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The ShapeShifter

by William A. Lemieux

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© Copyright 1993-2002 - William A. Lemieux - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/f; Alien/f; rubber; bodymod; corset; piercing; scifi; shapeshifter; bond; coated; encase; insert; tease; torment; mast; climax; cons; X

All parts of "The Shapeshifter" are (c) 1993, 1994, William A. Lemieux. May be accessed by cybernetic media, PROVIDED: no fee is charged or profit gained, and THIS COPYRIGHT NOTICE REMAINS INTACT. Hardcopies are expressly forbidden without prior written consent of the author. May not be published or distributed otherwise, including posting to newsgroups, archives, FTP sites, bulletin board systems, or web pages without prior written permission of the author. "Distribution" includes retrieval by and access through web browsers, as well as storage no matter how temporary, on your own computer. DISCLAIMER, DATCLAIMER, POLICY NOTICE AND DAMAGE WAIVER Any similarity to actual persons, places, companies, products or institutions is unintentional and purely coincidental- honest. Note: this story may or may not include sex, bondage, discipline, and other alternative forms of sexual expression. If the presence or absence of a particular topic is likely to offend you, stop reading. This story describes acts which may not be safe to attempt in real life. Kids, don't try this at home. Void where prohibited. Batteries not included. Wear a sweater. Criticism on writing technique and style are welcomed by e-mail. Flames will be cheerfully ignored.

Author's Note: The inspiration for this story came out of a net conversation with Young Rob Jellinghaus. I owe many of the ideas in this and other stories to a host of other friends and patient fans including: William Blanton Smith, Dora Gyn, Rich H, Tony Kidson, David Anthony Robson, Lance Spangler, Crystal Linn Trexler, Tom Yates, Avianna Chao, and others too numerous to mention. Thanks, you guys. 

Part 1

Lieutenant Mona Binax stood nervously outside Lounge 3, shifting nervously from one stiletto heel the other, while desire and apprehension warred within her. The note left on her commdeck had been short and to the point: "Qet wants you. I have agreed. Be in Lounge three, Deck 17, at 1900 hours." Mona had read the note three times, hardly believing the words. Riki was "loaning" her to another, and a famous Shapeshifter at that!

She thought back on the last year and a half spent with Riki, her lover, mistress, and reason for living. She knew she was stalling, but she knew too, that no matter how long she delayed in the hallway, eventually she would go in, and perform as ordered, as bravely as possible. Mona wouldn't dream of displeasing Riki by disobeying her orders. She had been Riki's slave for over a year, but more importantly, she was in love. Although she was Chief of Logistics for the entire space station, and despite the tough, professional facade she showed to her superiors and the people under her command, she was completely submissive to her lover, Riki.

She had met Riki at Dining Out, one of those insufferable social functions which her rank demanded she attend. Riki had been the escort of a visiting dignitary, and had made quite a splash in the stations social circles by showing up in a long and very tight evening dress of red patent leather. But throughout the party she had flirted shamelessly with Mona, completely neglecting her official date. Mona certainly didn't mind, and eventually she figured out that Riki's VIP escort was just for show- Riki was cruising for someone very different, someone submissive... someone like Mona. When the VIP liner left the station, Riki stayed behind, having fallen hard for Mona. She had no visible means of support, but Mona learned that she was retired, having made a fortune dominating wealthy industrialists and even Co-Dominium officers. Within a week she had seduced Mona, introducing her to new frontiers of sexual pleasure, fetishes, and servitude. In another two weeks they had moved in together, and three months after that, they had married.

A passing officer snapped her awareness back to the present. She shifted uncomfortably in her restrictive outfit, putting off her entrance until the last possible second. The elaborate clothing was sure to make a stir in there, she thought. Riki's tastes in fashions and the bodies inside them were not only fetishistic, they ran to the bizarre. But Mona seldom gave that a thought. Their fetishes and their games brought both of them such pleasure, Mona was only too happy to comply with her lover's desires, even if she hadn't shared all of them at first. Riki's note had been accompanied by a list of what she wanted Mona to wear to the lounge.

The list had started with a restrictive skin tight jumpsuit with a built in corset, panty girdle and brassiere, and a high neck. Riki called the stretchy, mirror-smooth material "rubbertex", and it's polished surface gleamed as if made from chrome. It's shining appearance acted as a mnemonic, triggering memories of the earlier days of their relationship, and her intense curiosity about Riki's tastes. Mona had already had an interest in corseting, a very ancient fashion and fetish that was unheard of in today's world, where body modifications were commonplace, and could grant the vain whatever figure one desired without discomfort. Riki told her later that she had recognized a fellow fetishist when she had realized Mona was wearing a corset under her dramatically tailored uniform at the dinner party.

