*Author's notes: This is a work of fiction, hopefully that is not a word you struggle with. It is a story of fictional, consenting adults. It's in the fetish category for a reason, if that scares you, please back away slowly. For the rest of you, please enjoy!
Stacy stood in the garage, stark naked, by the back of Nick's truck waiting for him. Betty had a party to attend tonight, but the neighbors had been outside, which meant leaving the house as a life-size blow-up doll was out of the question. Instead, Stacy had walked out wearing a cute red floral sundress and sandals, which were now neatly on Nick's workbench. As usual, Stacy knew none of the details of her upcoming evening, she had simply prepped for a long night of being encased head to toe in latex. Regardless of the number of times she'd done it, each time was a new and exciting adventure for her, and denying herself the details of what was to come only added to it. Nick stepped into the garage carrying a black duffel bag, closing the door behind him and eyeing Stacy up and down.
"Seems someone's excited to get started." Nick said as he lowered the tailgate and set the bag on it.
"Very much so, Sir!" Stacy replied, trembling slightly as much from the cool garage as the excitement she felt about transforming into Betty.
Nick removed the Betty catsuit, helping Stacy step into it and pull it up her legs. They were well rehearsed when it came to putting Stacy in the catsuit, within a couple minutes Stacy was completely zipped inside with both lubed condoms already inside her pussy and ass. The two zippers met behind Stacy's neck, which were secured with the small lock on the back of the black collar with the word "Betty" in fake rhinestones. With Stacy completely locked away and her vision limited to the pin hole openings hidden in her large cartoon eyes, Nick moved Betty as needed. If he lifted her arm, she would leave it there until he lowered it. Nick slid something around Betty's back before gliding it up her arms and over her shoulders. It felt like a bra, although Stacy was sure it wasn't a normal bra she would wear. Working quickly and silently, Nick eventually sat Betty on the tailgate putting on her shoes. When he was done, Nick helped Betty off the tailgate positioning her before closing the tailgate of his truck.
"Ready to see?" He asked, moving in front of Betty, who nodded eagerly. Nick walked to a wooden locker he had in the garage, opening the door and revealing a 4-foot mirror. Setting the bottom of the mirror on his foot, Nick leaned it back slowly. "Just nod when it's where you want it." He said, watching for Betty's reaction. When she nodded, and inhaled sharply through her nose, Nick stopped the mirror holding it in place. "What do you think?"
Stacy only had one thought at the sight of herself, slut! Betty had on a blonde wig with pigtails held in place by pink bows and secured to her latex head with double sided tape. The bra Nick had put on was actually barely a bra at all. Had there been visible nipples on her latex boobs, the pink and black plaid bra wouldn't cover them, nor would the sheer short sleeve white blouse that was attached to the bra. The matching pink and black plaid micro skirt left Betty's latex ass ninety percent exposed as well as the front of her crotchless white panties. The outfit was completed with a pair of ruffle lace white ankle socks and black patent heels with a 2-inch platform. Not a single article of clothing would need to be moved in order for Betty's holes to be filled. Stacy mockingly held her mitten shaped hands to her mouth, feigning surprise, before nodding and clapping at her outfit.
"I take it you approve then?" Nick chuckled. "Let's get you in the backseat of the truck," Nick said, setting the mirror aside, "we have to meet Shawn soon."
Nick helped Betty into the back seat of his truck, making sure she was not visible as he pulled out of the garage. As expected, the neighbors waved as he drove out. Nick wondered where they thought Stacy was, as they'd talked to her on her way into the garage and she certainly wasn't visible now. Better to have them think she was laying across the front seat with her head in his lap than see her sitting there with pigtails and a blowup doll face.
In the backseat Stacy's mind raced. It was too late to ask anything as her mouth was held open with a ring and filled with a red latex condom. She had no communication with the outside world with the exception of simple hand gestures. In the meantime, she had no problem feeling arousal! Shawn would take her to wherever he was meeting the guys that wanted the Betty Bus, from there they could do whatever they wanted with her until he dropped them off again. The thought made Stacy's body flutter inside the suit. She felt the truck stop and heard the engine shut off. Mumbles followed, then the sound of Nick getting out. They were surely talking about the details of the evening, or Shawn was reassuring Nick about Stacy's safety, in any case Betty didn't need to know or hear any of this. As the backdoor opened, Betty slowly sat up, and was helped out of the truck by Shawn.
"Well, you are always full of surprises, aren't you?" Shawn exclaimed, looking her over. "Although, I did figure that if Betty owned panties, they'd be the crotchless kind!" Betty covered her mouth with one hand, mimicking a chuckle and blush. "Come along my dear," Shawn said as he led Betty off by the wrist, "you have customers awaiting your arrival!" With her limited vision Shawn had to help Betty negotiate the stairs into the custom passenger van. "I also got you a surprise," he continued as he followed her inside, "I figured if you got bored you could try your hand at pole dancing!" In the middle of the van, which had bench seating around the perimeter, was a silver pole. Betty hopped up and down in her towering heels as best she could while clapping her hands. "But have a seat for now," Shawn ushered Betty to a nearby seat, "I don't want you to fall before you meet your soon to be friends for the evening!"
With Betty comfortably in place, Shawn slid behind the driver's seat and headed off. Just as she'd been in the back of the truck, Stacy's mind was now filled with thoughts of what was to come. She knew the windows were dark enough to keep her out of sight from outside, but her heart pounded as they made their way through traffic. What would someone in another car think if they saw her sitting there, a life-size blow-up doll dressed like a slutty school girl? They certainly wouldn't think she was a professional woman with a regular job and relatively normal life! No, they'd probably think she was some kinky depraved slut. Shrugging her shoulders, Stacy decided it wasn't far from the truth and focused on trying to calm herself in preparation for her evening. It was no use though, Shawn pulled over in front of a house in a rather nice neighborhood.
"Okay, one last thing before I go get your friends," Shawn said as he helped Betty to her feet, "time to lube you up!" Stacy shuddered, knowing what was to come.
Shawn squirted lube into the condom filling Betty's mouth, then held up a slick looking purple dildo in front of the eye holes. Betty nodded quickly, watching it disappear from her limited view before feeling it slide easily into her pussy. She moaned softly as Shawn slid the lubed dildo inside her a few times. The dildo was removed before Shawn walked behind her and repeated the process with Betty's ass. Betty's knees buckled slightly as Shawn pushed the dildo easily into her ass, coating the third condom of her suit.
"There we go," Shawn said as he came into view again, "I'll be right back, why don't you give the pole a try?" He turned to walk out the door before looking back at Betty, "Nothing crazy," he said with a chuckle, "I don't want you breaking an ankle!"
Betty nodded as he exited, watching him walk up the driveway. While she'd never been this close to a stripper pole before, there was something intriguing about it, Betty tested the grip of her latex mitten hand on the silver pole. Much to her amazement, she could grasp it fairly well. She leaned back a bit, pulling on the pole with about half her body weight without slipping or falling. Slowly walking around the pole, while holding on with one hand, Betty lifted her foot, swaying her hips, mimicking the actions she'd seen in a movie with Jennifer Aniston playing a stripper. She was amazed how much fun it was, slowly bending, swaying her ass back and forth while bending forward with her legs straight. Betty became lost in the moment, indulging herself and fantasizing about being in front of a crowd.
