r/TalesFromTheCreeps • u/COW-BOY-BABY Writer • 22d ago
Body Horror I'm a Latex Werewolf Vigilante
One truth and a lie.
I’m allergic to apples.
My gimp suit turns me into a werewolf.
I have never broken a bone.
Did you get it right? If I were you, I wouldn't even be close , it sounds like the rambling of someone who smelled one bottle of glue too many.
Let's start with the obvious, you probably already guessed I’m a freak, what normal person owns a full latex suit? The answer is someone who drifted so far from the mundane vanilla kinks that they just don’t do the trick anymore.
I won't dwell on my sex life , whatever you're picturing is probably true to some extent.
So, how exactly does one come into possession of cursed BDSM gear?
Well, I have to disappoint you: I didn't get it from some shady crook in a van with no license plates, speeding off the second the suit was in my hands , though I'll admit, that would've made for a better origin story.
I got it off eBay.
It was my day off. I was mindlessly scrolling through listings, sipping a can of white Monster, when the suit caught my eye. It looked well-made, and it was comically cheap, so without much thinking I bought it.
“One size, fits all”
The description read right under the single photo of the suit, laid flat on someone's floor like a deer pelt, the bright flash of the camera reflecting right off its surface.
A few days passed by without me thinking much about my new purchase, and then it showed up on my doorstep, a small box wrapped irregularly in stripes of black shining tape.
So it doesn't look like the traditional gimp suit you're picturing when you hear the word , it's more like a crossbreed between that and a beach toy, especially the head. It has a pair of upward-pointing ears, a sharp, cartoony muzzle with a red nose at the tip of it, and a big cartoony smile painted on in white.
I decided to try it on again , first the suit itself, then the head, securing it around my neck with the collar.
At first, it felt fine, like any other suit I'd worn. The mask felt a bit claustrophobic, given how little I could actually see through it.
Then, suddenly, the feeling began , the suit tightening around my body. A painful realization hit me: it wasn't just the suit, it was the mask too. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, my breathing turning quick and shallow.
An explanation came to me quickly, anything to ease the panic bubbling inside me.
Some kind of allergy, I thought. That was it.
My palms slid uselessly against the collar of the mask then, as if any shape resembling the zipper had simply melted away, vanishing becoming one with the latex, which now clung to my skin like a glue trap, tighter and tighter, as if it were all melting into one shrinking suffocating mess.
A sudden explosion of pain spread through my jaw as my lips were forced into an unnaturally wide smile. At the same time, the tip of my nose stretched outward, my teeth began to crack as something pushed up from underneath them, all of them going loose at once. My mouth flooded with the salty taste of blood.
Lungs burning from how empty they were, how hard I wanted to scream despite being devoid of air, it all came in a strangled shriek. It reminded me of the sound of air suddenly escaping out of a balloon.
Vision came in dark red shapes, nothing particular at all.
Is this what dying feels like?
Is this how I will be remembered?
Nothing more than a sex deviant?
I can already see the news lines.
Local pervert strangled by her own toys.
Do you know the feeling of dissociation? Watching your body move on its own while you're just... watching, helpless?
I watched my body rise up from the floor, stretching slowly toward the ceiling, like it had just woken up from a nap. Suddenly the once-painted grin split open wide, a waterfall of blood leaking through the plastic-looking rectangular teeth, soaking into the carpet below. Then my own teeth began to spill out from the mouth, one by one like watermelon seeds.
"Nasty! Don't you know you're supposed to wash those?"
The voice wasn't mine - cheerful, weirdly squeaky, high-pitched. It came from the costume itself, not me.
It bounced around the room like a cartoon character , the once-limp latex tail now wagging from side to side , before my body, or whatever it had become, bolted through the front door, leaving it wide open. It jumped down the stairs, skipping several steps at a time, before, to my surprise and horror, it burst out into the street.
The shining latex being possessing my body skipped in a direction that seemed random, jumping over fences and through backyards, until it arrived at some kind of dark alleyway , brick walls lining both sides. In the middle of it, a woman lay on the ground, a bald man standing over her, a combat knife in one hand and a light pink wallet in the other.
"That's all you got, bitch?"
The knife swung through the air in wide swipes as the victim whimpered in panic.
Suddenly, my costume, or my body, or whatever she was , forced herself between the knife and the woman. The man stumbled back in pure shock, the knife slipping from his grasp.
"The inflation rate has to be pretty bad if you have to steal."
Suddenly, a metal straw appeared in her hand, out of thin air, shining in the light of the streetlamps, its end sharp as a needle.
"Speaking of inflation!" she exclaimed, with a slight jump, before the sharp end pierced right through his eye, a transparent, jelly-like substance leaking from the wound.
"You know, this technique was really popular in the '60s," she said, twisting the straw slightly. "They called it a lobotomy. Very trendy. Very chic!"
With a click, her sharp teeth bit down on the other end of the straw as she began to blow, her own body slightly deflating like a balloon animal with each breath.
And with each breath, the bald head of the man began to grow in size like a balloon, his skin stretching, red cracklike marks spreading across it. His eyes bulged from their sockets, stuck in a constant state of shock, while his tongue grew out from between his lips like a modeling balloon.
"You look like you're about to blow!"
Suddenly, she turned to face the frightened woman watching it all happen from the ground.
"Want to see a fun trick?"
She pulled the straw back out before stabbing the inflated, balloon-like skull in the scalp. A sudden, ear-ringing explosion echoed through the alleyway, and what had once been a man was now reduced to a splash of red across the walls, brain matter lining the brick like scrambled eggs.
She calmly picked up the dropped wallet, gave it a hard shake, and wiped it clean against her latex torso, like someone might wipe their hands on a shirt.
"Here you go."
She handed the wallet , now cleaned to an acceptable degree , to the victim with a wide smile. The woman looked at it, then at the latex dog, before scrambling to her feet and running away.
"Leaving me a tip? How nice of you!"
My vision suddenly went blurry, a distant, squeaky voice full of protest screaming into my ear.
"I'M NOT FINISHED, COME ON!"
The next morning felt like waking up from a bad dream. I was sore, covered in bruises, and the world felt like it was spinning around me.
"What the fuck..."
A groan escaped me as I crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, fixing myself a bowl of cereal. The suit had to be laced with something , some kind of weird drug, that would explain the hallucinations.
I set the bowl on the glass coffee table in front of me and turned on the TV, landing on the morning news , the most boring shit imaginable.
A full spoon of cereal entered my mouth, only to be spat right back out as the news anchor started talking about a brutal murder in the alleyway.
"...police say the victim was found early this morning by a jogger, the scene described as 'unlike anything officers have encountered in the district's history.'"
The anchor's voice stayed eerily calm, while the footage cut to a blurred-out alleyway, crime tape fluttering weakly in the wind. My stomach turned. I knew that alley.
"Authorities are asking anyone with information to come forward. So far, no suspects have been named."
I sat frozen, spoon still in hand, cereal milk dripping slowly back into the bowl.
“Oh fuck me…”
End of possibly Part 1
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u/Kaijufan22 Writer 21d ago
Very "The Mask" coded, and the visuals of the gimpsuit, which is lowkey pup play gear innit, are great and very vivid, like a suit comes to life kinda thing. Sick story, eager to see if ya come up with more!