Try to get back to the original plan.

The pencil skirt covered the lower half of the corset with its uncompromised blackness, showing off her newly obtained curves even more than before. The bright light that was falling down from the ceiling made the latex blindingly shiny as Una moved in it.

She tried to make a step; now its maximum length was strictly set by the skirt’s neckline that was stretching just a little bit before becoming very resistant. The girl’s knees were now squeezed together, adjusting Una’s walk to be even more arousing to her.

She walked out of the storage shelves zone and headed towards the door, moaning each second step, feeling her cheeks burn, but keeping her restricted pace.

“<em>There’s the mirror. Admire yourself.</em>”

“I’ll have plenty of time for that later.” — She resisted the urge to look at herself and approached the door. The scanner activated on its own and examined Una’s attire. The display said “4/4” in green letters, and the door fasteners that were connecting the two wings of the door from the other side and were connected to the electronic lock, detached themselves and allowed the girl to go through.

She swiped the door away and entered the corridor. It was less spacey than the hall, the lamps lighting the white walls weren’t as bright, and it was slightly warmer as well. She saw a large display with a couple of buttons a few meters down the corridor, and many huge taped cardboard boxes full of something standing along the walls. Una fell onto one of it without thinking, stroked herself through the latex skirt and latex panties, which were making reaching her target harder, but added some strange sensation to it. The exhausted girl exceeded her oxygen limit very soon and passed out again.

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— Hi Mom. I hope you will listen to this message after all the things I said to you... and the things you said back. Candace told me about... ‘swallow’ ...and I never thought... never thought it wouldn’t matter at all one day. I’m not sure if you are still as mad at me, but for me... all it took to forgive you... ‘sob’ was to look at it with a clear mind instead of sheer emotions. You know they usually prevailed at the time... I’ll be coming, Mom. As soon as I find a single fucking seat... ‘sob’ ...I do love you, Mom. And I hope I’ll be there in time.

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Memories of the last events flooded Una’s mind as she awoke again. She felt some of her cream on her legs where they were squeezed towards each other, but the rest, which came in touch with latex, had vanished once again — part of a peculiar nanotechnology.

The girl looked around. She was lying on a box made of thick cardboard reinforced with multiple layers of common tape — a weird way to store the products which were inside.

The boxes were not completely full, and this was allowing Una to lie so comfortably on it, as the top central part of the box bent inwards, creating an improvised bed.

Una tried to raise her body up, but the clothes she had imprisoned herself in resisted greatly. She couldn’t bend in her waist due to the absurdly tight corset, and the heels made catching on the box’s edge with her feet to help pull herself out very hard. In the end, she just pushed her frame, weighted by her garments, over the edge using raw arm strength, trained in the process of opening doors, putting on clingy clothes and discovering small elements on her back.

The girl landed on her heels, they landed loudly, but not clunkily, on the fabric-lined floor of the corridor. Lying down, strangely, provided some rest to her feet, as they weren’t aching as much as before. When her breathing resumed, Una saw that the closest thing to her was the large display she saw earlier. Down the passage there were some doors. Two of them were on the right side, one on the left, but none promised an exit.

Una decided to take a closer look at the display. It looked like an information panel, so she hoped to find some answers there.

Three buttons were projected on the screen: “Food”, “Water” and “Mall”. She was about to press “Mall” but remembered that she neither ate nor drank anything but her own lust for unknown, but very significant amount of time.