“That was quite the ride!” Twilight breathes.
She is casting a glance towards her friend, Rarity; finding her still engrossed in her very own story, from the book she had been imparted with.
“Oh!” Twilight ponders; “I guess she is enjoying her story as much as I am enjoying mine!” she continues.
“Wait, where am I?” I breathe, as I finally do manage to open my eyes.
I appear to be wearing the suit, I had been promised; yet everything I see is entirely unfamiliar, and the bed is crystal clear.
As I am probing my crouch, I realize that she had extracted the plugs. Even the plug in my belly button had been carefully removed. Why does this make mee feel open and vulnerable? Empty, perhaps.
“She certainly did turn my orchid into rubber, but it feels just as good as I had envisioned it. The petals of the orchid is just as slippery and wet, as I had felt they should be.
That feels good!” I exclaim, without a thought.
“Wait, she had extracted the tube from my mouth, too!” I realize, not that I mind.
“Why do I have an urge, to ask Rarity to eat me?” Twilight ponders, contemplating her emotions and feelings.
Twilight does stay quiet, however; not quite commited, to distract Rarity from the story she is reading.
Since the plugs had been extracted, I could safely play with myself, in order to examine my plot. What signs remain, of the treat I had been given the day before. It is clearly the day before, considering how exhausted I had been.
“I feel an urge, I need to explore what she had just made me into!” I ponder; “Which means I need to start, from the core!” I continue.
My right hand slowly slide down my belly towards my crotch, delicately slipping over the smooth skin of my belly; all the way down to the mound, then up to the orchid.
“Slip, and slide!” I ponder, giggling at myself.
“Ooh, ooh!” I ponder; as the tips of my fingers finally is reaching the upper edge, of the petals of my orchid.
I could not help myself, but an excited squeal escapes my mouth. From the sleek and slippery skin of my belly, and up to the stiff and sensitive petals of my orchid is just doing it for me.
My mind goes fuzzy and out of focus, as the tips of my fingers are caressing the petals of my orchid. Had that plug been inside, the excitement would have been stuck with me. As it is now, it is just slowly dripping off of me, in a very slow pace. Even without that plug, the excitement is still lingering considerably longer, than I had been expected. I had simply been ill prepared for what I am encountering. Not such a bad thing; it is after all feeling very good, right now.
I find the surface of the petals very wet and slippery, yet nothing is smearing onto my fingers. The surface underneath is coarse and the rubber is quite hard and stiff, until challenged.
While the orchid is completely vulcanized, true and through; I notice the trace on the bridge, back to my rump, and the solid rubber in the orifice itself. First impression, leaves me with the slippery lubrication, and the hard rubber; before I push forwards, only to find the elasticity as my finger is slipping inside with ease.
“What should I do now?” I ponder; “Should I proceed to the next, or continue to explore this further?” I consider.
In the end, I continue to push forwards. My left hand, joining the right in this endeavour. As stiff as the rubber is, it is elastic enough; to permit me to slip in a pair of fingers with comforting ease. I pull my hands a few inches apart, before I had even realized, what I was doing; with little to no initial friction or resistance, finding it increasingly curious and then deliciously frightening. I had been left open, to suggestions; vulnerable, in my lack of resistance.
If my fingers bend just a bit, I can hold on; or I could feel the grip slip away. Incidentally, I lost the grip and my fingers are slipping out, before I could make up my mind. There is a squishy noise; as I find myself contract, back to normal. Almost, as if nothing had really happened in the first place.
“Oh! I guess I should proceed with the exploration, then!” I ponder.
For now, I leave my left hand resting alongside the hip. This will be a temporary default position, for the time I am exploring myself.
I pull my right hand back, feeling the slippery surface of my mound and the wet surface of the petals of my orchid; while I am moving my right hand further up to my belly. It isn't, as if I could miss my belly button, as small as it may be.
I play with the thought, as I extend my right index-finger and trace the rim of the belly button. I find it wet, slippery and quite excitable under the tip of the finger. While it is initially hard, and stiff to the touch; I soon slip the finger into what is now an orifice. I feel the skin spread, with ease; and I am provoked into pushing further and further in, stretching the skin and flesh even further.
“Oh!” I gape, my mouth slowly forming the capital O.
I find it sensitive, and quite excitable to the touch; enjoying the sensations, and the experience of it. It is just new and unsettling to feel the skin stretching, so much further than I am used to.
