Author's Note
Latest Edit, at: 2019: 01-29 02:20
Anthro Edition
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”You are hereby committed to the Starlight Conversion facility, for the duration required!” the voice pronounces.
“It is at least no Correctional or Penal facility I had been committed to!” I am pondering.
A correctional facility would indicate that something is wrong with me, and a penal facility would imply that I had done something wrong. There had been nothing wrong with me, technically speaking; just as I had not done anything wrong, or bad. I am not on death row. I am just about to convert.
The First Room: 1 Preparations
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As I wake up, I am lying nude on the gurney; with nothing to cover me, but the crystal clear inch thick rubber quilt.
“Wait, I am utterly and completely nude; this is highly inappropriate!” I realize.
I imagine, I hear the hint of a squeak, from outside the door to the room, in which I lie and rest. There is a distinct click from the door, before it is sliding up and she is entering the room. She is extending her right hand towards the plaque on the right side of the door; spreading the fingers of her extended right hand wide, just as she is placing the palm of her hand on the plaque; pressing her fingers together, tightly and thus closing the door behind herself.
As the door is sliding shut, she is turning towards me, with a warm smile all over her face.
“Welcome to the spa, and I am Lotus!” she presents herself.
“I will give you a massage, before you can be initiated for your conversion!” she explains.
“I think I can accept the massage!” I ponder.
“Don’t worry; I always massage girls nude; for what I am preparing you for, there is no other way!” she points out, in an attempt to make me more comfortable in my nudity.
I guess I do appreciate her effort, for all it is worth.
“I will remove the quilt shortly, so you can turn around, shortly!” she points out.
“How can a mere clear rubber quilt restrain me?” I ponder.
“Don’t worry; I will explain everything you need to know, shortly!” she points out.
I lie face down, on the gurney, with just enough of a gap to permit me to breathe; then the tips of her fingers reaches the back of my neck. Wet, slippery and warm. First now, I realize how beautiful she is. Her slender hands, caressing me. Although she does have inch long, semi square nails; aiding her in the pursuit of catching that one moment, for me.
Her fingers, forming diminutive circles along the hairline, down the spine. All the way down to my tail. She doubles back, just outside of where she had just caressed my spine, spreading what I take for massage oil and making my skin slippery. Little do I know; the oil is a gel my skin is slowly absorbing, preparing my flesh to absorb the lubrication glued into the suit.
Inch by inch, she is caressing the skin of my back; spreading the clear gel, working it in as she goes. While her nails may look good, but now they are aiding her in her work, as she works the gel in.
She needs to double back several times, just to cover my back; but eventually, she does cover the ground.
While the gel initially did feel cool, it is still warming up; spreading a special heat and making me relax in the process. I feel my muscles relax gradually, as the gel is saturating my skin.
Once she covered my back, she continues at my right shoulder, working her way down the arm; all the way down, to my elbow before she is once more doubling back. She continues down the arm from my elbow, all the way down to my wrist. I feel her working the back of my hand, then the palm and finger by finger; from the thumb and all the way to the pinkie finger. Naturally, she is repeating the process; working her way down the left arm. All the way down, to the very tip of my pinkie finger.
She may have walked around the gurney, when she paused between working my right and left arm, but she never did stop. Now she had walked around me, ending up on the right side and starts down my right leg. She works her way down the thigh, doubling back at the knee. I feel the tips of her fingers; coated in the clear gel, as she is continuing down from the knee to the heel.
She is taking care of the soul of the foot, then the sides and the top of the foot. Finally, she is taking the toes, from the biggest to the smallest. Only stopping, in order to walk around the gurney, starting over on the left side and repeating the process with my left leg.
In surprise, I realize how she is giving extra care to my rump. She works her way down into the crack and all the way inside. I had actually managed to hold back the gasp.
Shouldn’t I have been worried, about how the relaxing effect will affect me; once she had given me the full benefit of the massage, when I am climbing down from the gurney? I did not, I do not; and I am not about to worry about this later. Still, maybe I should have? Worry is a reflex, taking over when you experience certain things.
I notice her, stepping back; waiting for something, as I am turned around by the cushion.
It is odd, being turned around by the cushion; when I do not need to do anything, in the process. Though, this is keeping me focused and relaxed, never breaking the spell she had been working so hard on.
Once I lie on my back, she steps back; renewing the effort, caressing me.
She is standing on my right side, by my head. I feel her caressing my face, from the hair-line. She gradually works her way down. She follows the side of my face. I feel her fingers teasing my cheeks and chin, before she continues over my lips around my eyes and finally my nose.
Once she had finished my face, she continued down my throat, only to double back in order to cover my entire throat.
Now she continues down my chest, between my breasts and all the way up to the edge of the mound. She doubles back, only to circle up onto my breasts. I feel her teasing my nipples, before she continues caressing my chest in diminutive circles, doubling back; up and down, up and down.
She continues down my thigh, only to double back at the knee. Continues down the leg, from the knee to the foot.
Once she has finished my legs, right and left, she continues up to the top of my mound and works her way down. Just as before, she is slipping into the orchid and takes her time to tease the petals of my orchid.
“Close your eye; relax!” she instructs me.
I feel the clear gel over my lips, but do sense no scent and sense no taste of the gel.
“Just lie still, relax and enjoy the moment; while I prepare the suit in which you are spending the night!” she suggests.
Only the suit had already been prepared before I had even arrived. The inside had been coated with the absolute and permanent gel glue. The specific gel lubricant had been chosen for me and been applied to the inside of my suit. Naturally, this suit is going to be very tight, but otherwise a perfect fit for me.
“Open your eyes!” she coos.
“Oh!” I merely respond, quietly.
I open my eyes, slowly and carefully. Not that the light in the room is bright in the least, but even my eye-lids are comfortably relaxed.
“Sit up, please; slowly!” she continues, and I follow the instruction, if only with some delay and not exactly very fast.
“Your suit, please; put it on!” she explains, as she is holding up the bubble-gum pink full body, rubber suit before me.
I slide down, from the bed; somewhat shakily, before I can accept the offered suit.
The material is slippery and smooth; light and actually a bit warmer than the coolness I had been expecting.
She had pulled the zipper all the way down to the tail, for me.
