Partnered with the Swap Clinic - Part Two

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.

Partnered with the Swap Clinic - Part One

I wriggle and shift in my uncomfortable metal seat, the cool steel beneath me stinging at my sensitive skin through the oddly soft and squishy bodysuit encasing me. I try to sit still, to simply wait for the doctor to return patiently. However, with each passing moment I feel the overly tight and clingy latex suit grow more and more uncomfortable.

The suit beneath me shimmers in the harsh lights blaring down from above me in the confined little office, glistening almost like oil as the suit itself ripples and jiggles with even the most subtle movements. The suit itself appears layered, the tight innards being protected by a soft and supple layer of what had been warm goo when I had first put the damned thing one. Slender segmented bands run up and down the arms and legs, the flexible strands of metal running perpendicular to the bands running around my waist the chest.

A small hood hangs behind me, a rubbery mask that lacks much more than a hole for a mouth to breathe through.