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She then explains that since this was due to an error on their part, there will be no cost to me, but since it was a free exam, they would like to do it at the end of the day on Friday. I agree and arrive at 6PM Friday to find the waiting room empty. My dentist comes out from the back Thanks for being so accommodating to our schedule today.

I've reviewed the films and I can fix what I've found if you'll come with me. She smiles back and le me to the very back of the office. As we are going down the hall I notice room after dark room and realize that she and I are likely the only two people left in the office. I then ask, "So I was curious, what is it that you found that concerned you so much?

Having no reason to be concerned, I sit down and the doctor reclines the chair back slightly. No charge, remember. I laughed along with her and in hindsight might should have thought that strange The doctor brings over a tank with a mask attached to the hose and places it over my nose.

I breathe in and out several times and as I do the room fades to black. As light slowly comes back to my vision, I revel in the warm feeling that seems to be enveloping me. I try to remember where I am and then recall that I'm at the dentist office and then remember the gas Then I feel a cool gust of air on my crotch area and wonder if my skirt had flipped up, I go to reach down and smooth it down, only to find that I cannot move my arms. I start to make some noise and it then that the doctor returns to my view. She is smiling and is wearing elbow length red glossy gloves.

It is then that I realize I am no longer in the dentists office. The walls here were of white tile and the lighting more soft and warm than that of the LED lighting of her office. Since you were my last 'customer', it was easy to roll you out the back of my office into my van and drive you here to my home. Don't worry, nobody will disturb us.

I live on family property and the nearest neighbor is miles away. I then make a sound that, if I were not in the constraints I currently were in, would have been, "why can't I move my arms? But don't worry, it is temporary and it's only there to make sure we get you done up perfectly without any needless struggling.

You can still feel, just not move. As if to reassure me, she reaches down and strokes my thigh and she is right, I can indeed feel everything just fine, but something was odd. When she stroked my thigh, I heard a squeaking sound and the sensation seemed a bit insulated. Seeing my puzzled look, the doctor nodded, "Oh, I see you have noticed my addition to your wardrobe.

Well, actually I guess it's not exactly an addition as your other clothing have now been disposed of. I'll have you know that it was no small feat getting you into this suit while you were snoozing. At this point she holds up a mirror and allows me to see in reflection my current state. My eyes go wide as the mirror is panned up and down my body and reveals the answers to questions I had asked and others I should have asked. I am covered from toe to the top of my head is a shiny black layer of what looks to be either glossy rubber or a thick latex.

My arms are inside and at my sides with my hands placed as if smoothly cupping my ass cheeks. There are several openings, one at my crotch, which explains the cool air felt earlier, there are openings at the peaks of my breasts that allowing my swollen areola and nipples to protrude obscenely as though being pushed from behind, eye openings, and lastly an opening at my gaping mouth.

It is only then that I realize that my nose is sealed inside the layer that is covering my head and try as I might, I couldn't seem to blow out through my nostrils at all. She holds up what looks like a caulking gun, except this one has two hoses attached to the back the feed back to two large tanks mounted to the wall which had labels on them that read, 'Optosil' on one and 'Xantopren' on the other.

But don't worry, it is rubbery, so it won't hurt at all when I She pans the mirror back down and I see that my pussy is completely smooth and devoid of hair! Isn't that lovely? The rubber that is encasing my head is tight and smooth and more importantly, there was no evidence of my hair anywhere! New life?!

She turns and brings around an odd looking device which looked almost like a mask, but there were some distinct differences. The 'mask' appeared to be moulded in such a way that it would cup under my chin at the bottom and had an exaggerated protrusion where my nose would be. As she showed my the device I could see that there was an indention behind the protrusion which would be accommodating my nose and she sides of the 'mask' had flaps that looked like they would cover about inches of either cheek.

However, these were not the most concerning aspects of this 'mask'. What concerned me most was the part that looked to be destined for my mouth. The outside of it was shaped on the form of an obscene 'O' and had big puffy red rubbery lips made into it. She showed me up close saying, "See these?

They are a soft rubber that will seal quite well if say something else smooth and pliable were pressed into them. She then continues, "And on the inside, as you can see, there is a nice comfortable guard for your upper and lower teeth and a tube that will help keep you nourished. See here on the bottom? And so you can set before you regain movement in your limbs and ruin it all.

What did that mean? After placing the mouth piece into my mouth she says, "Now show me your tongue At this point she folds the chin cup under my chin and then lets the protruding nose cover slide into place. Smoothing the flaps down on the sides she then places her hand over the 'O' shaped opening, cutting off my air.

I try to move my head to dislodge her hand, but there is little room for movement and no way I could succeed. After about a minute and my eyes begin to water she says, "Is my toy ready to stick out her tongue now? She removed her hand and I begin panting rapidly as I regain the needed oxygen. I hear a quick series of, 'click, click, click, click' and feel the tongue clamp firmly grip my tongue, holding it in it's extended position. Now I can remove the clamp holding your mouth open. With that she took a tube of what smelled like rubber cement and liberally coated the side flaps, the chin cup and the protruding nose cover.