Later, the station's library had told Mona that Riki's fetish was an ancient one, but Mona soon learned to appreciate it's aesthetic appeal, as well as the wonderful feelings induced by the stretchy, restrictive material. Rubber fetishism had originated with natural latex rubber, the computer told her, although she knew that Riki's rubbertex was a synthetic with more in common with the new organic metal alloys than with latex. It was far more elastic and much stronger than natural rubber, which she herself had never actually seen, and wasn't likely to. Riki was very fond of rubber, at least on her slave. She herself also wore leather fairly often, but forbade it to her slave, probably to protect her from any possible legal entanglements. Her leather was not a synthetic like most people wore, but real animal hide that she obtained from some off-station grey market contact. Her favorite colors were red, black, white and metallics, and she delighted in flaunting her unconventional fashions at the more conservative members of station society.

The jumpsuit which Mona wore today included a very tight corset section from hips to breasts, which was stiffened thoroughly with hull-metal boning, light, thin, and very stiff. Corsets, while an anachronism, were actually enjoying a renaissance among the more decadent and vain members of Co-Dominium society, despite the advent of faster and more comfortable medical techniques which could deliver the same look safely, and without discomfort. But a few had asked Mona about her chosen figure, and her erect posture and swaying gate when off duty. Apparently, some of those had experimented, and found the compression and stiffness of the ancient fetish an entertaining novelty in this post-modern universe of ease and comfort.

Mona's thoughts moved up to the day when Riki had first talked about body mods with her. It turned out that she was one of those people who chose to live on the edges of societal standards, and now Mona had joined her there. Like so many others, Mona had already taken advantage of a little of what the body shops had to offer, but Riki had more radical tastes, and with very little effort, she had persuaded Mona to undergo a host of extensive body mods.

The first had been inspired by Mona's corseting, which was a new experience even for the decadent Riki. It was merely the removal of Mona's two lowest ribs and a dramatic narrowing of her natural waist, yet Mona was no less uncomfortable in the incredibly tiny corset section of today's garment, since it had been made for her only a few days ago. Riki had showed her a graphic of an ancient Victorian Age woman, who's foundation garment gave her an astounding hourglass figure.

"Your waist is already small, lover," Riki had said, "but think what a stunning figure you would possess with a waist like that! You know, I'd love to be able to reach my hands around you..." Instead of the usual hooked busk, the corset in her jumpsuit made use of flexible magnetic fastener strips similar to the ones in her uniform. The tabs in the corset however, as in most of the clothing Riki had made for her, were far more powerful, and could be selectively polarized by a hand-held wand. They were quite impossible to open without it - Mona had tried, more than once.

Instead of laces, it utilized one-way ratchets of very thin hull metal embedded in the rubber. They had to be mechanically tightened with a tool in their bedroom before the latches would meet. With the latches closed, her waist measured just 38cm around. Just as she had fantasized, Riki could now make her fingertips meet when she closed her hands about Mona's waist. The corset suit also featured a rough texture within the form fitted breast cups, with a few small bumps molded in just for fun and even larger rubber warts at strategic places in the crotch. As if this weren't enough, Riki had ordered her to slather lubricating jelly all over the inside of the garment, so that with every step or turn, its surface slid across Mona's breasts and between her labia, with very distracting results. Mona found that she was hard pressed to stand up, let along walk without wobbling!

The next items on Riki's list had been thigh high boots of the same stretchy material, equipped with heels over 15cm tall. They molded tightly to her legs, were pulled up over the legs of her panty girdle, and were fastened by more of the same magnetic strips around the tops of the girdle legs. As so often happened, she'd got a serious case of the hornies about half way through getting dressed, and her faintly throbbing sex had been slowly but steadily adding to the moisture inside the already damp and slippery jumpsuit. To make matters worse, she had on impulse, slathered herself and the inside of the suit with their favorite lubricant. She was already regretting that act, as the tight material slithered across her skin with every movement, as she continued to dress.

She was grateful that Riki hadn't seen fit to include any mechanical or electronic devices today, and that the material as well as the seams where he boots overlapped, was waterproof. Riki had quite an arsenal of custom made toys. Some were painful, and others delivered very pleasurable sensations indeed! Many were custom made to fit some part of Mona's anatomy, or to attach to one of her myriad body piercings. It was fortunate for her that modern medicine had made them as fast, safe and relatively easy as her other body mods. Besides the dramatically reduced waist, Riki had talked her mate into several other exotic changes, and while they must have cost a fortune, she never once discussed the prices.

Mona had debated with herself about a drastic breast enlargement for a long time, having experimented with several shapes and sizes over the years. With Riki's enthusiastic urging, she actually went overboard. Where before, she had been moderately small in the bust, she now sported breasts better suited to a Phirnadan. They were so large that all of her uniforms had to be custom tailored. When her somewhat amazed seamstress measured her, her new bust line was 152cm, and her cup was a EE! They were improbably high, firm, and round for a human, and at first she thought, entirely too large for her smaller frame, but she had gradually got used to them, as they provided endless entertainment for both Mona and her mistress, (not the least of which were the occasional stupified stares of clueless humans).

