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Mms Transformation Second Thoughts

Mms Transformation Second Thoughts

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"Your figure looks amazing, dear," my wife complimented Cynthia as we walked with her through the visitor section of Chasti-Permalock's facility. Much more of the Metalmaid suit had been installed around her body since the last time we had visited and now everything below Cynthia's neck was encased in shiny titanium. Her suit's bodice surrounded her waist like a tight corset and gave her body a sleek hourglass figure. The top of the bodice pulled back Cynthia's shoulders and arched her back so that she would stand tall. At this point, she looked like a robot with a human head.

"Thank you, Mistress," Cynthia replied excitedly. "The Metalmaid suit really compressed my tummy. It was hard to breathe when the technicians first attached it but I'm getting used to taking short breaths."

"Does it feel similar to the rubber corset you would wear at home," my wife asked.

"Oh this suit's waist training is much stricter, Mistress," Cynthia gasped. "The rubber corset was flexible but this suit really makes it hard for me to do things like bend over.

"How does the rest of the suit feel," I asked.

"Everything feels so tight, Master," Cynthia answered.

"Do you like it better than the rubber bodysuit you used to wear at home," I pressed.

"This metal suit is cooler than the rubber suit but it's so...stiff," Cynthia explained. "Moving around is so much harder now. The suit's gloves have also made it harder to hold things tightly. Not to mention, I can't feel anything below my neck. Honestly, I have no idea how I'm supposed to clean and cook for you when my transformation is over."

"I'm sure you'll find a way," I assured Cynthia with a smile. Something seemed off about her since the beginning of our visit and as I stared at her it hit me. "Have you gotten taller?"

"Yes," Cynthia responded with a smile. "Last week, the technicians took me to the operating room and attached more metal to the bottom of my heels. I laid there for over two hours as the nanobots fused the metal pieces together and reshaped the soles of my boots. I thought it was because you ordered that."

"We did not. Perhaps building up the height of your boots is part of the transformation process," I suggested.

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"Perhaps," Cynthia agreed. As we approached a large picture window with a few couches in front of it, Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "I need to sit down." Cynthia shuffled over to the couch and rocked back and forth as she slowly turned herself around. I could see what she meant about the Metalmaid suit restricting her movements. Cynthia looked a lot like a large windup toy struggling to walk without falling over. She gingerly lowered her bottom to the seat. The weight of her suit pulled her down and she winced as she landed on the cushions.

"Are you okay, dear," my wife asked with concern in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Cynthia. "The rod in my rear stabbed into me when I sat down."

"I see your nether regions are still adjusting to their new additions," I commented.

"Yes, Master," Cynthia agreed. "The one in the front is much worse. It's constantly shifting inside of me when I walk."

"I'll bet there are some benefits to that," I said with a grin.

Cynthia sighed and looked down. "Not really. It definitely teases me but it doesn't move unless I'm moving so it can't bring me over the edge. It just wiggles around when I'm walking and stabs into me when I bend over."

"Just give it time," I assured her. "I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Give it time..." Cynthia repeated. She started breathing faster and tears began streaming down her eyes. "That's what everyone here keeps saying. 'Give it time.' Well, I have given it time! My feet have been aching ever since my heels were raised. My body feels like it weighs a ton. I move like a tortoise! And these rods..." Cynthia pointed between her legs. "These rods are pure torture!"

My wife and I were taken aback. This was the first time Cynthia expressed any negative feelings towards her Metalmaid suit. She raised her titanium covered hands and buried her face into them.

"Oh, dear," my wife cooed as she sat down next to Cynthia, wrapping her arms around the crying young woman.

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"I know that you're hugging me," Cynthia wept through her hands. "I can feel the warmth of your body holding me still through my metal suit but I can't feel you." Cynthia peeked at her feet through her fingers. "If Chasti-Permalock's nanobots can raises my heels and reshape my soles, do you think they can make other changes?"

"What other changes would you have them make," I inquired.

"Do you think they could...open this Metalmaid suit," Cynthia asked. "Could they let me out?" There was a hint of hope in her shaky voice.

"But, I thought you wanted this, dear," my wife interjected. She whispered compassionately, "You never complained about being wrapped up and restrained before. Remember when you spent two days chained to the wall in the den? You were covered from head to toe in rubber with some rather large toys buzzing inside of you. When we unchained you and opened the suit, you were a dazed and sweaty mess but you still radiated such pleasure and contentment through your exhaustion."

"That's just it..." Cynthia continued. "You released me. I could let myself drift into subspace because I knew that you would bring me back out of it." She lifted her face out of her hands and stared at the shiny titanium that covered her arms. "This suit is cutting me off from the world around me. Each time a new piece gets added on, I become more of a prisoner. In less than two weeks, the helmet will be sealed around my head and I'll be trapped in here...forever."

"You're the one who brought up the idea of getting a Metalmaid suit," I reminded her softly. "Your Mistress and I have paid Chasti-Permalock a hefty sum to make your dream come true. A sum that, may I add, is not refundable."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Cynthia asked in a defeated tone. She ran her stiff metal fingers through her long hair and started crying again. "They're going to remove my hair in a day or two. They're going to shave my head and use a laser to make sure that my hair doesn't grow back. Before the last day, they're even going to remove my eyebrows."

My wife stroked Cynthia's cheek as she continued to embrace her tightly.

"A Metalmaid has no need for hair," I explained. "If your hair continues to grow under the helmet, it could damage the machinery, put too much pressure on your head, or even strangle you."

"It's too much!" Cynthia began to hyperventilate. "It's all happening too fast. Please...make them stop," she begged.

I could see that Cynthia's dismay was upsetting my wife so I knelt down and took hold of my wife's hand and Cynthia's hand. "Be strong," I said while looking each of them in the eyes. "This transition period will be very emotional...for all of us. It'll all be over soon and then we can spend the rest of our lives having fun at home."

Cynthia looked at me with tears in her eyes, "How could you do this to me?"

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