Stacy

Stacy was deep and thought as she continued to walk back to her room.

The pretty young teen, with long blond hair, was lost that thought. The past year had been a living nightmare. She still shuddered to think of her time as a remote controlled member of the "Cheerleader Gang".

Thankfully, the authorities had rescued her and the others. In an effort to put some distance between Stacy and the publicity, and memories, of her horrible ordeal, her parents had sent her off to a Catholic girls school.

She was at this school, walking the grounds on her way back to her room while she pondered how her life had changed so drastically. The uniforms had taken some getting used to. Stacy wore a short-sleeved button up shirt, a blue tie, and a short blue-plaid pleated skirt. The lovely young woman wore blue knee socks and a pair of heeled black loafers on her feet. Truth is that after her ordeal as a Cheerleader, Stacy felt quite uncomfortable being dressed in a uniform of any kind.

Stacy sighed as she arrived at her dorm room. Walking in, she noticed that her room-mate Cindy wasn't in. Right off, Stacy's eyes fell on a large brown package setting on her bed. Walking over to it, she could see that it was addressed to her, with her parents home as the return address.

She smiled to herself, warmed by the gesture of a care package. Curious to see what her parents had sent, Stacy sat down on the bed and opened the box. Pulling back the opening flaps, Stacy looked inside, seeing white tissue paper at the top. As he slender hands parted the paper, Stacy was startled by sudden movement from within the package.A large shape launched from the package, leaping right into Stacy!

She felt back off of the bed and onto the floor. Stacy rolled onto her back and took stock of the situation. To her horror, Stacy came face to face with whatever flied from within the package.

A large animated armadillo had tackled her to the floor, and was now hugging her, its arms and legs wrapped around her back, its grinning visage face to face with her.

"Hiya Stacy!” It laughed.

"So nice to see you again, did you miss me?!”

Terrified, Stacy writhed on the floor, legs flailing as she tried to pull the strange artificial creature off of herself.

Scared and trying to fight it off of her, Stacy kicked and struggled on the floor.

"Oh my god...! Nooooooooooo!”

She screamed as she climbed to her feet, not really knowing what to do. She pushed and pulled like a trapped animal, **** to pry the creature from its embrace.

"Tsk, tsk Stacy, I'm so disappointed that you're not pleased to see me again. I know you miss your Sense-sheath!”

The strange technological little gremlin's mouth opened as the all too familiar material Stacy knew as Sense-sheath began to stream out. Moving as an amorphous mass, the silky material wrapped around Stacy's neck before it began to travel downward, coating her body underneath her school-uniform's shirt. Still pushing on the Armadillo, she began to rush to the door, **** to find someone to help her.

As she ran, Stacy felt the pantyhose like grip of the Sense-sheath as it grew in size, quickly rushing over the surface of her body, encasing her underneath her clothing. She could feel its tight grip expanding down over her belly, and out and around her arms. Looking down, she could see the material of her white blouse ripple at the motion of the Sense-sheath under it. Horribly, she could feel it continue downward, rushing over her sex and ass, cupping them in its grip. As she ran she could see its material rushing downward over her legs, coating them in its hose like sheen.

Almost to the door, Stacy could feel the Sheath rush down and cover her hands and fingers like gloves, finally completing its mission as it pushed under her socks and over her feet within them. A horrid body-stocking had enveloped her beneath her school-uniform as she ran.

Just as she was about to reach the door, Stacy stopped suddenly. Though she wanted more than anything to get out, her body refused to budge. Releasing its grip, the Armadillo hopped off of Stacy and stood before her on the floor.

In mid stride, with her hands reaching out for the knob just out of reach, Stacy stood absolutely still.

"That's better, can't have you just going about willy nilly can we?” The Armadillo chuckled.

Stacy began to cry, absolutely overcome at once again being enslaved by Sense-sheath technology.

"No! Not again! Please don't do this to me…” She managed to plead before weeping uncontrollably.

"I don't need that kind of racket little lady.” The Armadillo informed her.

Stacy felt her body shift as she spun around on her heel, walking over to her dresser.

As her legs stepped one after the other, she could feel her sheathed thighs brush against the hem of her pleated school skirt.

Still crying, she watched helpless as her body acted of its own volition.

Reaching the dresser, she watched her hands, coated in Sense-sheath as they emerged from the short sleeves of her school uniforms shirt, open a drawer and retrieve one of her bras.

Her controlled hands pulled the pink undergarment up and shoved it into her mouth, tying it's straps behind her head, effectively silencing poor Stacy.

Finishing this task, Stacy's body stood at attention before the short robotic armadillo.

"You know, the Cheerleader attire is fantastic, but your little school uniform is rather nice as well.”

It pronounced, seemingly admiring the lovely young woman's attire, lifting the edge of her skirt as she stood there helplessly.

It walked around her, appraising her appearance as it did so.

"Yes indeed, very, very nice. Catholic schoolgirl is a good look for you Stacy!” It laughed.