Fetish Oubreak story | heels, tight jeans, latex catsuit, pain

 The meteorite streaked along the dark eastern sky. Many people observed it as its trail of flames lit up the night sky. It finally ended up its long journey on the ground of an amazed farmer. Quickly, the authorities came and recovered the rock from outer space, the size of two footballs. It was brought at the Space Research Center for analysis.

Chapter I

 Karen put on her lab coat with excitement. It was today that the package was arriving. She was eager to see it, to touch it, to feel it. The case was unloaded from the delivery truck and place on an exam table. Under the floodlights, Karen opened the wooden case, and with care, picked it up with her gloved hands.  To her surprise, it was lighter than what she expected, and it showed up on her face. Lynda, who was assisting her, noticed.

“That’s strange”, said Karen. “Usually, those are made mainly of highly compressed iron and other minerals, and a meteorite of that size, should weight 20 to 40 kilos, and this one feel like it’s only about 10 kilos, and when I move it, it feel like the center is liquid or something similar. “

“Liquid? Can the center be still so hot that it is still liquid?” suggested Lynda.

“No”, said Karen “I don’t think so because it’s been over 72 hours since it landed, way enough time for anything that size to cool off. I’ll put it under the X-rays right away, so we’ll see.”

 They rolled the trolley down the corridors to the X-ray room, placed it on the machine, and took a picture. To their deception, it turned out featureless. The rock appeared as a pitch dark object on the film. So, Karen put it in the CAT scan, but turned out the same. Nothing. By the time all this was done, it was getting late evening, and Lynda decided to bail out.

“I’ll stay another hour or so”, said Karen “I just want something cleared out before I leave. Don’t worry, I’ll tape everything.”

“I would really like to stay”, said Lynda “but my eyes are closing by themselves. See you tomorrow morning.”

“Good night” said Karen, without looking.

      She was already handling the rock to the isolation chamber. It was a glass box with two attached rubber glove. She put a few tools inside the box before closing it and sealing it, making sure nothing harmful could get out, or something from this world to contaminate it. She started to poke it with a pick. It sounded kind of hollow, but was strange. She tried to cut it with a saw, but the blade got eaten by the hard material. It looked like nothing could even dent it. At wits end, she picked it up, and bang it on the table, but nothing happened. She left it there, removed her hands from the rubber gloves, and went home.

 Karen arrived late. Since that nothing happened the night before, she decided to sleep a little longer and take back some sleep time. But a phone call from Lynda forced her back to work. Something had happened. She arrived at the lab to find a whole bunch of people looking at the glass box.

      They make way when Karen approached, and stopped. From a tiny hole, bright orange goo had spilled creating a rather large pool that was surrounding the rock, as if she leaked out all the liquid that was inside.

“What the heck happened”, asked Karen.

“I was about to ask you the same question”, said Lynda, “it was like that when I came in this morning. What did you do to it?”

“Nothing… Well, not exactly. I did everything, but it reacted to nothing. Have you checked the video?”

“Not yet, I was waiting for you, to give some explanation.”

“Okay, let’s go” said Karen, leading the group to the screening room. “Gee, my feet are aching. Shouldn’t have stood up that long last night.”

      When everybody was seated, she discretely kicked off her shoes, and the pain almost instantly disappeared.

 They watched the video, and saw Karen try everything she could possibly try short to a nuclear explosion. They laughed at her reaction of banging the meteorite to calm her frustration. “Not very scientific” said Norm, her boss. They saw her close the lights and leave. Then everything was calm, until two hours later when a faint glow appeared, getting brighter and brighter. Then they saw, from the side of the rock, orange goo slowly poured out. It went on for hours. In fact, it had stopped leaking just a few minutes before Lynda arrived.

“Now, it’s impossible to know for sure what caused it to react, but we should analyze that orange stuff.” said Lynda.

“That’s for sure” said Norm getting up. “The first thing on the list is: is that stuff harmful for us?”

“We’ll be right on it Nor... ouch.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Norm.

“My feet are aching even more than this morning.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know. I did stand up a lot yesterday. It’s probably just stress. I can manage. I’ll just walk a little slow.”

“Okay then.” concluded Norm. “I want news on an hourly basis.”

“Yes boss” said Karen and Lynda in chorus.

 They went to work. After two hours, Karen couldn’t stand the pain on her feet. She sat and after a few minutes the pain was gone, but as soon as she put her feet flat on the floor again the pain returned. After a few minutes of rest she stood up again to continue work but the pain was too unbearable. Then while walking, she noticed that if she walked with her heel slightly raised the pain was greatly diminished.  So she spent the rest of the day walking on her toes, and sitting at her workstation. Meanwhile, the tests informed them that the goo was somewhat organic, so an isolation of the rock was performed.

 The next day, the work continued but the aching of Karen’s feet also increased, so she went to the research center resident doctor who took some X-rays. He came back with the results.

“That’s very odd”, he said “looks like your ligaments are getting shorter or they are loosing their elasticity.”

“What? What kind of disease is that?”

“None that I know of. I suggest you go see an orthopaedic and have custom shoes made.”

Two hours later, she was with an orthopaedic who examined her feet.

“Like to wear high heels a lot hey?” he asked.

“High heels? Hell no. I hate those shoes. Why are you saying that?”

“Because this kind of symptoms are mostly seen on people who use to wear high heels shoes all the time, then want to get back to normal shoes. Their ligaments had shortened with time, and are no longer elastic enough to accommodate the heel to lay flat on the ground.”

“Well doc, I’m not a high heel wearer. I like to be comfortable as much as for my clothes as for my shoes. Sorry doc”.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m just trying to find an explanation. Now I don’t have one. Okay, the measurements are done. You will become a high heel wearer.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious. The only way for me to fix your problem is to make you high heels shoes, three inches to be exact. They should be ready in 4 days.”

“Four days? I can’t continue to work on my toes for four days.”

“Well, go buy yourself a pair of standard high heels.”

 An hour later, she was out of the shoe store trying to get use to walk on three inches high heels shoes. She had chosen a rather blocky heel to have more support. She went back home for the rest of the day.

 The next day, she was back to work. She attracted some attention with her new shoes, her, who used to work comfy, flat sole shoes.

“Wow. New look?”

“Very funny, Lynda”, she said. “The doc said that for some unknown reason, my ligaments are somewhat shrinking. To ease the pain, the only way is to wear high heels. Not exactly my kind of shoes. It went okay yesterday but today my feet are aching again. I guess I need some adaptation.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

“Don’t you wear high heels on occasion, Lynda?”

“Yeah, on occasion, like you said. For dressed party, or formal occasions. They are kind of hard to walk with”.

“Whatever.” She said, with a sigh. “Anything new on our alien mystery?”

“Blank. Nothing. The orange stuff seems to grow, very slowly. The mass of it increased
by 1.72 percent in the last 2 days. “

“Any explanation?” asked Karen.

“None so far. You’re the expert, we were waiting for you. Nobody else touched it.”

 For the rest of the day, they examined the alien stuff. Karen’s feet were aching more and more. Four days later, she was back to the orthopaedic for her fitted shoes. She told him that the aching was back, and had increased.

“Looks like your ligaments shortened again” he said.

“Oh, please, tell me it isn’t true.”

“I don’t have any explanation, but it did.”
 Karen let out a sigh.

“How much this time?”

“Enough to make these shoes useless”, he said, pointing to a white cardboard box on the desk besides him.

“Geesh. How high will be the heel, this time?”

“Too high for me to do anything. There’s no orthopaedic shoe manufacturer that will make something like that. I would suggest you try the shoe store.”

 Karen made wide eyes, waiting for the news.

