"That's the spirit. You really are dedicated."
"I just want to give my best here."
"Stay here, I'll go grab the helmet and the protective boots. They're not completely safe when the suit is loose." Sammy stood still, feeling the lube and her sweat cooling on her bare head. Dr. Barrows returned soon afterwards, with two black plastic rods and a small bundle of additional rubber. "Lights out time, I'm afraid," Dr. Barrows said as she dropped the rods and started to stretch the neck hole of the "helmet" out. As it slid over Sammy's scalp, two sharp bits scraped her. As Dr. Barrows smoothed the mask over Sammy's face, Sammy fiddled with the sharp bits until two earphones popped into her ears. Her mouth and chin were left uncovered, and she stretched her jaw, feeling the opening slip as she did so. "I'll seal that, then sit back on the cabinet." Sammy felt Dr. Barrows tugging a thin membrane from around the neck line of the mask, then quickly squeezed it to the neck of the suit.
"Hey, no choking me!" Sammy said, making some fake gagging sounds.
"This needs to stick tightly to fuse, so just tell me if it's too hard."
"No, you're fine, it's just you having your hands around my neck made me think of it."
"Ok, I think it's set, lean back." Sammy followed her instruction, and felt something hard pushed against her left shin. It was long, and forced Sammy's foot into a pointed position. As it was pushed upwards, Sammy's toes fell into shallow grooves, and a hard plastic base pressed against her sole. There was a loud "SNAP!" as the rear was pushed forward, locking the boot around Sammy's ankle and lower calf. The process was repeated, and then Dr. Barrows helped Sammy to stand up. She wobbled unsteadily, but with the hand around her waist guiding her, she was able to traverse the room until she was spun around and felt a table behind her to sit on.
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"Almost done now," Dr. Barrows said as she helped Sammy lie down on the table. "Top or bottom first?"
"Um..." Sammy tried to consider, settling quickly on "Top?"
"Great! Open wide, then," Sammy complied, and then tasted mint as a spray misted into her mouth.
"Mmmm," she hummed.
"Stay open," Dr. Barrows said sharply, causing Sammy to open even wider. She then felt a soft silicone tube push into her mouth, then continue into her throat. "Breathe for me," she heard as she felt her neck spasming. Her nose felt closed, but she realized she could pull air through the tube. The gag continued deeper, before a small V-shaped scoop lifted her tongue into a small channel, flattening it. "Now bite down," Dr. Barrows said, and as Sammy did so, her teeth fit into a bite shaped depression. As her throat calmed as the intruder refused to budge, she felt a network of straps criss-cross her head as here gag was buckled into place.
While still trying to adjust to the gag, feeling how it filled her so completely, she felt a tickle in her left nostril. She shook her head until a hand gripped her jaw tightly. "We're almost done, I want to get these inserted quickly." Sammy thought it felt like a mile of tube had been inserted into her nose, followed by the feeling of bloating as a retaining balloon inflated deep in her stomach. The tube was tugged to ensure it was secure, and then a small bit of putty was used to seal her other nostril completely.
"Bottom time now," Sammy heard very close to her ear. This is even more uncomfortable, so I'm going to strap your ankles while I do it." True to her word, Sammy's legs were spread, and two thick straps held them in place. Her anus was quickly lubricated, followed by a thick pointed device. More balloons inflated inside and out kept it in position and forced Sammy's asshole to feel stretched open. Dr. Barrows wiggled it around a bit to test the seal, followed by a few more puffs to make it tighter.
"What have I gotten into?" Sammy asked herself as she felt her labia spread open. She jerked as a small pinch indicated her bladder was not safe from the preparations either. It felt weird to have no control, and as her urine drained out, some of the freed space was consumed by the balloon holding the catheter in place.
"Final step," Dr. Barrows whispered to herself, pulling the dildo from it's protective bag. She rubbed it with lube, and with a small twist, slid it into Sammy. Sammy felt it spread her open, then felt as a wider bulge pushed against her lips. She involuntarily contracted her muscles, but eventually the constant pressure won out, and with a rough gasp through her breathing tube, the dildo settled into place.
The straps holding her legs apart were released, and a new one wrapped around her knees. "Test, test. Sammy, raise your hand if you can hear me," Dr. Barrows said through the earphones. Sammy raised both hands, feeling a gentle squeeze as her right hand found another. "Great, you're doing marvelously. I need to prep one thing, then I'm going to need to you to walk over with me, keeping everything in place, ok?" Sammy gave her double thumbs up, resigned to whatever treatment she was in for. A few minutes passed, and then the hand was back, helping her to slide to the edge and onto her feet. She felt heavy, with all of the devices crammed into her body, and the gag made her unconsciously tilt her head to look at the ceiling.
Dr. Barrows helped her settle onto her back, and the strap around her knees was removed. She felt something slide over her feet, and the temperature change made her realize that she was being covered in another layer of lubricated material. Her boots slid through two leg holes, which were sewn together to prevent her legs from moving independently. As the fabric continued up, she felt a padded foam base push up against her crotch. The sudden chilly ooze made her shiver, but she allowed her arms to be guided into two sleeves sewn into the side of the suit. When her hands reached the end of the sleeves, she found three finger slots, and pushed her thumb in one, and two fingers in each of the others. Other foam pads pushed into her armpits, and then the fabric was pulled tight around her neck, sealing her in from chin down. She felt Dr. Barrows fiddling with the devices stuffed inside her, followed by a bag pulling down over her head as well.
Dr. Barrows looked down at her test subject, lying on the floor in the loose outer suit. Starting again at Sammy's feet, she tightened a series of velcro straps across the front, pulling the sleepsack tight against her body. She checked the containment case was ready, pouring half of the remaining fluid from the bucket the sleep sack had been soaking in into the bottom. She picked up the controller, softly saying, "I need to move you now, Sammy" into the microphone.
Changing gloves, she shimmied Sammy's body over the edge of the containment case, letting her push the fluid up the sides. She adjusted the ends of Sammy's boots, finding their locking pins and clicking them into place. She arranged the neck corset built into the back of the case before buckling it tightly closed. A small lever on the side of the corset was then flicked a few times, ratcheting the corset connection further up, straining Sammy's neck.
Ten minutes later, all of the connections had been attached to their respective ports, and Dr. Barrows dumped the remainder of the bucket over Sammy's top. She closed the top of the case, ensuring the pins in the top of the case entered their matching holes cleanly. After inspecting the rubber gasket that the pins held in place, she gave a sharp push, pushing teeth on the pins past the spring loaded lock mechanism. She pulled the pressure gun from the workbench, and began to inject more of the slow setting glue into the case with Sammy.
"Final connections and interment," Dr. Barrows narrated to herself. She wheeled the steel pipe "suspension mechanism" from it's storage location against a wall with a dolly, dropping it over Sammy's containment case. Lifting Sammy's feet first, she clipped steel cables to both the case and the pipes, repeating the process with Sammy's head. Four more cables were attached down her sides, before Sammy was wheeled to the "test facility.
Pushing the pry bar into the thin gutter in the floor by the wall, Dr. Barrows lifted the wall plate up, letting the rounded back slide the heavy concrete slab onto the floor. This left a two feet by two feet square in the wall, through which she slid Sammy and her suspension frame into the seven feet deep tomb in the wall. She collected the cables, and made sure they were all connected to their appropriate ports on a metal panel on the left wall. Finally, the pry bar was used to lever the wall plate back into place.
