I closed my eyes and laid back on the operating table in the center of one of Chasti-Permalock's many Metalmaid operating rooms. Memories from the last forty-five days at their facility flashed before me. I thought about the day my feet had been encased into steep metal ballet boots that forced me to walk on my toes. I remember trying to wiggle my toes only to realize that they were no longer individual units but a solid part of the shoes that covered them.
I thought about the day my legs were covered in shiny titanium plates. I spent hours admiring them in the mirror and running my hands up and down the smooth metal surface. I remembered the day my waist was crammed into the slim metal bodice that now encapsulated it. My stomach felt like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed and my lungs were no longer able to fill themselves with air. I spent days learning how survive on short shallow breaths and small meals. I savored each bite, realizing that soon, I would no longer eat with my mouth. A feeding tube would be installed in my throat and I would never again taste my meals. The mix of anticipation and trepidation running through my heart, made every bite taste all the more delicious.
As soon as I got used to the bodice around my waist, the technicians at Chasti-Permalock installed the top portion of the bodice around my shoulders, chest, and back. The new metal addition pulled back my shoulders, arched my back, and forced my breasts to stick out more than I was comfortable with. I spent a whole week learning how to walk on my ballet booted feet with a posture that made me look like a call girl. The humiliating second glances that people gave me as I hobbled down the grey metal halls made me self conscious but also awakened something arousing in my loins. Loins which by that point had been permanently locked away under the titanium shell of my ever expanding Metalmaid suit.
I wiggled my titanium covered fingers and thought back to the day when my arms had been encased in the same metal that covered my legs. By that point, all of the extra metal attached to my body began to weigh me down and I could feel my muscles ache at the end of each day as I laid in bed. After giving me a few days to get used to my metal arms, my hands were inserted into metal gloves that were fused to my skin by the same nanobots. I tried touching everything around me but couldn't feel anything. I gently brushed my new hands against my cheeks but could only feel the warm metal digits on my face.
The next addition was the rigid neck corset and metal helmet. The Chasti-Permalock technicians shaved all of the hair off of my head and used their specialized lasers to ensure that none of it grew back. I cried as I watched my hair fall to the floor in chunks. The metal neck corset was attached to me like a tall slave collar that forced me to hold my chin up. Specialized earplugs were fused into each of my earholes before two halves of the large metal helmet confined my head to its permanent position. From that day on, I could not move my neck at all. Whenever I needed to look to my side, I would have to turn my entire body! Eating also became a lot more difficult. I couldn't feel the utensils I was trying to grab my food with and I couldn't bend down enough to see where I was aiming. I found that standing up next to a table and eating made things a little easier because I could bend my waist to see my plate but all of that extra standing literally kept me on my toes.
