EC III-VIII: Plugged In Extended

There’s a very restricted area in the Lab. They deal with both potential and established hazards, be it chemical toxicity, contagiousness or plain old “we don’t know what that is, but it might bite”. Everyone takes their protective measures very seriously here, especially the new personnel, like Tamsin.

When she unpacked her hazmat suit, she discovered an extra detail that she was not told about, nor was it in any of the multiple manuals and protocols that she made sure to read. A thick insulated cord with a plug at the end, attached to the suit’s back. No, not the sex toy that goes in the butt, real, honest socket plug.

There was no one else in the locker room, so Tamsin simply tried what you would expect. Upon the plug entering the socket, the yellow suit slowly, but noticeably began to change. Previously consisting out of separate hood, gas mask, coat, gloves and boots, all baggy, all oversized to fit for sure, they merged into one, with a better idea of the girl’s shape.

Stuffing the plug into a special fold on her back, Tamsin went in to assist in a series of routine toxin identification tests. Her grumpy colleagues did not notice that her suit was different, their day too ruined by the new coffee machine in the rec room being out of order already. After Tamsin was done for today, her suit easily came apart, and, as no contaminant has touched it, she could keep using it, as per the protocols.

Subsequent sessions saw Tamsin operating alone, as the department was stretched thin to run all sorts of tests on some new extremely durable matter. She kept coming earlier and earlier to charge herself up a little bit more, unable to admit to herself that using electricity to get tighter, stiffer and more plastic, was not how a normal hazmat suit should function, but it sure felt otherworldly to be wearing protective gear of this kind on the job.

***

“We found out what was wrong with the coffee machine. Its power cord was not stolen or broken. It... ran off. We haven’t a clue what else it can do, but it’s a contaminant alright, so make sure to find it. Our presumption is it’s still somewhere in the lab.”

***

The locker room was rather lively today. Tamsin sighed upon having less privacy today, as she donned her gear and, as per her own usual, plugged the cord into the socket. Most of her colleagues got the memo and, to her great embarrassment, their eyes were on her immediately. After pointing at the cord, they tried to pull it out, but it refused to budge, firmly intent on charging the entranced Tamsin to the fullest. Trying to focus on what felt good and be oblivious to what didn’t, Tamsin was unbothered by the attempts at rescuing her, as her protective suit went far beyond its previous changes.

After vacuum-sealing, similarly to before, she felt pressure starting to increase over her whole body. It was like melting into each other, her and her suit. The many hands trying to find how to get her out of there were only facilitating waves of pleasure. Even now, she kept telling herself that she just “liked” it, but it was an obsession that was quickly turning into physical possession.

The material has now transformed into stiff yet still elastic compound with a kevlar-esque nanotexture. Just to underline its impenetrability. Tamsin closed her eyes and let go as orgasmic pulses consumed the woman contained inside. Concerned hands caught and held her as the transformation continued. Her pleasure scream wanted out, but her gasmasked face was sealed to prevent noise pollution.

First, a pump of some kind appeared on top of her wettest point and drained the moisture with a seething sound, distributing it somewhere else in the suit. Then, a couple of fake boobs expanded from Tamsin’s real ones, a pronouncedly faker and stiffer part of the suit. A corset picked them up and squeezed her body into an hourglass. Then, platform and high heels rapidly stuck out of her rubber boots.

There was no safety pretense to these additions. She was a slut for safety, but she obtained the safety from ever getting out of the suit. It was not yellow anymore, but black, very much a contaminant color. And that’s what she was to her own lab.

Her despaired colleagues tried cutting the power to the socket, but it was either too late or unimportant whatsoever. Only after it was done, the cord fell off to be quickly contained and carried away.

***

“I’m positive it was an Enchanted Activation. As I see it, the device managed to attach itself to one of our regular hazmat suits and was able to corrupt it due to the wearer’s clueless assumption that they go together. No, I’m not moving your Tamsin to our department. Have you seen her? This animal forgot every single rule and protocol once she was mildly turned on. It’s so different from our Heidi situation!

We’re nearly there for testing the Disenchantment chamber (Disenchamber, for short) for the original exemplars, but our enemy adapts, and there might still be plenty of work before we can claim we’ve made Enchantment Clothing removable. Thankfully, my firm grip on this project isn’t going anywhere.”

— Clementine Darlin, Research Director