“Five inches. You may be able to settle for 4.5.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

“Do something.”

“There’s nothing that can be done. If you get your ligaments cut, you won’t be able to walk, since you’ll have no support of your feet. Like I said, I don’t have a clue but your feet seem to be made to wear 5 inches heels shoes.”

 With a sigh, Karen stepped back on her 3 inches heel shoes, and walked across the street to the shoe store. She went to the clerk.

“Hello. I would like to look at your 5 inches heels.”

      The clerk repressed a laugh, and from her snobbish tone, said “Sorry miss. We don’t sell this kind of shoes here. You’ll find that at the fetish shop, down the street.”
     
      Fetish shop? Karen was not about to go buy shoes at a fetish shop. With assurance, she walked out of the store, and went down the street. She stopped at every shoe store along the way. They each told her that they were not carrying shoes of that style. She swallowed her pride, and entered the fetish shop. She looked with amazement at all the fetish attire, the corsets, restraints, rubber and PVC wear, and the high heels shoes. A young lady, barely in her twenties, came to her. She was wearing 5 inches heel pumps shoes, and a very tight metallic blue short spandex latex dress. Her neck was wrapped in a 2 inches wide leather collar, and she had something that looked like a ball gag hanging around her neck, as a necklace. The shoes had wide ankle straps, with padlocks. She also had wristbands that appeared to be locked on. The clerk smiled at Karen.

“Hello, I’m Jessie, how may I help you?”

“Yes,” said Karen, blushing “I’m looking for high heels. Specifically 5 inches.”

“Any particular style?” she asked, while leading her to the shoe section.

“Err… I don’t really know. It’s the first time.” Said Karen. As the clerk turned her back to her, she noticed that the corset also had locks, as well as her wide collar.
The clerk smiled at her, not making any remarks. That comforted Karen. She felt welcomed.

“Ever wear heels that high before?” she asked.

“No. These are the highest I’ve wear.” She said, pointing at her block heel.

“We don’t have any block heel here, miss. Only stilettos.”

“Let’s see them.”

“I’m sorry to ask,” said Jessie “but you don’t seem to be doing this happily.”

“Well, not exactly. It’s a long story, and it’s still a mystery, but seems that I have some illness making my heel ligaments shortening, and the only way for me to walk without pain, is with 5 inches heels. For your question, well, no, 5 inches heels are not my thing.”
Jessie paused.

“I see. It’s the first time I have to serve a customer in your situation. So I would assume that a funky look is not what you’re looking for.

Karen looked at her with a look that answered the question.

“Okay,” said Jessie, not exactly convinced about Karen’s story, “here’s what I have.”

      She showed Karen high heels pumps, sandals and platforms. Karen tried the pumps first, because they seemed the easiest to put on. She was quite unsteady, and the clerk had to hold her.

“Looks like you need something with more support.” Said the clerk, picking a pair of platforms. The sole was 1 inch thick. “The thickness of the sole,” continued the clerk “makes the whole shoe more steady. The heel won’t bend, and your feet will have less tendencies to twist.”

      Reluctantly, Karen tried it. The shoe rose her 6 inches. Yes, the shoe felt sturdier, but her ankles, not very used to be force like that, were slightly shaking. The clerk went back to the display shelves, and took a pair of black lacing platform boots.

“That should solve the problem.” She said, handing them to Karen.

“Geesh.” Said Karen “This thing looks knee high. That lacing is gonna be a hassle. Anything with a zipper?”

“Not in stock. Special order only.”

“Who would put on something that would take as long as that to fasten?” asked Karen, while slipping her right foot in the boot and starting feeding the laces through the hooks.
Jessie looked embarrassed.

“Well, miss, this is a fetish store, and these are fetish boots, and the longer the fetish last, the better it is.”

Karen stopped lacing and looked at her. “Sorry I asked. This is new to me.”

      Finally, the two boots were snug on Karen’s feet. When she stood up, a strong pain along her hips and waist made her moan and put her hands around her waist and chinch it. To her surprise, the boots felt relatively comfortable. She walked back and forth a few times. The clerk looked at her with a shocked expression.

“And you want me to believe that it is the first time you wear something like that? I’ve seen women with years of wearing, not as at ease as you are with heels that high.”

“Yes, it is really my first time. Like I said, something strange is happening to me, my body seems to be changing itself.” She said while squeezing again her waist, trying to ease the pain.

“Let me guess. You never wore a corset before, right?” asked Jessie, not really convinced of Karen’s story.

“What? Are you nuts? I would never encase myself into such a torture device. Why do you ask?”
“The way you’re holding your waist.” said the clerk. “You make the same gestures as someone who is used to be a tight lacer but for some reason, go on without a corset. The muscles have become too weak to hold the waist. Very painful.

“Sorry, I never wore a corset, and never will.”

“Tight jeans, then.”

“No, no tight jeans and no corset.” Answered Karen, exasperated. “Now, how much do I owe you?”

“$250.”

“What? For a pair of boots?”

      Karen saw Jessie who was obviously starting to be annoyed by all this. She handed her credit card, paid the boots and got out of the store. She looked weird. Her dress pants didn’t looked fashionable at all with the platform boots. But in a big city as this one, she was just one more weirdo amongst others. She walked in front of a jeans store and remembered what Jessie had told her about the pain in her waist. She went in. Again, she had to face a funny look from the clerk again, but this time for her dress pants and the platform shoes.

“May I help you?” asked the young woman, just out of her teenage years.

“Yes… hum. I’m looking for jeans.”

“You’re in the right place. We have the latest flared legs design just on your left.”

Karen was searching for what to say.

“Yes, err. I… I’m looking for tight fitting jeans.”

The clerk looked at Karen’s boots.

“Yes, of course. What size do you wear?”

“I… I would guess that I have to go smaller than my usual size, right.”

“Yes.” Giggled the clerk, “If you want them tight. Again, depending how tight you want them.”

“It’s the first pair of tight jeans I ever bought.” said Karen, a little shy.

“Going to some kind of retro costume party, I guess?”

Karen grabbed the opportunity.

“Yes, that’s it.”

      The young woman walked to one of the rack on the right wall, and picked up a few different pairs.

“One of them should fit you the way you want.” She said handing them to Karen, and showing her to one of the dressing rooms.

      Karen went in. She looked at the jeans size the clerk had chosen. All were Guess jeans. One was the size she would normally buy, and the others were each one, one size smaller. She proceeded to remove the platform shoes, getting the pain on her feet back then she tried the largest pair first. The fit was snug. For her they were the tightest she ever wore, but they seemed to do nothing to ease the pain on her hips and waist.
      She tried the other pair. She had to struggle to get in them and get the zipper up. It seemed to ease the pain on her hips, but they were not doing much for her waist.
      She tried the last pair, the smallest one. She was practically unable to put them on. She settled for the second pair. Put them on, and re-laced the platform boots, walked out. The clerk was amazed by the results.

“Wow, great fit.”

“Thanks,” answered Karen, “I think I’ll buy the other pair too.”

“The larger ones?”

“Err, no, the smaller pair.”

“Getting hooked, hey?”

“Well, kind of.” Said Karen, while handing her credit card.

      She paid and went back home. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was definitely looking awesome. Her thin waist, her long slender legs, and her breast seemed somewhat larger, because she felt her bra tighter than usual. Her body was getting modified, molded to a new shape. But when will it stop. She rubbed her hands along her thighs and hips. She slowly glided her hand at her crotch and slowly rubbed. She was surprised that she did it, but even more to her response. She never felt anything as powerful, especially through a pair of pants. She tried to stop, but just couldn’t. It was too powerful. She rubbed until she climaxed, after what she collapsed on her bed and fell asleep, to wake up only the next morning, having overslept.
 
