her sides.
Next, he brought out a leather “single glove”, or arm-binder, and
pulling “Flora’s” arms to the rear, slid it over them to his
shoulders. Two straps secured it around his shoulders, and then Dodds
laced it up tightly, pulling “Flora’s” arms toward each other, and
thrusting out his breasts.
Snapping a lead to each of their collars, he led them to the basement
stairs, “Flora” tottering about on his impossible heels, and “Jason’s”
leather harness creaking and squeeking.
Mr. Dodds pulled out of his pocket a small vial, and opening it,
dropped several large pink and blue capsules onto his palm. “I hope
you enjoy this my love,” he muttered under his breath, “it was a deal
of trouble getting these.”
He opened each capsule and poured the contents into the funnel at the
end of Mandy’s stomach-tube. This done, he picked up the plastic
pitcher he had brought downstairs. He poured the thick liquid into the
funnel.
“Carnation’s best, my love, bon appetite!,” he said, though he knew she
could hear nothing. As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile
upon the slab, her stomach moving visibly.
“She’s full now, I’ll bet,” he muttered.
Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from
its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer.
The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy’s motionless side
appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor
modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one
hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket.
In this case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read:
ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound
–> ask for it by name <–
After listening to Mandy’s breathing and looking over various fittings
once more, he went to work. He turned on the compressor and donned a
filtered respirator to protect himself from the spray. Soon, a smooth
coating of latex rubber began to build up on the statuesque female form
stuck to the slab. It covered everything: the blindfold, the mouth
fitting and the seams of her suit, with a glossy black shine.
When he had a smooth coat applied, he waited several minutes for the
volatile carrier to evaporate. He knelt down, running his hands over
the now-dry coating. It was a perfect coating of rubber, smooth and
flexible, and it partially glazed over all the little seams and
imperfections, creating a seamless glossy covering. The chest of his
sculpture rose and fell as the living woman inside breathed slowly and
deeply, at the insistence of the respirator whirring in the corner. He
stepped back and began the next coat.
In her rubber confinement, Mandy was slowly cooling off from the
exercise of coming downstairs. She was amazed at how rigidly Mr. Dodds
had managed to fasten her down. She decided that he must have actually
glued her suit to something. He definitely gets to buy me a few new
suits, she told herself.
After a while, she felt a pressure building in her stomach. He must be
feeding me something, she thought. This is silly- why couldn’t he have
fed it to me before I suited up. Unless… unless it’s something he
thinks I wouldn’t normally eat, but that’s dumb- he’s seen me eat raw
oysters, what could be worse than that? Ugh, I don’t want to think
about that, I have too colorful an imagination.
Then she remembered the over-size enema tube and plug.
…End of the part65. To be continued..