Body By Mew!

Brenda sighed expansively.  Ever since the accident with... Kelly, her name was? Ever since that accident at one of the branches back east, the Body By You costume outlet she managed had been swamped by people obsessed with being sealed away, bound, or in other ways perverse, and sadly little else, to the chagrin of its painfully vanilla store manager.  

Hardly a day went by when Brenda didn't curse whoever it was that was reponsible for the Kelly incident, whoever let it slip, or let someone catch a glimpse of her while she was sealed up, and more or less everyone connected with the whole affair.  Ever since then, the freaks had REALLY started coming out of the woodwork.  Brenda wished she had the authority to put her outlet up for new management, she just couldn't take this anymore, but there wasn't a chance the company woudl let her just up and quit, she'd been on the development team, so she'd be a ripe pick for competitors.

What was going on today? So far not a peep, Brenda was thinking of closing down early, and... hoofbeats? What the hell? She gagged a little as the source of the sounds came into view.  Freaks.  Figures.  

The ponyboy was definately in a BBY costume, robin's egg blue from head to toe, no eyes, no mouth, arms just a slight bump in the middle of his back under the saddle sticking out from his shoulders.  There was a thick harness belted around his waist, but the front had been left dangling open, so Brenda could see that the pony was at least enjoying himself, if the fact that the 8 inchest of featureless cylinder sticking out from between his legs was flagpole hard.  

He was attatched to a small chariot behind him by 5 chains, 4 of which were slightly slack, and looked to be bolted through him at the shoulders and hips, but that was probably a trick of the costume, the fifth was taut, and deeply embedded in his rear.  Brenda didn't particularly like that fact that she easily figured out that the one in his rear was how he actually pulled the chariot, while the others were for controlling him, she hated that sort of thing, after all.  

The saddle betrayed that the passenger in the covered chariot was female, namely since no male could RIDE that saddle, due to being one nether orifice short to accommodate the upward facing plugs.  Brenda doubted anyone could fit plugs of that size inside them, anyhow, but that was an entirely different issue.

A red ballet heel emerged from the covered chariot to strike the central chain sharply, bringing the pony to a stop by the window, a very sultry voice called out from the carriage, "Do be a dear and open the rear entrance? I've come to put the finishing touched on my carriage, and i certainly can't get him n the front."

Brenda sighed, grumpily going and letting the woman and her ponyboy in, sharply inhaling in shock, then cursing herself for it, as the woman stepped from the chariot.  She was naked red rubber fron head to toe, stylized curved demon horns arching back through her firey hair, curling once behind her.  

Her nipples were almost achingly visible, although the gap between her breasts was filled in to make a solid shelf of titflesh, with a crevice Brenda couldn't fathom the purpose of where a normal woman would have cleavage, and her crotch was a smooth featureless expanse, with no hint it  had ever been otherwise, the only hair on her body that of her scalp, her legs flowed seamlessly into ultra-heels, her balance somehow stable even though each foot has been reduced to the barest tips of her toes and a needle sticking down fron her heel.Brenda choked out a polite "What.. can i do for you?"

The woman grinned mischeviously, producing a pair of CDs from her cleavage pouch, "I just moved here, i started assembling an ensemble of costumes before i left, and i'd rather like to finish it.  They'd already finished writing the programs before i transferred to this area."

Brenda took the CDs, grunting a little as the woman followed her back to the counter in the front of the shop, leaving the pony and chariot over by the equipment.  She didn't want to say any more than she had to to the woman, so she didn't complain when the woman moved to stand behind her as Brenda loaded up the first disk.

It was all she could do to keep her lunch from repatriating ot the outside world when she saw the conditional list scroll by, and the materials selections.  The wearer would eternally be without... hell without ANY sensory input other than their crotch!  Well, they could hear on an ultralow radio frequency, but the range of that kind of signal would be nothing more than a few feet. And.. wait a moment, that was odd... "Ma'am? you are aware that this program doesn't have any body measurements loaded into it?"

"Yes, i was informed that could be taken care of here and then they'd be added in."

"That's true. Say, if you don't mind me asking, where could you work where this, or, even your current outfit wouldn't be, well.. prohibitive?"  Brenda turned around as she finished, then made her last mistake of tensing up rather than immediately fleeing as she felt the nozzle of a hypospray press into the front of her neck.

The woman smiled, saying simply, "Here," as she pushed the switch, shooting Brenda with a 6 hour dose of paralytic.

