She wants more layers on her.

“All this splendor is yours now. Take it all!”

Jen squealed and almost jumped inside before grabbing the first item she saw — a floor-length shiny steel dress with a short collar and short sleeves. The girl was not sure if it would fit above the swimsuit, but she had to try it. As Jen turned it around, she discovered that the huge piece of armored clothing could be split in two connected parts, which she did.

The girl neither could nor tried to hide her excitement as she entered the dress and felt her neck meeting the coldness of the inch-high collar. After that, she led her arms through the openings quickly. The short sleeves were pointing downwards, so there was no rising her hands once the dress was on. And it was going to be on within seconds, as Jen strengtened her new passion by shutting the halves of the garment behind her.

She immediately noticed how little space was left for her high-heeled feet. She could only take very small steps, and only after raising the incredibly heavy dress off the vault’s steel floor.

Her body under the swimsuit was feeling the second layer pushing the first one from the outside. Since the shape of Jen’s body was perfectly repeated by both layers, the pressure was still distributed rather evenly.

As it was now impossible to bend down without knocking herself off her feet, the girl carefully turned her head to see her previously bare round butt cheeks now safe and sound under the shiny metal.

After that, her glance fell onto tens of steel bars lying on tiny dedicated shelves of the vault. After making a lot of noise by banging against the skirt with her shoes’ toeboxes, Jen managed to get close enough to them.

The bars were slightly curved, and she wondered how they work. After picking one of them, she noticed how it was much heavier than a regular steel ingot of same size.

“Try applying it.”

And Jen tried. As soon as she applied the bar to her left wrist, more steel sprung out to wrap around it after the inner sensor made an obnoxiously loud squeal. Now she had a thick steel bracelet on. Jen turned her hand around to find that there was no seam where its ends met, just a small keyhole.

“I need a key to take it off?

...Why would I need to take it off!? It’s so awesome! Let’s see what the other bars do!”

The girl put the next bar to her waist — and it transformed into a belt, applying the third layer of steel around her waist. Then she added some more bracers to both her arms. This was so delightful!

The next bar she took out was extremely long and barely liftable.

“Now, what is this?”

As she dragged it down, one of its ends fell onto the floor with a bang of the bangs. Jen left the other one to lean onto her waist while she was taking her breath. Much to her surprise, the bar squealed and rushed out to form a huge bell-shaped skirt!

“Wow!”

After just a few more minutes, there was no more free parts on her arms, as everything was occupied by more than a dozen steel bracers. Two more rested on her neck, forcing it slightly upwards. Jen would have gone for the second layer for her arms, but in her rush she put on a pair of handcuffs, putting an end to her equipping spree.

Whenever she tried to move, she could only hear her swimsuit rubbing her dress with an unpleasant sound. Whenever she tried to stand up and make a step, she would remember that no matter how hard she pushed her white shoes against the floor, the weight on her was way too much to lift at all.

Yet the girl did not scream for help. The girl was enjoying her uneasy situation to the maximum. There was no escape and no use in trying to do anything. It was warm, safe and strict under the layers of steel, and it was all that mattered to her.

ENDING #21