Sam's Treatment

Samantha sat quietly in the Doctor's office. The Doctor was just finishing up signing something when she had walked in and taken the seat. Samantha had worn simply jeans, shirt and light jacket for her visit. The jeans were nice and tight; the way Samantha liked them. Her left hand was wrapped in gauze with her index and middle finger splinted together, as if they had been broken. Her stomach felt like there were a swarm of butterflies in it. She was hoping that the results would be good.

The Doctor was a woman of about 30 in a typical lab coat that covered her clothing. Her thick brown hair was up and she wore slim glasses over her brown eyes. Instead of an office chair, the Doctor was in a motorized wheelchair. Since the first time that Samantha had come see the Doctor, Samantha had thought she was a beautiful woman, someone that she would love to get to know better beyond the professional relationship. The Doctor put the pen down and slid the papers aside.

“So, it has been three days since you were in.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Any ill effects since that time?” The Doctor's tone was professional and comforting, as doctors are apt to talk.

“None.”

“Any irritation? Itchiness?”

“No.”

“No discomfort? Lack of sensation?”

“No.”

“You have been taking the pills as instructed?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Samantha had been lulled by the Doctor's tone, which suggested authority. Samantha acted accordingly.

“No ill-effects from them? Nausea? Indigestion?”

“No. In fact, I haven't felt the need to eat since yesterday.”

“Good. Let's have a look, shall we?”

There was a whir of the chair's motor and the Doctor came around from behind the desk. Her legs were covered with a thin blanket and the way the lab coat was pulled tight suggested that the Doctor had a large bust. Samantha thought it must be straining at double D in size, but it was difficult to tell with the coat on her. The Doctor took Samantha's left hand and gently started to remove the gauze. The Doctor could feel tension in Samantha's hand.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, smiling at the reactions Samantha was showing.

“Yes.”

“How come?”

“I just hope it works.”

“I do to,” the Doctor said, reassuringly. “You seemed to want it to work so much at your initial consultation.”

The Doctor had the layer of gauze off the hand and now only had to remove the splint.

“Okay?” the Doctor asked her lovely patient.

“Yes,” Samantha said.

The Doctor slid the splint off. Samantha's two fingers were black. But not black from lack of blood or any medical condition. They were black, like they had been dipped in black gloss paint, which wasn't too far from the truth. It was also difficult to distinguish the two fingers as separate digits of Samantha's hand. It was as if they had been glued together, which they had. The black “skin” on Samantha's fingers reflected like it was still wet, even though it was dry and warm to the Doctor's touch.

“Excellent. It has taken well.” The Doctor examined the fingers with her touch and her eyes, looking for any signs of reaction to the skin. “I told you you shouldn't worry.”

“I know,” Samantha said sheepishly. “It's just that when you said that there might be the chance of rejection…”

“In a few cases, was what I said. That's why I do this test. Some patients' skins have allergic reactions to it, like some people have problems with latex, which this substance is in fact derived from. Now, can you separate your fingers?” Samantha tried, but they wouldn't budge.

“No.”

“Can you bend them?” Samantha curled her hand into a fist and the fingers flexed together. It was as if they had been joined like that since birth.

“And no discomfort at all?”

“None.”

“Good. Now you are sure that you wish to continue?”

“Oh, yes,” Samantha said, like someone who was about to realize her dream, which she was.

“Well, then I see no reason not too. You've signed the release and taken the prescription. Speaking of which,” the Doctor pulled out a pillbox from her coat pocket and popped one of the little pink pills. Samantha noticed that the pills were the same ones that she had been given to take.

“Doctor, you take the pills, too?”

“Yes.”

“But that means that you…” Samantha knew what it meant and found the thought exciting.

“…Have an application of Blackskin. Yes, I do. I don't like to let patients know until they are ready themselves. Would you like to see?” Samantha nodded emphatically yes. The Doctor undid her lab coat and took the cover from her legs. Samantha instantly went wet from what she saw.

The Doctor did indeed have large breasts that only had the coat covering them. They were at least 40 DD from what Samantha could tell and were perfect. From under her breasts to her feet, the Doctor had been encased in Blackskin. The black shiny skin formed tightly to her, squeezing her shapely legs together tightly into a single column. The skin covered her all the way to her toes, her feet seeming as if they had been sealed into a single 5” high-heel boot that seemed to mold to her feet as if it were part of her. Samantha let her hand lightly caress the ebony skin that now confined the Doctor to the wheelchair, since it was plainly obvious that she would be unable to walk. Like the Blackskin that had been used on Samantha's fingers, it was as natural fitting as if it were second skin, which it was.

