Do Ya Think I'm Sexy

by That_Dark_Forest_Witch (ao3)

“Excited for tonight?” Kissing Molly on the top of her head, Arthur passed her the potion-infused tea, careful not to spill the pearlescent liquid.  

“Always,” her eyes glittered as she caught his gaze in the mirror of her vanity table. Taking a sip of the tea, she smiled warmly at him. “Are you going to need help getting ready?” 

“You know it!” Barking a laugh, he gave a wink, still amused by their little routine of teasing check-ins. With his wife’s all clear, he let the excitement finally take hold. Arthur plodded through their room to the cramped en-suite bathroom for a quick shower to ensure that his skin was clean and free of any dirt, oils, and—save for the top of his head—hair. But first, he made sure to shake his tush where he knew Molly could see in the mirror. Treasuring the sound of her exasperated but fond chuckle, he started getting ready.  

Liberally coating both the latex zentai and himself with cornstarch, he began the slow process of unrolling the suit up his feet and legs. Being careful of the material, he did his best to keep the dancing to a minimum, but even with the lack of friction, some wiggling, pushing, and prodding were needed. Especially once it got to his middle. The fastenings around the crotch needed additional care to not strain it in the wrong way.  

Finally getting his hands through, he tapped the hair on his head with his wand to slick it down and coat it as well. Taking his last easy breath of the night, he slipped the headpiece over his face, making sure to line up the breathing tubes with his nose.  

With his wand, he fastened up the back of the suit from hip to the back of his head, sighing at the feel of the latex hugging his entire body. Then used his wand to tap and readjust places the latex wasn’t fitting quite right. Magic allowed him to see clearly through the material until a blinding charm was used. Checking the cushioning charms, he reinforced the ones strategically placed around his face. Hopefully, it would help with the discomfort later.  

Fully covered, he plodded and squeaked back out to his wife, eyes hungrily taking in her own preparations. Her hair was fastened back into a high ponytail to fully expose the lines of her neck and the freckles that coated her shoulders. The thin straps of her dress barely held up the scrap of cloth meant to cover her breasts that were already starting to leak from the potion she had taken. 

While Molly fretted over how her breasts had seemed to droop with each child, Arthur loved the sight of her full, hanging breasts. Perky tits had a certain appeal, but he was far fonder of the way breasts looked on a mature woman. The way they felt in his hands. The fact that Molly’s breasts could easily smother him was something he had to keep from thinking of as he stood expectantly next to her. Arousal would do nothing to help him at the moment.  

He loved how the skimpy dress highlighted her soft middle and the way her stomach had changed over the years.  

While she worried that she wasn’t as pretty as she had been in her teens or twenties, she’d never been more beautiful and he’d never been more attracted to her.  

“Ready for my help?” She grinned salaciously at him in a way that made his heart race and was absolutely not helping his predicament. Squeaking latex accompanied his eager nodding. While he could still speak for the time being, he was excited to get on with the evening. That and the sound would never fail to entertain him.  

Tenderly, slowly, maddingly, Molly unfasted the opening around his cock, already straining to harden against the constricting material. Freshening up her lipstick, she made sure to place a print of her lips across his shaft before taking the attached set of silicone rings from her vanity. He loved watching her thread his balls through the first ring and slip the other rings gently over his cock to ensure that the kiss mark wouldn’t be smudged.  

With a tap of her wand, the rings tightened slowly to snuggly fit around him and severely limit his erection. The increasing pressure felt delightful, but the simple knowledge that his cock was locked into being more of a decoration had his blood thrumming in his veins.  

They hadn’t had seven children by accident, but they had been younger, more idealistic versions of themselves. The versions that thought that having a large family would be perfectly manageable thanks to the amount of help their families were willing to offer. Before time, age, and stress had made them both realize that the sex they had as twenty-somethings wasn’t what they wanted anymore.  

The years hadn’t been easy, and each of them wore the past few a little heavier. Thinking their sex lives were over had weighed them down even more. It made them feel like they were losing a part of themselves, a positive when they didn’t want to lose any more.  

Once they had stopped worrying about penetration, his ability to ejaculate, or having their sex stay confined to their younger unimaginative ideas, they had been able to explore what aroused them and brought them satisfaction. If anything, Arthur’s blood pressure issues, dwindling stamina, and the lingering effects of seven births on Molly’s body had opened up and revitalized their sex lives. 

“There,” she gave his caged cock a fond pat before refastening the latex. With a few wiggles that were further exaggerated as Molly giggled at him, he shifted about to settle the pressure of the rings to where they were as comfortable as they were going to get. Stilling, Molly cast the protective charms that would ensure his immediate release should it become necessary at any moment.  