In her research, she had read about the primitive early methods for achieving the same results and had been horrified at the complications that so often resulted. Not for the last time, she was grateful that the body shops were able to grant her body the features she wanted, more or less naturally. But Riki hadn't been satisfied. She wanted Mona's body to be turned into a plaything, a toy for their mutual amusement. As the two lovers had grown closer, and their desire for more exotic and bizarre entertainment increased, Mona found herself submerging in Riki's tide of fetishistic lust, until there was almost nothing she would deny her lover. Mona's nipples had been enlarged and extended until they were roughly two cm. in diameter, and three cm. long when erect. They were pierced near the base and the holes had been stretched, enabling her to take large rings, weights or other toys. They had been sensitive enough before, Mona thought, but after the piercings, they were very sensitive indeed, such that she routinely wore bandages over them when in uniform, to keep from being distracted during her shift.

Since her earlobes were another of Mona's favorite erogenous zones, Riki had had them enlarged enough to allow large piercings as well, and Mona often wore as she did today, fat rings which she could suspend various weights from. Today she had opted for a pair of heavy 5cm steel balls, anodized bright blue. One of her own ideas was to have her clitoris and labia pierced as well. Riki had agreed with almost pathetic eagerness, although she had insisted on having Mona's clit enlarged radically first. Mona had requested, and been granted, five small piercings down each minor labia, and six larger holes in the major labia. Before long, they found that Mona couldn't quite handle some of Riki's larger toys, or her hand, something that Mona desperately wanted to experience, so Riki had Mona's anal and vaginal muscles stretched and then strengthened with electronic exercisers in her sleep. (It had felt so good, she remembered, that she had had to resort to artificial sleep induction during the eight days she had endured the process.)

Later, Riki had introduced her to the joys of fisting, and Mona had to admit that her more accommodating passages were a positive addition. She had large piercings in her nasal septum and her tongue. Her tongue itself was a work of art, in fact- it had been lengthened dramatically, and had muscles added, allowing her to extend it almost 15 cm from her mouth, like a Frint. They had had that done during an extended leave, since it had required some internal modifications to her skull and jaw (which she didn't like to think about) and had necessitated a spot of speech therapy before she could speak clearly again. Even the tongue mod had not been enough to satisfy Riki's extreme tastes. Mona's gag reflex was now for the most part disabled, although she found she could summon it voluntarily to keep from choking. She wondered about this until much later when Riki ordered her to service two male friends of hers, a task which Mona was now quite overqualified for.

At first, she almost rebelled, but after she relented, she found to her surprise that she could enjoy sex with men as well - their bodies were just bodies after all, and there were ways to enjoy them that were different from, neither better nor worse than, women's. She had thought she was strictly lesbian, but with Riki's understanding help and contagious good natured obsession with sex, she discovered herself to be bisexual instead, although she still insisted that she was a dyke first. It was during that same incident that she found out that her mistress enjoyed watching her slave service other people. She found another reason for her lack of a gag reflex when Riki decided to immobilize her, taking control of all her bodily functions for 24 hours. That included eating, which was performed through a tube snaked into her stomach, and elimination, via catheters. She also experienced her first enema that day, and to her surprise, nearly had an orgasm from it.

At the start of that day, she had been unimpressed with her physical helplessness, her dependency on Riki for simple body functions, but she soon became a little aroused by this idea, yet another way to surrender control, and the idea of being threaded, pierced, and penetrated in every way possible, became an increasingly arousing game for them. And THAT had led Riki to seek out and negotiate today's scene with the Shapeshifter, Qet. Riki wasn't fond of hair, keeping her own red locks cut raffishly short, so Mona's entire body was now permanently hairless. She routinely wore wigs while on duty, to prevent her being mistaken for a Deltan, who were constantly being propositioned and pestered, due to their well-known reputations for sexual expertise. In short, Mona had gradually been turned into Riki's image of an idealized, customized, sex object. And she found herself loving it.

The third item on the dressing list had been long gloves in the same tight, mirrorlike material, which fastened to her jumpsuit at the shoulder. The gloves had been custom made for her by one of Riki's many technical friends, and had "memory metal" splints molded into the forearms, wrists, palms, and fingers. Once they were put on, she pressed a small stud at the back of each wrist, which stiffened the splints, making it impossible to bend her wrists or flex her hands or fingers.

The last item on the list was new to her, and incongruous with the rest. Made from transparent plastic in a neutral grey color, the material was cut in a very loose jumpsuit pattern, yet with snug fitting cuffs at the collar, each wrist, and the ankles. When she moved to put it on over her other clothes, a loud slithering rustle came from the material, and continued with each and every movement.