      When she finally arrived at the lab, Lynda came to her.
     
“Finally, you show… wow! Look at you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Said Karen “not exac…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Cut Lynda. “No time for fashion blabbing. Come see this instead. We think we know what’s going on… partially.”

      Lynda led the puzzle Karen to the video room. They played back the video where she was trying to get the rock open.

“We already looked at that tape.” Said Karen.

“Yes, but not on UV”.

“Ultra Violet?"

 Lynda had started the video. The image was blueish. It was hard, but the outline of Karen and the meteorite could be made out. Karen was banging the rock, then removed her hands. Lynda paused the tape.

“There. Look at the rock. There’s definitely some glow at the rock, where you were holding it, and…” she advanced the video a few frames, “there’s the same glow on your right hand gloves. And here’s the worse part.” She said while advancing the video until we could see Karen removing the gloves. There was the same glow on the tip of her index, roughly smaller than half the tip of her finger.

“But how…”

“We analyzed the gloves. Seems that you puncture the glove at some point, and when the stuff came out, it went through. The exit point is the same as the big spill of yesterday.”

“But how come I’m the only one affected?”

“You’re the only one who put the gloves on. Nobody else touched it.”

“And I put them on again most of the day yesterday, exposing me to even more of that stuff. But that doesn’t explain the symptoms that I have, the aching at my feet and waist.”

“Maybe not now,” said Lynda “but it’s the only lead we have right now, that that orange stuff is responsible for what’s happening to you.”

 Karen stayed mute for a moment.

“Okay. If we want this mystery solved, we have to dig deeper. Lets’ go back. Just give me an additional pair of gloves, since we can’t replace the one there without risking contaminating the room.”

 Wearing an additional rubber glove, she put her hand into the gloved sleeves of the glass box, and examined the newly uncovered area. The rock had become brittle and Karen could easily remove it like an eggshell. Their theory was that the cooling of the meteorite had ended, and the rock had crystallized make it easy to break. The final object was a tubular object, about 20cm (8in) in diameter by 40cm (16in) long, with one flat end, and one spherical.

      It whas that one that had a small crack where the orange goo was spilling. The object was not totally spherical as there was one flat section providing a stable resting position. There was a few buttons at the right. One had a drawing similar to a television, or a monitor. Karen pressed it. A faint humming sound could be heard as a bright light projected out into Lynda who was standing right in its path. She moved back with a scream. Quickly an image formed, very sharp, 3D, with bright colors, and they assumed, real size, as the woman seen was about the same height as Lynda.
      She started to talk in a strange language, but what was even strangeer, was the way she was dressed. Her head appeared to be encased in some sort of transparent plastic, as it was too shiny to be normal skin. She had no hair at all. As for the rest of her body, it was covered in a shiny black catsuit, covering her from the neck to toes. Even her hands were covered by the shiny material. Her feet were on top of 5 inches heel shoes, and her waist looked extremely small and stiff, like she was corseted. Karen had her jaw wide open. Behind the woman, people could be seen passing by, all dressed in the same manner, some wearing some kind of very high heels shoes, like they were actually standing on their toes.
     
“Oh my god!” said Karen, while setting herself dropped on the nearest chair. “Is this what’s going to happen to me?”

“Call every linguist you know.” Said Norm who had entered the room as the video projection had begun. “We have to find out what this… thing is all about.”

 Karen was staring at the image of the woman.

“Something wrong?” asked Norm.

“Not exactly, but I may have an idea. I’ll wait for the translation first.”

 Karen and the others went back to work at the rock, trying to remove more and more crust as the linguists were trying their best to figure out what the woman was saying. They continued until late in the evening.

“I’m exhausted.” Said Karen, rubbing her waist.

“Being in these sure don’t help.” Said Lynda, talking about the heel and jeans.

“Actually,” said Karen after a pause “these are not where it hurts. It’s where they’re not that is aching. I really don’t get it.”

 They were reaching the door, when they saw Richard, the head linguist still taking notes.

“Aren’t you quitting for the night, Richard?”

“Ah… No. Not right now, Karen.” He said, still looking at his notes.

“Okay then. Goodnight.”

 He didn’t answer. Karen raised her shoulders and went with Lynda. She fell asleep as soon as she hit the mattress. In the morning, she had all the difficulties to fix her bra. It was on the last notch, and her waist was even more aching. She tried the tightest pair of jeans, and to her surprise, fastened then rather easily. Some of the pain went, but not all. She tried not to think about it.

 In the office, Norm was already there, shaking Richard’s hand, and tapping him on the shoulder.

“Looks you were successful.” Said Karen.

“I think so. I managed to translate the first two third of the recording, which is a total length of about 90 minutes. I’ll have the rest done by the time you watch that part. To make it more real, I made my sister record the voice. I figured that it would sound more real than mine on such a pretty face.” He said, pointing at the holographic projection of the woman. “Everything is synchronized. Just hit the play button.”

 With her hands shaking, Karen pushed the button. The holographic projection came alive.
      “Hello Dr. Kagm. My name is Dilaam. I’m the director of the Gibra Corporation genetic research center. I’ll go right to the point. Here’s the situation: We were researching for a substance that would provide the possibility of “the perfect body”. The substance would allow the wearing of tight clothes and accessories such as high heels, for prolonged period of time, without hurting or having any discomfort. We were on the verge of finalizing the product. All the tests showed good results, with minimum side effects.
At the same time, there was another substance that was being developed to allow prolonged underwater time. That substance would prevent the skin from suffocating from lack of oxygen, and cause the usual swelling. Both projects were going well, and were almost achieving the projected goals. That’s when the accident happened.”

 They all looked at each other, saying “accident?” The recording was continuing.

 “The earthquake was strong and long, and raised a peak at 29 flapt. The equipment and experiments were literally flying in the air, crossing the room. The two substances described earlier got mixed, along with other stuff, mainly bacterial culture...”

“That’s looks bad!” said Karen.

“Shht.” Said Lynda. “We figured.”

 “… the resulting mixture, although diluted by water, got splashed on everything around, including us. Since a bacteria doesn’t live long when exposed to the air, and the substances had an effectiveness of about 8 hours, we figured that it shouldn’t be too bad, adding to the fact that everything was heavily diluted with water from the broken pipes in the building.
 The symptoms started about 2 days after the accident. First aching of the foot, being cure only by raising the heel high in the air, and then the waist ache. The only cure was to wear high heels and corsets. Of course, that didn’t made us very much happy, but the fetish stores were wild, since the effect didn’t seemed to diminish at all with time. Twelve of us got the symptoms in the first 6 days. Then the skin began to swell and ache and the only cure was to stay in a bath of water almost all the time. We figured out pretty quick that by blocking exposure to the air we would solve the problem. So now, we’re confined to wear air tight suits, corsets and high heels. Here’s a list of the symptoms and remedies:
- Aching of the foot: The tendons shrink. Cure: wearing of high heels. More severe cases involve having the foot straight up, standing on the tip of the toes.
- Aching of the waist: Loss of muscle mass around the spine, mainly the lower portion. Cure: wearing of corsets, some with more severe constriction than other. The Most severe cases involved loss of muscle mass around the length of the spine, and the victim must wear a full body corset.
- Aching of the neck: Loss of muscle mass at the neck. Cure: wearing of stiff posture collars. On more severe cases, the whole head has to be encased.

“That’s all I have for now” said Richard. “I should have the rest of it in a few hours.”

“Thank you and very good job.” Said Norm. “Now, any suggestions? Anybody?”

