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Undergarments

Chapter 9 by CluelessScholar

"Begin fabrication phase", Jenny's now irksome voice rang over the bunker speaker. The neck and arms restraints holding Alex in place popped open. He began to move as quickly as his feet would allow him before once again being caught in the spiders snare of the arms, which collectively spread his limbs outwards, like he was midway through a jumping jack. With no capability of movement Alex hung there completely helpless as a tertiary set of appendages began to affix a black corset, with red floral detailing, around his waist, attaching each buckle with an accompanying pained gasp from from the beleaguered teen. The corset squeezed as Alex felt his body shift slightly to accommodate to its pull, his body now a natural hourglass figure, the array scanner hummed in programmed acceptance as it moved onto the next stage.

Alex's discomfort was momentarily alleviated with silky sensation as a pair of blue lace panties, with floral patterning, glided over his newly smooth legs, before they were affixed over his now vacant groin. With a gentle tug they were nestled in between his cheeks, before a matching bra was affixed over his new cleavage. With a few minor tugs the underwear sat comfortably over Alex's genitalia, both new and old. Alex didn't have the strength left to fight as a similar pair of blue stockings were both pulled over his legs before being clipped to a garter belt that another hand affixed around his waist.

With his humiliation now nearly complete the array of hands began to slowly lower him onto a pair of purple high heels, with deft precision. Alex internally commented on the absurdity of situation, likening it to an Iron Man suit up sequence, only with significantly larger amount of make up and frills. He didn't find it humorous for long as his feet ever-so carefully slipped into the 5-inch death-traps before having to quickly find his balance as the hand laid him to rest. The teenage boy(?) took as deep of a breath as his new getup allowed him before realising that the hand cupping his wrists and waist did not release. It was time for the grand finale.

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