With her nearly useless hands, she had considerable difficulty with it, but fortunately, it had normal closures, and she eventually got it on and closed. Once donned, the loose cut evoked slipping and sliding noises every time she moved any part of her body, and the transparent plastic showed very clearly what she wore underneath. At least now it appeared more or less tasteful, with the slightly darker material over her corset-jumper. Mona had been appalled, none the less. The walk to the lounge had been heaven and hell, as she tried desperately not to gasp or otherwise reveal her intense arousal to the passing residents and crew. Her skin tingled with energy, and each movement of her limbs felt like a kind of subtle massage, sending waves of pleasure through her. More than once, she had sagged against a bulkhead or the wall of a crowded elevator as she grimly suppressed the signs of her arousal, and more than once, concerned bystanders had asked if she was all right.

Now, in the corridor outside the lounge, she looked over every surface, making sure it met Riki's criteria of "shiny, tight & tidy". Each item she wore today was as shiny as chrome with a texture so smooth and reflective it looked like real metal, with the exception that it was flexible and elastic. Each had been polished until it reflected an image like a mirror. The rubberlike material fit tightly, and without wrinkles, making her look more like an old-fashioned humanoid robot than a person. She pronounced herself ready for inspection, took a deep breath, and walked toward the door. It slid open. Immediately on the other side of it was the largest and most fearsome looking Felynx she had ever seen. He bared his fangs and glared at her before pushing past and moving off down the corridor, flexing his claws and growling under his breath. When she realized that his bad mood wasn't directed at her, she heaved a sigh of relief and looked around the room.

Riki was sitting at a table only a few meters away, sipping on something tall and cold, and smiling in her direction. She headed over, waited for Riki's nod, and sat down. Riki grinned around the rim of her glass. "You look good enough to eat, lover. How do you feel?"

"You ought to know how I feel!" hissed Mona desperately, "I nearly came just from walking down the hall!"

"Good," replied Riki in an infuriatingly calm tone, "It will help you get in the mood. Do you want a drink or something to calm you down?"

"Um, I don't think so. I want to be clear headed when I meet him, ahh, it, er whatever... I don't want anything to muddle my head. Does that make sense?"

"Actually yes, perfect sense. For a change. But enough chit-chat. Qet is waiting for you. Are you ready?"

Mona took the hint and looked down. "Yes, mistress. Where is he?"

"Not here, the station news people have been hounding him ever since he arrived. I've reserved Gymnasium 2 for a ah, private workout, so you won't be disturbed. Qet will be waiting there."

Mona took a deep breath. "Yes, mistress."

"One more thing."

"Yes Mistress?"

"He probably won't look at all like what you've seen in the news media. You should be prepared for anything." She looked at the watch dial implant under her thumbnail. "Now scoot- you don't want to be late."

Mona scooted, walking as fast as her teetering stilettos would allow her and thinking about that last warning. She tried to imagine what form he might take, and what he might wish to do with her... or more importantly, TO her. Her imagination failed her. She hurried along, fearing a reprisal for being late, and wanting desperately to make her mistress happy, yet having a very real difficulty staying upright as the lubricant made every slithering motion of both her tight corselet and the loose flowing jumpsuit into a lovers caress. She fought to keep control. She couldn't fail. In Riki, she had found a new meaning of life - her lover and mistress had come to fill her entire being, to occupy almost all her waking thoughts, such that she had to consciously push her from her mind before she went on duty. But for the next twenty four hours she was off duty, and she was only too happy to be able to please her lover. The more so, since things that pleased Riki were more often than not, thoroughly enjoyable for Mona as well.

She arrived at Gymnasium 2 and looked around. There were a few passers-by, but no one seemed to think her mode of dress worthy of a second glance, despite the fact that she felt nearly naked in her revealing outfit. She paused long enough to offer a silent prayer to anybody who might be listening that the being on the other side of the door would not be too frightening, would not be too deranged, or twisted much farther than she was, that it (he?) would leave her in more or less the same condition that he (it?) would find her in. She looked around the corridor again, feeling almost like a criminal. There was no one around. She approached the door, let it slide open in front of her, and walked in, her pulse pounding in her ears.

The gymnastics room looked empty, with the exception of the usual features: pads on the floors and walls, racks and hardware and other implements on the ceiling, walls, and floor. The entire room was furnished in white, including the padding. The ceiling was about at least 5 meters high, and scattered about the room were various pieces of equipment including a vaulting horse, rings, parallel bars, and so on. One wall was apparently set up for dance, with a full-height mirror and a handrail running the length of the wall. There was no one else visible. There was a chair just inside the door, and a note on the chair. She picked it up. `Disrobe completely, then stand in the center of the room.' She was wondering how she was expected to open the catches on her clothing when she noticed the polarizing wand lying under the chair. That presented a further difficulty, since she could hardly pick it up with her helplessly confined hands.

