”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
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.
The First Room: 1 Preparations
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 glistering, metallic bloody red full-body suit; that covers me entirely, from the neck down.
At first glance, the suit does resemble a beheaded rubber doll in my image; on second thought it is having distinct differences I am forever thankful for. Maybe, just maybe; because I did not particularly care for the image, of a beheaded version of myself.
“A bit tight and severe, maybe?” I ponder, but does by no means give voice to the concerns.
While the suit does feel hard and stiff to the touch on the outside; it is soft and elastic on the inside. I slip my right foot in and slide it all the way down; feeling my toes reach the very end. Inside is wet, slippery and eagerly accepting.
“Curious, and slightly disturbing!” I ponder, as I slide into the suit.
Once I had managed to slip my right foot in, I set it down firmly; before I slip in my left foot, repeating the process with a grin on my face.
With both my feet firmly down on the floor, I slowly pull the suit up to my waist; with intermittent, tentative tugs; in order to make the suit slide up smoothly, while eagerly and excitedly swallowing me in the process. The tight embrace and its sensations slide up my body, while I continue to pull the suit upwards.
Just as the suit is sliding up over my waist, I slip my right and left hand in and effortlessly raise my hands up towards the ceiling; causing the suit to swallow my arms and body with the same eager enthusiasm. I feel the tight rubber slide over my shoulders in its effort to cover as much of my body as the material in its design could permit.
“Quite fitting, quite fitting, indeed!” she coos, in response to the changes in my appearance.
The suit is showing a jewel-neckline, affectionately covering my breasts with maximal cleavage. Curious, indeed; but comforting and fitting indeed.
Of course, there is a giddy excitement; spreading up my body, in the process of slipping the suit on.
“You enjoy the suit, I take it!” she coos, and I nod vigorously, in approval.
As I nod, she simply points me towards the door to the next room.
The Second Room:
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.
Slip into these stockings!” she coos; producing a pair of full-length, crystal clear stockings.
I accept the offered garments and step into the stockings right and left. In the process, I notice just how right and delicately pronounced details come into play as I slip them on. The stockings are tight, but also slightly stiff and restrictive.
“Slip on these gloves!” she coos, producing a pair of matching gloves.
I accept, and slip the garments on.
“Excellent, excellent; just excellent!” she coos, as she is standing behind me; while I am facing the inner wall, before me.
“This is not so bad!” I ponder.
“On your knees, please!” she coos; as she is grabbing my waist in a comfortable, secure grip.
“Oh, Okay!” I ponder, as I move towards following the command.
I notice that she is holding me in a firm grip, supporting my action; leading me into the intended pose, she is expecting out of me. In a moment, I find myself on my knees; down, on the floor.
“Surprisingly comfortable!” I realize, just as she is letting go of my waist.
“Now, if you would just open your legs, please!” she is cooing.
“Of course, Lotus!” I ponder, as I comply.
“I hope, you do not mind!” she coos, as she is pressing the souls of my feet together.
Just as she is pressing my feet together; I imagine I am hearing the faintest of hints of a squeak, or two. A moment later; I feel nimble hands spreading clear gel over my feet and she is letting go. The assistants continue to spread the gel, all the way up to my knees.
“Beautiful!” Lotus coos, in obvious delight.
I can clearly feel the distinct sensation of pressure spreading out over my sin; from the tips of my toes, and all the way up to my knees where the gel ends.
“Comfortable, my dear?” she inquires, cooing characteristically.
I just nod.
“One small detail, if you do not mind?” she coos.
Of course she does know that I will not mind; this is after all what I had been asking for, what we had agreed upon before I entered the room. With her guidance, I am grasping my elbows, behind my back. The assistants apply the gel over my arms. Starting from the spot between my hands and elbows, and all the way up to my shoulders. Just as with my legs, I feel the pressure of the gel contracting around my arms. The sensation is symmetrical, starting from the center, where they had started; moving outwards, all the way up to my shoulders.
She moves up before me, holding a clear anal plug in her right hand. She is doing this, for my benefit. She wants me to see the plug, just before the plug is to be inserted.
I see the Pi inch wide plug, made out of crystal clear, highly elastic rubber. I ogle the item before my eyes; examining it, familiarizing me with the form of its contour.