In the end; I refrain from extending the orifice further, than the length of the one index-finger. Feeling the skin stretching this much, is enough for me, this time. I may know, it could stretch further, but why do I have to push it to the limit; I can easily save some fun for later, when I had confirmed that her change is indeed still in place?
“If she had used the permanent Plot-gel, there is no reason to suspect this will reverse!” I ponder, giggling at the thought.
“My mistress is playing for keeps, she changed me and I will have to live with it; if I like it or not, this is who she had made me into!” I realize.
As I pull out the finger, it slides out; almost by itself, aided by the lubrication she had applied. The lubrication is still in effect, not letting go. Of course, why worry about the lubrication wearing off; when the orifice itself is still in place, the way she had created it, when she had managed to alter me in the first place.
My hand continues to slide up the skin of my belly, soon reaching the breast. My breast still a perfect, delicious orb. Would my breasts stay, as they are now; for the duration of my life, and possibly beyond? I do not know, and I don't care right now. I just enjoy the work she had put into it, and the effects the changes have over me.
What if I had not truly enjoyed the new me, she had turned me into? If I could not truly accept the transformation she pushed me through? All the details she had change, when she adjusted me? I would have been miserable, and possibly in pain. Now, thankfully; I do enjoy myself, accepting the changes.
While my breasts are firm, they are still soft and jiggles naturally. The nipples are hard and erect, yet elastic. I do enjoy the coarse surface under the slippery and wet lubrication she had put effort into applying.
While she had made the point and teased my nipples; she never demonstrated, the limit of what they are, or what they could do. I know my nipples are sensitive, but have no idea; as to exactly how sensitive or excitable they are.
I place the tip of my extended index-finger on the top of the right nipple, slowly stroking the surface of the tip for a moment; enjoying the sensations, I am eliciting in the process. Before I move up, I pinch the nipple between my nails, stretching it just enough to make the point. I giggle at the reaction.
In the end, I place the sensitive touch-pad on the middle of my lower lip; before I start rubbing, then slide it along the lip. As I feel the effect of the slippery, wet lubrication; I soon push the finger down, feeling the finger slip in, quite effortlessly with no real resistance. If I had tried to squeeze my lips tight, would have done no difference to me.
“Should I deny; or should I grant my Mistress the pleasure, of demonstrating the extent of this change?” I ponder, leaning towards having her doing the honours.
I have confirmed, that the changes does hold; I do not need to do this, all by myself. She is willing and quite capable, of performing; what I had in mind. While I guess she will not feel crossed; but she is more experienced, and far better equipped to perform this for me. I certainly do not expect any punishment, for disobedience; she never told me, not to explore myself.
Of course, I would not remember if she had; and I was too exhausted, at the time.
Before I had the time, to make up my mind; she is entering the room, in which I am currently resting. Maybe I had heard her steps, as she entered the room, but I am still exhausted. I need something more, in order to build up my strength; from the excitement, she had exposed me to. It isn't, as if I am about to complain now.
“You have discovered the changes, I imparted you with; I take it!” she points out.
“Oh, yes; I certainly have, and I am enjoying it!” I respond.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims; “This way, please!” she offers.
She is indicating for me, to open the next door. As I approach the door, I extend the palm of my right hand; pressing my palm firmly onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. As the door is sliding up, she is entering the next room; I follow her, just a step behind. I walk behind her, like a shadow.
The door is closing behind me, just as I clear the threshold. I barely hear the door close shut behind me.
“You need to feed, before I demonstrate the depth of the changes I imparted you with!” she informs me.
“Yes, please!” I respond, nodding.
I know she is right, I really do need to eat something; in order to recuperate, to build up my strength. I want to explore what she had given me, but I do not wish to faint due to fatigue or anything of the sort.
“Normally, I would have loved to offer you a cup of tea!” she explains; “At the moment, you need something very different!” she continues.
“Oh? Of course!” I respond.
I know she is right, and that tea would have been quite delicious indeed. Yet, it is not what I need, right now. As sad as that may be.
First now, I realize the room is in the same style as the previous room, and the room before that. Had I been distracted, or am I just too exhausted to notice it right away? Either way, it feels good, to walk on the crystal-clear silicon the floor had been coated with. I can't deny that. Not now, and not ever.
