House Training
By RH Music
CHAPTER 7
The next day I was dropped off back in the makeup room. With a sigh, I sat down in the makeup chair. At least it would be more pleasurable than the exercise room, I reasoned.
The chair slid up to the bench but didn't do anything else. No anal probe, no sucking my penis.
"Drat," I thought to myself. I had actually been looking forward to the warm pulsing around my genitals.
I applied the makeup as instructed (wash, moisturize, foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, lip-liner, lipstick, fresh coat of nail polish, touch-up eyebrows) and put on the brunette, shoulder-length wig it provided.
It looked good. From the neck up, I could barely recognize myself. Instead, I saw an intelligent, wide-eyed woman peering back. A bit square-jawed, perhaps, with a nose a bit too large, but the makeup softened both of those mannish features into something that could easily pass in public, I thought.
But what was this? Was I proud of my appearance? Shouldn't I be fighting this more fiercely?
"Must be the drugs," I thought, "and the brainwashing. I'm getting more pliable and submissive."
The chair clicked and slid away from the bench. I looked up and saw the exit door open.
But it was a different exit door which opened this time. So instead of the return hallway, I walked into another new room.
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This new room was well lit, with a full-length floor-to- ceiling mirror on one wall and a series of doors on the second wall. The other walls were blank.
"**TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 7: FIGURE AND DRESS **"
"Geez, how many levels are there?" I wondered.
"** Please step into the closet **"
Said the voice in my ear.
I looked up to see one of the doors on the side wall open up. The closet was very small, really no larger than a phone booth, with a low ceiling.
I walked up to the closet and stopped at the door.
"** Step into the pants. **"
I looked down and saw a pair of flesh-colored rubber pants hovering about a foot (30cm) off the floor, attached to the wall by some cables and tubes and a pair of metal arms. The arms looked like a mechanical valet, waiting to help me to dress. Figuring that this could be no worse than the exercise leotard, I stepped into the pants. Underneath the pants were two holes in the floor, about 6 inches (15cm) deep. As I threaded each foot through the leg holes of the pants, I stepped down and placed each foot into a hole.
"** Reach up and grab the handles. **"
I looked up. In the (low) ceiling were two holes that matched the two holes in the floor, and recessed inside these holes were handles. I put my hands into the holes and grabbed the handles.
"** Thank you **"
Said the ever-polite house computer, into my earpiece.
**HHHSST**
The openings to the holes in the floor and ceiling closed about my wrists and ankles. The edges of the holes were trimmed in hard rubber, which pressed firmly, but not painfully, against my wrists and ankles. I was trapped.
"Par for the course," I thought to myself. "Why exactly, do I let this happen to me?"
A motor behind the wall started whirring and with a jerk the metal valet-arms began to rise, slowly sliding the rubber pants up my legs.
With a *snap!* and a hiss, an air pump also started. I looked down at the pants and mumbled, "Uh-oh!"
In the front of the pants was a large funnel, now aimed directly at my cock and balls. As the funnel got closer I felt air moving around my legs and genitals, and then with a *floop* my penis was sucked into the funnel with my balls right behind. The funnel bent backwards, drawing my penis and balls down between my legs.
"ACK!" The entire inside of the pants were coated with some cold, sticky gloop. As the arms pulled ever higher -- forcing the pants up, over my hips, and over my waist, my cheeks, crotch, legs and stomach -- all parts of my lower torso squished into the sticky substance on the inside of the pants. I danced my body back and forth, trying to get more comfortable. The pants were sculpted (like the makeup- chair), and had a fold that rose up between my buns, lifting and separating the cheeks. I felt my asshole exposed to the open air behind me.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
With a series of aggressive tugs the arms seated the pants firmly, trapping and squeezing my body from my hips to my legs. My penis was now forced down between my legs and my balls were pushed up inside my body.
"*Whew*" I breathed a sigh of relief as the arms and vacuum hose (which had been sucking my penis) detached from the pants.
*SLAM*
The closet door closed behind me. What now?!?
It was completely dark inside. I heard random thumping and whirring all around me. After a second I felt something brushing my nipples.
Jerking back to avoid whatever it was in front of me, I slammed against something behind me! And then what felt like two big cushions pushed against the front and back of my chest, squeezing my chest and cradling my body. The cushion in front spread sticky goo over my male-breasts. I heard an air pump again, and then felt my nipples being sucked into some tube running into the cushion in front of me.
And then... Hot! Halogen heat lamps on all sides burned white-hot around the pants, literally baking them to my body, and the cushions heated up as well. I tried to pull myself out of the way, but the cushions and the cuffs held me firm.
30 seconds of heat, then *click*, *thump*, *click*, *click* -- the heat lamps clicked off, the cushions receded, the door opened, and the cuffs released me. I stumbled backwards out of the closet, gratefully feeling the cool air of the room.
I looked down. "Oh my God, I have breasts!" I shouted.
Big ones too, size D. The cushion in front had glued breast forms onto my chest, and now they were epoxied to my skin. I held up my arms to cradle them, as they pulled heavily and almost painfully on my skin.
The breast forms where clearly a standard prosthetic, but when I brushed the nipples I got a surprise: I could feel my own nipples being tweaked! I brushed them gently and realized that there was some kind of connection (electrical? mechanical?) between the two.
I tentatively tried pinching a nipple. "Ow!" I received a painful pinch on my own.
I sat down on the floor to collect my wits and noticed something else weird. The pants were padded! I felt around.
Padding had been added to my ass and hips. I felt between my legs.
