Day 12: Costume/Skin Sizetober 2025 Collection (Envi edition) chapter 7 by EnviTheFool

"So... what do you think?"

Despite already making it clear that I wasn't interested in the party, Irma just had to interrupt my studying to show off her costume.

"And that is..."

"Carmeara, from Ultraman Trigger! Pretty cool, huh?"

Irma knew perfectly well that I didn't watch her dumb superhero shows, but even I had to admit that the costume was very detailed. Although...

"...a bit revealing, isn't it? Being skintight and all."

"But it's fully accurate! I'm not actually 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 anything, so it should be fine"

I sighed. Her cheeriness was starting to annoy me, so I tried to poke at her as usual.

"Also, weren't those the guys who grew huge? You look about as short as usual."

"Not always! 'Sides, couldn't attend at that size. But I got the next best thing."

Irma proudly presented a scifi prop gun.

"And that is?"

Irma pointed it at my direction and pulled the trigger, blinding me with its blue ray. By the time my vision returned to me, I was unable to believe what I was seeing.

The reality of the situation was enforced on me by the quaking steps of my now-giant otaku roommate.

"Ta-dah! A fully accurate Micronizer Device, mini variant. Its default setting of 5cm lets me simulate the normal 49m size."

Irma continued to prattle on about its specifics and lore, but it all got drowned out by the terror I felt at the giant hand coming to pick me up.

I was met with the yellow lifeless eyes of the costume's helmet.

"...you know, I figured I'd only demonstrate this to you, but holding you like this... having you with me might help me get in character."

My protests fell on deaf ears. Either Irma couldn't hear me, or she didn't care.

"'Sides, it's good for you to get some fresh air every now and then."

She began to lower me until I was at her neck.

"Unfortunately this suit doesn't have pockets, so we'll have to improvise."

The slight parting of the neck of her suit was enough to waft foul-smelling hot air from within.

There was nothing remotely fresh about this. How could it already reek so bad in there?

Stupid question. It was obvious that she hadn't showered beforehand, as always.

I was unceremoniously dropped into that woman-made hell, snapped in place by her collar the moment she let go of the suit.

The heat, the seat, the pressure... it was like being trapped in a sauna that was trying to crush you with its soft walls. And the moment I thought it couldn't get any worse than this, Irma managed to read my mind.

"Ah, I think people'll see you like this. Lemme move you a bit."

It really felt she could have dislocated my shoulders at any moment when two of her fingers began to slide me down her body. I barely even registered that she was wearing underneath the costume.

Irma rubbed me through her cleavage and past her navel. The destination became obvious.

She did not push me past her lips, having opted to leave me trapped between them and the pad that was taped at the bottom of the crotch. They nibbled on me as she walked, soaking me even further with her love juices.

I didn't dare to think what'd happen when she'd inevitably sit down.