Suddenly, I feel my legs and legs snap to the arms and legs of the chair. A low hum comes from beneath me, an electrical whine that seems to power something beyond my sight. I strain weakly against my apparently bindings, my wrists and elbows appearing downright glued to the metal frame beneath me while my ankles and knees follow suit.
"Just need to make sure you don't move to much" the blonde mumbles, her typing starting up again as I feel my head lurch back into the headrest of the chair. "Now... let's see what we have in store for you..." she mutters to herself, pausing as she reads something beyond the darkness of my rubber mask.
As my head impacts the headrest of the seat I let out a guttural gurgling in shock, the sound of the rubber squeaking against the hard metallic backing filing my ears. The back of my head seems to deform as I'm pulled against the shining steel plate, pooling out behind me as the rubber flexes momentarily as though it was filled with jelly. A whirling soon kicks into gear inside my ears, the mask suddenly snapping into a more rigid shape as I faintly feel my head pool back out and into some roughly human shape once more.
"O...kay..." the blonde coos, the seat beneath her wheezing as she stands up from the aging padding. "Looks like you'll be getting one of the good ones" she explains, pacing around behind her desk as the sounds of drawers opening and closing barely reach me over the sound of the blood in my ears and the strange whirring.
For a moment I try to wriggle free, to pull against the restraints by throwing my body weight behind each pull and tug. However, as I heave my body from side to side I'm quickly met with a sickening sensation through my numbed flesh. My torso distends, warping and straining at the tight confines of the suit as my bones twist and muscles melt into a horridly gelatinous mass.
Before I can throw my weight around again I'm forced to listen as further gears grind down my body, the suit quickly constricting and locking up around me as I find any movement relatively futile.
"Please try and stay still Mr Hughes" the blonde sighs, fumbling through the drawers of her desk in search of something. "You don't want to strain anything honey. I know it's... icky feeling, but trust me it'll all be over soon." With a final thud she slams a drawer closed, her foot falls soon drawing closer as a series of soft electronic beeps follow along with her.
With a loud crunch I listen as a set of bands around my waist cinch inward, squeezing my sides like a tube of toothpaste as my melted innards are forced up into my chest. I gaps loudly, drool dripping from my forcefully parted lips, only to have something shoved down into the back of my throat. For a second I gag at the intrusion, huffing and wheezing as I feel like I'm about to vomit, only for a sudden icy numbing sensation to begin to fill my mouth. The slimy metal device slowly begins to snake its way down my gullet, my neck bulging slightly at the intrusion before being forced to contract with another set of loud crackling clicks from the bindings covering the suit.
"There... we..." the blonde softly mutters, shifting and jostling the mysterious device as my eyes water inside the mask. My chest burns and my head begins to swim at the lack of oxygen before I am thankfully given sweet release, the device opening up to allow a small breathing hole. As the hole slowly forms I feel the solid slither of metal that had once rested in its place begin to inch up through the top palette in my mouth and upwards through my skull.
The panic gripping me at the intrusion into my mouth and the device inching up towards my brain is suddenly heightened as I feel my head, arms, and legs suddenly lurch towards my bound torso. The magnetic binds in the seat shift inch by inch and the suit adjusts its own metallic bindings accordingly, my height rapidly diminishing as my legs and arm are slowly pushed into my chest and hips. The bones and muscle seem to fight against each other for a moment, the softened matter staining with each inch lost. However, with a low gurgling from withing the suit I soon find a strange sense of relief as a weight begins to build in the soft supple layers between the rubber and latex.
A muffled moan escapes my gagged lips as I feel the slender metal protrusion slip from inside my mouth and behind my eye. The moan quickly grows harsher and more panicked as a pulse erupts through my optic nerve, riding its way up like electricity inside a power line before spreading through my skull in a violent and mind numbing haze.
"Breathe sweetie" the blonde coos, patting my shoulder as her fingers sink deep into my gooey flesh beneath the suit. "Just fixing up your noggin and dialing in those vocal chords just right."
