ll have to leave in any minute now. And that’s exactly what happens. I didn’t even find the time to give her a farewell hug and the yellow light with a buzzer above the door to the portal went off. She had to immediately go, machines don’t wait. And that means that I have last couple of minutes of my borderline nudity and closing time is close at hand.

I think about places I could be sent to, I’m trying to convince myself that I am freezing just so I’d be even more psyched about receiving my this year’s invincible animal skin. The signal sends remaining girls away and suddenly I’m here all alone, almost paralyzed by excitement. Seconds feel like minutes, I just can’t wait! I can’t properly think, I just wanna go. I begin to pace just like a child standing on the top of a waterslide meanwhile my eyes hypnotize the lightbulb of relieve. It’s like a void. I’m in an empty white well lit corridor standing naked right at the exit and hearing only monotone roars of my miraculous wardrobe. I grin more and more with every other second with adrenaline filling my veins. And the lamp lights on. The last buzzer is applauding me like a fanfare leading my steps inside.

It’s not an alien looking space, just a huge hall with the good old portal in the middle. A slow moving walkway leads into the central box, and I step on and move my hands a few inches away of my body, so the mech arms wont accidentally pinch me. When out of nowhere, before the machinery reached me, I almost fainted with agony. For no obvious reason I just got the worst cramps in my live in my right calf. This is the worst timing ever. But I don’t care, I don’t think, I just instinctively fall on my butt and stretch my leg with my hands. It’s a horrible pain but it fades away as I keep my right leg stretched in the air. In that moment of easement, the robotic system finds me, grabs my leg and pulls it upwards. I immediately know what’s going on. The system thinks that my leg is my arm and now it seeks for my other hand and head: the legs are the final to be treated so the machine can lift the person as soon as it catches them. This is not good. I carefully reach my hands for the metal collar holding me right above my ankle and try to forcefully open it, but it’s a wild goose chase. I can’t do shit with my hands. I start panicking and kick the hydraulic arm with my left leg while screaming for help. It’s to no effect since there’s nobody here and the portal is too loud anyway. But the kicking makes things even worse. My left leg is captured and pulled even more upwards. My forehead was supposed to be there. Instead, somewhat loose but not loose enough collar is wrapped around my foot squishing my toes together. It hurts so much that my right arm by itself shoots there to help but it’s in a flash kidnapped to a place belonging to the other hand. This makes me weirdly hanging and swinging so when the waist catches my belly, which is the only thing right, just upside down, my head’s position is swapped with my left hand which I’m using to balance on the floor, and I’m grabbed by the neck with the arm which should handle my left leg and the last available space makes my arms unnaturally crossed. I’m painfully lifted to the air and the coating starts like nothing weird was happening. I only scream since I can’t move, but the suiting beginning at the bottom traps my head in a rabbit foot just like my left hand and covers my torso with elastic brown skin. I don’t even sense my right hand and right leg being suited like my arms because of the tight waist, that is supposed to keep my vaporizing piss in the legs part of the costume, is squeezing my breast very hard making everything even more painful. It looks like the coating of my ‘body’ is over and the head piece comes down onto my left foot. This means my toes are finally free and I’m only hanging by my wannabe arms. The suit seals, and the machine tries to put me gently on the ground.

I’m stuck in my costume in the worst possible position. My arms are crossed in front of my neck, my head is in a chocolate foot, and I see only bitch black. I’m upside down and frontside back in an indestructible rabbit suit and I’m unable to stand up. Alright, I can’t do anything about it, so let’s calm down. I have around 20 minutes to crawl outside before the building shuts itself and I’ll end up left here to die of dehydration. I’m bouncing on the ground like a sea lion as fast as possible. I crash into a wall. Okay, hopefully I’m on the right side of the hall and I just need to pick up a direction to go along the wall to find the way out. I go left. The journey isn’t very long, and I reach a corner. I go back then. The crawling is a bit longer and I reach a hole in the wall. That must be it. I got this huge stress of being imprisoned inside that oubliette of clothing off my chest. I crawl outside and exhausted lie down on the road. I want to scream for help so much, but the suit holds my mouth and my neck too tightly that I can just heatedly hum. Fortunately, I hear a pair of male voices coming in my direction.

I’m happy that this horror is going to end! I can hear what the men are talking about. They seem to be old cranky bus drivers and… No. NO! They think I got fucking nervous and got drunk in advance?! No, you bastards! I couldn’t even gen alcohol there even if I wanted to. Fuck you, I need help, NOW!! Of course, it doesn’t happen. I can’t talk to them, and I really must sound drunk when I’m trying to say out loud a single word. Great, now they think I’ve smoked at least a box of cigarettes. But is there really so dark that they can’t see that my body proportions don’t look quite right? Oh hell no, they plan to spray me and bring me to the bus. And I can do fucking nothing. I start to slowly accept my fate and I cry. I hear the spraying sound and now I can’t even move. I just feel being dragged by these two grumpy pricks and I wait for them to just shove my head to the hole for my left foot. If they used a spray with too short duration, the ride will break my neck and kill me right when the suit loosens.

The bus is moving and I only think about this moment being maybe my last one…

Welp, turns out that the cunts really did use the wrong spray, but one with too long duration. It’s the morning and I even got some sleep, but I’m still petrified. There is no one on the bus now but me and the driver. I hear him cussing like it was my fault with the spray and I feel him throwing me out of the bus. He locks his vehicle and drags me somewhere. He’s mumbling something about some park, and he just drops me on some place. I’m still completely helpless, I’m laying in a frozen and painful position on an unknown location, and I can’t neither see nor speak. Since I must be somewhere on a parking lot, maybe someone will come and will think that something’s not right. And if not, maybe some of the other buns will find me in the evening. But now I can only wait. Imprisoned with nothing but my thoughts and a straw in my mouth. Completely quiet as my brain screams for help.