She slowly came to. She could barely think of herself as Rebecca now. She could barely think at all. She just felt.

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With my mind racing I called out to Sir…. Help Sir, this pup was afraid, I felt alone, scared. Sir’s gentle voice was kind, reassuring. “Can I please have the muzzle off my mask?”“Of course pup. Relax, breathe”. She felt a sensation to one side. She turned and watched as a beam of light passed through her arm just after the shoulder. They were using a laser to cut her limbs off, she realized. She knew she was supposed to feel something was wrong with this. They came in a geyser of cum, milk, and vaginal juice. Rebecca felt herself utterly emptied out, released. The human part of her surrendered utterly to the rubber, to the thing, to the doll that she had become. The boy collapsed against her, spent. The girl, still half inside her, wriggled in afterglow.

As I lay I could feel my warm breath inside the muzzle of my leather dog mask. My heart began to race, fear was starting to rise. Please, what are you doing to me?" she asked frantically. "Who are you? Why am I all tied up?" Fear bubbled through every vein in her body. "Why won’t I need my license anymore?" she whispered, as tears began to stream down her face. "Are you going to kill me?" The EMO Kid then proceeded to the refrigerator and produced a cold beverage. He lifted me up to sit upright on the bed and proceeded to help me drink the beverage. “May I have another beverage”, I asked the EMO Kid. “In about fifteen minutes. You don’t want to drink too much too fast”, replied the EMO Kid. I was beginning to feel better, even though I was still sealed inside the Rubber Prison. I could feel the Chastity Device pressing against my Member. She gave herself to him then, milk pouring out of her into his waiting gullet. He squeezed her hard with his hand, and her rubber teat responded, pouring more of the frothy white liquid into him. Rebecca was suffused with an utterly new feeling, a glow, for every human touch was pure pleasure to her. She was nothing but rubber, milk and sensation, and she loved every second of it. She moaned silently. She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar.

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You see my dear," he went on, "I am slowly turning you into a rubbergirl. A living breathing hybrid of human and rubber. I set up the store you so gleefully entered to fund and act as a front for my experiments, and to find semi-willing victims. I am here to make your wildest fantasy come true—whether you like it or not." The cool air against my lips was comforting. I could hear my brother beside me, his breaths were deep, almost soleful. The man laughed delightedly. "No, my dear, I think you’re wonderful. Besides, I would never do anything so crude. To answer your questions: My name is Doctor Meeks. You won’t need your license anymore because your life is about to change. And you are all tied up because I have begun a series of injections which are already dissolving and reconstructing your body tissue, particularly your skeletal system and epidermis. If I unstrapped you, you would most likely flop to the floor like a jellyfish and probably hurt yourself. Measure around your natural waistline, at the point your waistband or belt usually sits. Inside Leg Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community