Eventually, she managed to clamp the wand between her jutting breasts, while compressing them with her upper arms, and poke at the glove switches with the end of the wand. Once her arms and hands were free, the rest was relatively easy. After removing the rustling plastic jumpsuit, she used the wand to release her gloves and boots. When she used it to unlatch the corselet, it nearly flew off her from the tension, forcing a gasp out of her as the pressure on her abdomen was suddenly relieved. She was nude now, but she hesitated before moving away from the door. She still could see no one else. Perhaps Qet had had a change of heart? She took a few tentative steps toward the center of the gym. "Qet?" she called out. There was no answer. She stood shivering a moment, before realizing it was fear, and not the comfortably warm room that made her quake. A gobbet of the lubricating jelly, now mixed with sweat and her own lubricant, slid down the inside of one thigh, distracting her for a moment.

She walked to the center of the room. There was nothing there but a shiny black platform, like a dais, no more than 15 cm tall, standing out starkly against the clean white decor of the room. It was obviously intended for her. She stepped onto it, her heart beating hard again, but determined to overcome her fear. Where was he? The room was silent, yet she sensed a tension in the air. What the hell was going on here?

She stood peering around the room, gradually getting braver. "Qet? Qet! Come on out! No fair hiding! Come out and play!"

A low laugh close behind her made her jump, but she managed to stifle the tiny scream that had threatened to emerge. Twisting to turn around, she found that her feet were stuck to the floor somehow. She looked down and saw that the black platform had changed. To her astonishment, it had flowed over and around her bare feet, encasing them, fastening them to the floor. Now she realized her mistake - she had been STANDING on Qet's body! The erstwhile platform had a mouth. That was all - no face, just a humanoid mouth formed out of the shiny black material. Could this glossy smooth and ebony material really be his body?

Part 2

"Relax," said the mouth, "trust me. If everything Riki has told me about you is true, you'll enjoy this."

"Um," was the only thing Mona could manage at first. "That is, I mean, yes Master."

"Ah, so you have not forgotten why you are here. Good. If you are wondering why I'm not in the shape of a humanoid, it was a test. I wanted to see your reaction. Not bad, for being unfamiliar with my kind. Most of you don't react that calmly to one of us. And I admit- maintaining a lot of your humanoid details is tiring."

Qet was moving toward the parallel bars, flowing like a thick fluid, pulling her embedded feet along, forcing Mona to walk awkwardly with him. There was no sign of the rigid black platform now. His body was essentially shapeless, looking like a pool of thick, shiny black tar. He slithered along one support column to the high bar, enveloping it, until it had become merely a thicker, (and now glossy black) bar. The mouth formed again. "Now, let us begin," announced the disembodied mouth.

Mona noted dispassionately, even as she steeled herself for what was to come, that the mouth itself appeared quite human, female actually, with full and slightly pouting lips. In fact, it looked somehow familiar. Without warning, a pair of tendrils (tentacles?) shot out from the black mass covering the bar, enveloping her wrists and eliciting a short squeal of fright from her. His... flesh? skin? felt warm and dry, though she had half expected him to be cold and slimy for some reason. Inexorably, he pulled her hands up to reach the bar, forced them around his flesh. With alarm, she watched her hands sink in until they were wrapped tightly around the bar and enveloped completely within the glossy black coating. Some part of her realized he was being careful, that he appeared to care about her safety and comfort, and she began to relax into the scene, seeing the animated bundle of tar more as a very bizarre sex toy than as a threat. Then she reminded herself that this `toy' had a mind within it, was far stronger, certainly faster, and probably more massive than she.

"Interesting, no?" said Qet's voice from somewhere. Mona thought his voice had a much deeper tone than it ought to, for not having a body. "But I haven't even begun to entertain you."

She felt movement below, looked down, and saw two more pseudopods, anchored at the end supports of the parallel bars, envelope her ankles and draw them apart. As they separated, more of her weight came on her hands until she was stretched as taught as she had ever been on any of Riki's bondage furniture. The sensation of having her hands and feet EMBEDDED in something warm and soft and ALIVE yet inescapable, was quite different than mere leather cuffs chained to a wall!

"How would you like to start with a simple flogging? Riki tells me you have grown to like that."

"If it pleases you, Master," Mona managed to reply, her voice quavering with excitement and fear. Mona's strongest passion was for bondage however, and he probably knew it.

The tension in her limbs had begun to translate into a delightful feeling of inner sexual tension. The first blow came as a shock - she had not expected it - had not thought about how Qet might flog her. She turned her head as well as she could and saw yet another pseudopod extending from the bar above her, and ending in several long tails, which came whistling down on her backside even as she turned her face away. The sight had been more than a little unnerving. The strokes were not love pats, but neither were they hurting much, she noted. He seemed to know what he was doing. Each stroke landed in a narrow area on her derrier, and the width and weight of the "cats" was such that it felt more like a stern spanking than a whipping. She felt her eyes water a bit, but she was already adjusting to it and before long, the warmth in her bottom began to spread forward into her sex, and down into her legs.