I slip my right foot into the suit, sliding all the way down. The suit is tight and contracts around me, yet is eagerly swallowing my foot. I feel the material slide over my skin as I am slipping my foot all the way down. Once my foot is all the way down, I tentatively set it down and manage to stand firmly.
Now I lift my left foot, slipping it into the suit. I feel my foot slip down all the way; before I manage to reassume a perfect, standing stance.
She is holding up the suit for me, as I am slipping my hands in. Just as my feet has slipped in with scary eagerness; so do my hands.
While she stands behind me, she had slipped in the anal and vaginal tube, respectively. I had felt them slip in and had found myself contracting around the tubes. Quite firmly, at that.
Once the tube plops, I feel a distinct pinch as it is riveted into the orifice. It is the same, for both the anal and the vaginal tube. Little do I know, or suspect the effect or purpose of these tubes.
Just after the pinch, I feel a clear rubber membrane spread inwards; as far as I could possibly feel the sensations of the rubber spreading. Half of the rubber is coating the inside of the orifice and pushing out, while the rest is spreading into the skin and contracting.
I feel her pulling the zipper all the way up my spine, to the base of my skull; just under the edge of the hair, at the back of my neck.
“I need you to insert this into your mouth, in between your lips!” she explains, as she is handing me a clear oral tube for me to inset.
While I am following her instruction, I feel her inserting a tube into my anal and vagina cavities respectively. Of course, she is handing me a second tube; instructing me, to insert it into my mouth.
While I do not know it, yet; but I am mute, which I will learn, soon enough. She just chse, not to make me realize it, just yet.
I had chosen to be here. Why I had chosen to be here, is utterly irrelevant now. I had made the choice. I can as well enjoy it, for all it is worth. Despite, or regardless of what it entails. If I had known of the consequences, or chosen to be here is just as irrelevant now. I am here.
The pink rubber suit, coating and covering my body is no impediment, while it may be a bit on the tight side and emphasizing my effeminate nature. The emphasizing of my curves is part of the design. Isn’t this why I am here and why I chose to be here?
While the suit had been cool, when I put it on and slipped into it; now it is warming up and approaches my body temperature. The hotter the suit grows, the more of the lubrication my skin is absorbing; which in turn, makes it harder to take it off of me. Though it is also responsible, for the suit feeling more and more as if it had been my skin. Not just rubber coating my body.
“You can climb up onto the bed, now!” she instructs me.
Of course, it is late and I am growing sleepy.
I climb up onto the cushion once more and lie on my back; with my arms along my body and the palms of my hands resting on the cushion.
As I lie down, she is coating my belly with a clear gel, before she is placing a pink rubber valve over where my belly-button is. The valve soon fuses with the rubber of my suit; turning me into a squeaky toy, even if its effect has not made itself known yet. I will learn of it, by tomorrow, after I had woken up.
Once she is done, she is covering me with an inch thick, crystal clear rubber sheet for quilt, to keep me warm over the night. It will also hold me firmly in place throughout the entire night. Strangely enough, this quilt is literally vacuum itself into place.
“Good night, and sleep tight!” she coos, just as she is opening the door out of the room; “I will be back early, tomorrow morning!” she then adds.
I lay my head on the pillow and relax; finding myself fast asleep, before I even know it.
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The First Room: 2 Preparations
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As I wake up, in the morning; I find Lotus standing over me, eagerly waiting for me to wake up. I can’t imagine her, waiting for hours on end; she knew exactly when I was expected to wake up, as if on her cue.
“This is a bit creepy; to have her looking down upon me, waiting for me to wake up!” I ponder.
“I trust you did sleep well!” she coos inquisitively.
“After that massage, you gave me the other night; I certainly could not complain, now could I!” I respond.
“It warms my heart, to hear that; even if everyone said it!” she points out.
With that, she is withdrawing the quilt holding me in place; before she is presenting me with a pair of crystal clear ankle-length toe-socks.
I sit up, accept the offered garments and slip them on. I smile back at her, expectant and wait for the next part of the ensemble she will be offering me. Naturally, I do not look down at my feet, to see the changes.
The sensations I am experiencing, is best described as: a thick and highly viscous liquid flowing up my skin, to cover the entire foot; or, as slipping my foot down, in cool water and feeling the pressure following the descent of the foot. Once the sock is on the foot, I feel it for a brief moment, before the sensation evaporates; as if the water was dried up by a hot wind.
“There, excellent; if you just put on your gloves, please!” she coos.
I accept the gloves in turn, slipping my hands in, right and left respectively. The experience is identical to when I slipped the socks on. Only now, I take the time to see how the shape of my hands are changing; to assume the detailed design features in a highly effeminate and comfortable posture. I see each and every detail; from the crystal clear, inch long semi square nails, to the outlines of highly sensitive touch pads and suction cups.
“Interesting, interesting indeed!” I reflect, in silence.
“A pair of knee-length socks!” she coos; and I accept them, without any hesitation.
I slowly and excitedly slip on the socks, right and left; ogling my feet, as I go. Maybe, I had not expected the changes; but they come over me, nonetheless. As I sit and watch, I can see my feet grow longer and my toes turn into the cutest and most adorable equine hooves. While I do not feel anything different, I can still see how my feet change posture in the process of the change.
I am experiencing the same sensations, as I had when I slipped the ankle-socks on; only now, it spreads all the way up to my knees. Just as I had been expecting, the white socks remains perfectly pristine, silicone white. Why shouldn’t they? It would be utterly preposterous, for the socks to change colour, just because I am putting them on.
“A pair of elbow-length gloves!” she is cooing, and I accept them, as she is handing them over.
I slip the gloves on, right and left; slowly, and thoughtfully, with tentative tugs. Somehow, I just can’t make myself haste. I need to saviour the experience.
Just as my focus shifts from my hands, she is presenting me with what could only be a pair of sleeves for my legs. Each covering the entire leg and nothing more. I accept the right and left, respectively in turn. Slipping it on and feeling how it covers my leg, inch by inch. In the end, my entire legs are the same silicon white, and shiny.
As I finish, she produces a pair of sleeves for my arms. I accept them, in turn and slip them on. For just the briefest of moments; I revel in the experiences, and enjoy the sensations brought on, in the process.
“I could get used to this, she is making me look beautiful!” I ponder.
As I look up, she is presenting me the knee-length pants. I accept them, eager and willing. Slipping them on, is a breeze. Without urging, I slip down onto the floor, in order to put them on.