Lotus walks around me, taking that one final step up to stand directly behind my back. Her assistants are standing to the right and left, watching; just out of reach, as she places the tip of the plug between the orbs of my rump. I feel the squishy rubber pressing in firmly, before I find myself giving in and the plug starts to slip inside.
The girls watch her, during the entire event, as the plug slip in. I can do nothing, say nothing; just as they do nothing, but watch in wonder as the plug finally do plop. I feel a distinct pinch, as the plug plops; before the slippery item starts to take effect.
“This plug can not slip out by mistake, and you can not extract it by yourself; even if your hands and feet had not been restricted. I take pleasure and revel in the security in her words and the truth behind what she is telling me.
“Good, because I would hate for it to slip out!” I realize; “This does feel pretty good!” I ponder.
I feel the plug filling me up to the brim. Just as the plug renders me utterly and permanently incapable of climax, for the duration of it being inside me. It is also pushing every reservation out of the way; thus warming me up to the situation, in a manner that makes me able to enjoy the situation without any reservation.
The assistants apply another layer of gel, only type two this time. They repeat the process and leaves me along for a full three minutes; before they start all over, but with type three, this time. Each layer of gel contracts and tightens up further, strengthening its grip around my arms and legs.
While I had been prepared, my sister had been prepared for her part. Just that her hands are not tied up on her back, but prepared for another purpose.
There is a squeak, as she is pushed into the room. I feel her, as she is pushed up, behind my back.
She is spreading her hand, flexing her fingers in preparation for her part. I feel the glee, from her; as she is anticipating, what she is about to do.
I can see her cupped hands before me, as she is reaching before me with her hand to the right and left of me. She is spreading her fingers, anticipating what is about to come next.
“Okay; grope her breasts, please!” Lotus coos.
The next moment, my sister complies. I feel her hands on my breasts, as she is holding on to me in a delicate and warm grip.
Just as her fingers squeeze, I find myself growing wet. Not just the orchid, but in my mouth as well. Truth to be told, I could swear my anal cavity is growing wet, as well. As I am excited, I am wet. Soaking wet, slippery.
She is groping my breasts, for a few minutes, holding on to my breasts. For as long as she is holding on, her hands can’t slip off; almost as if her hands had fused to me. I find this surprisingly exciting.
Lotus is pushing her forwards, distracting her for an instant, causing her to loose the control and she can not let go.
“Lift your hands, off of your sister’s breasts, please!” Lotus is cooing seductively.
My sister tries to comply, but in the process only stretches my breasts. She renews the attempt, time and time again; only to stretch my breasts, each and every time.
She had had a plug inserted, just as I had, causing her to be excited, enjoying this more than she had been anticipating.
I imagine her wet, the juices growing thick. If she had not been muted by a tube in her mouth, she would have been giggled in excitement now.
However, I do not have to imagine; how or why she is feeling the way she feels, in the grip of her hands on my breasts. She certainly is enthusiastic enough, bout what she is doing to me.
“Time for the party!” Lotus exclaims, just an instant before I feel the buzz warming up.
While there is little to no vibration, but I do distinctly feel the buzz hit home, through an electric chock to the center of my orchid. Had I not been mute, I would have screamed.
There it is again, and again and again. One electro shock after another. I am riding the lightning, on my way to the sky. One orgasm after another; once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. The intencity growing with the excitement slipping in with each and every electro shock hitting home. Of course, my sister is experiencing these too.
With this plug inside, there is no climax; but it will take me an hour to peak. After that, I am on the top of the world. Breathing hard, and heart pounding.
“I love your hands, on my breasts; remember to do this again, some time!” I ponder.
“Since you don’t mind me groping your breasts, I think I should do this again!” she ponders, in reaction to how I react upon her act.
In the bliss; moment by moment, blurring into a jumbled mist of excited orgasms rocking my world to the core. In the moment; I do not even notice how I am kept like this, for a full twenty four hours. My sister behind me, of course. Neither do I notice, how she and I have our plugs extracted. I do not notice it, when she is letting go of my breasts, as she is no longer groping me.
There is a climax and I fall down, into a pit of unconscious darkness.