Qet chose that moment to switch tactics. "I shall not permit you to become bored," came the disembodied voice.

She couldn't see where he was speaking from this time. Some detached part of her noted wryly how pedantic and formal was his manner of speech. She wondered if he had learned it by watching any of the same old "movies" that she and Riki had learned to love. Then her attention was drawn back to the present. Her hands were being slid apart until the pseudopods holding them moved down around the frame, keeping her arms taught to the sides, but now held straight out from her shoulders.

As she watched, two more tentacles formed out of the material covering the bar above her, and drooped down to her breasts. Each tapered to a small rounded point, looped itself through her nipple piercings, then merged with itself again. Her nipples stiffened immediately at this intimate touch. Where the pseudopod ends had merged together, they now spread out and over her nipples and then areolas, covering them. She felt them being pinched or gathered somehow within the gleaming black blobs, and realized they were being constricted at their base. The pseudopods tightened then, pulling her massive breasts up by the nipples, and she was suddenly grateful for their above average size and her large piercings. Qet pulled them higher, in fact pulling them directly in front of her face, eventually forcing her up on tip-toe to lessen the discomfort.

She stared at the bizarre sight of the front half of her breasts disappearing into the gleaming black stuff. She tried wiggling her fingers and toes experimentally, and found they became harder to move as soon as she did so. It felt as if her extremities had been embedded in rubber cement - slightly flexible, but entirely secure and immobilized. "How does that feel, little one?" asked the richly modulated voice.

One part of Mona's mind thought dispassionately that he must have a real gift for languages, to have picked up Standard so quickly. The other part, which was in charge right now anyway, answered him automatically, "Very good, Master."

"Hmm. Let's see..." came that same voice. For some reason, his thoughtful tone sent a shiver down Mona's spine. In a moment, she felt, but could not see, something caressing her clitoris, bringing it further to life, then threading its way through the piercing. She felt a brief tug and she gasped, then felt another. He tightened, slowly building up tension on her clitoris, past the point of titilation, and on into discomfort, but the stretching stopped just short of real pain. And held her there. Then slowly, it relaxed, just a little, before it tightened again.

As soon as it became tight, the pressure and tension on her nipples relaxed, then tightened, as the cycle down below repeated. This went on for several minutes, gradually building speed, until she climaxed explosively, straining at her bonds and shouting through clenched teeth. To her distracted surprise, the cycles didn't stop at that point, but continued to accelerate until they were a pistoning motion, then a vibration, tugging hard, but still not quite to the point of pain.

For a little while, she strained to think clearly, wondering how Qet knew what her limits were, but before long, the rest of her body shouted back `shut up and enjoy this!' She came again, much harder this time, shouting Riki's name in a long, drawn out growl.

"My, my, you are a noisy little minx, aren't you?" said Qet, this time from a mouth she could see, hovering only a few centimeters from her face. As she stared at the mouth on its stalk, it changed color, quickly changing from polished ebony to a natural skin tone, the teeth inside to polished white, and the lips to a lipstick color remarkably like the bright red "candy" color Riki liked to wear. Now she knew where she had seen that mouth before, and she shuddered- he was mimicking Riki's.

"But I have a solution for that, my little sex machine. Give me a kiss." Mona blinked. She gulped. She had thought about this since Riki first told her of her plans with Qet, but somehow, she had expected him to take the form of a man or woman - something she could relate to. Now she had to kiss a disembodied mouth on a long stalk, growing out of a blob of shiny black skin. A part of her recognized that he had refrained from forcing it on her, though he could have done so with ease. She fought with herself, then decided that it just didn't matter. She had already given up her sex, her breasts, her limbs, to her new (if temporary) master. Her mouth and throat were just more body parts, and they were his to do with as he (or Riki) pleased.

She smiled uncertainly, closed her eyes, and stretched forward. The mouth met hers, and a very realistic feeling tongue probed between her lips. She moved her own prodigious tongue into his mouth in turn, and was startled to hear him speak until she remembered that he could extrude a mouth wherever he wanted to. It struck her as funny, that he had achieved the old saying about being able to "breathe through his ears", until she realized what THAT implied.

Suddenly, she was both sobered, and weak in the knees. It ocurred to her that she was giving in to him. "Oho! Now Riki didn't tell me about that! Interesting! Much nicer than the other humans here. It is an enhancement, yes? Pity you can't do more with it, such as THIS."

She felt the tongue swell within her mouth then, felt his lips melting, flowing between hers, gripping her teeth, as he pressed inexorably into her, filling her mouth with a living gag. Within seconds, her cheeks were distended, and her mouth filled to capacity- she couldn't have uttered a sound more than a grunt. She hoped that Riki knew this... person? entity? better than she did. His capabilities were only now becoming clear, and once again, she knew fear.

