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The basement was cool and well lit. There were no dark corners sucking

in the available illumination. She stood on a rug by a wall, the only softness

in the expanse of white concrete. On the opposite wall was a low table

with a dark ovoid shape resting on top of it. She undid the dressing gown,

took it off and placed it on the floor. There was a black garment drooping

limply from a hangar on a mobile rail next to the table. On the floor beside

her was a container of talcum powder. She picked it up and showered her

body in the white cascading substance which fell gently onto her body

and obscured the pattern of the rug beneath her bare feet. 

  She gently and gingerly slipped her legs into the darkness of the limp

    garment. It rustled as she stretched and pulled it, the light reflecting

    on the surface of the shiny black skin she held tightly in her hands. The

    cold of the black tide slowly engulfed her feet, her ankles, her calves

    and her thighs as she eased herself into the bottom half of the suit. She

    squirmed and squealed as she pulled the thin, tight suit up over her bottom

    and stomach, the vaginal dildo and anal butt plug eased their way into

    her moist and willing lower orifices. The raised studs on the inside of

    the suit pressed into the mound of her crotch. 

  She pushed her fingers into the arms of the suit, feeling her way down

    into the depths of the suits's arms. She flexed her fingers when the tips

    reached the end of their journey. Her belly and chest were now surrounded

    by boning built into the suit, constricting her waist and forcing her breasts

    upwards. Each nipple was surrounded and forced into a rubber teat on the

    suits's breasts.  

  A mask hung forlornly in front of her breasts, tubes and

    a bulb dangling in space bumping her stomach as she moved. She pulled the

    mask up and over her head. She moved a gag on the inside of the mask into

    her mouth, then inserted the tubes into her nostrils and finally slipped

    the built in ear plugs snugly into her ears, blocking off the sounds of

    the world, shutting her inside the suit from which sight was also denied

    to her. 

  She pulled the short zip down to the small of her back. She stood still

    and waited, expectantly. Her smooth black hand was squeezed gently and

    she was led over to the low table. She was helped into the ovoid shape

    and lay down inside it. The bulb was picked up from her chest and squeezed,

    infalting the gag inside her mouth, pressing against her teeth, forcing

    her cheeks to inflate.  

  She could just feel a loose covering over her new

    skin, surrounding her, squashing her arms against her sides, pushing her

    legs together. She tried to wriggle but could only move her legs up and

    down and raise herself up from the waist, slowly. She settled back, level.

    She felt the tubes from her nostrils pulled upwards. Suddenly she felt

    pressure all around her body, pressing her suit tighter against her skin. 

  She breathed slowly. She tried to sigh but couldn't, her mouth gaping,

    filled with the taste of rubber. She relaxed, her body loosening, her breathing

    slowing down. She felt herself being lifted up into the air, her body jostled

    in a rhythmical fashion. She smelt the air through the tubes and it became

    fresh. She was laid down again. Something was being thrown on top of her

    as she lay on her back, thudding and then sliding down, the vibrations

    getting smaller.  

  She wasn't sure where she was but the aroma of fresh turned

    earth filled her nostrils as she breathed deeply. 

  

    

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