Jen wants more steel on her.

"This feeling is new... I never thought I'd feel so safe in such alien place."

"Touch your waist. So warm on the inside and so cold on the outside. Yes, with both of your hands. Such a smooth fit. It was such a great idea to trust this swimsuit with holding your trained curves. You want more of this, don't you? Are your limbs jealous?"

Jen looked at her arms. Feminine yet decently muscled, they were pathetic without a proper shell. The girl found it strange that each of her immediate thoughts resonated with her second voice's sayings at the moment.

"I thought I need to go somewhere..."

"Of course you do, silly! Get some more steel!"

So she rose up from the bench. Or, rather, tried to. Jen strained her abdominal muscles with all her might, but it made no effect, as the steel swimsuit allowed no bending at all, and her spine remained straight no matter what.

"Good. A perfect posture, forever. You're on the right way."

She carefully flipped to her side and managed to sit up and then stand up. The weight was astonishing, but the suit's fit distributed its pressure evenly against her body to take some of it off the shoulder straps. As if it was not hard enough to navigate around in the 6 inch stilettos, now her torso was no longer helping to keep balance.

"You will get used to it. Just go on."

The more Jen advanced, the more natural it felt to just follow the voice's orders. In fact, if she could temporarily dismiss her thinking side of the brain, she could use the freed brain capacity to walk more graciously. This felt like the right thing to do. Jen had no idea that her reason's dismissal was actually permanent...

She approached the white wardrobe and started to rummage inside. Jen quickly found some bracers and cuffs, but realized deep down that these were mere toys. And she needed some serious stuff.

The girl shut the useless wardrobe and went off to search for another one.

"This appears to be made of steel itself. Must be the one to help us out."

There it was, just a few loud steps away from the white one. Not a wardrobe — a gray steel vault. Jen lifted the heavy bolt keeping the doors together and opened them very slowly, for each of them was 4 inches thick and much heavier than her. Getting locked inside would be inescapable. Hopeless. And safe.

It was full of clothes and restraints also made of solid steel. Boots, dresses, restraints...

“Yeeesss!” — Jen was trembling like a thin birch at the thought that it was all hers now. She was warm under the swimsuit and warmer down in her dildoed pussy.