I look up, and she is presenting me with a top. As I accept it, I notice the sleeves reaching to my elbows. There is a pattern, to everything she has been doing; all built up, based on her personal experience.
She is presenting me with the final piece of the suit; the body and I am accepting it, only too eager to slip right into it. I step into the opening in the neck, pulling it all the way up, before I am slipping my hands in and pushing all the way through. With that; the suit is complete.
The suit had already fused; as I finish slipping the final part on, and incidentally, there is no zipper. I barely feel the suit on my skin for more than a minute in total; it is skin-tight and does leave no impediment on my sensory experience of my surroundings. Maybe, just maybe; it is actually leaving me more sensitive, than I had been before. Particularly on specific areas, where one may desire the high sensitivity. Just as the hooves are hard; thus blocking out most, if not all sensation entirely.
“You will need this!” she coos; as she offers me the black, anal tube.
I accept the offered item an insert it as best I can. I feel a distinct pinch, as it plops and rivets itself firmly and securely into place. I will not be able to extract it, and it will most certainly not slip out, without consent.
“You will need this!” she coos; as she offers me the cerise, vaginal tube.
I accept the offered item an insert it as best I can. I feel a distinct pinch, as it plops and rivets itself firmly and securely into place. I will not be able to extract it, and it will most certainly not slip out, without consent.
After the initial pinch, the sensations soon fades away; leaving me feel as if I had never inserted it, in the first place. The tubes leave me open, while maintaining me tight.
“One final item, if you please; you will also need this!” she coos.
“Oh, but of course!” I ponder; nodding as I accept the final item.
There is a distinct pinch, as the tube plops; as I am inserting the tube, as per her instructions. Even if she never actually pronounced any implicit instructions. The next moment, the intended equine muzzle pushes out from my lips and includes my nose. Curiously enough, it is the same silicon white as the rest of the suit I had already slipped into. What had I been expecting?
My ears change, then move up to the top of my head; becoming equine ears, matching the rest of my appearance. While I may not have expected this part, but I really can’t complain or resent this change. It is simply perfectly in line, with the intent of the suit I had already accepted in the first place.
“I hope you are satisfied, with your new appearance!” she coos, as she is watching me react to the latest set of changes.
As I nod, she simply points me towards the door to the next room.
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The Second Room: 3
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The door to the room she is indicating, is open. I quietly walk into the room, though it is initially a challenge; managing to walk on my new hooves, she just put so much effort into giving me.
The small room is empty.
The walls are a light grey, glistering as if polished. As I step onto the floor; I notice it is coated with a thick, clear layer of rubber over the dark grey stone tiles. There is an eager, distinct squeak with each of my steps as I am entering the small room.
Even after my entry; the room is still surprisingly quiet, as if the sounds had been suppressed strictly.
“Turn around!” she instructs me, as I am reaching the middle of the room.
I comply; and she is leading me to the wall I had just been facing, before she had me turn around.
“Pristine, pure and luminously white; just like an Angel, exactly the way you always desired to be!” she points out; pronouncing the promise, almost as if it had been a mere after though.
I just nod, confirming her words. Maybe I had actually been wishing for that purity.
“Here, hold on to this for me; and get a feel for it, while you are at it!” she coos seductively.
As she produces the crystal clear, squishy and highly slippery plug, I am accepting it, holding it in my bare hands. I notice how the head had been coated in a glistering black and lubrication glued to the entire length of the plug, in my hands; while the base of the plug is the same Silicon white, as my plump rump is.
As I hold the plug, I feel the rubber growing warm, while squirming in my hands.
“Caress it; and feel free to squeeze it, gently!” she coos.
I just nod, and feel the rubber slowly grow warm in my hands; as I follow her suggestions, feeling it almost as if it was coming to life.
“When the temperature is just right, lick the tip!” she coos, hinting towards what I had been considering.
“She wants me to familiarize myself with the plug, so that I know what it is; before it is inserted, into my rear!” I ponder.
Of course, that is the exact intent; of letting me feel it, as I am warming it up. The plug is clean, but slippery and wet. Thus plug has never been used before, by me or anyone else.
“I guess now is the time, it is warm!” I ponder, as I am lifting up the plug to my face.
Without an instant of hesitation, I part my lips; extend my tongue and lick the tip of the plug. Just the very tip of the plug, not the head.
“Squishy; wet and very slippery!” I realize; “Is this how a lubrication tastes and feels?” I ponder.
“You are ready, excellent! Please; I need to help you, inserting the plug, now!” she coos.
I extend the plug and she is accepting it. With that, she walks around me, facing my back.
For a moment, she is just standing there, as if she was ogling me; before she is moving towards me, lowering the plug down towards my rump.
Since the plug is warm, I only feel the wet sensation of the contact. She is not idly poking: but expertly encircling the rim of the anal tube, inserted into my rear orifice.
“Ooh!” I mouth; “Here it comes, here it comes; exciting!” I ponder, as I feel the tip entering me.
After a moment, I feel the tip, gently entering; pressing my flesh aside, as it is slowly pushing in. With the lubrication in place, there is no friction; but only a squishy sensation, and the sense of slowly being filled up.
Once the tip enters, I find myself instinctively contract around the plug; a newly found reflect, over-riding my control of the anal muscles, directly upon contact.
“How large is this plug? I did see, and feel it just a moment ago; but it still feels, as if it is entirely new to me!” I ponder; while the plug slowly slides into me, inch by inch.
This is the first time I actually have a plug inserted into my anal cavity. Of course, I have no experience; with how the sensations equate to what is happening, right now. Could I ask her to stop, if I changed my mind? Would she stop, and is it possible to pull it out before the process had been concluded?
“This is an entirely new meaning, to the expression; Plug and Play!” I realize, while she is still in the process of inserting the plug.
After a minute, I feel a very distinct pinch; as the plug plops, as it is filling me up to the brim. The pinch, is when the plug is riveting itself. Since the base of the plug is the same white, as my rump; exactly there is no way of finding the plug, if you do not know where it is embedded within me.
Once the plug is inside, the sensations are slowly ebbing out, and I barely notice it in another minute. Though I still do have the impression of being full, without knowing how or why
“Let me give you a hand, please!” she coos; as she grabs my right ankle and guides it to the crack between the orbs of my rump, before she is letting go.
