Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 11 -
Jason awoke in a slight stupor. His tongue felt thick, and his eyes were gummy
with sleep. Unknown to him, he had been made to sleep for eleven hours, while
Mr. Dodds' completed his preperations. As he stared bleary-eyed around his
room, he noticed how everything, the light from the window, the reflections
from various objects in the room, had acquired a crystalline clarity, an almost
dreamlike super-reality. For a moment, he wondered if he were still sleeping.
He noticed, too that something was stuffed in his mouth, and his head and face
felt odd when he touched them. He realized he was wearing some kind of rubber
hood with open eyes, and nose holes for breathing. He felt himself become
aroused, but the sensation seemed somehow incomplete, just a general warming in
the vicinity of his crotch.
The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an odd
sensation of numbness that enveloped his body. When he absentmindedly
scratched his crotch, something rang his alarm bells and he looked down...
...and nearly fainted with shock. I'm dreaming, he thought, I've gotta be
dreaming. For framing the view of his belly were two magnificent breasts and
the swell of womanly hips was visible below them. He stumbled, in a daze, to
the long dressing mirror. The view that greeted him there rocked him to his
core. He was a woman. From his shapely legs up past the nude mons veneris,
his gaze swept upwards, over the wide hips and surprisingly small waist, to his
amazing breasts. They had no right to be there, but denying them didn't make
them go away. And worse, his face was not his own.
He knew that heavily made-up feminine face in the mirror from somewhere.
Then he remembered. His first night with Flora and Mandy. It was the rubber
false face mask Flora had worn that first night. Combined with what must
surely have been a wig, it gave him a quite feminine and natural, if
expressionless, woman's face, with a pouting mouth and long lashes. His gaze
returned to the breasts pointing at him from the mirror. How is this possible?
he wondered. Hmm... about a 'D' cup, thought Jason to himself, and nicely
shaped, too. He fondled them a moment, feeling already stiff nipples under his
slightly numb fingers, but no sensation in the breasts. They were numb,
senseless. That's odd, he thought- Mandy says her breasts are quite sensitive.
Well... if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. I want to know what this
is really like... strange... why do I feel so seperated from my body?
This is more like a drug trip than a dream. He had no idea how close I was to
the truth. Jason would never have admitted it to anyone, even Mandy, his first
love, but he had always had transexual fantasies. The reason was not so much
that he enjoyed women's clothes, but rather that he wanted to BE a woman, at
least temporarily, to feel what a woman feels. He had always suspected that
their bodies felt much more sensual to their owners, and he was certain they
enjoyed sex more than most men. He didn't want to just get into women's pants,
he wanted their bodies. Now that he had one, he didn't quite know what to do
with it.
"Ahem," said a voice.
Jason nearly jumped out of his skin! He turned to see Mr. Dodds standing in a
shaded corner of the room, and grinning.
"Well, Flora, how are we feeling today? No, that's alright, I know you can't
answer."
Jason thought, is that it- I've really become Flora? Then I AM dreaming...
aren't I?
"No time to lose, dear," commented Mr. Dodds. "First, I want you to install
this dildo in that beautiful ass of yours." He handed Jason a large,
anatomically shaped dildo made of chrome plated steel. It was equipped with a
wide flange at the bottom, and was very heavy. It frankly terrified him.
He wanted to shout at Mr. Dodds that this was his dream, and he wasn't planning
to suffer in any way- he was going to enjoy it- but then he realized- if this
IS a dream, anything can happen, can't it? And he realized that he DID want
this. He wanted to know what it really was like for Flora when she submitted
to Mandy's most delicious torments. He began greasing up the dildo with the KY
jelly that Dodds provided, then his own tight bottom. To his relief, Dodds
turned his back for this part.
It took several slow tries before his sphincter relaxed enough to get the big
dildo in, but when it finally slid home, "Flora" grunted with pleasure into his
mask. Although it felt as if he had a telephone pole up his rear, he decided
that he liked being a woman.
He wanted to feel his new body, but as soon as his hands wandered towards his
crotch, Mr. Dodds said, "Ah-ah! none of that! We have many things to do, so
hurry and put on the things I've laid out for you." He pointed to a pile of
neatly folded items on the dresser. "I'll help you with the lacing and such,"
he added.