“Err… Norm. Can I call someone who is not from the community? I mean not as all from the scientific community?”

 Norm looked puzzled.

“If you think that person can help us with that,” He said pointing at the glass box, “go ahead.”

“Well,” said Karen, a little embarrassed, “It’s more help for… me.”

 Norm made her a smile. “No problem. Go ahead.”

 One hour later, someone attracting much attention was entering the office. She was wearing a holographic silver Lycra catsuit, tighter than her own skin could be. The legs of the suit were tight down to the knee where they slightly flared toward the bottom, barely covering her 7 inches heel, 1.5 inch white platform shoes. She had a shiny metallic band around her neck, with a padlock at the back, and her crotch was covered by a white patent leather panties. A small zipper could be seen in the back of the catsuit, going from mid-back to under the metallic collar. It must have been quite an act just to put the suit on, being that tight, and with such a small opening.

 The sounds of the heels clicking on the hard tiled floor made Karen turn her head. She knew who was coming.

“Hello Jessie. Nice of you to come.”

“Yeah, yeah. All I want my $100 bucks, and I’m out of here. Labs give me the creeps…
Jessie recognized her, and displayed a smile, while looking at how Karen was dressed.

“Wow. I knew you were into corseting. Well, I mean, I was close. Tight jeans have pretty much the same effect as a corset.” She said, while popping a bubble of her chewing gum.

      Karen rubbed her thigh, remembering that she was actually wearing tight jeans. She had completely forgotten about it. She found it weird.

      Karen smiled. The others were speechless. How could she invite someone with such a bad attitude?

 “Euh,.. In fact, it’s more complex than that. Can you spare an hour or so? I have something to show you.”

“Well, that depends. You said that you were to give me $100 to come. If it’s going to take longer than an hour, it’s gonna cost you more.” Said Jessie, with her provocative tone. Looked like she thrived on provoking people, either by her dressing habits, or her attitude.

“Whatever.” Said Karen, waving her to come closer, pretty sure that she would forget the money when she would see the video.

When Jessie saw the holographic projection, she freaked.

“Wow! Cool. 3D movie, and with fetishes? You’re gonna make millions with that. I knew you were a fetish freak.”

“Like I said, it’s more complex than that.” Repeated Karen, who was starting to regret to have invited her. “You do know that kind of clothing?”

“Are you nuts? That’s top of the line stuff. The woman in front is wearing a complete black molded latex catsuit, with a transparent latex hood, and it looks like the suit has some kind of built-in corset or something. I would say that the suit is almost like spray painted on. We don’t see her shoes though. And oh! Wow, look at the one at the back. Same outfit, but looked even thicker and tighter, and with a posture collar and ballet toe boots! Gee, I’d love to be able to be able to walk as easily as she is with those on. But what kind of fetish group are you? I see only you with some fetish stuff, and it’s minimal, as for the rest of you, your clothes are rather boring.”

Karen let out a sigh.

“Jessie, can I ask you to have a little more respect? This is serious. Very serious. Now, sit, and listen.”

      Jessie, surprised by Karen’s tone shut up, went to the nearest chair, and sat. She casually crossed her legs leaving her left food dangling, showing her heeled shoe. One could notice that the thick Spandex was so tight around her thigh that they barely got squished.

“The rock you see inside the glass box,” continued Karen, “is an asteroid that was found a few weeks ago. There is some unknown goo spilling out from it, and we were able to retrieve this recording. Seems that the goo is producing body changes. I was not a... fetish freak before I came in contact with it and although I have to wear weird things, I’m still not a fetish fan. Now, pay attention please.”

      Jessie looked at her, popping another bubble of her chewing gum. “Yeah right. Whatever. You’re paying anyway.”
     
 Karen started the projection, and the audiotape. Jessie watched and listened at the whole thing. At one point, she started to rub her crotch, but stopped when she saw the repressive look of Karen. She looked to be literally turned on by what the alien woman was saying, as much as the outfits that the alien race was forced to wear. She had uncrossed her legs spread them a little and were discretely rubbing her crotch. Then the projection reached the end point of the first translation. Richard had finished translating the rest of it.

...
- Itching, aching and swelling of the skin: Strong reaction to direct exposure to air. Cure: sealing the skin from the air, either by placing the patient in water or other air tight substance, or by regular application of sealing cream, or by wearing an airtight garment. If the garment method is chosen, it has to be skin tight, as any space will cause rubbing between the garment and the skin, and increasing pain. In the most severe cases, all orifices had to be sealed, and procedures with tubes and catheters used for the living bodily functions.

The effects may vary from person to person. Some seems not to be affected at all, and other has very severe body transformations. Women seem more affected than men, in a proportion of 20 to 1.  So far, our researches have not given many results. We’ve tried every antibiotic known with no success whatsoever. We still haven’t found any differences between the affected and the non-affected persons.

Affected communities were constitute, where everyone showing even the slightest symptom was sent, since we didn’t knew if exposure to infected people could trigger the effects on non-infected ones.

So I send you these samples of the culture we have. Be very careful to keep in completely isolated, as the bacteria spread very easily and rapidly in the air, and for some unknown reason, seems to act pretty much the same as a virus meaning that the bacteria survives in the air. We suspect that it can also reproduce in the air but our researches on that matter are inconclusive.

 The translated dialogue returned to the original language.

“The rest of it,” said Richard “is mainly scientific matter, with terms and words I simply can’t translate. It could be anything.”

 Karen stayed there, looking at the fixed image of the alien woman for a few seconds before turning toward her co-workers. Jessie had got up, and was walking around, rubbing her crotch. She’s seems to be the only one who actually enjoy the message.

“We don’t know what level of contagion this stuff will have on us. They look pretty similar to us but we never know.” Said Lynda.

“You better keep me isolated, to limit the spreading. That way... Oh SHIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

      They all turned where Karen was looking and all were disgusted. Jessie had opened the glass box, had taken a full hand of the goo and was spreading it all over on her face.

“Hey, you do what you like. As for me, I WANT to become like that.”

“You don’t understand. By doing that, you’ve contaminated the air of the whole lab. Now, we’ve been all exposed to it.”

An alarm sounded, and heavy doors closed. Norm had pushed the emergency button, sealing the room, and trapping everyone inside.

“Hey!” yelled Jessie, running for the closing door, but was too late. “I do not intend to stay here with you. I want to go out.”

“To put it clearly” said Norm “You’re the one who closed the doors on all of us.”

They were all looking at her. Some with angry eyes, other with panicked looks.

“What? Where is the problem? If you don’t want the effect, just don’t touch the stuff.” Said Jessie wiping the excess off her face with the back of her gloved hand.

“Haven’t you listened at all?”

“Well, not really. All that nerd stuff is not really my bag. But the images are astounding. You should patent this thing. I’m telling you, you’ll make a bundle.”

 Karen walked away, nodding her head from side to side.

5 days later.

      Richard opened the inside door of the airlock, allowing passage of goods into the quarantined room. Apart from some food, there were a few boxes of clothing. He quickly browsed through them, picked one and approached Karen, lying on a bed, with Jessie at her side. Jessie was already wearing a latex catsuit and 6 inches heels. She had put on her corset. She didn’t really need all of these at this time, but since it was almost her normal clothing, this was no big deal for her. Karen was another story. She had started to complain of more pain around her waist, chest and hips, which required a long body corset. That helped, but she still continued to have severe itching all over her body and her skin was becoming painful at the slightest touch. After listening once more at the recording, it was concluded that she had reach the step of the latex suit, which Richard rapidly handed to her. It was an off the shelf suit and the fit was probably not going to be perfect. Jessie helped her putting it on.