“Oh, oh!” I realize, finding the smooth silicon white rubber smooth and seamless.
“Spread your legs open; place your hooves with about two feet between and point your hooves out!” she coos; guiding me, as I comply.
“Gently, lean forwards; slightly, please!” she continues.
While I follow her lead, she is producing the plug intended for my belly button; placing the tip onto the entrance, created by applying the tube and lubricating it.
“Ooh!” I mouth, as I feel the tip of the plug making contact.
I feel myself contracting around the clear rubber tube; just as it touches my skin, and her slowly slipping the plug all the way inside.
There is a highly distinct pinch, just as the plug plops. Once the plug riveted itself, the skin on my belly is perfectly smooth, leaving no hint as to where the belly button and plug is.
“Why did that feel, exactly like when she inserted the anal plug; just a moment earlier?” I ponder.
My pose, and posture is changing to adjust to my Anthropomorphic form; while the suit is fusing into a single garment, and to my skin in the process.
Now she is producing the vaginal plug, holding it in her right hand. I realize, that she is holding it in her cupped hand; stretching in between my parted legs, lifting it up towards my mound. A moment later, the tip of the slippery plug is touching the center of my orchid, between the now stiff and plump petals. She is pushing it in, spreading me wide open. I feel the plug slip in and fill me up, while I contract around it, in response.
There is a distinct pinch as the plug plops and she is letting go of it. The cup over my mound is reassuming its original shape, making my mound droop, to follow the plug, as it is filling up the cup perfectly.
I look down; only to see the Silicon white rubber glister, over where my mound is hidden.
“Is it wet lubrication, coating the rubber; or, is the rubber this glossy all by itself?” I ponder.
“Touch yourself!” she is cooing; indicating the bright cerise petals, on the top of the mound.
“Like this?” I mouth; as I place the tip of my extended right index finger, on the petals of the orchid.
“That looks, almost as if it had been my orchid!” I realize.
Just that the petals of my orchid is not quite this bright cerise.
“Slippery, wet nectar over the petals; I am excited, this is so hot!” I realize, as I feel the slippery juices over the stiff, coarse rubber petals in place of my own.
“Caress the petals, explore yourself!” she coos.
As I follow her suggestion; I feel the buzzing buildup, of the electro stimulation building up. As I continue, I soon is rewarded with the first actual shock; rocketing me towards the peak.
A minute later, I experience the first orgasm. A minute later, I have another one, and another one; harder and harder, faster and faster. The sensation grows intense and distinct.
After about one hour, from the first shock; I have peaked, pushed firmly up against the wall. Just that I am utterly incapable of climax, for as long as the anal plug is riveted inside me. There is no escaping it, but I do not want it to stop.
By Now, I am breathing hard and fast, panting; just as I feel and hear my heart, pounding, harder and faster than I had dared to imagine possible.
While she had been with me, throughout the entire initiation; I had failed to notice, when she slipped out of the room and left me to my own devices.
I had been standing on my hooves from the beginning, but somewhere along the line; I had gone down on all fours, enjoying the comfort of the quadruped stance. I no longer need to fear or worry about losing the balance; as I am immersed in the blissful orgasmic state. Both the excitement, and the effort of maintaining a steady stream or orgasms are taking a heavy toll on me, just as it would on any other exploring this journey.
My body is slowly warming up to the image of what I am, in the heat of the onslaught of orgasms; just as I am slowly adjusting my self-image, in the growing heat of my orgasmic body. Hour by hour, I am floating away, from who and what I had been born to. While I may still do remember the human body and the girl I had once been; I am now recognizing myself, as the Anthropomorphic self I am right now.
The time is slipping me by, like drops of water in a stream in the river. I can’t stop the flow, more than I could change the time
Time is slowly losing its meaning; but if that is an hour, two or three hours?
She comes back, on the appointed time. Twenty three hours have passed, since she had left me alone, to enjoy the moment. I had indeed enjoyed that moment.
While I am not aware of it, she is slowly extracting the plug in my belly button. The plug slowly looses its grip on me, and the effects are re3versing slowly; even if the effects it has had on me is still there. What it had done to and with me, could never be undone. The suit is no longer fused to my skin, but the suit is still a single garment.
I am still the very same Anthropomorphic Pony I had been for the last hours. That part is still lingering.
She is standing quietly in the room; watching and waiting. She extracts the cup from my mound and the plugs that came with it. The stimulation is ebbing, but the fact that I am still incapable of climax is refusing to let go of me.
She is watching me, waiting. She is extracting the plug from my rump. I feel the distinct sensation of the rubber stretching until it can no longer maintain its grip on me. There is a wet, sucking plop as the plug finally does let go of me and falls out.
I am cooling down, as the orgasms stumble and comes to a stop. I am exhausted, still panting heavily with a pounding heart in my chest.
“Stand up, please!” she coos.
“I am standing up!” I ponder; ”Am I not?” I then ponder.
“lift your hands from the floor!” she continues, I comply.
“Ooh!” I mouth, in the sudden shock of realization.
Once I have finally cooled down, I have been forever changed; there is no turning back, but I could change again in the same manner.
“Are you wet, care to confirm?” she coos.
I lift up my right hand, extending the index finger; placing it onto the orchid, before I am caressing the petals. I am indeed wet, as the juicy nectar remains. I feel the stiff rubber, coarse under the slippery, wet nectar lubricating me insistently.
“Ooh!” I mouth; “Yeah, I certainly am!” I ponder, as I realize what she had been driving at.
While I had been distracted, a gurney had been placed in the room where I had inserted myself into this suit, turning me into the Pony I am now. An Anthropomorphic Pony, mind you.
“Since you have had such an exciting, and exhausting day; I have taken the liberty, to prepare a bed for you!” she points out, as she is leading me out of the room.
“It certainly has, and thanks!” I mouth, nodding.
The bed, or gurney; is just two feet wide, but this should be quite enough for me. This does not look like much, but once I have found my place; there is no point in worrying about my safety, she had taken the liberty of securing that for me.
“May I, please?” I mouth.
“Oh, but where are my manners; by all means, please do mount the bed right away!” she merely coos.
Once I had her approval, I mount the bed and lie down on my back. I close my legs, and leave my arms hanging close to my body.
