The night was warm as a low fog hung in the air making the door of the warehouse barely visible. Heather could just make out the handle as she knelt pulling a lock pick set out of her tight back pocket. She was dressed in all black, a PVC catsuit with matching black combat boots making a heavy crunch as she walked across the stone loading area. She also had dawned a black PVC hood with her hair in a tight ponytail out the top. Masking her identity to any cameras or prying eyes.
Certainly not the typical outfit for a reporter but then again Heather was not a typical reporter. She was able to uncover stories most other reporters were not able to or willing to, However, she would do whatever it took to get the answers she was looking for, even if that meant breaking and entering. Heather had been in a slump recently and was demoted to bottom-level stories such as openings of new parks or sea otters' birth at the zoo, not the dramatic upset stories she craved. She knew if she wanted to be back on top needed a headline story.
The lock clicked open with a snap as the heavy metal door slowly swung open, she stepped inside to the cool darkness of the large empty building. She had received information from an anonymous source that catsuits like hers were being produced here but those who had purchased them had been disappearing. She dug into the story more and while looking at the evidence found mostly young women who purchased these full black PVC suits had vanished in the days after their purchase. Most were loners or lived by themselves so all the disappearances were never reported and had been able to fly under the radar.
Heather stepped into the dark warehouse, the only light coming from the moon slanting downwards through the skylight illuminating the dust floating in the air. The door shut behind her with a loud crash causing her to spin around and stand in silence waiting to see if anyone heard the noise, to her relief all stayed silent
She made her way deeper into the warehouse moving swiftly and silently, her heavy boot scuffling across the concrete floor. Heather made her way along the wall next to the door in which she entered. She found that it was lined with wooden crates, bolted shut, and covered in dust. prying one open and she found neatly folded PVC suits. Pulling one from the container and letting it unfurl she zipped it open checking it inside and out, there was nothing peculiar about it, it seemed to be exactly like the one she was wearing just made out of much thicker material than hers.
Smooth and shiny touching the PVC got her excited. She loved the smooth feel of her skin gliding across it, even without any oil it was very slick. She could certainly see why this company's suits were so popular. They were very high quality and seemed to be worth the price but these suits looked like they had been sitting for a while and only a few crates had been moved or opened.
She had purchased one in the mail but it had not yet arrived. The questionnaire was very detailed asking for photos and her measurements to make sure the suit fit. She was a bit nervous at how much information she had to provide.
Heather closed the crate and made her way further into the darkness, walking a bit more the moonlight brought large machinery into view, metal arms held molds followed by a conveyor belt. It looked like the PVC was pressed into shape and placed on the converter belt piling into those large boxes to be shipped out and individually packaged. So far nothing looked out of the ordinary but she knew stories always lay deeper than just the surface.
Heather realized the warehouse seemed rather small on the inside and empty for a company that was doing as much business as she saw from her research. As she walked further she noticed a wall dividing the room, to the left was a large sliding warehouse door, and to the right a small door leading to what looked like a storage room. Heather made her way to the right and entered the room.
As she opened the door a soft blue glow illuminated the room, clear tubes suspended from the floor made of plexiglass-type material bolted together with metal lids at the top and bottom looking like a type of chamber filled the space. These tubes lined both walls bolted to the floor and formed a thin walkway down the middle of the room. Besides that the room was empty but looking at the suits she could tell these suits looked different.
Unlike the other suits she had found in the boxes, these were not empty. They looked like they were placed around a mannequin, the hips were pressed outwards on the side pushing against the PVC. The breasts protruded out filling up the chest. Each suit was suspended by metal cuffs holding it horizontally from the wrists and ankles attached to the metal ring at the top and base of the tube making it stretch into a spread eagle stance.
"That's a strange way to store these". Heather thought to herself but she shrugged it off figuring these were displays or some kind of process before they were shipped out. As she turned Heather thought she heard a noise, almost like a moan but listening all that fell on her ears was silence. She took one more look at the row of tubes, she couldn't help thinking the suits looked. Full. They looked like prisoners lined up, the thought made her wet inside her own PVC suit.
Heather made her way out of the storage room and to the large sliding door, shimming through the little gap she made her way into a much larger room. Her eyes now adjusted to the darkness showed a very different picture, the room was much cleaner and looked like it had been used often. More chambers lined the wall on her left side however these unlike the others had no suits suspended and emitted no light.