 Lynda was now wearing 4 inches heels, and tight jeans, and complained of neck pain. Richard handed her the two inches wide leather collar. Lynda felt weird of putting it on, but to her surprise, it eased the pain. She simply hoped that this was all she would need. The tape specified that different people were getting different levels of body modification. Jessie was wishing for the most pronounced effects, but so far, it didn’t seem to affect her much. Perhaps it was the fact that she was already a tight lacer, a high heels and latex wearer.

 To his distress, Norm had to start wearing high heels. He was at 4 inches. A slight pain at waist level was cured by tightening his pants belt. He wished for nothing more.

 Karen was getting up, as Jessie helped her zip the suit up. The suit was not the best fit for her. Well, the fit was fine it just wasn’t skin tight. Karen moved a little then moaned.

“No. This is not working. Where it is snug, it’s okay, but where it’s loose the rubbing is unbearable. I’m better off without it. We’re gonna have to find another one.”

“We’ll have to order it. The store doesn’t have the one that would fit you in stock.”

“Let’s do it. Whatever the price, and have it a.s.a.p.” Said Norm.

“I’ll take care of it.” Said Jessie, heading for the phone.

“How are you?” asked Norm

“I’ve been better” answered Karen. “How about you. The belt is still enough?”

“So far, yes. I just hope it won’t go to the corset. As for the heels, it’s surprising how fast I got used to them.”

“That’s the... beauty of the thing, if I may say so. Although all these items are not very comfortable in normal times, they are with these modifications. Weird, yet understandable.”

 “You’ll have it in tree days” said Jessie to Karen. “In the meantime, may I suggest you wrap yourself in plastic wrap. It might help.”

      The phone rang, and Richard answered. He put the call on hold and turns toward the group, a strange expression on his face.

“What’s wrong” asked Karen.

“It’s Judy, you know, my sister who recorded the voice for the holographic projection. She’s starting to feel pain on the arch of her feet and at the waist.”
A dark cloud fell on the group. The illness was spreading outside.

Excerpt of Karen personal log
      Day 426. 14 months have passed since the discovery of the bacteria on the asteroid. More and more people are affected by it. The first isolation center has been built. Nicknamed Freak Center by the population, it houses 2000 people, all affected to different degree. I was named director. I don’t know if it’s a favor or a punishment. Many people hold me responsible for what’s going on since I was the first one to manipulate it and probably break it.  Research continues to find a cure.
 We devised a scale of severity of the affected people. There are 8 levels:
- Level 1: up to 4 inches high heels, waist belt
- Level 2: up to 5 inches high heels, waist chincher to tight jeans, none to mild neck support.
- Level 3: 4 to 6 inches high heels, waist chincher to tight jeans, none to standard latex catsuit (gloves + socks), none to mild neck support.
- Level 4: 4 to 6 inches high heels, low to medium corsets, standard latex catsuit (gloves + socks), none to medium neck support.
- Level 5: 4 to 6 inches high heels, medium to full body corsets, standard latex catsuit (gloves + socks), mild to medium neck support.
- Level 6: 4 to 6 inches heels, medium to full body corsets, sealed latex catsuit, medium to high neck support.
- Level 7: ballet toe boots, full body corsets, sealed latex catsuit, high to severe neck support
- Level 8: pointed ballet toe boots, sealed latex catsuit, fiberglass casting, severe neck support.

      I seem to be stopped at level 4. I don’t need any neck support so far. I hope it’s the farthest I would go. The sealed latex catsuit of level 5 does not exactly appeal to me.
      Lynda is okay at level 3, with tight jean over her latex catsuit. She was able to settle her neck collar with a mild stiff rubber collar embedded in the latex suit. It’s rigid, yet flexible, and thus, more comfortable.
       Norm had to go with a waist chincher, but is still okay with four inches heels. As for Richard, he’s still unaffected, and is one of our research subject that will help us, we hope, find the cure.
       Jessie is the severest case of all, reaching level 8. Over the past year, she has gone through a lot of changes, all more severe than the other. They are all described as they happen in this log, but since I think she had reached the farthest possible end. In fact, level 8 was created to fit her in the list. I’ll recap.
       She now has to wear extreme ballet toe boots. In fact, she’s standing on the tip of her toes, with her ankle aligned straight. The boots have no heels, just a flat toe. We actually had to cast her feet in fiberglass, up to her knee. She also has to wear an extremely rigid and long corset, that go from just over the knee, wrapping each leg, and up to her head, completely covering her chest and shoulders, and wrapping almost completely her head, leaving only the face free. Again, the best way to do it was to cast it in fiberglass. So she is one stiff body from head to knee, then from knee down. Her only mobile parts are her arms and knees. And she’s starting to complain of pain on her wrists. The tricky part was to make the fiberglass wrapping tight enough. Just wrapping it around her was not enough, so we had to make the parts separately, front and back, and a little bit too small, then applied them on her body, over her already extra-thick latex catsuit, and use straps and screws to close them together before gluing them together with more resin. Although it was painted black, she didn’t liked the look of it, and suggested we sprayed painted everything with black latex, so we did. Four coats, again, per her request. But that’s not all. With that stiff body, she couldn’t normally go to the bathroom anymore, to her request, we fitted her with catheters and inflatable bladders, so she could relief herself by opening a valve, or by giving herself an enema for the more solid matter. Then, it appears that the inside of her mouth and her eyes couldn’t resist direct contact with the outside air. Maybe it’s in direct relation with the fact that she spread the goo directly on her face, but I’m not sure.  Again to her demand, we filled her mouth with a hollow sack. Tubes running through it for feeding and air, that were fed in her stomach and lungs. There was a large flap on the outside of the gag that was glued to the mouth hole of her latex hood, sealing it tight. The tubes were cut flush at the outside of the gag, where she would simply attach the feeding tube to the proper hole as needed. Her eyes were covered with dark tinted glass lenses glued over the edge of the eyes holes of the hood. The mouth sack was then filled with liquid latex that hardened with time. I really didn’t think this was necessary, but Jessie believed that would ensure that no air would enter her mouth. The sack was filled until she said to stop, when her cheeks looked ready to pop. Then, her whole body was sprayed once again with latex except the very center of the glass lenses, completely sealing her. She now looks like a pitch black, shiny statue that is trying to walk. For her case, I don’t know how much is real body modification, and how much is pure fantasy because after all, she was a true fetishist before that incident. We had to go to extreme lengths to accommodate her. With a stiff body like that, there was no way she would lay down to rest so we fixed one eye bolt on both shoulders, and constructed a lifting mechanism. All she has to do is to back off on the machine, two “fingers” grabbed the eyebolts, and with a pressure of her hand, the lifting mechanism is triggered, lifting her off the ground for an inch or so relieving pressure on her legs. At the same time, an arm pivots under her crotch and plugged into the hoses, and start the cleaning process. I all found it a little weird and straight out of one of the fetish stories she once talked to me about. Talking about fetishes, it seems that there's not a lot of true fetishists that seems to be affected or since they actually like the way the illness makes them behave, and so do not report their condition. The thing is that on the street, if you see someone walking in a rubber suit, you assume it's a fetishis, and not another casualty of the bacteria.
     
       Karen closed the file as there was a knock on her office door.

“Come in.”
     
      It was Jessie. She really looked weird, yet stunning. Her thin slender legs looked extra long with her elongated feet. Her body was stunning curves, from her hips, to her tiny waist, to her large breast, everything molded solid by the fiberglass. Her neck looked long and small, as the fiberglass casting enclosed her head, which was pitch black. Only the strange tubes holes at the front of her mouth cut the seamless outfit. She had to walk by rocking from side to side, since the only moving part was her knees and arms. She walked straight in front of her, paused then swing to turn left. She was now facing Karen’s desk. She made a few more steps forward until she reached it, than handed her a piece of paper. Karen unfolded it and read. It was another demand from her. She was asking for her arms to be wrapped in fiberglass including each finger independently, her elbows bent at 90 degrees. Karen put the paper on her desk.