“I trust you are comfortable!” she coos, and I just nod.
She applies the inch thick rubber quilt over me; from the foot end of the bed and all the way up over my throat.
“All tucked in!” she declares, cooing joyously at me.
As the quilt is covering my body, I am incapable to move; as the quilt is holding me in the exact position, as I am lying now. Once the quilt is in place, I will lie still.
She takes a step further, kissing me on the tip of my muzzle.
I feel a blush coming on, but of course it is mainly all in my head. You nearly never see a blush, such as it is depicted in the comics.
I close my eyes, and she is walking out of the room. A moment later, I am fast asleep; almost unconscious, already.
There are no dreams, for hours; but I am not in a hurry, she is clearly content in waiting for me.
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The Unpredicted Dream: 4
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As I wake up, I am lying in my bed; the bed she had made for me the other day, that is. The quilt had apparently been removed, just before I woke up. At least, it is no longer restricting me, when I wake up.
This is indeed the very same bed, I had been sleeping in, all night. Just that the quilt is no longer restricting me now.
I sit up and yawn, but the sound comes out as a neigh. Maybe I should not have been surprised, I am after all half horse. I have the equine muzzle, and ears; making a fairly equine face, explaining the situation to me.
I sit up, slide my legs to the right and find my hooves sliding off of the bed.
“Oh!” I neigh.
The room is empty, aside from the bed. The door out, is on the foot end of the bed, and a mirror on the head end. One door to the wardrobe, and another to the room in which I had been the day before. At least, I still believe it is the other day.
My body is Silicon white.
As I lift up my right hand; I notice I have the same nails I had the day before, the same suction cups and the sensitive touch pads.
I extend the index finger, as I pull the hand towards my face; parting my lips and my tongue comes out, as I am licking the cerise touch pad. I shiver from the sensations, too intense for me to adjust to. This is new, and I am not yet accustomed to the sensations.
While my muzzle is not more than Pi inches long, I still have no problem with licking the tip of my finger. It is, as if I had been born like this; nothing is off, or feels different in any way.
As I slip down from the bed, I have a squishy sensation from under my hooves, accompanies by a crisp, distinct squeak from my hooves as I touch ground. While the sound is just on impact, the sensation ebbs out, in a moment or two.
I stand up, on my very own, hind hooves as intended; maintaining my balance, just as easily as if I had just slipped out of my own bed at home any day of the week.
At this point; only vague memories of my former life remains, reminding me of who and what I had been before. A Human, with light tan skin; in place of the now Silicon white smooth rubber. I used to have red lips and a fairly small nose; where I now have an equine muzzle.
“Clop, clop; clop, clop!” I hear, as I take a few steps away from the bed.
I still do feel a hint of that squishy sensitivity to my every step, and there is a lingering squeak to the sound of my steps as I am walking. Had my memory of my former life been crisp and clear, I would have found this amusing and curious, or been spooked out by it. Or both, all depending on who I had been, as a Human. I am not sure. Now it is just normal, the way things are. Just like breathing and drawing air. You don’t bother reflecting upon that. Not unless you are a Philosopher, or a Biologist; neither of which, I should have been for all I know.
“Am I considered a mare, or a woman?” I ponder, not knowing how to translate my current self into the language I have experience with.
Changing the body does not automatically change your vocabulary, or your experience of what things are.
“You are awake? Fabulous!” comes a voice from inside the inner room.
“Yes, thank you for asking!” I neigh.
The door slips up and she is looking at me, adoring my visage.
“Right this way, time for your hooficure!” she points out.
“My hooficure? Great!” I neigh, in excitement.
As I follow her back into the inner room, I can clearly see the chair.
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable; so that I can help you!” she coos.
The same voice as I recognize from the previous day, assuming it is just one day later. Her soft, effeminate voice is exciting me. Her cooing is making me relax. It is so intimate and cozy, I can not help but enjoying her company and what she is doing for me.
I walk over to the chair she had indicated; sitting down, leaning back and making myself comfortable. This is the same squishy, clear rubber cushion as my bed.
The chair is elevating, just as she is sitting down on the perch-chair facing me comfortably. A moment later, she is having both my hooves at a convenient altitude and positioned before her.
“What colour would you prefer?” she inquires.
“Red, if possible! Metallic bloody red, please!” I respond, specifying the exact hue.
“Metallic bloody red! Beautiful!” she responds.
She produces the can of hoof polish, uncapping it be3fore me. Once the cap is off and tucked away; she is picking up the brush and dips it into the red polish before my very eyes.
The brush looks like a larger version of the brush you use for nail polish.
“Is this Acetone base nail polish, but in a larger bottle?” I ponder, but do not voice the question just yet.
She is quietly placing my right hoof on the hoof support before me. I notice how she is starting at the upper rim of the hoof, in the middle and draws the brush all the way down. From there she continues, repeating the process; alternating right and left, right and left.
Once she has coated the entire front of the hoof, she is coating the hard part of the hoof, under the hoof too.
Once she is done with the first coat of the right hoof, she continues; repeating the entire process, with the left hoof. Alternating right and left, right and left. With each coat, the polish grows thicker, while also saturating the hard hoof a bit more, with each time. After seven coats, the hooves are completely saturated.
“Would you want me to polish your finger nails too?” she inquires.
“Yes, please! Clear, glossy!” I respond.
She is producing what looks like a regular size nail polish vial, containing the crystal clear lacquer. As opposed to the polish you buy in the store, this is a Sapphire laced Lacquer. Since this is a spa, she does have the advantage of the more expensive and quality product you can’t buy in the store.
I relax my arms, on the right and left armrests respectively; holding my hands on the edge and spread my fingers wide, for her benefit. She is starting from the right with the nail of my thumb. From the top, center and draws the brush down; be3fore she returns to the top and draws it down on the right and left respectively. Right and left, right and left; repeating the process, nail by nail, hand by hand.
She starts over, repeating the entire process all over again, and then again; leaving my nails with three coats, all in all. Incidentally; the lacquer saturates my nails and cure perfectly within a minute from the application. How, or why; I do not care, I do not ask. I do not feel the need to know, it just looks good on my nails.
“There, perfect!” she exclaims, just as she is finishing the manicure.
“Thank you!” I neigh, giggling at myself; as I hold up my right hand before my eyes, examining the looks.
