Took me a while to finally try out this concept. I've often had the habit of having my characters wear leotards in my balloon/bubble stories, so combining the ideas just seemed so fitting.
One day, an anthropomorphic fox man received a strange package on his doorstep.
There was no return address, no labels, or branding, and the package was very clean.
He was just about to take a shower, but he was so curious he decided to open it first. Once in his room, he quickly kicked off his boxers and put the package on his bed before tearing the box open.
To his surprise, all he found was a little inflated pink balloon. His ears twitched as he leaned down to pick up the balloon, only for it to suddenly lunge at him as it rapidly expanded.
The young man gasped as the pink ball hit him square on the chest and began to fold around his torso. The rubber hugged his sides, wrapped around his neck, and even wedged between his legs, making him squeak as the fluid rubber conjoined behind him, merging into one piece.
Before he could even process what had happened, the balloon was all wrapped up around him like a bodysuit, forming into an inflatable rubber leotard.
The man whimpered as the rubber gently squeezed him, the inflated inner layer hugging him as if he were wearing a pressure tester. His movement felt heavily restricted, struggling to bend his torso as the leotard squeaked and creaked with every move he made. Even moving his arms and legs felt awkward, as the heavily inflated piping also creaked loudly as the rubber slid along his shoulders and thighs, while putting pressure on his groin whenever he moved his legs.
The fox man's face went rosy as rubber teasingly caressed his body with every moment he made, the latex becoming more snug as it squeezed around him, becoming more skin-tight as it adjusted to his frame.
Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror didn't help, with the balloon-shaped leotard, hiding most of his masculine features underneath all the inflated rubber.
Embarrassed, he immediately tugged on the rubber on his chest, the smooth surface, stretching out a couple of inches before springing back with a rubbery snap.
Looking back at the mirror, he turned and twisted around, looking for a zipper or seam of any kind in the reflection, even padding his hands around his body.
There was nothing, the leotard was just one big seamless piece wrapped around him snug as a glove.
He tried, pulling at the piped neck, to see if it would stretch over his shoulders, but it wouldn't budge either. While not uncomfortably tight, it maintained a tight seal around his neck, same with the shoulder and leg holes.
"Y-You've gotta be kidding me! It's stuck!"
He said, flabbergasted, looking down at himself with the bashful squeak as he realized the gravity of the situation.
This leotard wasn't coming off... At least not in one piece.
Hesitantly, he took a nearby pair of scissors and carefully jammed them into the rubber of his leotard, hoping to burst it and release the pressure. He gritted his teeth as the rubber simply resisted the blades, the material puckering around the utensil until... SNAP!
The fox man was speechless, holding up the broken pair of scissors in his hand as he stared at the blades on the floor. The rubber had snapped the scissors in half.
Dropping scissors, he placed his hands on his chest of his leotard as he squirmed back-and-forth, only becoming more flustered as the balloon squeaked and rubbed against his body.
It wasn't uncomfortable by any means; if anything, it felt surprisingly pleasant. It was as if the balloon was giving him a gentle hug. However, it felt awkward to walk as it would squeak with even the slightest movement. The piping along his thighs would continue to rub against his groin, making him whimper with every step he took. And most embarrassingly, the strange hugging sensation made him hyper aware of how tightly it squeezed him, feeling as if a large pair of rubber gloves were caressing him as he moved.
Distracted by the strange sensations induced by his strange leotard, it wasn't long before he heard the front door open, hearing the voice of his roommate call out to him. Hey Bro! Can you help me set up these new speakers?
The young man froze as he heard the footsteps of his new roommate approaching.
Will the fox lock his door and continue trying to remove the blue leotard on his own?
Or will he risk the embarrassment of being seen like this, and ask him for help? What would you do?