Jennas Transformation

Chasti-Permalock's technicians hurried around the operating room running tests and preparing their instruments as I walked in to the sterilized zone. The smell of the germicide spray I had just passed through lingered in my nose. It was a slight inconvenience that everyone in the room had to go through to prevent any microorganisms from complicating today's procedure. I looked at the center of the room to see my Jenna reclining on the operating table with her eyes closed and took a moment to admire the shiny titanium suit that covered her body from neck to toe.

Jenna had spent the last forty-five days at the Chasti-Permalock facility, slowly having pieces of her Metalmaid suit wrapped around her body parts and fused to her skin. Her feet had been encased into steep metal ballet boots that forced her to walk on her toes. Her long legs were covered in shiny metal plates that accentuated their length. Her torso had been enclosed by a strict metal bodice that kept her back arched and her breasts pushed forward. Her arms were surrounded by the same rigid titanium plates as her legs while her delicate hands were confined to specially made metal gloves. All the while, the thinner flexible parts of her Metalmaid suit peeked out from between the thick plates.

I bent down, gently lifting her titanium covered hands and holding them in mine. Jenna's eyes opened and she looked at me with a contented smile. The Metalmaid suit's collar and helmet is designed to prevent its wearer from moving her head in any direction. Her neck will be held still for the rest of her life. Even at that point, she was only be able to look forward so I made sure to keep my face in her view. "I remember when you used to wear rubber gloves and pretend it was your second skin," I said. "Now, look at you."

Jenna looked at her robotic hands and giggled. "I used to pretend they were a part of me. Now, my fantasy has come true," she squealed.

"Can you feel anything," I asked.

"I can feel the warmth of your hands through the titanium," Jenna replied. "And the pressure of your hands over mine. That's about it."

I ran my hand up and down Jenna's titanium bodice, feeling the warmth of her body under the smooth metal shell. "Remember, when you graduated to rubber catsuits?"

"Mmm," she moaned softly. "I could spent a whole day in one of those. They made me feel sexy, like an object."

"How does this compare," I asked.

"This is so much more arousing," Jenna answered. "I don't have to remove this suit to clean it." She giggled, "I can't remove it. And the nanobots take care of my bodily fluids. Unlike a rubber catsuit, I'm not swimming in a pool of my own sweat."

I looked at Jenna anxiously. "This is the final procedure. Are you sure you don't want to tell anyone else so you can say...goodbye?"

"I would rather be anonymous," Jenna assured me. "I would be embarrassed if people I knew from my life knew that I had given into my desires."

I smiled and caressed her face, enjoying the feeling of her soft cheeks for the last time. Jenna closed her eyes contently and leaned into my touch as I felt her two robotics hands gently holding my own. "Once the procedure is over, there's no going back," I warned her. "You'll never be able to feel anything again."

"I knew when I signed up that this would be my existence from now on."

I looked up as a technician placed the polished titanium face shield next to her table. The outside of the face shield was so shiny that I could see my reflection in it. On the inside, I could see the LCD screens that would connect to her suit's cameras and serve as Jenna's only windows to the outside world for the rest of her life.

"Once the face shield is fused to your helmet," I gently remind her, "We'll never be able to free you."

"I have no expectation of being free," she whispered in a comforting tone.

"Sir," the head technician interrupted. "We are ready to begin."

I placed my forehead against Jenna's forehead and closed my eyes. "I'll miss you," I whispered.

"I'll always be with you," she assured me as she held my face in her metal hands. Then Jenna added with a sly smile, "And I will follow all of your commands."

I stepped back as the technicians began their work. The first technician opened the vents in Jenna's neck and released nanobots down her throat to build a tunnel that connected her neck vents to her lungs and sealed away her vocal cords. The next technician inserted two small plugs made of a special rubber polymer into each of her nostrils. I watched the soft tissue of her nose inflate as the plugs expanded to fill her nostrils.

"Too bad," I thought to myself. "The last thing she'll ever smell is that germicide spray."

As Jenna kept twitching her nostrils in an attempt to get comfortable with the plugs, another technician lifted a large hollowed out plug made of the same rubber polymer into her view. "Please open your mouth," he said in a tone that implied he wasn't really asking. She compliantly opened her mouth and accepted the large plug as the technician inserted the her feeding tube through the hollowed out center. The plug sat limply in her mouth as the nanobots worked to extend her feeding tube down her throat and connect it to her stomach. "Deactivating Metalmaid's movement," stated the technician. "Initiating final gagging process." Suddenly, the plug in her mouth began to expand! The rubber polymer pushed her tongue down, wrapped itself around her teeth, and began to make her slim cheeks bulge. Her eyes shot open and she made a disgusted face.

"What's going on?!" I demanded.

"Nothing to worry about sir," replied the technician. "The rubber polymer has a bitter taste that takes some time to get used to."

"Get used to?"

"Well, yes sir. A Metalmaid lives her entire life tasting nothing but the bitter rubber polymer. It's part of the experience."

I looked back at Jenna to see her cheeks bulging and her wide eyes frantically looking around. Jenna strained to move but her disabled Metalmaid suit made any motion impossible. The last technician picked up the shiny titanium face shield and casually walked behind the chair. Jenna's wide eyes looked up as the face shield began to descend upon her. Jenna frantically looked at me and blinked twice. Then, she looked up again to see the LCD screens cover her eyes and the face shield connect with her helmet and plunge her into darkness. A soft hiss erupted from the edges of her face shield and in seconds the nanobots had fused it to the rest of her Metalmaid suit. The procedure was over and Jenna's greatest fantasy had been fulfilled. My Jenna was gone and only Metalmaid remained...my Metalmaid.