"You know," he said from somewhere above her, "this gives me an extraordinary idea!" Rather than elaborate, he suddenly released her hands and feet, dropped from her breasts, let go her clitoris. She was now attached to the top of the parallels by a living gag wedged within her mouth.

As she watched, he thickened the connection, flowed off the bars, and began spreading himself over her head and neck. Before long, he had covered most of her torso in a heavy, thick layer, and was removed from the bars. He had thoughtfully left her face uncovered, but that was all.

"Now stand still, and Master Qet will show you something really different!" he said.

She felt the vibration of his speech on her ribs and realized he'd formed a mouth right on her back. He continued to flow over her body, with amazing speed, coating every inch of her in a thick layer that conformed perfectly to her contours. She felt the weight of him settle evenly upon her, and was amazed that he wasn't heavier. All the while, he kept that one pseudopod connected, filling her mouth, and stifling speech.

"Alright. This is going to be fun! Walk over to the mirror," he commanded.

Since her mouth was still gagged with him, she didn't bother attempting a reply. She walked over to the mirror wall. The feeling of his skin/ body covering hers in a heavy, tight, and warm embrace was similar, yet delightfully different from the rubbertex outfits she had come to love. The sight in the mirror however, staggered her. She appeared no different to the eye than if she had been dressed in one of Riki's skin-tight rubbertex catsuits! Qet's skin glistened like polished ebony over the entire surface of her body, revealing every ripple of her muscles, shaping each curve perfectly.

"What do you think? Perhaps some high heeled boots might be in order? They do feel so good to you, don't they? And of course, they can make walking sooo difficult.." With surprise, she felt her heels being lifted from beneath, and the faintest of flowing sensations over her legs, as Qet formed a pair of stiletto heels beneath her feet. Her feet bent slowly, being forced to curve back, conforming to an ever-increasing arch until she was forced up onto her toes. She had to grab the rail for balance.

When she looked down, she found herself wearing a pair of ballet-toed boots with heels that must have been fully 20cm tall or more. The boots flowed seemlessly into the rest of her "living suit". She felt a subtle stiffening around her legs, and tried flexing them. Her legs were now quite rigidly encased from the thighs down. She took her hand from the rail and tried to strut a few steps. Her "boots" were rigid, preventing her knees or ankles from bending, so she shifted her hips to lift her feet from the floor, swinging her legs in a comical strut, in an attempt to walk but lost her balance almost immediately and would have fallen headlong but for the rail.

"Here now, we can't have that!" said Qet's voice within her head (he was speaking right into her ears, she realized). "How about something to keep you upright?" Mona felt the soles of her "boots" soften and flow for a moment. She looked down to see a spreading pool below her. It shaped itself into a thin square tile about a meter on a side and perhaps one cm tall, then suddenly acquired the appearance of polished marble. Her boots never changed their shape or rigidity, and she marvelled at his control.

"There! Something to display my little mannequin on! Now then, first I'll add some color to those drab looking boots... no, no, not that, no," she heard, as the rigid material encasing her legs cycled quickly through various patterns and colors, finally settling on a brilliantly polished bright red, with black lines of trim.

She moved to center herself on the tile, but found that her boots were now stuck fast to it - she could not budge her feet (or any other part of her legs) a single centimeter. Of course, she thought - it's all part of him. Well, at least now I don't have to worry about falling over. She let go of the rail that she had been so desperately clinging to.

"Now then, perhaps a corset?"

Instantly, Mona felt her waist being very slowly but irresistibly compressed, could in fact SEE it eerily shrinking in the mirror. At the same time, lines appeared around her torso, imitating the design of a corset, executed in shining black and gold. In very short order, she was having a hard time getting air before she remembered to shift her breathing to her chest, which caused her ridiculously large bosom to heave provocatively. Her waist now looked as small as it ever had in any of Riki's corsets, shaping her into a perfect, if somewhat exaggerated, hourglass figure.

"Now about those teats of yours- there must be something we can do..."

She felt his flesh shift around her chest, felt her suit-lover, as she had come to think of him, gathering up her breasts. She felt thin tendrils invade her nipple piercings again, then she squirmed with pleasure as the tendrils thickened within, stretching her nipples. She watched in the mirror with distracted amusement as her nipples were drawn out into short thick fingers protruding within the coating of his flesh, then stared in awe as he compressed her breasts from the base forward, squeezing them out into incredible bullet shapes. The sensations were exquisite, but he was far from done with her yet.

"Okay. Now, I can do this."

She felt a sudden intense throbbing accompanied by quick repeated tugs within her nipples and breasts. She moaned her approval.

"Or, I can do this," he continued.