The Second Day:
I regain consciousness, some countless hours later. As I wake up, I find myself lying prone on the gurney; with the clear rubber quilt covering my entire body, thus holding me firmly in place. I have my arms by my sides, the palms down. My legs lie side by side, as if I had never experienced, what I know happened the day before. Assuming it was actually the other day; when it could just as easily have been more than a day, since I was permitted to have my climax.
Lotus is entering the room, looking at me with joy and pride.
“You are finally awake! That was quite the ride, wasn’t it?” she coos, winking at me.
I barely manage to nod. In my exhausted state; restrained, to the cushion as I am.
“Time for a new day; if you let me give you a hand, or two!” she coos.
The next moment, she is pulling the quilt off of me. While I am still exhausted, from the last day’s bout; I could use a bit, and stretch my legs.
“Take your time, I can wait!” she continues.
“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond.
She had removed my restraints and thus given me the ability move, once more. The quilts had kept me in place, while I had been unconscious; protecting me, from falling down, and thus harm myself. I guess I should be grateful, for the concerns on her part.
I manage to sit up, on the gurney. Once I had caught my breath and regained enough strength and confidence, I slide down and stand on my own two feet.
I walk up to the mirror before me; that previously had been on my right side, as I was unconscious and sleep.
“Oh!” I just mouth, looking at the reflection of my still suited up body.
The mirror sides aside to the right, revealing a door to a previously unseen room and I step right in.
The floor in the room is laid with black tiles, and the walls had apparently been laid with identical black tiles. The floor is smooth and the room is quiet.
I walk up to the mirror before me, examining the visage before me.
“Oh!” I exclaim; “I could grow used to this!” I ponder.
There is a slight hiss, as the mirror slides back into place behind me; just after my sister had stepped into the small room. She is ogling me, in apparent fascination. I just fail to notice her entrance, since she does not make a sound as she is entering the room.
I find myself blushing, as I find myself enjoying my sister grouping my breasts with her outstretched, cupped hands.
“Blurb, blurb, blurb!” I exclaim, in obvious excitement, as I am finding my mouth growing wet.
I had reacted instinctively upon her act of stimulation, making me wet and causing the wetness to slowly grow thicker and thicker. Once I had been stimulated in this manner, I am effectively muted by the thickening wetness on my mouth. Not to say, that I am not wet elsewhere. My orchid is coated with thickening nectar inside and out.
My sister is teasing me, and my breasts fr about a minute or so. Just for the sheer joy of it, while she is exploring her own excitement.
“You really do love this, just as much as I do!” she coos in my ear, just as she is holding on to my breasts and tentatively pulls back in a tentative and teasing manner.
I could not deny it, so I just make due with nodding confirmation. There is no point in lying, or deception, at this point. Lying about it now, could only be to take something away from the joy and pleasure.
I feel her letting go of my breasts, but only in order to produce a large plug. I can clearly see the clear plug before my eyes; before she is placing it between the orbs of my rump, then promptly pushing it into my anal cavity with the deliberate slowness in order for her to enjoy the scene, as I am experiencing the inevitable.
I feel the rubber slide inside, slowly; to the point where it plops, with a very distinct pinch.
“Oh!” I ponder, as my mouth is forming a large oh!
“There, now you are mind!” she exclaims, with the deliberate joy in her voice.
Her hands are still clear of my breasts; for the moment it takes her to plug herself up. She places her cupped hands on my breasts; grabbing me and grouping me with deliberate pleasure. I feel her squeezing my breasts, as she is giving me tentative tugs. My breasts, stretching with each and every tug, driving me to the very edge of excitement. I am soaking wet, before she is finally letting go.
“Of course, there you are utterly and totally incapable of climax now; but so am I! That is the beauty of it!” she merely coos.
I lick my lips, in excitement.
“Yes, I certainly am hers!” I ponder.
“One small detail, while I am at it!” she coos, as she lifts her hands up to my hips.
The next moment, I feel her hands sliding deliberately towards my orchid. She takes the time to examine her handiwork; exploring the slippery and wet nectar coating the coarse rubbery petals with the tips of her fingers.
As one final tease, she is pinching the petals with her nails, tugging tentatively.
“Delicious!” she merely exclaims, in excitement.
The mirror slips aside and Lotus is entering the room.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.
“Time for breakfast; the both of you will need it, desperately!” she then points out, with deliberate pleasure on her voice.