“Jessie. Don’t you thing you’ve gone far enough? I don’t really believe that all that fiberglass casting, gags and tubes are necessary. I believe you’re simply acting your wildest fantasy. So, unless I have medical proofs that you really need that, I will not do it. I think you’ve gone far enough.”

 Gagged as she was, Jessie couldn’t argue much, unless she wrote more, which was taking time dressed as she was. The multiple latex coatings made her fingers clumsy, and thus difficult for her to hold a pen, as for typing, it was not much easier. She turned around and walked out of the office, rubbing her arm. Karen had a smile. She was sure she would find a way and that she would have what she wanted.

 Karen was going back to her computer when there was another knock. It was Lynda. Karen gestured her to enter. She looked... different. She was wearing her black skin tight latex catsuit as her base suit, the tight jeans over them, and the 6 inches heels platform shoes. She had chosen a transparent latex hood. She had had her hairs cut, and made into a wig, which she was wearing over the hood, giving her a shiny face, but with hair. Her head was held straight by her thick collar. She had put her white lab coat over it all. The suit was getting stretch over her enlarged breast. She looked proud of how she looked, and the fact is that she was. She liked her new look, and her wig idea were catching on among the other infected, mainly on the woman side which were making 80% of the group. She walked to Karen’s desk, her heels clicking on the hard tiled floor.

“What’s up with her now?” asked Lynda, pointing at the exiting Jessie.

“More fiberglass, but I said no. What brings you by? You want fiberglass items too?”

“Hell no! I’m okay with what I have. But it’s amazing how any little move turns me on. I’m always on the edge of an orgasm. No, I’m here because we have a new arrival this afternoon. 21 persons. 19 women and two men.”

“Which level?”

“Mild to medium. Honestly I suspect that at least two of the women are fetish freaks who want the free goodies. And the men, are also fetish freaks, but are here only to get a ball at looking at the others.”

“What makes you say so? We usually have one phoney per arrival, but four? Aren’t you getting paranoid?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so. That’s why I wanted to see you so we can review the files of these four.”

“Okay, let’s have a look.”

 Lynda lends a disk to Karen who put it in her computer. In the meantime, Lynda took place besides her, to have a better look at the computer screen. She moaned when she sat, her tight jeans biting her crotch, and sending pleasure waves.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh “files W9423, Lu, and W9424, Ingrid.”

 The first one was a 21 y/o woman, complaining of pain on her feet and waist. The second one was a 23 y/o woman, complaining of the same symptoms.

“That’s nothing uncommon,” said Karen “these are the first symptoms.”

“I agree,” said Lynda “but according to the tests, they both have pain only under the arch, none at the ankle, which is not consistent with the usual symptoms. As for the pain at the waist, although they said that, when the belt was tightened around their waist they felt better, they didn’t let out the usual ouch when the belt was removed, which, you know, should have happen.”

“I see your point. You seem to be right on. All the real infected had a sharp pain when the belt was removed, that lasted just a second, but was there. As for the lack of pain at the ankle, you have another point. My question is how come they were put on the bus anyway? They should have been discarded. And how about the men?”

“Files M1754, Jeff and M1755 Chris. They complain of waist pain and waist pain only. There are over two thousands people here, and not a single one of them is suffering only from waist pain. Foot pain always comes first. We have a few foot pain only, but none waist pain only. That’s why I say they’re phoney.”

“Okay, now the BIG question. How did all four of them got the pass for the bus?”

“I’ve put people on that. They were all approved by the same doctor. I suspect bribes.”

“Your points look good, but there’s one problem: why the doctor filled the form with symptoms that he knew were wrong? Either he’s not so bright, or he made a big mistake.”

“Or someone else forged his signature.” Said Norm, entering the office.

“More details Norm?”

“Yes. Our little culprits made one little mistake. I just talked with Dr Miur. He said that I explained a mystery he had as I solved mine. Two weeks ago, someone broke into his office. He saw nothing missing, and wondered what has been done. According to his computer, no confidential files were opened, nor copied. So I faxed him the forms and, we examined them and that’s where we found the clues. When any form is printed, the hour and date is automatically printed, but coded as a serial number. According to this, these forms were printed on June 20, a Tuesday, at 9:36, which is within his normal working hours. Except that on that week, his office was closed, as he was attending a congress in Europe. So, we concluded that someone broke into his office, printed the forms, and used them. I was going to ask Karen the permission to give that file to the police so we could find the one responsible for it.”

“I think it’s the best...”

“No, wait.” Cut Lynda. “I have a better idea.”

 The bus arrived, and all passengers went through the usual procedures, including a review of the medical form. Needless to say that the four suspects were a little more nervous that the others. Measurements were taken to have proper fitted garments. When they asked why their whole body has to be measured when they only complained of foot or waist pain, they were told that it was standard procedures to take all measurements, just in case their situation evolves.
      They were also told that it was standard procedures to be quarantine for 5 days before they could join the others, giving the time to see if they are not carrying other diseases, and for the delay needed to prepare proper fitting garments. In the meantime, the women were given off the shelf high heels, for their feet, and the men wide elastic belts. They were placed together in little rooms, two by two. The entrance way to the rooms was double door, creating a sort of airlock. Only one door could be opened at one time, and they were both controlled by security. They didn’t knew it but it was not at all standard procedures. They were in fact monitored by hidden cameras. The suspicions of Lynda came true within 24 hours when the ladies kicked off the high heels shoes and rubbed their feet, and when the men removed the elastic belt to sleep, giving indications that they did not need the accessories, and thus that they had none of the symptoms of the contamination. Lynda’s plan was put forward. Jessie was included in the plan, but for her to accept, they had to agree to grand her the fiberglass arms she requested.
 Four days later, there was a knock on the women’s door. They opened and were almost shocked at what they saw. In front of her was standing a robot like woman, with a body sculpted to perfection, her arms stiff bent to 90 degrees, holding two cardboard boxes. There was a paper on top. They realized that the robot couldn’t talk when they saw the tube holed at her mouth. They took the boxes and the instructions. The robot turned back and left. The women were blabbing about what they had just seen, and were literally turned on. The same scenario was played at the men’s room, which were having a strong erection when she left. But their pleasure fell short when they opened the box. All four had the same thing: a full body thick rubber catsuit, a long body corset, covering from hips to neck, and a pair of 6 inches heels lace up platform boots. The latex suit included a thick hood with the eyes holes covered with very dark lenses, and a built-in gag at the mouth hole, with a tube running through it for breathing, and a small crotch zipper. The instructions were clear. To prevent any contamination from them, or to them, the door of their room would not unlock before they have put on all the garments, in the proper order and properly fastened. This was definitely not what they had bargain for.
 The corsets had to be put on first. The women tried them, but they found it way to small and stiff for their tastes. So, they set them apart, and started to put on the latex suits. A horn sounded in their room, and a voice was heard.

“The items have to be put on in the proper order, and properly fastened. I should remind you that you came here on your own free will, and that you sign a paper stating that you allow us to take any measure to ensure your security and health recovery if possible.”

      The men discarded the corsets and started to put on the latex suit. They were given the same warning. They had a careful look around and discovered the tiny camera, and were now pretty sure that they had been uncovered. The woman called Lu approached the camera.
“Hey, you up there. Listen. We admit we’re not infected, that we did that only to come here. Now, let us go, and we promise we won’t try to come back.