“Did you remember your own potion, darling?” Molly gave him a raised brow, already knowing he’d forgotten.  

“If I did that, would you even know it was me?” His words clear despite the layer of latex over his mouth. Grinning, he made as much noise as possible as he danced across the room, far too amused by the sounds of the unoiled suit. Snagging the potion from their special drawer, he swallowed it down, having no desire to have his blood pressure interfere with his evening.  

Smacking his lips, he grabbed the last item he needed and turned to enjoy the view of Molly’s body again. The black and white cow print of her dress let the glow of her skin take centre stage. The headband with cute little horns and floppy ears made him smile.  

Nearly skipping back to her, he presented the mittens he always needed help with getting on. Each sliver of his autonomy that fell away spurred his excitement and he forgot to speak again. Eagar to embrace the side of himself that this suit allowed.  

With a fond grin, Molly helped hold the mittens for him and fastened them tightly around his wrists. The structure forcing his hands to cup and the attached flap, once secured, made it impossible for him to hold anything that wasn’t placed in his hands.  

Gazing into her gorgeous eyes, pupils blown wide with her own growing excitement, she slipped her hand into his, held her wand tight, and apparated them to their room at the club.  

“Any last words?” Her voice was husky and breathless, but the lust cleared from her eyes for a moment to reaffirm she was genuinely asking. Grinning widely at her, he shook his head. 

Taking steady breaths from his nose, he fought off the jitters as she cast the spell to oil his suit and give the latex an appealing gleam. Nearly vibrating with excitement, he couldn’t wait much longer to get started, but felt his pulse flutter knowing it wasn’t his choice.  

Thankfully, the door opened not much later.  

“Evening, lovelies. Everyone excited?” Fleur’s tinkling laughter fought for space as rapid squeaking filled the air, Molly’s low chuckle adding a rich bass.

Arthur could feel them both roll their eyes as he started to wiggle with the intent of making the squeaks sound musical. Good thing there was no time like the present to practice. Breaking out what could only be vaguely recognised as disco dance moves got him closer to reproducing Get Down Tonight by KC & The Sunshine Band.  

Fleur continued to laugh as she shut the door behind her and moved to talk to Molly. Her sensibly plain pantsuit he recognised as one of Molly's favourites. The dusky blue a colour Molly refused to wear but loved to see Fleur in. She did look like a striking businesswoman ready to take on the world, unburdened by a husband who wasn't home much anyway. 

Fleur and Bill remained friends, and close ones at that, dissolving their marriage had simply been a measure to help them both be happier as they sought out their life goals. 

The squeaking sounds dimmed, but Arthur didn’t let that hinder his funky fresh moves. The women had quickly mastered silencing spells for his suits and his antics, despite knowing they could tell him to stop at any moment. They often left him to enjoy the confidence brought on by the zentai.  

“I’ll take that as a yes. How 'bout you, dearie?” Fleur’s amused tone was a delight to hear.  

“Very excited,” Molly’s breathy response was even better. “Before we get too far along, I wanted to let you know that what happened at dinner last Sunday? With the cream? I’m open to that being used tonight.” 

“Thank you for telling me, ma chère petite vache.” 

Arthur turned to see Fleur trace a gloved hand down Molly’s cheek, which was now cherry red. It had been rather odd to find such a compatible relationship with their former daughter-in-law, but the dynamic worked for them. Their history added some spice that made it perfect for what Molly and Arthur were looking for.  

Molly needed an exceptionally beautiful woman to praise her, and Arthur respected that. Molly could love and trust him as her husband, but even he could admit that it felt different to be complimented by Fleur. Really, he was just happy to find a way to help rebuild Molly’s confidence in her body after the changes pregnancy had made.  

Their shared history was rather helpful when it came to some of those changes to Molly’s body. Explanations or justifications hadn’t been needed, they had all simply agreed to no penetration. It wasn’t the type of stimulation any of them were seeking from the dynamic.  

“Is there anything else before we get started?” 

“No, Mistress.” 

“Then take your position, bonne vache.”  

Arthur obeyed as well, knowing that his directions would be through Molly’s. He moved to the centre of the room and to the prepared pad that was both easy to clean and comfortable on their ageing joints. Lying flat on the pad, he lifted his hands to help stabilise Molly as she knelt over his head. As Molly settled her weight over his face, the latex made his skin tingle as the pressure spread. With her thighs covering his ears, he felt the world focus down to what fascinated him most: muggle technology.  

He’d spent months examining and taking apart curious devices that muggles called “magic wands”. Sybians and vibrators seemed to work on similar principles, using one of his favourite items to move weights to allow the object to vibrate at varying speeds.  