Then carefully, she first placed the chin cup in place, then slid the nose 'appendage' into place and then the side flaps. Now we wait for a minute for that to vulcanize After a few minutes she tests the flaps and chin and is satisfied that the unit is now one with my head covering. At this point she releases the tongue clamp and I am able to move my tongue again. Grinning at me like the proverbial spider at it's captured fly, "I'm doing what you wanted, silly!

What was she talking about! She turns her back, but continues to speak, "Do you remember your last visit? You had asked for some information on dental hygiene and we gave you that USB fob that had several sites you could visit along with that app that would help remind you to brush and floss regularly?

Well that app also let me watch what sites you visited. You have quite the rubber fetish which I can tell you made me so happy! I have had my eyes on you since you started coming to see me and when I say my eyes on you, I mean on every part of you!

Suddenly I went cold as I realized she had seen all those latex and rubber encasement stories I had read and the sites I had been on expressing my deep desire to be taken against my will and made into a permanent love toy for my lesbian lover. I hear pump machines behind her that are attached to the tanks come alive and I hear the sound of something coming through the hoses. Air is passing out a valve until the contents of the tanks hit them and then they close allowing the fluids from the tanks to mix in the guns chamber and then pass through the tube and into the awaiting bladder.

Slowly the bladder in my mouth begins to expand and I try to push at it with my tongue, but it is no use. The bladder fills and fills until it has my jaw stretched and I feel as if I have a blimp in my mouth! Now I know you are curious so let me explain. The tanks behind me contain copious quantities of a two part substance we use in dentistry for making mould of teeth and pallet.

You may feel it doing so right now. If I though my mouth felt full at the point she stopped pumping into the bladder, it was more so now. Checking my new 'mouth' she slowly caresses the rubbery lips and says, "Oh my I just cannot wait to sit on those lovely lips and let you work your magic on MY lips. Facing either way, if she were mounting my face, that protrusion would become either a clitoral stimulator, or a nice anal stimulator. My whole face was now nothing but her toy!

I left your nipples free I do love a good feeldoe fun session. This new end had nearly a dozen smaller hoses coming off of it of various lengths. Lifting my head she placed it around my neck from front to back. She then produced from under the table what looked to be a large corset, but it looked strange.

I then realized why Rolling me on my side, she smiles as she worked this into place. The seam is on the front and has a gap of about one and a half inches. She then shows me a tool that looks like a metal handle with a long strap on it. Rolling me on my side she slips the strap under me and lets me return to my back. Then, like a ratchet, she is able to squeeze me until the ends of the bottom of the corset come together. I am squealing at this point because it is so tight.

She smiles and applies some of the catalyst to the rubber corset and begins the zipping action. Ratchet, catalyst, zip, release, move, and repeat. This went on for several minutes until she finally came to the end with the corset pushing my obscenely protruding breasts even higher into the air and then it was done. If I had hoped I might move my arms when feeling returned, those hopes were now dashed. I was encased in a thick unyielding corset prison. She sighs in contentment as she then picks up the caulking gun and begins attaching the various hoses.

Turning back to me she says, "See, the suit you are wearing is actually made of two layers. I will now start pumping the putty mixture into the space between these layers and finish your new cocoon. Soon the thick putty was pushing into the suit from what seemed like was every direction. I could feel it as it squirted into the top of my head and on the sides of my face, expanding and compressing at the same time. Then it seemed to stop at the head and began flowing into the connections near my arms and breasts.

Flowing onto the space more rapidly than it had at my head, it filled every gap and even around my back as it also compressed and pushed my bulging breasts even more forward. Soon my entire upper torso was an exaggerated representation of my actual body. I begin to scream a reasonable facsimile of a scream realizing that I would become a rubbery, semi-rigid mannequin at that point.

My legs were raised up into an upright 'V' as if I were some kind of bizarre inverted tripod. It was then that I felt the putty mixture flowing into the connections at the soles of my feet, then at the knees, and finally at my hips.

As the humming of the motors stopped, my ex-dentist and now Owner began to run her hands up and down my legs and thighs, ensuring an even filling and consistent thickness. She repeated this as well along my sides and my sensitive breasts, then brushing my exposed skin, nearly making me scream as my already over sensitive nipples engorged with blood. After about ten minutes, the putty was set and she pulled down on my upwardly pointing feet, bringing me to a sitting position. She applies a liberal amount of the rubber catalyst and viola, I had hair again With access to your computer I've sent your reation to your employer.

Made posts about heading off and taking an extended sabbatical in search of inner peace. With a sigh filled with a mixture of relief and excitement you look at me and say, "Well now, shall we begin our new life of fun together? Pressing another button on the chair, I feel myself being lowered to just below her hip level.

She then appears over my awaiting face and says, "Now remember, if you want air, you have to remind me by using that lovely tongue. Gromet's Plaza Latex Stories. I get a call from my dentist's office and the lady on the phone says that the dentist noticed something on the first X-Ray she had done and that she wanted me to come in so she could check it out.

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