“Who gave you the medical form?” said the voice.

Ingrid slapped her on the back of the head.

“Shut up, Lu. Don’t tell them.”

“I’m not going to put on these things just so your boyfriend won get caught.”

“Shut up! You’ve said enough.”

A similar discussion happened on the men side.

“Who gave you the medical form?” asked the voice.

“If I tell you, do you spare us to wear these clothes?” asked Jeff.

“Yes” said the voice

“Then, I am the one who gave the medical forms.”

“How?”

“I broke into Dr. Miur’s office while he was gone, and printed the form from his computer.”

“Is there more forms distributed?”

“No. Only to me, my girlfriend, my friend and his girlfriend.”

“Do you still have a master?”

“Yes, on my personal computer at home, but I promise I’ll erase it.”

      Lynda turned toward Karen, Norm and the police inspector who was wearing a protective biohazard suit.

“That’s good enough. We’ll search his apartment and destroy the file.”

“What do I do with them? Do they go with you?”

“They came in contact with a lot of people that were contaminated, right? That means that, they could carry the bacteria, even if they do not display any symptoms, right?”

“To both question, the answer is: yes.” Said Karen. “They’ve been in direct contact with about 20 people in the bus, and the room they were in was not sealed. They were breathing the same air as we do.

“Very well. Bring them all together in the same room. I’ll talk to them. You’re coming too.”

 Jessie was sent to guide them to the conference room. They were all giggling at how she was walking. One of the women seemed definitely turned on by Jessie’s situation. As for the men, they looked more nervous than before, especially Jeff. They entered the conference room and were greeted by Karen, Lynda, Norm, Richard and the police inspector, still in his biohazard suit. The men were especially wide eyes for Karen and Lynda. After all, it was to see exactly that they had come.
 The police officer took the stand.

“My name is inspector Ford from the Federal Police dept. According to the article 34B of the World Health Comity document on the Body Modifying Bacteria, or BMB, you were in close contact with numerous possibly infected people for more than 24 hours, thus making you a health risk. It is not within my powers to confine to stay in this facility, but I would strongly suggest it. Your personal data file will be updated, meaning that you’ll be filed as possibly contaminated. Do you understand what I just said?”

 If Karen didn’t knew better, she would have bet that all four had stop breathing, Yes they did understood what had just happened. They’ve been outcast. Set apart. Now, people will fear them, they will not be able to buy anything, including food. Their apartment will be disinfected then condemned. And they have been ordered to stay here. But, this was no prison, so they would be able to come and go at will. Karen took the stand.

“Well, looks like you’ve become research subjects. Welcome.”

“That’s bullshit!” said Jeff. “I’ll leave, right now, and you can’t stop me. This is no prison.”

“You’re right, this is no prison, but you’ve condemned yourself. Remember what the inspector Ford here just said. You are filed. That means no more lodging, no more food, no more transportation. Where will you live? What will you eat?”

“I’ll manage.” He said, heading for the door. Nobody stopped him. Karen looked at the other three. Ingrid was hesitating. She wanted to follow her boyfriend, yet she was not attracted by what was waiting for her outside.

“You have two choices.” Continued Karen. “You either go, or you stay. If you chose to stay, you’ll have to follow some rules, which goes as follow: You will wear the outfits we will provide you with...”

“What? No way! We don’t need them. We do not have real symptoms, remember?” said Ingrid.

“Yes, I know that perfectly well. But, you tried to trick us. If I let you go normally, you’ll have what you came here for, meaning have a look, and have some fun. This is not Pleasure Hotel. This is a research center. At the same time, it will serve as your punishment for fraudulent use of official documents.”

“They can’t do that. Tell them Inspector Ford.”

“I must say that I agree with the center’s director. You did forge official documents, and you should not go unpunished. We already had a conversation about that earlier, and I completely agree with her proposal.”

“The... the suit with the hoods, plugs and everything?”

“Not exactly, the corset part of it. As for the suit, since you don't have real symptoms, sealing you in latex will only cause undesired side effects. No, we'll provide you with extra-thick, extra-tight Spandex suits. The suit will have a full face covering hood with a built-in gag to forbid you to talk, and use your tongue for any pleasure. The eyes holes will be covered with fogged lenses so you will not perfectly see and the corset will be fit with chastity devices so you do not give yourself any pleasure. Like I said, this is not a fetish palace, and this is part of your punishment for trying to sneak in."

 Lynda had a smile. She could see that Chris was actually having quite an erection. She was not surprised when he was the first to step forward and agree. Karen made him sign the release form. Lu did the same right after him. They both turned to Ingrid.

“Come on. You know you won’t survive long out there. And it may actually be fun, and if at the same time, we can help those really infected, that would be even better.”

“I’ll take my chance with Jeff.” She said, leaving rapidly.

 Lu and Chris were fitted with the suits, and given janitor tasks to pay for their stay. They were allowed to live in the same quarters, but with all the chastity devices and the gag, removed only for feeding, there was not much sexual intercourse going on. They tried, but never succeeded. Reality bites.

Excerpt of Karen personal log
Day 911. Barely over thirty-six months in the crisis. So far, mostly North America is affected. Only a few rare cases have been reported in Europe. Nineteen Research and isolations centers have been built North American countries.
Jessie is starting to show strange health problems, which are not consistent with what should happen. She seems that she's severely itching almost all over her body, but the fiberglass casting prevents her from any scratching. I really suspect that there are the effects associated with her body not made for such immobility, and her skin is simply choking from lack of fresh air. I tried to tell her that, but she refused, simply asking for medication. So far, she's kept on heavy sedatives.

The research continues. We are getting closer to isolate the bacteria responsible for all this. Once that is done, it's gonna be easier to find a antibiotic to cure it. With Richard having pretty much translated the scientific blabbing of the holographic projection, it appears that we reached the level of research they had about 2 months ago. We're continuing in the direction she indicated to the Dr. Kagm. We are working with the hypothesis that the bacteria modifies the DNA, causing the body modifications.
After two months, Chris, one of the "phony" that tried to sneak in, started to get real symptoms. He's currently at level 1. As for his girlfriend, Lu, she doesn't display any symptoms whatsoever.

 Lynda entered the room. She was wearing a fashionable red shirt with long sleeves, slightly flared at the wrists making a nice contrast with her black gloved hands, a high thick collar for neck support, and her now usual extremely tight jeans. 5 inches black pumps were completing the outfit. Karen knew that she was actually wearing a complete catsuit under all this, but Lynda, with her fashion eye, had made it appear otherwise.

“You look stunning, like usual. Where do you take all these ideas?”

“Well, they just come to me.”

“You really have the eye for it, or is it us that are getting used to that fetish look, and appreciate it more and more. By the way, your jeans seem a lot tighter than usual. Am I right?”

 Lynda slowly rubber her hips. The seams were stretched to the breaking point. The denim was so tensed that there was absolutely no wrinkle from the waist down to the knee. When she walked, only a large crease was forming between at the base on the bun. And it was obvious that she was unable to make very long steps. The jeans were too tight to allow it. She looked down.

“Well, I think that.. I’m gonna have to switch to a corset.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it pretty fast. I don’t mind mine very much now” said Karen, rubbing her stiff and tightly encased torso.

“I know that, and it’s not the point. The fact is that… I loved these jeans. I loved these tight jeans.