Brenda tried to scream as she crumpled ot the floor, as she lay there, she was halpless as she was stripped and dragged over to the bodyscanner, then propped up inside it, the woman turned the screen of what had until recently been Brenda's computer over toward her, letting Brenda watch her measurements being fed into the program as she was scanned.  She desperately tried to struggle, but her body wouldn't respond as she just stood there, starting to cry as the woman pulled her once more to the back where the costume molder was waiting, humming into life.

Brenda saw the woman smile as she set the machine to leave her awake, and shuddered as she realized she'd be forced to endure every moment of her condemnation.  The machine closed, plunging her into darkness.  She felt something working into her ears, the sound of the machine fading away, being replaced by white noise, followed by the feeling of her ears filling with sticky fluid, she remembered that the costume had called for the ears to be sealed in solid synthskin, then sculpted out into fake cat ears at the sides of her head.  

A round ball was shoved into her throat, a tube extending down from it and expanding to lock it inside her.  She shuddered in revulsion, she knew what it was.  She knew it had been a bad idea to get that supply contaact with Sebastian's shop, at least before they were making use of China Balls for throatplugs of sealed costumes, death would eventually release her from it.  Brenda shuddered as she felt her mouth being filled, she wasn't getting out any time soon, the plug was going to be solid synthskin.  It took the machine bacrely a minute to erase any hint that she had ever had a mouth.  

Her eyes were the next to go, the paralytic kept her from pulling away as it pulled her eyelids slightly outward, filling in underneath them with a synthskin coating under her eyelids, the new formula made it so it didn't even irritate the membranes, and hereyes were perfectly safe as her eyes were closed again, and the synthskin filled in the depressions, smoothing over the front of her head, her nose was rendered solely decorative as her nostrils were swiftly filled.

Even despite the paralytic, Brenda's body arched in a taut spasm as her body reacted to several injections, filling primarily her scalp, but also most of her skin with an enzyme that'd inhibit keratin formation, essentially obliterating every last trace of her hair forevermore as it fell away under a brief burst of air.  Brenda felt a slight compresion as she was coated in another layer of synthskin, smoothing away any blemishes, leaving her flawlessly smooth.  

She tried to scream as it started twisting her limbs, pulling her arms up behind her, pressing her hands together at the back of her neck, elbows niched agonizingly between her shoulderblades.  The infernal machine then pulled her ankles up to her buttocks, turning her feet inward, she sobbed as she felt the synthskin spraying again, erasing her arms and sealing her shins to her thighs, coating thickly until she looked amputated more than bondaged.  She felt something coating her again, she couldn't tell what, it also added something just above her buttcrack, it had a little weight to it, though not all that much.

Then she shiverred as she felt small nozzles poke into her sex and anus, sinply spraying her full of whatever it was, then she felt herself being moved while she was still wet inside? It was the sudden feeling of beaing stretched ungodly wide that made her realize where she was.  As soon as the paralytic wore off, Brenda started to desperately writh as the woman held her atop the ponyboy's saddle while whatever was sprayed inside her dried, holding her there at least for now.

Jenine laughed a bit, excitedly rubbing at the smooth red expanse that was once her crotch as she watched Brenda squirm, fastening the rubber tube making her faux tail to the top of the chariot as the 6th control chain.  She always was enthralled by the first few moments upon taking a new toy.  

She went back to the computer to tell it to produce the costume on the second disk, and in a few moments the machine churned out a large, clear plastiskin suit, shaped to fit over both the ponyboy and his catgirl rider.  She held in a moan as she fished a pen-radio out of her cleavage, thumbing it on to talk to Brenda as she carefully fastened the suit, the tight material compressing them somewhat, tubes of the material fastened around the first few inches of each of the chains.

"Brenda, dearie, rest assured that this outlet's goign to do fine in my capable hands.  The glue in your crotch should break down about the same time as the plastiskin will finish making you a part of my chariot, so rest assured, you'll get to feel every single step my pony takes.  i thoguht a prude like you could use an eternal fucking.  Happy forever, and try to enjoy yourself!"

Jenine laughed gaily as she stayed to watch Brenda deperately try to escape before the plastiskin finished setting, Both of them knew there was no way for Brenda to break free, but that stopped neither Brenda's attempts nor Jenine's enjoyment of them.

Incidentally, that particular outlet registered a 160% increase in traffic, and had been forced to install an additional 3 molders by the end of that year.