“Raise to your hooves, please!” she coos.
As I set hoof on the floor, I still feel the same squishy sensation; but the squeaky quality has diminished considerably, compared with before she had polished my hooves just a few minutes before. Maybe I should have been expecting this, considering how much harder the hooves are now.
“Ooh!” I mouth, giggling.
“Exactly!” she merely responds, cooing at me.
“Walk around the room, so that you can develop a feel for the changes!” she coos.
I just nod, and comply; slowly walking to the wall and then follow the wall to the right. I turn, as I come to the corner, then again at each corner. I continue to walk around the room for a few minutes. This is a very small room.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.
“I think we are done here!” she coos, as she is opening the door and steps right out.
I follow her to the next room; where I can see my still sleeping form. A moment after I enter the room, my vision is growing blurry. I am waking up, and this dream is at an end.
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Examination, Confirmation, and: 5
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I have a strange image, of looking at myself. On the one end, I am looking at my sleeping body as it is waking up; on the other, it is as if I am seeing myself, just as I am walking into the room. Two images, I can’t reconcile. Two images, neither of which is possible.
The image is fading away, slowly.
As I open my eyes, the room is empty. As I blink, I see the Mistress beside me. She is, exactly where she should have been, beside the other me, in the dream. Or, is it a nightmare? I can not quite make up my mind.
The clear quilt is still covering my body, just as it had, when I fell asleep. She had never touched it, or removed it during the night. Assuming it had indeed been night.
This quilt is apparently effectively turning the bed into a vacuum bed, thus holding me perfectly immobile. I can’t call off of the bed, for which I should be eternally thankful. This is also a new experience, I have had the honour and pleasure to enjoy and explore.
“Should I ask her, to explore this for me?” I ponder, but decide against it.
“Raise and shine!” she coos.
I can clearly follow her with my gaze, as she is pulling the quilt off of my body. Inch by inch, I am liberated from its hold.
“There; now you can sit up, and climb down from your bed!” she continues.
I sit up, then slide my legs to the right and find my hooves sliding down from the bed. My bed. At least, it has been; for as long as I have been here, and for the remainder of my stay.
I lift up my right hand to my face, only to notice that it is just Silicon white. The entire suit, and with it my entire body is Silicon white; just as it had been as I had slipped into it, and now it still is. For just a moment, I am surprised; blinking, expecting the changes from my dream to take hold and stay with me.
“Of course, this is a suit; it is not my body, and that experience was just a dream. My dream!” I ponder.
“Good morning!” she coos; “You can climb out of the bed, now!” she then continues.
“Good morning!” I respond; momentarily taken aback, surprised to hear my old voice in place of the equine neigh.
“Oh, yes! But of course!” I continue, as I am slipping down to the floor.
I find myself standing on my hooves, on the floor; just as I had been expecting. There is a distinct squeaking noise, as my hooves are hitting the floor.
“Oh, at least that part is actually real!” I ponder, with a deep sigh of relief.
How much of the dream is figments of my imagination, and how much will be proven true? For now, I have no way of knowing. I will simply have to wait, and see.
I did not come here, with a script cut in stone; I am expecting an adventure, exploring the possibilities before me. Life is an adventure, do not sell yourself short.
“One small detail, before breakfast!” she points out.
“Yes, what is it?” I inquire.
“If you follow me, please; right this way, and I will let you explore this for yourself!” she points out, promising me an adventure.
She walks over to the door, as I am following her; the door slides up for her, and I am following her inside. Once inside, the door is sliding shut, just behind my back.
“Have a seat, please!” she coos, indicating the perch chair before me. Solid, crystal clear rubber; adorned, by the large anal plug, intended to fill me up.
I follow her instructions, sitting down. I feel the plug eagerly slipping into my anal cavity, just as intended. I feel a pinch, as the plug plops and riveting itself in me and holding me firmly in place.
“Ooh!” I exclaim, in surprise and excitement over the elicited sensation.
“Place your hands, on the edge of the seat; feel it, and push down, please!” she coos.
“Oh, oh; ooh!” I exclaim, as I feel the slight hint towards squishiness.
The clear rubber does encompass my entire rump, supporting my weight comfortably. Just that I can’t just push myself up, with the plug embedded deep inside my anal cavity.
“The plug is filling me up to the brim, just as it is riveting me firmly to the seat!” I realize, with a sharp gulp.
“Just as before, you will be utterly incapable of climax; for as long as this plug is inside you!” she confirms, in seductive tones.
“Incapable? You mean, I can’t climax; while I am sitting here, with this plug inside me?” I inquire, curiosity peaked.
“Exactly! Isn’t it glorious?” she coos.
“Now, if you would be so kind as to stretch your legs and place your hooves on these hoof pads, please!” she coos.
“Why can’t I resist her, when she is cooing like this?” I ponder; while I am placing my hooves, exactly where she had just indicated.
“Comfortable?” she inquires.
“Yes, that is actually quite comfortable!” I respond, truthfully.
“Allow me!” she inquire; as she is producing a can of clear gel, intended to seal an equine hoof onto a rubber surface.
I just nod, as I read the text on the front of the can.
“Yes, please; by all means, do it!” I breath, hotly in excitement.
“Lean back, relax!” she coos.
As I follow her instruction; I feel the back support behind my shoulders, neck and head. Solid, clear rubber; just squishy enough, to adjust to my form comfortably.
“This feels, like the seat of a racing car!” I put forth; “Or the cock-pit of a fighter jet!” I ponder.
“I want you, to feel in control here; so that you can take these experiences with you, to where you are going!” she points out.
“Oh!” I mouth; “I guess I can see your point!” I purr.
“While climax is not available, orgasms certainly are, and as many as you can, and want to endure!” she coos, even more seductively than before.
“Careful, there; I am rubber, I will melt if she is heating me up!” I ponder, giggling at the image before me.
I lick my lips, in excitement; only driving me forwards, exciting me more. She designed me, so that almost anything I do will push me on; furthering her purpose. She leaves me in control, only to make me feel more comfortable with the changes she is pushing for me.
“Hand cream?” she offers.
I accept her offer, scooping up a blob and spread it out over the palms of my hands. I feel the clear rubbery gel spreading out over my hands; lubricating and squishy gel all over my hands.
“Time to buckle up; slip this plug into your belly button, please!” she coos.
