Fanfic Previews: Delia 3-1

  Delia sighed as she put down the phone. It had certain been awhile since she had any new clients or work, but the part that annoyed her most is when they would ring up unannounced, taking away any plans she might have for the day or next few days. Still, she was right to hide her call from Mimey. She couldnt let many people know if her line of work. Too many locals that would either look down their noses on her or beg her to be a client. Worst still if her son happened to find out.    
   “Hmm, wonder if my stockings will still even fit?” She wondered. Delia had kept herself in good shape regularly but again it had been ages since she had somebody call her for work. Exiting, she called for her sole Pokemon from the landing. “Mimey, I'm going out for awhile so look after the house while I'm gone okay?”  
   “Mime Mime!” the Pokemon answered happily as he continued the dishes, unaware of his mistress' true intentions.    
  Delia walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Once there, she opened a secret draw under her bed revealing a case with a number lock. Entering the three digit code “1.5.0” the case opened to reveal its contents, a few pieces of clothing made of black latex. The mother began to undress by unbuttoning her trademark pink top then lifting her yellow inner shirt over her head. Her long blue dress fell down her legs once unhooked from her waist, revealing her bottom figure in only her bra and panties, which did not last long as her freed her large breasts from her containment, throwing the bra to the floor and then dropping her panties down her silky legs to join her skirt. The mother finished by slipping out of her socks as she stepped out of the small clothes pile. Her imagine of housewife and mother now stripped off, now the naked MILF began to dress into her secret image, that of a hot Domainatrix for hire.  
  Her breasts only enjoyed the coolness of freedom just briefly as Delia put on a black latex bra, which almost went without a hitch but it certainly felt a little tighter than her everyday bra.    
   “Ooh, you' two have certainly grown.” Delia looked down at her overflowing breasts with a disapproving gaze. Bras her size were certainly not cheap, and sexy latex ones only up the price even more. She had her suspicions but now it had been confirmed, she grew from a 34D to a 36D. “No matter, everyone likes to see a pair of twins look like they're going to explode out of a bra!”  
  Her attention next turned to the rubber thong panties. She slid them up her beautiful legs hoping at least her butt would behave as she coated her womanhood in rubber. Almost, feeling a tight squeeze around her waist.    
   “Argh, not you too!” she smacked a buttcheek in annoyance. “This gig had better pay well or I'm gonna waste it all on new gear!”  
  She put on a gaiter belt next to prepare for the item she worried about the most, her long rubber stockings. The mother started with one leg, pulling the stocking so far up her leg. Success! No embarrassing situation where it only made it half way up her leg. A little tightness but nothing that would alarm her of her shiny black leg wear splitting. The other leg accepted the other stocking just as well too, and she hooked in the straps from her belt on the front and back to keep them up for sure. She put on some high heels on her feet, it really had been a long time since she wore them or any sexy heels as she was almost off balance in them and being much more high up than normal, but a few sexy poses in the mirror reminded her mind how to best to stand and walk in them. Starring at her reflection, she felt so glad she had not left herself go. Despite the bust and butt growth, she still looked as hot as ever, the sight of her as well as the chill of the latex made her nipples press hard against the rubber. She sure wished she could do this more often, even if it was just for fun. But alas, normal life did not allow for that. Too risky of being caught to do this every day. How she was itching to press herself against the mirror and have her reflection say naughty things back to her, but she had a job to do.    
  Competing her look, Delia placed a spike collar around her neck and an eye mask. Her sexy persona was back from its slumber. She could not wait to dust off her whip and sex toys for this job.    
   “To the Ketchum Cave!” the mother pressed a hidden button behind the mirror and a secret door to a staircase opened up.

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