With each pulse inside my head I feel new neural pathways being forcefully carved into my gray matter, the crackling pain leaving my eyes darting about behind the mask in a panic as I try to work out just what was being changed.
Every groan and muffled wheeze pitches up higher and higher by the send, the metal tube filling my throat vibrating at ever shifting frequencies that my voice seems to adapt to almost instantaneously.
As the binding around my body grow tighter and tighter I feel those in my chest and rear becoming relatively loose by comparison, the excess mass from each and every pinch and pull slowly forming into these pockets beneath my skin. I let out a distorted whimper as I feel the blonde begin to paw at my chest, her fingers sinking into the soft and squishy mounds the suit had allowed to form.
"Huh... Normally they prefer something a little on the larger size..." she mutters in confusion, giving the supple flesh one last squeeze before poking and prodding at my thighs and my painfully crushed cock. "I guess the nerdy cutesy types need to be a little more... restrained" she coos, a delightful shiver quickly following down my spine.
"Shame..." she mumbles, her fingers brushing over the strained outline of my cock for a moment before pressing down on the flaccid snake. "I'm sure whoever gets that will have a wonderful time... with... it..." she coos with a giggle, pausing between the words as she seemingly squishes the soft flesh into my thigh before smoothing it out without much resistance at all. Her fingers slowly trace up between my legs, teasing my soft squishy thighs before darting over the soft mound forming where my cock and balls had once rested.
A soft gurgling rumbles up from my throat, the vibrations shifting once more as I feel my vocal chords tighten slightly. A warm begins to build between my legs, a damp heat that clings with the tight cloying material of he suit.
"The boys will love that" the blonde giggles, quickly shifting her fer hand up to my head as she pats around my hidden scalp. "And the girls too, guess they wanted you to cover all the bases so to speak."
As her hand moves about my scalp I wince and wriggle in my seat, struggling to move my head in anyway to avoid the strands of hair pressing into my skin. The cool numbing sensation of the suit does little to hide the sweat and trapped heat within the suit, my chest beginning to heave and I pathetically pant for air.
With a loud series of clicks I feel the suit relax, the various metallic straps snapping free as I soon find myself swimming in a limp hunk of latex filled with my own sweat. I gag and splutter, spit falling from my plumped up lips as the long slender tube suddenly retracts the spike inside my skull before the blonde begins to snake the device back out.
I let out a wracking cough, the rough and raspy side of the noise being dulled by the delightfully soft timber of my voice.
A set of fingers reach under the mask, stretching the rubber and pulling it forward before easing it up over my head. A cascade of sweaty thick black hair tumbles out in a terrible mess, the mass of hair blanketing my face before running down over my shoulders and chest. I'm left to weakly blow at the strands in front of me, struggling to dislodge it from my sweat covered face as I find my weakened limbs remain glued to the chair.
"There we are" the blonde giddily chimes, placing the device back over on her desk before grabbing something else. She quickly traipses back over to me, reaching down to my drained form to part the dark locks blocking my vision.
I stare up at her with an unfocused gaze, the world becoming more of a blur the closer it gets to me. The blonde beams with a broad grin, her eyes darting over me as she seems to take stock of whatever the suit had done. In her hand she holds what looks to be a small needle, the hypodermic sitting in some plastic device for easy use and delivery.
My head slowly hangs forward, a dull garbled whimpering slipping from my lips as I spy the modest perky mounds resting on my chest and the soft plush thighs sitting beneath me. The suit appears to bulge around the midsection, the layer of what I had thought was insulation between the latex layers rippling slowly as it all smooths out and spreads around the suit as a whole.
Suddenly I feel I prick in my neck, a little hiss soon following as the needle releases its payload. I let out a short and sweet squeak of surprise, my eyelids growing heavy as I quickly find myself remaining upright only through the help of the magnetic binds of the chair.
"Don't worry, dear" the blonde coos, gently rubbing my head as though to soothe me to sleep. "We'll get you all sorted, you just sleep things off...
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