“I have prepared something for you, if you would be so kind as to step into that booth!” she points out, indicating the first booth on the right.
“Yes, please!” I respond, before I had the time to think.
As I had been instructed, I approach the booth she indicated. I step in, into the fairly cramped booth. The walls are crystal-clear, see-through. It is not glass, naturally.
Once inside, a seat is emerging from the floor. Like the walls, it is crystal clear. I know it is there, only because I can see reflections, on the smooth, glossy surface.
“Have a seat, please!” she offers.
As I sit down, she is stepping up behind me. I feel her slipping her fingers into my rump, grabbing a firm grip and forcibly dilates my orifice. Before I knew it, she is pulling down; spreading my rump out over the round seat and lets go.
“Oh, oh!” I exclaim; under my breath, as I realize exactly what she is doing.
“How is that? I hope it is not too large, for you!” she inquires.
“It feels strange, but comfortable!” I respond.
“Excellent, excellent!” she points out.
“I suspect; I can't lift my rump from the seat, though!” I add, almost as an afterthought.
“Exactly!” she confirms; “Now, if you relax and I will make you comfortable!” she instructs me.
As I relax; she is producing a tube containing a gel for my benefit, before she is helping me placing my hooves where she had intended for me to place them. She is applying the gel to the rim of my right and left hoof, respectively.
While I watch, the line between the hoof and the floor slowly vanish; as if she had been deleting a line on a digital image, of me. As I watch my hooves fuse to the floor, the silicon is merging with my hooves. I can see the process taking place as my hooves are growing glossy, in the same manner as the clear silicon under my hooves.
“Press the palms of your hands onto the wall before you, firmly; spread your fingers, as wide as you can!” she is instructing me.
I extend my hands, lifting them up towards the clear silicon that is the inner wall of the booth; pressing the palms of my hands firmly onto the wall. As I am spreading my fingers, I can see her applying a thin line of clear gel along the border between my hands and the wall.
“Glossy Bondage gel – Type I” the label reads.
As she is capping the tube and puts it aside, my hands had already fused to the wall. The effect is as clear, as when she had fused my hooves to the floor. Only now, I notice my hands are turning more glossy.
“Should I attempt to pull free, in only to confirm that I am truly stuck?” I ponder; “Because I am not really invested, in pulling myself free, right now!” I continue.
I know type I is more than enough, to hold me in place; unless I am willing to take the risk of injury, from pulling much harder than I am prepared to. I end up, giving my hooves a tentative tug, right and left; before I give my hands a tentative tug, right and left. I am in deed just as suck as I had imagined.
“Now, since I do have your undivided attention; it is time to present you with the meal, I had prepared for you!” she offers, generously.
She does indeed have my undivided attention, I can't leave the booth into which she had directed me.
Before me, I can see the head of the plug presented to me; intended to serve the meal, she is about to offer me. The plug is crystal-clear, just as everything in the booth.
“Three inches?” I ponder, as the plug is extending towards me, further and further. The shaft itself, is merely two inches, smooth; if you ignore the grooves around the shaft, that is.
“Bon Appetite!” she is offering me.
I extend my head, towards the tip of the head; intending an impromptu kiss, before I realize it is pushing forwards. My lips part and the head is slowly, but undeniblgly pushing forwards and into my mouth. I feel the head pushing all the way into my mouth, before it continues down my throat; stopping only before it would have prevented me to breathe. With the plug in my mouth, I am limited to breathe through my nostrils.
The plug is warm, squirming in my mouth and constantly pulls my head back, towards the wall before me. It is slippery as if covered with a thick and sticky goo.
“There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?” she inquired.
I wanted to tell her, but now I can not even nod my head in ascent. While the plug is in my mouth, I can't move my head in the least. My lips are spread wide, as is my throat. It is filling my mouth to the brim.
When the plug is stretching and contracting, my muzzle and throat is stretching or pulled out, with it. There is nothing I can do about it. This is part of the demonstration, she had promised me before. I am swallowing it whole; and with it, I am swallowing the meal, she had promised me.
“I did not know I could take that into my mouth!” Twilight realizes.
While I guess, this had never been quite a shock to me; but it is still quite a lot to take in for me, even after the preparation my mistress had pushed me through. She had known, exactly how much she had enabled me to take in; without making me uncomfortable, or injuring me in the process. She certainly knows, what she is doing to me.