"Flora's" head was spinning... who am I really? How long can this last?
This is just to good to be true, he thought.
In a daze, "Flora" moved to the dresser and picked up the top item, a panty
girdle. It was a pretty, high waisted affair with short legs. It was made out
from heavy gauge rubberized spandex, colored pink, which shimmered and glowed
under the soft bedroom lights. As "Flora" was putting it on, he was dismayed
to find the dildo slipping out. He had to pause several times to push it back
up in embarrassment, much to the amusement of Mr. Dodds. "Don't worry, my
dear," soothed Dodds, "you'll find that the girdle will keep it in place."
With some effort, and some extra talcum powder, "Flora" slid the girdle on and
closed the side zipper.
As promised, the tight girdle held the dildo in, although loosely. The heavy
weight of the solid metal dildo kept it sliding out, but the first step taken
in the tight-fitting garment would send it slithering back in.
"Flora" found the effect very erotic.
The next item in the pile was a pink long-line rubber bra. He put it on,
smoothing it over his new breasts, and tucking the bottom under the top of the
girdle. It fit well, if somewhat tightly, revealing ample cleavage over the
cups.
Next was a pair of long black stockings, of polished rubber, accompanied by a
black patent-leather garter belt, with red trim. He pulled the stockings up
over the legs of the panty girdle and fastened all six of the garters.
"Flora" was now covered in pink and black rubber from her toes to her chest.
At this point, Mr. Dodds announced, "Very nice! But now you've come to the
hard part." "Flora" glanced at the dwindling pile of clothes. With some
trepidation, he picked up a heavy corset. It was quite a piece of engineering,
he had to admit. He had seen corsets before in catalogs, but this one was
different in a number of ways. It was covered in soft black leather, but it's
softness belied a much stiffer foundation. It was heavily boned with twelve
curved steel stays, double-stitched in place, their thickness barely visible
beneath the layers of canvas and leather. Instead of one, it had two curved
steel busks, with gleaming chrome plated hooks, but unlike the other corsets he
had seen, they were at the sides, not in front.
It sported sixteen inches of lacing eyelets at the front and back. The top
edge was curved to fit right up under the breasts, and its length extended well
over the hips. In all, it was a very finely crafted and formidable garment.
After carefully fitting it in place, Dodds began lacing it up. It took quite
some time, for he had to allow long breaks while "Flora's" waist and lower
ribcage adjusted to their new shape. After almost an hour, he had "Flora's"
figure tightly compressed in it's rigid embrace. "Flora" could hardly breathe,
but the stiff support clamping his torso felt strangely pleasant, a sort of
mobile bondage.
Dodds produced a tape from a pocket, and measured his waist. "Twenty-four
inches exactly! That's about twenty-two inches underneath. Very good...
Well? What are you waiting for? Keep dressing!"
"Flora" was beginning to be glad that the window had been left open during the
night, for the room was still cool and he was beginning to get warm under
the layers of rubber and leather. The next garment was an elaborate latex
maid's uniform, in black with white trim at hem and necklines, the skirt filled
by several white latex petticoats. Putting it on was a lesson in frustration.
He found himself quite unable to bend at the waist in the rigid grasp of the
corset. Although he could bend at the hips a little, the bottom of the corset
pressed into his hips and crotch. He ended up putting the dress on over his
head. Once Dodds had zipped up the back, the low-cut bodice fit quite tightly,
showing off his figure rather more than he would have liked.
A dainty rubber maid's apron was attached to it, having fake ties around the
sides, and frilly edges on the apron itself. The sleeves of the dress were
puffed at the shoulder and ended in a tight cuff just above the elbow.
To complete the outfit, Dodds handed him long white latex opera gloves, which
he tucked under the cuffs of "Flora's" dress.
"Flora" was now completely covered in rubber, without a square centimeter of
skin showing. His face appeared natural, but this was an illusion, the
cleverly colored and molded helmet clinging sweatily to his face. Only his
wide eyes were actually uncovered, and could be seen staring excitedly through
the eye-shaped holes.
Unknown to him, "Flora" was under a further layer of foam latex rubber, the
suit molded from Flora's and Jason's casts, giving him a perfect female form.
