Background (lz)

A year ago, the world faced a new form of terrorism. A terrorist cell calling themselves 'The Zofa' harbored the extremist belief that a woman's sole purpose was for sex. They developed a weapon that did not kill; but it was in no way more humane.

It was a simple medallion. about the size of your palm, this medallion contained a handful of nanobots.

This medallion was pressure activated. The terrorist would press it against a girl's chest, activating a local adhesive. Now stuck between her breasts, the medallion then releases the nanobots which begin to replicate and form fibers similar to rubber, at the sametime releasing a local aphrodisiac.

The girl would watch helplessly as rubber seemingly poured out of the strange device, confused as to why she was starting moisten, why she found herself so turned on at such an inappropriate time.

The rubber would spread over the victim's body, forming a catsuit that fit perfectly. It wasn't tight, it was just a perfect fit.

That was just the first stage.

Starting at the fingertips and the toes, the material would begin shrinking itself in a circular fashion, much like a long string wound around your arm being pulled tight.

It would shrink quickly, but still delibrately slowly enough for the victim to see (feel) her last few moments of normalcy.

The tightening was ruthless. No storebought catsuit of any material could ever be made this tight. It would squeeze the girl from top and bottom, until the tightening met at her pussy.

The girl, no doubt tugging at her new skin frantically, would be brought to her knees as the suit presses itself against her vagina, rubbing against it as the material contracts and pulls up against it.

Her squirming and struggling pulls against the shrinking suit, rubbing the material against her skin, rubbing herself against her will.

Thus begins the third stage.

The nanobots would begin connecting themselves to form a dense network of nerves, its final product being ten times more sensitive than human skin.

It would then connect itself to the victim's nervous system, but not evenly. The suit creates thousands of connections on the victim's most private organs, effectively connecting every nerve on her body to her rose, making any form of physical contact akin to stroking her where it feels the best.

All this happens almost instantaneously. As if a switch was turned on, the girl would reel from the sudden realization that the suit feels... so good. Every touch mulitplied by the dense network of nerves pulled tightly against her skin, channeled directly to her sexual organs. Any sobbing would be replaced by a surprised moan.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the transformation would stop there. the medallion would detach from the girl with a slight pop.

At this point, the suit is still removable. Near impossible, but still removable. with another person's help and enough tugging and pulling, it is still possible to climb out the suit's neckline. It still isn't permanent... the girl could still turn back. And yet... it feels so good doesn't it? Why would you want this to end? You feel so good, so much more than anything you've felt before but you still can't cum... you still can't seem to orgasm. Why? How can you feel so much pleasure and not climax at least explosively?

The nanobots inhibit the victim's ability to orgasm, while at the same time allowing the wearer to feel everything the suit has to offer. The poor girl is lost. She needs release. She would do anything for release. She rubs herself, fingers herself. It feels so ****ing good! But she still doesn't cum. She's frustrated. Her brain is everywhere at once.

She tugs at the suit, briefly wondering to remove it... Not now! I have to cum! I'm so close! I'll take this off once i get release! She looks around frantically for something to help her climax. She sees the medallion and sees a word engraved on the back.

"Forehead"

You see, the cruelest part of the suit is that no one can trap you permanently in the suit, but yourself.

The girl looks at the medallion. She needs to come. Surely the device that brought her here can bring her to the top. She sees the word. She turns the medallion around and presses it against her forehead.

As the warm rubber flows out of the medallion, she begins to realize that she's made a huge mistake. But before she can think about it, the inhibition is gone. The girl explodes in the biggest orgasm of her life, there's a nagging feeling that something is wrong, but it feels so good! Her back arches, her toes curl, she opens her mouth to scream but the material spreads over her mouth and tightens, forcing them back shut again. Something is wrong! She feels so good! She doesn't stop cumming! Its driving her insane!

The pleasure rubber coats her head, pressing her hair against the back of her head, spreading down her neck until it meets the catsuit. The nanobots link with each other and the rubber merges.

The dense nerves keep the poor girl squirming and dancing in a seemingly endless orgasm. For some, it lasts minutes, for others, up to an hour or two.

The girl feels the orgasm coming to an end, but only barely. She's still being pleasured and aroused by the tight suit that covers her entire body.

As her mind gathers itself slowly, she realizes that she has to get out. The girl's thoughts return to her neck... maybe she can still squeeze out of the suit. Her hands reach up to her neck to find that there is no longer any seam. she feels her head and finds it coated in the same slick rubber that pleases her so much. Even rubbing her hands against her head feels like she's playing with herself.

No! I have to get out! How! She searches her body for an opening only to find none. Her heart sinks. She did this to herself. She can't get out. She's stuck in this suit. This stupid suit. This stupid suit that feels so good. This stupid suit that feels so good as I'm looking for an exit. As my hands are exploring this seamless rubber. As I'm -MMM- rubbing myself. As -HMMM- I'm... aS... oH MY gOD i'M cUMmINg!!!

The girls second orgasm trigger the final stage of the transformation. The suit tightens itself further, squeezing the girl's hypersensitive body, sending her into a permanent state of intense arousal. The material pushes itself into every orifice of her body, spreading into her ears, her nose, her mouth... tightening and pushing into her pussy and her anus, suddenly expanding and filling her in her most sensitive regions. as the material enters her head, the nanobots interface with her brain, creating connections that pleasure her in no way otherwise possible.

She is sealed. The medallion pops off her head for another victim to be sealed.

As the days go on, the girl's new nerves slowly increase in density. Making every day an increase in arousal and pleasure. The girl need not eat nor drink. The rubber synthesizes sunlight and kinetic energy, directly feeding the host. Any waste, body hair or finger nails are instantly consumed and converted to energy.

The terrorist cell was only active for a few months. and yet, thousands of wives, girlfriends and bachelorettes were sealed in their own rubbery prisons. Stopping the terrorists was the easy part. Undoing what they had done, not so much.

Facilities were set up to reverse the sealing process. It was slow and it was expensive. In the year that followed, less than a quarter of the known sealed population was rehabilitated.

The nature of the device allowed it to be completely self sufficient. teams were commissioned to locate and quarantine any and all medallions. It was relatively successful, but it was not perfect.

The medallions were pretty. Some unknowing boyfriends gifted them as necklaces. Some were still embedded into the chests of swimsuits and other tight clothing; using the tightness to pressure activate the medallion. Others were simply unfortunate cases of curiosity. Others were lost and simply not found.