Kat had no idea where the suit was taking her. Once or twice she thought she heard distant voices, but the tight hood and straps made it difficult to hear. Eventually she heard nothing at all.
In her state of sensory deprivation, she had no idea how much time was passing.
She slowly became aware of a hunger and a sense of need. Had she been trapped in this for days? She couldn't tell, she was just increasingly hungry and had a deep feeling of emptiness. Her only sensation was the movement of her legs and the steady bounce of her cock, which had somehow been fully erect this entire time.
She became to have sense that her captor was roaming the far back side of campus, searching for something. As it ran along she could swear she was going past the football practice facilities. This inexplicable sense of place and awareness sharpened. She also became aware of the suit's purpose. It wanted to survive, and it had an instinctive knowledge that to be safe it needed to be smart and powerful.
Kat's strange sixth sense awareness continued to grow. She knew they were at the stables, and that the horses were fleeing her discomforting scent. She felt the suits desire, it was drawn to the horses and their size and strength. It wanted to consume them, to absorb them.
Kat realized this is what was happening to her, the fetish suit was absorbing her. It had been compelled to do so to gain intelligence. The suit was not sentient, it needed her to be it's mind. This is why she could sense what the suit wanted and what was around them; the line between her and it was blurring.
She mentally rebelled, her terror giving frantic energy to her will and thoughts. Her captor seemed dissuaded and continued its wanderings.
She could sense everything around her; every blade of grass, the birds sleeping in the trees above, every little detail of her immediate surroundings. She had a greater perception now than before the blindfold. She also couldn't hear anything at all now, but her eerie sixth sense informed her of every sound. She knew it without actually hearing at all.
The predatory wandering continued, it seemed to be avoiding people and staying on the deserted back end of campus. As it passed the veterinary hospital, Katrina's hopes rose. Palmetto State University was renowned for its animal hospital, and was especially famous for its work with large felines. Such rare and powerful animals almost certainly needed 24/7 monitoring, which meant someone might be here to save her.
As the thought 'powerful animal' entered her mind, the suit abruptly turned and accelerated towards the building. It reached the side of the building and began to nimbly vault the side, launching from window ledge to window ledge. This acrobatic display was far beyond anything a human being could accomplish.
It reached the rooftop, and Kat could feel it strain their supernatural perception downwards into the building. It quickly located the section housing the great cats which were receiving care. The suit ripped open an air duct cover. The shaft was tight, perhaps four inches by twelve inches. Kat felt a squeeze and buckling as it folded and entered the duct. She recoiled in horror, realizing that she was fully absorbed physically and that 'Katrina' existed only as part of the bizarre bondage suit that had enveloped her. She was beyond saving, it was too late.
They slithered through the ventilation system, quickly reaching the correct floor and unit. Bursting from the air vent, the suit resumed its normal shape. Kat used her sense ability to inspect herself. She confirmed her fears, there was no trace of her body inside the suit. The sense of emptiness was literal. Free of the constraints imposed by a body within, it had reshaped to better fit the kinky fashion items used in its creation. Her cock was now a solid rubber dildo, a ladder of a dozen silver barbells accented the front of her permanently erect shaft. The corset had cinched further, giving her a severe hourglass figure. The bodysuit had pushed out to fill the cups of the overbust corset. Kat found a bit of dark humor in this, she had lost her body but in a way she had regained her proud bustline.
A woman in a lab coat screamed and tried to run for the door. Kat felt herself turn, the hooks on her corset opening. The corset flexed open, and a multitude of ropes and straps leapt outwards from inside. These wrapped around the woman, tripping her to the floor. Her clothes shredded as the animated restraints crawled over her body and into place. A ballgag forced its way into her mouth, and wide leather straps crossed over her eyes.
The woman stood unsteadily, or rather the living restraints that had enveloped her stood her up. She was probably in her mid 30s, light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Shiny black ropes about a quarter inch thick criss crossed her torso, forming an elaborate harness. The pattern formed a loop around her nipples and lifted her breasts. The ropes were very tight around her waist, a little post pregnancy paunch pushing out at the gaps. A very wide leather strap wrapped front to back between her legs, covering her pussy, though the edges of her bush could be seen poking out the sides. Two more straps circled down her legs to wrap tightly around her feet. A pair of black rubber gloves covered her hands.
Kat knew this was a 'baby' version of what had consumed her. It would first seek out materials to complete itself and fully encompass the woman, then it would absorb her. After that would be the search for a powerful or predatory animal to complete the new being.
Kat's hunger and need surged to the surface. She found herself walking away, towards where she could sense the animals. It wasn't clear if Kat was doing this or the suit. What little mental distinction had remained was being lost. Kat was largely in control but driven by instincts she had been imbued with from the creature.