Mad BBY Scientist 12

"These Bane Suits certainly become more and more popular lately," Warringer noted after a while, looking after a girl who had just let herself be sealed up in one of these suits.

At least they were becoming less monotonous lately as well. Pure black suits without anything added to them were not showing much in the way of creativity. Now through they were betting modified from the Open Source design they popped up as. Wigs, boots, corsets. She chuckled a little. Nothing wrong with all that.

She liked it when people allowed themselves to be covered up like that. And she loved playing with them.

Not that all experiences were that good. She and Dao had a falling out some time ago, leading to the rubber covered girl to become her ex-girlfriend.

The door opened with the ring of the bell and Warringer looked up from yet another design she was drawing up. The possible customer was a maybe 20 year old female that was a bit on the short site, just an inch or two short of five feet. But she had a really nice figure.

Having the dirty mind she had, Warringer grinned lightly as she imagined the girl in various of her designs.

"Hello, welcome to the BBY," she welcomed the girl." How can I help you?"

The girl grinned and pulled out a USB stick and a mail envelope.

"You can help me with this," she said with a grin.

Warringer nodded and took the memory stick. What had started out as a compact disk had now moved entirely to memory sticks. They were smaller than a CD and could contain the more extensive designs people came up with.

The stick was connected to her computer and the file contained in it loaded into the designer software. From the file size alone it appeared to be a rather simple design.

Pulling it up, Warringer raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting design," she notes with a chuckle.

"Thank you," the girl responded." Its my own."

Warringer chuckled.

"Its simple, but very nice looking."

The girl nodded and handed her the envelope.

"I would like to be permanently sealed up," she said." I've already done the needed paperwork."

She padded the envelope and Warringer nodded. Taking the envelope and opening it, she browsed through the various documents, nodding after a while.

"Everything seems to be in order," she noted." Including the payment for the costume."

The girl grinned again.

"Can we start then?"

Warringer nodded and clicked an icon that loaded the design up to the molder. She stood up, leading the girl to the latest version of the molder. This model had integrated body scanning equipment that made the old scanners obsolete.

"Get undressed and step in," she notes, opening the door of the molder.

The girl did just that, showing that she had somewhat prepared for the deed, wearing only pants, t-shirt and sneakers. She stepped into the molder with a smile on her face and a light spring in her step, making Warringer chuckle as she closed the door to the molder.

This was going to be an interesting result.

The process of encasing the girl in her permanent outfit was done sooner than for most, considering that it was a relatively simple design it was to be expected.

Warringer stood next to the door of the molder as the door opened and allowed the newly encased girl to leave it.

Stepping out on her very toes, the resident and self proclaimed mad scientist was the first to gaze at the girl. She breathed in deep as she looked at the girl, her mouth watering.

Her eyes moved over the girls form, taking in every detail of her rubber encased form.

Black rubber fully covered the girl from her head to her toes. The base was a Bane suit, but with a few interesting additions.

For one the girl was standing on the very tips of her toes, not unlike ballet boots, but without the support of heels, just the tips of her toes.

Her head was covered by a featureless ball of rubber, solid rubber at that with tiny cameras embedded in the area of the eyes, transmitting their low resolution images to the girls eyes. It would make it nearly impossible to make out many details for the girl, while allowing her to move without much problems, not unlike early 90s computer games. But the most interesting feature of the head was the opening in the mouth area.

Warringer knew that it was flexible to a degree, even if it now only was large enough for a finger. It extended into the girls mouth and past it into her throat to the modified china ball. It allowed her to breath through her mouth and take in liquids, but the china ball was programmed to keep her from suffocating should the hole be blocked. And there was also the tongue that was able to freely move and some saliva glands that were allowed to moisten the mouth tube.

It was clear how it was intended to be used.

The girls neck was stiffened up, allowing only a limited degree of movement. There the girl is covered up by a minidress of black rubber that covers her arms and ends just an inch or two beneath her crotch, the nature of the dress allowing it to ride up as she moves.

Hanging from the girls crotch were a pair of ball pumps, attached to a pair of, removable, and inflatable plug dildos that kept themselves wedged inside the girls rubber walled nether orifices. From the design they could stretch the girl quite nicely.

Seeing Warringer all but stare at the girl, she tilted her head lightly to the side and pushed on her her rubber covered fingers into her mouth hole, her other hand reaching for one of the ball pumps.

It was nearly an innocent display as the girl stood there, giving the ball a few squeezes to inflate one of the plugs.

Warringer swallowed and breathed in deep. Than she shook her head free. She remembered the girls documentation clearly.

"You're mine, dolly," Warringer said after a moment and grabbed the girl, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her over to a couch to have her wicked way with the rubberized girl.