"Oh my God!" I spread my legs and looked.
A vagina. A realistic looking foam-rubber vagina was where my penis should be. It had dark brown pubic hair and various soft, spongy folds. But what I really couldn't believe was that it was wet and lubricated. The soft spongy folds had been apparently soaked in a slippery lubricant that oozed out when I squeezed them. I held my fingers up to my nose and sniffed - only a very slight musky odor. I tasted it too. A kind of salty/buttery flavor.
Increasingly curious, I reached between my legs and felt around some more. There was a nubbin where my clitoris was. Like the nipples, whenever I tweaked or pinched the clitoris, the tip of my penis was tweaked or pinched -- they were connected together somehow. I could feel my penis trapped just under the surface, and I felt something else - an opening. I had a vaginal orifice.
The pants were designed so I could be fucked. The invading penis would slip in and slide up into a flexible tube, through some padding, and eventually over my stomach, all of which was carefully hidden by the padding in the pants.
Just then I saw myself in the mirror on the wall. What I saw staring back at me was a woman. She was doe-eyed and blushing with shoulder-length hair, tasteful makeup, wet and inviting lips, large breasts and sensuous curves.
She looked back at me with a look of fear and wonder.
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I must have fainted, because I suddenly found myself lying down, face pressed against the floor. I sat up slowly, holding my aching head in my hands.
"** (Ting) My name is Jennifer. **"
Said the earpiece.
"My name is Jennifer," I mumbled, automatically repeating the computer.
"** (Ting) I love my new body. **"
"I love my new body."
I hugged myself tightly, scared about these new prosthetics and wondering if I would ever get them off. I tried working a finger into the waistband of the rubber pants, but they had been securely glued to my body. I wouldn't be able to take them off without taking off a millimeter of skin as well.
"** (Ting) I have been made to please my man. **"
"I have been made to please my man."
I ran my hands over my breasts and hips, and then finally over my new pussy. I couldn't help it, but a sexual thrill passed through my body. My cock shifted uncomfortably in it's rubber prison. I winced in pain.
"** (Ting) I want to learn how to please my man. **"
"I want to learn how to please my man."
"** Thank you **"
With a click, a second door opened up. It was another closet, only this time it was larger.
"Not this again..." I whined.
Attached to the opposite wall of the closet I saw a corset and shoes just like I had been forced to use earlier in my 'Posture' level. Looking to the left, I saw other clothes hung up. The hanger was hung from hooks on a track, like you see at the cleaners. I guessed that the computers in the house could choose different clothes based on its mood... or whatever.
"** Please put on the garter belt. **"
The voice spoke into my ear piece.
After searching for a moment or two I found a lacy garter belt to wear.
"** (Ting) I love wearing garters to please my man. **"
Dutifully I repeated the words: "I love wearing garters to please my man."
"** Please put on the stockings. **"
I found the pair of gauzy, thigh high stockings. I put them on, making sure the seams were straight in back, and attached them to the garters. They felt nice as they smoothly slid up my legs, trapping my feet and toes in a gauzy web.
"** (Ting) Garters and stockings make me feel so sexy for my man. **"
"Garters and stockings make me feel so sexy for my man," I rolled my eyes. This was getting a bit corny. Still, I noticed a twinge from my penis in sheath between my legs. Was all this making me horny?
"** Please step into the shoes. **"
Reluctantly, I walked over and stepped into the shoes, with my back to the wall. I noticed that the shoes were a bit taller than before, with nearly four inch heels.
"** Put your hands over your head. **"
I did as instructed.
"** Thank you. **"
The straps on the shoes tightened up, and the corset lowered from above. I threaded my hands through the corset and it settled around my waist and then it too, began to tighten.
A couple of things. First the corset tightened much tighter than before! I thought my ribs would crack before it was done. Second, it was much smaller, top to bottom, than the "posture trainer" had been. Maybe a foot wide this time; it left my breasts free at the top, and stopped at my hips at the bottom.
**SNAP**
The corset and shoes were released from the wall and I tottered forward.
"** (Ting) Sexy shoes and a stringent corset make me look all woman for my man! **"
I repeated the words, "Sexy shoes and a stringent corset make me look all woman for my man!" I swear the computer was actually sounding a bit as if it enjoyed my predicament.
"** (Ting) I love my corset! **"
"I love my corset..."
"** (Ting) I want to wear my corset all day, every day! **"
"Ummm..." I hesitated this time, again wondering what I was getting into. Still, the thrill of submission won out, and I repeated the phrase, "I want to wear my corset all day, every day!"
The rest of the clothing continued as before. I had to put on a pair of cotton panties, a satin bra, this incredibly sexy short red halter dress (with a scoop neckline), a pearl necklace, some dangly clip-on earrings, a bracelet, perfume, and some rings.
Each time I was given a little phrase to repeat:
"** (Ting) I love clothes which reveal my body for my man! **"
"** (Ting) I must smell nice for my man! **"
"** (Ting) Earrings make me look special for my man! **"
"** (Ting) A bracelet reminds me to be obedient for my man! **"
By the time I was done, I was automatically adding "for my man!" to the ends of all my sentences.
As I stepped out of the closet and into the main room, I stopped in shock as I came face to face with my image in the full-length mirror.
I was gorgeous.
An incredibly beautiful woman in red: sexy, curvy, with large breasts and a luscious ass, and oh-so-kissable lips. I could not believe it.
"** Thank you. Now please continue to the next room. **"
The exit door clicked open and I walked through it.
...continued in Chapter 8
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