“While you are enjoying your meal, I will leave you to enjoy yourself!” she explains, just before she is stepping out of the room.
I did not see her placing her hand on the plaque, and I had not seen her exiting the room. Nether had I seen or heard the door go up, or her entering as I had finished my meal.
The door slides shut behind her, just before the meal is completed. My belly is filled to the brim, and I can take no more. While I can't say that I had enjoyed the taste, but I had enjoyed her demonstration. In essence, she is giving me what I had asked of her. Even if I may not have known what I wanted, or even know what I need even now.
She had changed me, in the process; as she had adjusted me, according to what I had asked her to give me in the first place. Now I am enjoying, what she is giving me.
“I need you to pull free, by yourself; before I can liberate you, from this booth!” she explains.
“Pull free?” I ponder; “She does mean, that I need to pull away from that plug in my mouth?” I continue.
I had already tried to pull my hands and hooves free, so that could not be it. I try to pull my head back. No immediate result. I still feel the shaft of the plug squirming in my mouth and down my throat, while the head is still firmly in place.
I certainly can't squeeze my mouth shut, or push it out; she had made absolutely certain of that, since I have no control of the muscles required for it. Each and every muscle completely relaxed, while I am contracting around the plug. That is how the plot gel works.
I pull my head back, as I am pushing the wall before me as far away as I possibly can. Then I push again, and again, and again; once, twice and thrice. Over and over again. Little by little; I feel the plug retracting, as I constantly renews my effort.
After several minutes of hard work, I feel the head slowly starting to pull back. With each pull, it is slowly slipping out of me. I feel it sliding up through my throat and into my mouth.
Of course, once it is reaching my mouth, I find my lips contracting harder than before. I am contracting harder and harder, as a result of the head being in my mouth.
If I am looking down, I can now see the entire shaft of the plug; all the way from my lips, to the wall where it came from. As I am trying to pull back, the plug is stretching more and more.
Several minutes later, the plug starts to pull back; a moment later, I feel my lips smacking the wall before me.
I pull frantically, as the head of the plug is starting to stretch my tight lips. After several attempts, the plug is slipping out of my mouth and my head is free.
“There, you made it!” she exclaims.
“Will she finally liberate me?” I ponder.
“One small detail, before I let you out of here!” she points out.
I feel her hands around my waist, gently squeezing me from behind.
“That feels good!” I realize, as I am enjoying her touch.
Of course, I should have been expecting this. Shouldn't I? She does enjoy teasing me, by demonstrating the effects of how she had adjusting me.
Now I feel her hands sliding forwards, slowly. She is moving towards my belly, my belly button. I feel the right and left long-finger slipping into my belly button. The index-fingers following, just behind. With four fingers over the rim, she is slowly starting to pull her hands apart, thus dilating my belly button like the orifice it is.
While she is spreading the orifice, she is slowly slipping in one finger at the time, gaining a firmer and more secure grip along the way.
“Too bad, you can't push your hand in?” she inquires.
“Could I have done that?” I inquire.
“Yes, but of course!” she informs me.
“Oh, oh; ooh!” I mouth, in surprised response.
“Why not?” she inquires; “It isn't, as if you can't stretch that far; you have seen that, haven't you?” she continues.
“How would I know, Mistress?” I respond; “When you put it that way!” I continue.
“I will give you the chance, when you are ready!” she points out.
“That feels strange!” I ponder, as I feel, just how far she had dilated me; “It is as if my skin had become elastic silicon, and my flesh had been squishy gel!” I continue, not realizing just how close to the truth that is.
There is a pinch, the instant after she had let go of my belly button. Of course, she just had to do that; or, had her fingers slipped on the wet gel she had introduced into the newly formed orifice? Either way, she had let go of my belly now.
She had produced a gel, with which she is now washing the bondage gel right off of my hooves and thus breaking me free from the floor. As she had liberated my right and left hooves; she continues by applying the product towards my hands, right and left.
“There, how is that?” she inquires.
I had pulled my hooves away from the floor, then my hands from the wall before me. Right now, I was not prepared to incidentally trap myself in her previous work, just in case residue could be strong enough to grab hold of me.
“Oh!” I exclaim; Thank you, Mistress; that feels great!” I respond.