Muggle motors were fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. Picturing the cams and camshaft of a combustion engine twisting to lift valves and rods to release the force of tiny explosions. He detested the electric motors that took out all of the beauty and complexity of a combustion engine away. But in this suit and in this room, he could be the perfect motor as he saw fit.  

Molly’s hands left his to be replaced with the slide of handles into his restricted hands. Arthur felt a new excitement grip him. Above him, Mistress would be attaching pumps to Molly’s leaking breasts as Molly mooed her approval at Mistress’ tender words. Molly really was a pretty little cow like this. 

Mistress’ gentle tap on the back of his hands paired with the increased pressure on his face unlocked something deep in his chest, something that stilled his thoughts. Like the surface of the ocean suddenly made placid and tranquil.  

Pretending the rock of Molly’s weight was the explosions filling a cylinder, rolling his head with the image of the crankshaft in his mind, transforming the directional force into rotational force to have his restricted hands squeeze the pumps, and puffing the exhaust through the tube. Feeling the force of the streams of milk as they hit the plastic of the muggle hand pumps.  

Satisfaction filled him as Molly’s thighs trembled around his head, allowing him to feel the energy of the motor he wished he could be. Excitement to feel like he was just like a muggle vibrator, but one designed just for Molly’s needs.  

The slick surface of the hood, without an edge to catch on and the ample lubrication to reduce friction to an easy glide. The ridges of his face offered points of pressure, but their combined movements ensured that the pressure didn’t build too much. The cushioning charms to make sure the pressure was never too sharp.  

The even draw on her breasts to relieve the pressure, working her nipples to the tenderness she loved. The gentle and steady motions helped slowly and comfortably build her to the point of ecstasy. All while Mistress praised and petted Molly, tapping his hands if he needed to speed up or slow down.  

Arthur was content to follow the guidance, thrilled to be treated like the piece of muggle technology he wanted to be. Mistress only needed to press his buttons or flick switches to change his functions to best use him to delicately coax the pleasures Molly deserved.  

Letting himself be lulled by the intake, compression, combustion, and exhaust of the motor he embodied, he felt a satisfaction that was absent from his life outside of these moments. He loved Molly, their kids, and the life they had built together, but when he got to be her personal vibrator? That was when life felt right.  

He didn’t even mind as he registered the taps to slow the engine and ‘turn him off’. He’d gotten to be everything he’d ever wanted— again— and he’d get to do it in a few weeks. There really wasn’t much else he could ask for when he was able to live both lives intertwined with the love of his life.  

The handles were removed from his hands, and he did his best to support Molly as she struggled to her feet, his ears popping now that they were no longer blocked by her clenching thighs. Bracing himself, he struggled to his feet as the latex caught in his joints and wanted to pinch him. He only teetered three times and nearly toppled once. He was getting far better at this!  

Fleur was there to help steady him, Molly already sitting on a chaise with a blanket and tea. Her dazed but happy look one of his favourite parts of their evenings at the club. It was well worth the stiff joints to see her at ease.   

Fleur helped remove his mittens and unfastened the hood, allowing him to take a deep breath that was sorely needed. He'd gotten used to the restricted breathing, but there was nothing like not having to worry about it. Molly and Fleur giggled at his gulping breaths and silly faces as he played up the relief he felt. 

Smiling at Molly and Fleur, he simply basked in the moment where everyone was feeling good and happy. 

"Alright. Think you're ready to help me get this off him?" Fleur jerked a thumb at Arthur with a grin at Molly once she seemed more steady. 

"Ready as I'll ever be. The lug never seems to take it seriously." Molly shook her head fondly as she got up. 

"I will have you know I'm up to five whole serious days! That's a lot for a fella like me!" Arthur chuckled, playing into the familiar gribe. 

The three of them worked together to unroll Arthur from the latex, charms and transfigurations helping with the sweat buildup. However not much could help with the vacuum seals that kept happening, only working slowly and methodically. Once free, he took a moment to stretch and remove the chastity cage around his cock while Fleur set spells to clean the suit. 

Holding out a hand to Molly, he helped her walk to the adjoining bathroom and awaiting tub. He helped her in before stepping into the open shower to rinse off the remaining sweat. Fleur joined them in her comfort clothes: sweatpants and a loose-fitting tee. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she helped wash Molly’s hair, who melted under the ministrations.

Arthur would never get over the amount of pleasure he felt every time he saw that peaceful tranquillity in Molly. It simply made him happy beyond measure.

Plodding back to the tub, he joined her. The warm water as delightful on his joints as Molly's countenance was to his heart.  

“Thank you, as always. You do a fantastic job Fleur.” Turning to her, he could only praise the outstanding woman and the role she played in their lives. 

“Thank you,” she dipped her head in acknowledgement as she gave him a wide smile. “It is always my pleasure.”