      In fact, she was at the head of a manufacturing company that design and market casual and everyday looking clothing for the infected. She looks like she's wearing standard tight jeans and a stretch velvet long sleeve and turtleneck collar. The reality is that the inside of her jeans have been coated with latex, and where the jeans stop hugging her leg, the latex sleeve encase her leg only, looking like black socks. The same with her stretch velvet shirt: its inside was coated with latex, giving her the protection she needed, with a more fashionable look. Her head is still covered with a transparent latex hood, with a wig.

“What do you think?”

“Very impressive. You seems to have pretty good ideas. Anything else you conceived?”

“Is it Karen the administrator asking, or Karen the woman?”

“The woman.” Answered Karen with a giggle. “I’m kind of getting bored of that plain look.”

“I see. Well, why don’t you try this?” She said, handing Karen the bag she was carrying.
 Karen opened it.

“Looks like dark red velvet. Wow!” she said, while taking the catsuit out of the bag. “But how about the corset, and why that high collar?”

Lynda approached and took the piece of clothing.

“Look here. The corset is built in. Once laced in, it almost doesn’t show. As for the collar, I noticed that you’ve been rubbing your neck quite often for the past 3 or 4 weeks, so I suspect, although that you’ll probably never admit it, that you’ve gone just a bit farther, and that a neck support is needed.”

 Karen sighed. “Yes, you’re right. Although I don’t look forward to it, it seems you’re right. So, can I try it on now?”

 Lynda didn’t had time to answer, Karen was already in the bathroom undressing. She came out a few minutes later. It was a tight fitting catsuit, dark red velvet, long tight sleeves with puffed wrists and flared legs that just looked marvelous with her black platform shoes. The zipper looked invisible in the front of the suit, and the high rise collar provided the desirable support, with a fashion touch: the front carried a red sparkling stone.

“That’s… that’s…”

“Great?” said Lynda.

“Well, no. Err, I mean, yes… no I mean it’s more than that. It’s sublime. I like it.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Like it? I looove it. Do I owe you anything?”

“Well, sort of. I’m thinking about starting my own designer line of clothes. And I would need some help of the administrative nature.”

“I’ll do anything I can.” Said Karen, turning in front of the mirror, and rubbing her tightly encased buttocks that were looking stunning in the tight velvet. As Lynda said, the corset line almost doesn’t show, making her appears like she had that shape naturally. Her breast was raised and put into display in a very glamorous way

Excerpt of Karen personal log
 Day 739. Over 2 years have passed, and we have good news. Sixty percent of the world population is affected to some degree. The last study gave us the following:

Of those affected:
- 3% level 1, at 95% men
- 19% level 2
- 16% level 3
- 15% level 4
- 27% level 5
- 12% level 6
- 8% level 7
- 0% level 8, only 6 known in the world, including Jessie, so far, and all are suspected to be acting their fantasies, rather than really be affected that much.

As you may have notice, the bulk is at level 5, with 27%.
 The precision of this study is possible with the discovery of a test that can tell us if one person is infected or not. The test seems to be precise between 80 to 95%. With that test, we were able to determine that Jessie was affected at level 2, far from all her body sealing/body casting fantasies. While she was still sedated, we removed everything. Her skin was severely damaged, on the verge of getting rotten. A few more weeks and it would have been too late. She's very prone to infection, and we fear that the bacteria could have a ball with her, and really infect her to the highest level. Come to think of it, she would be quite excited about it.
 Lu came to us yesterday with a strange proposition: she asked to be injected with the bacteria. She's willing to cope with all the possible side effects. She believes that if with that she's not infected, that would mean that she is immune, and that she would represent a starting healthy subject. If it fails, she will join the others. If it succeed, she'll be the one who risked her life to save the world. I think she's after the second title. I have to discuss it with the medical comity.
 

 Lu was sitting in the leather chair, wearing a two-tone blue spandex catsuit and four inches pumps. Besides her was Chris, wearing a similar spandex catsuit with a wide belt tightly drawn around his waist. He was wearing shoes with a two inches heel. Lu seemed relaxed. He appeared nervous. They were standing in front of the 15 members of the Medical Comity. Karen was the leader of the interview.

"I don't know if you realize what you're asking for," said Karen "but as for me, I can't even speculate on what will happen. You could drop dead on the spot." She said.

"Yes, I know." Said Lu, still very alert. "But I also realize that if I don't do it, it may be months if not years before finding the cure. If my death can save millions, that's worthed."

"Lu." Said calmly Karen. "Are you sure you're not doing this just for the prestige of being the one that saved us all?"

She laughed.

"Come on, Karen. I've been here for over a year and a half. I've been in contact repeatedly with highly affected people, and I still show absolutely no sign of contamination. Somehow, my body is immune. If you can find what cause that, you might be able to find a cure."

 After more discussions and hypothesis, the experiment was accepted. In addition, Chris offered himself as the first test subject of the upcoming vaccine.

 The next day, Lu was prepared, and witnessed by all the members of the Medical Comity, she was injected a small amount of the bacteria.
 She immediately closed her eyes and grimaced of pain, biting her hips and clinching her fists. Karen looked in horror as her body became dark blue within seconds and appears to swell as if to explode as Lu lost consciousness. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped and Lu's skin reverted to normal. Lu was still out.
 Karen had to stop Chris who wanted to touch her.

"Wait. She might be deadly." She said as she probed her with some instruments.

"Her body temperature appeared to have fall back to normal. Heartbeat is steady at 70 beats per minute and slowly going down."

 Lu moaned and opened her eyes.

"W… What happened?" she asked.

"We don't know yet. How are you feeling?"

"As if I had been run over by a crowd." She said. "I ache everywhere."

 Karen looked sad.

"Well, at first I'd say you're now a full member of the club." She said.

"No, I… I don't think so. It's more like… muscle pain after working hard, cramps. Nothing like the sharp pain you described, and it seems to weaken quite rapidly." She said as she sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her arms. "Really, I feel fine."

 More blood samples were taken, and she was submitted to more cat scans and X-Rays, to compare data. She was plugged to monitors and all her vitals were closely watched.

      After two months of research, they were able to isolate a substance they believed was the blocker. They synthesized it, and called it Luon in honor of the one who risked her life for it.
     
      Clinical tests were performed and a year later, massive vaccine distribution would begin.
     
      One injection a week for four weeks would stop the progress of the body modification. Subsequent injections would regress the modifications, ultimately returning the bodies to their normal... behavior. That is assuming the sick would want to.

“Hi Lynda, how are you today?” said Karen.

 Lynda turned around. She was wearing one of her fashionable catsuit, but more breathable PVC this time, under incredibly tight jeans and with spiky heels.

“Very fine thank you. And you. Did you have your injection today?”

“Yes.” Answered Karen. “It will probably be my last one.”

“Hum.” Said Lynda, browsing Karen from head to toe.

“So you keep the high heels, the corset, tight jeans and latex catsuit, right?”

“Yeah, should be it. Will see in a couple of weeks or months if I want to go further backward but so far I like it that way.” She said smiling, rubbing her tightly constricted waist.

 She had learned to appreciate it, and couldn’t really go without it now.

“And how is feeling Jessie?”

“Well, pretty much pissed off. She would love to be able to keep the latex catsuit, heck, she would love to be totally encased in rubber, but her body just says no, so she wants us to make research to make a vaccine that would force the body modification.”

“That’s weird, but we did receive quite a lot of requests for it.”

“I know, but are you willing to put the population back at risk for it?”

 The answer was obvious. They wouldn’t.

 They grabbed each other arm and clicked their heels outside the building. Down on the street, people were back to normal, doing what they were always doing, not fearing anyone or anything, enjoying life. And although 99% of men decided to go back to their normal self, only 25% of all infected women did the same. The rest kept some part of it, as it could clearly be seen by the many high heels, tight jeans and shiny rubber outfits populating the streets.