With that, I feel her slipping her fingers in, into my rear orifice and spreading me wide enough for me to stand up. A moment later, she is letting go of my rump. I experience a pinch, as I am contracting around the air.
“If you do not mind, I have another treat prepared for you!” she offers.
“Yes, please!” I respond.
She is producing an anal tube, made out of crystal-clear silicon. I feel the tube slipping in, as she is pushing it into my rump. As she is letting go, I feel the orifice remaining wide open, while I am contracting around it.
Without a word, she is producing my vaginal tube, pushing it into place. I feel the tube slipping in, effortlessly. I am contracting around it, as it is leaving me wide open.
“Now, if you please; put your hands together, fingers interlaced!” she explains.
While I am complying, she is slipping her fingers into my belly button and dilating me. Just three inches, but that should be more than enough for me.
“Place your hands on your belly, then press them in!” she instructs me; “Firmly!” she adds.
“Yes, Mistress!” I respond, as I follow the instructions she had just given me.
I feel the rim of the orifice stretching, as myhands are slipping inside. I find myself stretching, just enough to permit both my hands inside.
As she is letting go, I am contracting; trapping my hand inside. Both hand securely trapped.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
“Now, to the fun part!” she points out; “If you would be so kind, as to pull your hands out?” she instructs me.
As I pull, I find the skin of my belly stretching, but I am contracted; my hands do not come out, as hard as I may try to pull. Maybe the position is making it hard to pull; but I can't pull hard enough, to pull my hands out.
“There, Excellent!” she exclaims; “Feel free to enjoy the experience, for all it is worth!” she offers.
“I will leave you with a gift, for you to enjoy!” she explains.
Mistress is producing a muzzle, with a mouth-tube; introducing it, by inserting the tube between my lips, all the way into my mouth and leaves it there. She is producing a tube of squishy gel, applying it to the rim of the muzzle.
While I am contracting around the mouth-tube, it is pushing out and forcibly maintaining my mouth wide open. If I try to close my mouth, I soon realize it is utterly impossible for me. I am incapable of pressing my lips together. I am incidentally muted, by the action.
Now she is stepping up behind me, slipping her fingers in into the orifice; urging me to pull my hands out. I soon manage to pull my hands out, as she had dilated me enough to permit me to. Just one small detail, for a moment my hands are refusing to come apart. Not quite fused, and my hands are not sticky or slippery from the insertion.
“That was strange!” Twilight exclaims; “But exciting!” she continues.
Twilight opens her eyes, as she is putting an effort into disengaging herself from the story that had been capturing her undivided attention.
“It felt almost like Hay-cart's method!” Twilight points out; “But not quite the texture or topic I had been expecting from that kind of an exploration within a book!” she continues.
“I take it, you have been enjoying your book?” Rarity inquires, stirred by Twilight's exclamations.
“Yes, I have been enjoying the book quite a lot!” Twilight responds; “Maybe you would have a look at it, after you are done with the book you are reading, rarity?” Twilight offers.
“Thank you, Twilight; I just may take you up, on the generous offer!” Rarity responds.
“I am enjoying my book, quite Royally, thanks for asking!” Rarity adds.
Rarity is lifting her head from the book, sniffing the air; distracted from an unexpected scent. As she is trying to make out exactly what the scent is, and where it is coming from; she is turning towards her friend, Twilight.
“Do you sense that exciting scent?” Rarity inquires, after a moment of sniffing.
“Uh, what scent; Rarity?” Twilight responds, not quite understanding the question; since she can't pick up on the scent.
“No?” Rarity inquires; “I am certain, it is coming from your direction!” she elaborates.
“The only reason, behind me not picking up on it; would be if it is me you are sensing, I believe!” Twilight responds.
“That certainly does make sense, Twilight!” Rarity offers.
With that, Rarity is starting to move towards Twilight; confirming that the scent indeed does come from her friend, Twilight. After a moment, Rarity is practically on top of her friend; her lips almost touching Twilight's lips.
Twilight is instinctively parting her lips, returning what turns into a kiss from Rarity.
“Odd, but it feels good!” Rarity ponders; “Smooth and wet! She is most certainly turned on!” she concludes, not knowing where the change had come from.
As Rarity is licking her lips in order to wet them; her tongue incidentally enters Twilight's mouth. Twilight responds, by extending her tongue an inch into Rarity's mouth; taking her action as an active invite, based on Rarity being excited.
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