Backing away in fear from the wardrobe doors as the bunny mannequins scrabble at the handles you soon feel the firm timber of the closet against your latex clad back. You half turn, hoping against hope that there's something, anything you can use to get away.
Your knee squeaks as it bumps against something soft and yielding and you crouch down to examine it with another soft squeak, almost moaning as the latex grips you in an unfamiliar way.
In the dim half light at the back of the wardrobe you make out a pair of lips, made from soft red leather and shaped to form a letter 'O'. You'd brushed the upper lip with your knee, and beyond them you can make out a narrow tunnel. Reaching in you can tell the tunnels made from some sort of slick stretchy material, probably more latex from the slick shine, but with catsuit encasing your fingers you can't be sure.
Slipping between those lips and into that close, cloying tunnel is going to be uncomfortably like being swallowed, but with the bunnies about to pluck you from the wardrobe what choice do you have?