The heat was soon building inside the air-tight costume. His privates were
bound in a leather cock and ball harness, then tucked into a shallow steel cod
piece with leather-padded edges. Its smooth curves concealed his sex
completely. The molded female features of the foam rubber suit completed the
illusion perfectly.
But Mr. Dodds wasn't finished playing dress-up yet. Finally came a pair of the
most incredible boots "Flora" had ever seen. At first he couldn't see how
anyone could wear them. They were finely crafted from thin stainless steel
sheet, made into form-fitting thigh-high boots. The feet had nine inch tall
heels, ending in a "ballet" toe, the sole curved to force the foot up on point.
The body of the boots were shaped into beautiful curves, with muscular-looking
calves, and firm, rounded thighs. He wondered for a moment how they had been
made.
"Here," said Dodds, "I'll have to help you into those." It turned out that the
boots were made in two halves, front and back, and were made with small
interlocking holes and studs along the seams. Each half was lined with a thin
layer of firm foam rubber. "Flora's" feet and legs were fitted carefully in
place, then Dodds pressed hard to force the two halves together.
With some effort, they snapped together, the studs locking into the holes,
leaving an almost invisible seam. "Flora's" legs were now solidly clamped into
the unbending boots.
After helping "Flora" into the boots, Mr. Dodds had him toddle around the room.
"Well, aren't you a beautiful creature!" he exclaimed. "Let's get downstairs
so you can fix breakfast."
"Flora" had a tough time of it, as the boots were almost impossible to walk in,
and he had to constantly make tiny steps back and forth to keep his balance.
He was soon sweating from the effort of moving his legs without the use of his
knees, swinging his hips to lift the heels clear of the carpeting.
They made it to the dining area without mishap, however. "I've laid out most
of the food," Dodds announced, "so all you have to do is cook it and get it on
the table. I'm sure I don't have to remind you to keep your uniform clean."
So saying, he left the room.
"Flora" was beginning to like this new costume, for while the steel boots were
uncomfortably rigid, they were shaped very sexily, giving him the chrome-plated
legs of a dancer, or a muscular female android. He stood in front of the
dining room mirror for a moment, running his hands over the smooth rubber. His
waist felt strangely alien, incredibly small. He felt the heavy dildo slide
out a little as his rear muscles relaxed, then slither into him again as he
made for the kitchen. Walking around the generously sized kitchen was a
heavenly torture, as he strained to get out pans, boil water, and cook the
considerable amount of foodstuffs that Dodds had set out. It was quite
impossible to flex his legs, and the corset held his waist absolutely rigid, so
that the only recourse was to bend over at the hips, holding onto counters and
chairs for balance. This wasn't especially easy, for his jogger's legs were
not very limber, and his muscles stretched painfully each time he bent over.
He was quite aroused now, but the thick latex girdle not only excited him, but
dulled sensation as well, so that he never quite reached the point of release.
When Dodds returned, he had "Jason" with him, along with some leather items in
his other hand, and "Flora" marvelled at the complex harness and the chrome
dildo fixed at her mouth.
It seemed that they were all famished, as breakfast disappeared quickly, Mr.
Dodds consuming more food than anyone, accompanied by vast quantities of black
coffee.
When they were finished, "Flora" rose to clean away the remains, rather
enjoying the servile role of maid, but Mr. Dodds stopped him saying, "Leave
that, I'll get it later. Right now, I've something I want to show you."
He released "Jason" from the chair, re-tightening her harness. Then he pulled
out a pair of "bondage mittens", leather cuffs with tight-fitting bags which
laced up, enclosed the hands. He showed her how they buckled to her harness at
the outside of her hips. A few more straps attached to the harness at chest
and waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Next, he brought out a leather
"single glove", or arm-binder, and pulling "Flora's" arms to the rear, slid it
over them to his shoulders. Two straps secured it around his shoulders, and
then Dodds laced it up tightly, pulling "Flora's" arms toward each other, and
thrusting out his breasts. Snapping a lead to each of their collars, he led
them to the basement stairs, "Flora" tottering about on his impossible heels,
and "Jason's" leather harness creaking and squeeking.