I pick up the Pi inches long, crystal clear rubber plug with my right hand. Now it is a bit more slippery than I had imagined, but I manage to hold it in a firm grip.
“You do know, exactly where that goes?” she inquires; “What its purpose is and how this will affect you?” she coos.
I nod, as I extend the index finger of my left hand; placing it on my belly button and slip the tip in. I feel the slippery surface of the suit, as the tip of my finger slips in; only to find it slip in much farther than it should be possible, while the skin stretches to accommodate.
“What if it makes my hooves stick to the floor?” I realize; lifting the right hoof an inch, with no restriction.
The clear gel along the rim of the hoof may stretch, but it is not binding the hoof. Not yet, the plug is still in my hand.
For a moment, I look at my hooves; before I am grabbing the base of the plug in both my hands and slowly move the tip down towards my belly.
“There, take your time; explore the sensations, and the effects it is having upon you!” she is cooing in excitement.
I place the tip of the plug in the belly button. I feel the clear rubber, as I am encircling the very tip.
“Now, this is the moment of truth!” I ponder.
I feel the initial reaction, to inserting the plug. Not only does the clear gel start to grow thick; the plug I sit on is slowly fusing to the tube inside my anal cavity. The entire suit is starting to fuse to my very form.
“Why does it feel, as if the suit is melting and growing warm?” I inquire.
“I would chance; that is because you are excited, over the change!” she responds.
“Yes, I am!” I confess; to myself, as much as to her.
I feel the plug slowly slip in. There is little need for me to press it down. I do in fact feel as if I have to pull it back; just to make sure it is not slipping all the way in, in an instant. Which is an illusion, on my part.
I am holding on to the plug, pulling the instant out; making it take minutes that feel like hours.
“No turning back!” I mouth, as I push the plug the rest of the way in.
I caress my belly with the right hand, exploring the now completely smooth skin that is my suit. The suit has fused to me completely; and to the anal plug, as well. There is no turning back, now.
I lick my lips in excitement and anticipation.
A, b, or c cup`” she inquires, holding up the three versions of the final item.
I look at the three plugs, considering my options.
“A C-cup, seems like fun!” I respond.
She is handing me the plug. I accept the gifted item. Once I am holding it, I put the tip of the plug in between the petals of my orchid. I find myself slowly contracting around the tip, as I slip it in. The last of the way, I find myself pulling it in.
There is a wet, sucking noise, as the plug plops. I feel the distinct pinch, while the plug is riveting in my orchid.
Once the plug is inside, and I am letting go; I feel the cup pulling back, in order to reassume its original, designed shape. That is the C-cup, she mentioned. The mound is drooping considerably; hanging down, just a bit more than it used to do.
“Go for it, caress the petals of your orchid; then you will be on your way, experiencing what you have been looking forwards to!” she points out.
I see the petals she indicated, caressing them with the tips of my extended fingers of my right hand.
“Ooohh!” I mouth, as I feel my fingers caressing the petals of my orchid.
It is, as if I had felt the petals under my fingers, and the tips of my fingers had actually been caressing the petals of my orchid. In a sense, this is true; even if it is the rubber of my suit in the way.
I am already wet, soaking wet. I feel the now familiar sensation of the stimulation. It is growing and strengthening, as I am caressing myself. These sensations are strong, and intense; more so, than I could recall from the first time. I had chosen the C-cup, maybe this is giving me more, or it is I who have adjusted to how it feels? Either way, I am certainly enjoying this. I am enjoying myself, Royally.
Could I pull out the vaginal plug now? The thought never even touched my mind. Maybe I could have, but I am enjoying this far too much.
Within a few minutes, I have the first orgasm, just stronger and more intense than it had been the first time.
I am panting, breathing hard and fast; just as my heart is pounding, hard and fast. The excitement does have this effect upon me.
Each consecutive orgasm, harder and faster. I am skyrocketed towards the heavens. There is no denying, or stopping it. With the suit on, I am enjoying the sensations; without any reservations or blocks holding me back.
In an hour, I peak, pushing firmly up against the wall.
I place my cupped hands on my chest, holding on to my breasts. Maybe I had nothing else to hold on to? I momentarily caress my nipples, for as long as I manage to focus enough, to manage even this simple a task.
My eyes are closed, I see nothing; as I am floating in the space of my orgasms.
She is spreading my legs, pulling my hooves in to the right and left of my hips. I am not consciously aware of it, but it happens.
In the heat of the excitement, I feel as if I am melting. I end up, as a fluid cloud of rubber, floating in the middle of the room. Maybe I had heated, just a bit more than she had intended or anticipated?
She had left the room, leaving me to my own devices. I am just lying, where she left me; in the pose she gave me.
Hours are passing by, unnoticed.
When she is finally returning, I lie, where she left me, in the very same pose; as if no time had passed, nothing had happened.
She manages to extract the vaginal plug, discontinuing the stimulation. Nothing happens. I am still peaked, as if nothing had happened.
She is extracting the plug in my belly button, making the suit separate from my body. The plug is no longer fused to me. She is lifting me up, pulling me away from the anal plug on which I had been sitting.
While I am staying peaked, the tension is slowly lessening and I finally do experience the climax long overdue. I should have been released within twenty four hours. Now it is twenty five hours.
She carries me back to my bed; before she is placing the quilt over my body, thus restricting my exhausted body.
I open my eyes, then neigh in a sleepy voice.
“Oh!” I mouth, then close my eyes.
A moment later, I am fast asleep.
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Confirmation, and Deja Vu: 6
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I have a distinct se4nce of someone watching me, and that it has happened before. Deja vu. I open my eyes, and for a moment, I see myself looking at me, as I am entering the room.
The image is blurring, and I am alone in the room. Then I see her looking at me, just as she had the other day.
She walks up to me, then pulls the quilt off of my body.
“Good morning!” she coos; “I trust you have slept well!” she continues.
“Good morning!” I respond; “Yes, as a matter of fact; I have, even if I had a very strange sensation, just now!” I continue.
Without a thought, I sit up in the bed; slide my hooves to the right and slip out of bed. I stand on my own two hooves on the floor the next moment. There is a distinct squeak, as my hooves hit the floor; just not quite as loud, as it had been the other day.