Sudden sharp pains shot through her breasts, then were gone just as quickly, before she could even trace their origin.

"You see," he added, "I can be a capricious piece of clothing. I think however, that I shall be quiet and entertain you. I get far more enjoyment from your pleasure than from your pain, and it is getting complicated enough without my having to talk too. Hang on to your libido human, this is going to be a great deal of fun!"

The first thing he did was to ooze over her face, covering all but her eyes and nostrils. Next the pseudopod gagging her mouth pushed at the back of her throat, then passed her windpipe and began slithering into her stomach. Once again, she was grateful for her suppressed gag reflex. She felt a surge of alarm, and wondered how safe this was, for her and for him! But Riki had told her that he, like all the Shapeshifters, had a physiology so alien, there were no diseases one could catch from them, and that they kept themselves fastidiously clean.

Nevertheless, the sensation of him filling her mouth to capacity, blocking speech, and now even filling her stomach, was incredibly arousing for her. Shortly after that, her "suit" could be felt fooling around in her crotch. He found and attached himself to each of her piercings, then a finger inserted itself into her cleft, rose higher, and thickened. And thickened. AND THICKENED, stretching her open. Just as she felt that she would burst, he stopped, and another pseudopod insinuated itself into her rear passage.

'Oh god', Mona thought. 'The way he's moving, what he's doing, he must know everything about me. Riki said she might tell him anything, or even everything. What if he..?'

The finger in her rear stretched her, swelled larger, filled her rectum to capacity. She felt it travelling even higher inside her, filling her insides from this new direction.

'Jee-zus', she thought, 'it's like an enema of living flesh! Oh god, it feels so good....'

The flow continued until her belly was visibly distended. She saw in the mirror how he had compensated for her swelling abdomen by changing the shape of her corset, yet the compression of her waist had not relented. She felt near to swooning, the sensations were so intense. More action in her crotch. He was getting into her clitoral piercing again. She ran her hands over her body, realizing it really wasn't hers any more. He had penetrated her and threaded through her in a way that no one else and no other thing ever could. He encapsulated her body, coated her skin, and filled her to overflowing from within.

At that point he must have noticed her caresses, because she found her arms being forced gently behind her, pulling toward the center of her back. She was grateful, suddenly, for her weekly yoga and Aikido sessions, because her arms were limber enough for what came next. Qet drew them back until they met from elbows to fingertips, before the `sleeves' covering them merged into a single glove from fingertips to shoulders. She writhed and wriggled above her rigid boots before that too, was made impossible - all at once and nothing first, his exterior turned completely hard and her entire body became rigidly encased in an unmoving shell of living armor from crown to toe. Now she was quite unable to participate in the festivities, as Qet proceeded to massage, manipulate, stroke, plunge, and tweak every sensitive spot on or within her body, from inside his rigid exterior.

Try as she might, she could not move a muscle - his form fit hers as if she had been dipped in black lacquer. As she watched in the mirror, both horrified and unbearably excited at the total control he possessed over her, she saw him change the color of his exterior. Her covering took on the appearance of natural human skin, gradually turning her into a nude hairless mannequin, flawlessly recreating her actual appearance on his exterior. She knew the illusion would be spoiled from behind, where her arms appeared to meld together, but she couldn't see that from her present position. Her first orgasm felt as though it would shatter her sanity, and waves of energy seemed to ricochet within the rigid exoskeleton. He began tugging and stretching her clitoris, while at the same time sucking on it softly. When he did the same to her nipples simultaneously, she exploded again, and seemed to lose consciousness for a time.

When she came back to her senses, she was still facing the mirror, and another, somewhat different pattern of stimulation was being applied. For spice, or just to show that he could, she felt him writhe within her belly, felt him slide up and down in her throat, while he pulsed and wriggled inside her rectum and vagina. She felt another wave approaching, if possible, even stronger than the last, felt it break over her, finally consuming her consciousness.

When she came to again, she was no longer standing up. She kept her eyes closed and carefully took stock of her situation. It felt as though she was sitting in a chair. Her arms were now free, and she was no longer held rigid, but by the firm pressure constricting her waist and the feelings of fullness throughout her body, she knew that Qet was still with her, still clothing her within himself. She opened her eyes.

To her surprise, she saw that Riki was leaning over her, a concerned look on her face. Riki stared at Mona's reshaped nude body with alarm. Her skin seemed flushed, a different shade than usual, as from heavy exertion. "Mona, are you alright? You fainted. What did he do to you? Where is he?"

At first, her lover gave no answer beyond a small moan. Then Mona smiled, reaching up slowly to touch Riki's face. Before Riki could react, Mona's skin seemed to become liquid, flowing rapidly beneath Riki's dress. By then, she was no longer able to pull away. The thick pink flesh continued to flow, enveloping her body, and then slowly, carefully, it began to draw the two women together.


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