“I see, you have recovered well; from your exciting and exhausting experience, the other day!” she coos.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.
“Exciting, and exhausting; indeed!” I respond.
“Though I can’t exactly claim, I am regretting anything!” I continue.
“Good, regret is such a waste of time and effort!” she points out.
”Walk to the wall, then place your hands on the smooth surface! Press the palms of your hands firmly onto the wall, please!” she coos, and I comply.
She follows me to the wall, like a shadow. I feel the fingers of her right hand at the nape of my neck, just before she is pulling down a zipper with a swift motion.
The back of the suit is ripping with a strange sound of squeaky rubber, as the suit is splitting up. With a flicker of her hand, the suit starts sliding down my back. Inch by inch, the original white suit is sliding down my back and revealing the body hidden away underneath.
What is revealed, is the Silicon white skin, looking and feeling like smooth rubber. There is a critical distinction between the suit she is taking off of me, and the skin revealed by her action of doing so; in the manner my body is actively supporting and maintaining the skin she is revealing.
The first I notice, just after the heightened sensitivity of my skin, is the size and hue of my nipples. Should I have been shocked, or surprised, but learning my nipples are the size the suit had implied up until a mere moment before? If not for the dream I had last night, maybe I should have been? Now, that is a very different matter. Relief, the prominent feeling and sensation coming to mind.
Lift your hands from the wall!” she coos.
As I pull at my hands, the suction produced by the suction cups of the palms of my hands; prevent me from following through, my hands insist on staying stuck onto the wall.
I start making a tentative tug, then another and another; the result is the same, my hands stay firmly in place. I pull harder, only to find the suction staying adamant and holding my hands in place.
“Oh, oh!” I exclaim, as I realize that I am failing, and capitally so.
“Oooh!” I ponder; as I realize this is making me wet, and wild.
“Don’t tell me, you are getting wet!” she coos, just as she had pulled the zipper all the way down.
I just nod, as my mouth is flooded with the thickening wetness.
“Let me confirm!” she counters, slipping her right had down, the index finger extended.
I just nod, and feel her finger slowly sliding over the wet petals of my orchid.
“Here, let me give you a hand!” she continues; lifting her hands up and inserting the index finger under the palms of my right and left hand, respectively.
As I feel the finger slip in under the palm of my hand, the suction evaporates, leaving my hands to fall down to the sides of my body.
“There!” she exclaims.
Once my hands are free, she guides my suit; slipping off of my body, sliding down to the floor.
“You will have to be careful, not to get yourself stuck; if you are placing your hands on a smooth surface, like this one!” she coos.
“Yes, I certainly do!” I realize.
Not only has my mound assumed the shape the plug had maintained it in; for all these hours, while I had been sitting in the orgasmic state; my hands are just the way the suit had suggested.
"Lift your hooves, right and left; while I am pulling the suit free, please!” she coos.
I comply; only to see the hooves now the same metallic, bloody red as I had been dreaming of, the first night.
"Ooh!” I realize.
“Excellent, excellent!” she merely exclaims, reacting to my initial reaction.
“Exactly!” I ponder.
“I guess I could get used to this!” I realize.
“Beautiful!” she commends, as I am exploring the changes I have been subjected to.
Could I turn back, to who I were? While I could adjust myself; to something, approximately what I had been. I would look like the average girl on the street, just as I had before I came here.
“One small detail, before breakfast!” she points out.
She is producing a bridle, putting it onto my head. I feel the black rubber sliding along the side of my face, before it is finally encompassing my muzzle. This bridle does not hold a bit, or any such restrictive accessory to it.
“There!” she coos, as she is finally snapping the buckle in, behind my neck.
“While you wear this, and for as long as it is on; you will be compelled to follow my instructions, and if you do not wear it, you will be acting completely natural!” she points out.
“Oh!” I neigh, as the effect is sinking in.
“Of course, you will be utterly incapable of pulling it of or even consider reaching for the buckle by yourself!” she explains.
“I can instruct you, to do it; but you will still be utterly incapable of removing it, by yourself.
“Oh!” I neigh!”
“For the sake of the argument; you could as well explore the extent of the bridle, and explore how it feels to touch it!” she coos.
“Of course!” I neigh.
I nod and lift my hands to my face, tracing the smooth rubber from the muzzle and all the way back to the neck. I can clearly feel the smooth rubber, and where it is distinctly separate from my Silicon white skin. I just can’t see the glistering black colour of the material on my face.
“By all means, please examine yourself; just step over to the mirror, for a good look!” she points out, cooing in excitement.
She is following me, like a shadow; as I walk over to the mirror, stopping to make a more in-depth examination. I can clearly see the black rubber on my skin, just as I can feel the rubber hugging my face tightly.
I once more trace the bridle with the tips of my fingers; as I explore the outlines of the bridle on my face.
If not for the conditioning; I could have slipped my fingers in, under the bridle; in order to confirm that it is in fact just hugging my skin tightly enough not to be uncomfortable to wear.
“If you are dun, examining your face, we can walk over to permit you to enjoy your breakfast!” she points out.
“Yes, of course!” I neigh, nodding affirmation.
Strangely enough, I do not feel submissive; I just follow the command, as if it had been my wish in the first place.
“Right this way, please!” she points out, walking towards the door.
“I will remove the bridle, in order to make your breakfast more enjoyable!” she explains.
“Thank you!” I respond, as I follow her.
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Breakfast, and Release: 7
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I see her extending her right hand, placing the palm of the hand on the smooth, black plaque beside the door; the door slides up, as she is spreading her fingers wide.
She pulls her hand back, before she is walking into the small room. I follow her into the kitchen, without a single thought. I feel the draft of rushing air, as I hear the noise of the door sliding shut behind me.
I am stepping onto the hard Oaken floor, while the walls are laid with pink Cherry wood; both coated with clear Rubber.
In the right corner by the room, there is a Beech wood table with matching chairs, the entire set coated with matching rubber.
On the opposite corner, there is a kitchen sink in stainless Steel, the stove and the fridge and freezer containing all the food.
She opens a door, extracts two bowls and then pulls out the forks and knives; placing them onto the table, before us.
“Have a seat, please!” she coos, in her usual voice; before she is pulling out the bowl of salad, placing it onto the table.
“Thank you!” I respond, while she is making the table.
“You are quite welcome, dear!” she responds.
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