“I had my legs done about a week ago,” the Doctor explained. “I had gone a while without a treatment and missed the sensations.” The Doctor slid her hands down her thighs, or perhaps more accurately, “thigh”, reveling in the smooth tightness of it. “I wanted it to be something that I could keep on without hindering me too much. This is just what the doctor ordered…if you'll pardon the pun.”

Samantha smiled at the joke and kept running her hand over the skin. The Doctor did not stop her since she was enjoying the caress. Samantha ran her hand up the Doctor's leg to her covered flat stomach. She began to fondle the Doctor's breast. It was full and round and soft to the touch, suggesting that it was not the magic of a plastic surgeon, but very natural indeed. Samantha then realized that she was being forward and pulled her hand away.

“That's quite alright,” the Doctor reassured her. She took Samantha's hand and pulled it back to her breast. She then took Samantha's left hand and pulled it toward her mouth. The Doctor treated the joined fingers to a kiss, then let her tongue gently glide over the smooth Blackskin. She looked into Samantha's eyes and saw the desire form. The Doctor knew that Samantha would make a wonderful patient, but she had had to be sure. Desire alone would not suffice. Her body had to be amenable to the treatment. Which Samantha had shown she would be. The Doctors lab results showed as much from the initial examination, but the test application was always the best way for checking long term exposure.

“Help me,” the Doctor said, setting the wheel locks. The Doctor put her hands on the arms of the wheelchair and planted her “foot” on the floor. She pushed herself up as Samantha rose to help steady her on her single heel. The Doctor was really an inch taller than Samantha, however with the added height of the heel, she towered over her. Samantha looked at the back of the Doctor, marveling at how wonderful the application was and how it made the Doctor's curvy hips and rear look soo much more appealing. When Samantha was finished admiring the Doctor's back, she stood before her. The Doctor slipped off Samantha's jacket. Samantha knew the Doctor's objective and removed her top, letting her own chest become exposed. The Doctor's skilled hands lightly brushed her soft breasts, her one thumb teasing a nipple gently. Samantha reached up and undid the Doctor's hair. The brown hair fell down to the Doctor's waist and framed her face wonderfully. Their arms wrapped around each other and they pulled themselves together, the Doctor's chest flattening against Samantha. Their lips met. Samantha felt the Doctor's tongue inside her mouth and did the same to the Doctor. They pulled apart after a minute of this. Samantha leaned against the arm of the chair she had been sitting in as the Doctor's skilled tongue danced around her nipple. Samantha let her fingers wander from the Doctor's tits to her sealed legs. Samantha pushed her hand where the Doctor's groin would be. The Doctor moaned and swayed slightly, still maintaining her balance on the heel. The Doctor's hand went in-between Samantha's legs and pressed firmly against the jeans. Samantha's thoughts scattered and her heart began to pound. Her teeth bit her lower lip as her hips ground into the Doctor's hand. She whispered something aloud. The Doctor looked up at her face, letting her finger flick the hard nipple.

“What was that?” The Doctor felt what was said, but wanted to hear it.

“Seal me…” Samantha panted. “Seal me forever.” The Doctor's face came up to Samantha's, her hand sliding behind Samantha's neck.

“I will.” The Doctor kissed Samantha deeply again. She pulled away, sucking on her lower lip. Then the Doctor returned to her seat in the wheelchair. “Stand up,” the Doctor ordered. Samantha straightened up, swallowing, her knees weak from the passion that she felt. “Remove the rest of your clothes and place them on your chair.” Samantha followed instructions. The Doctor's wheelchair spun and went to the bookcase behind the desk. She pulled on a book and the bookcase slid aside to reveal an elevator. The Doctor wheeled in and motioned for Samantha to follow. Samantha joined the Doctor in the elevator and the door closed; the car then proceeded down to the treatment rooms where Samantha's fantasies were about to become real.

The door of the elevator opened onto the lobby of the treatment center, which was done in a warm off-white, well lit, but not harsh. The walls were covered in a thick padding, like on the cell of an insane asylum. The Doctor wheeled out into the lobby and indicated a chair for Samantha to sit on in the corner.

“I have spent over three years perfecting the technique and substance that you are about to experience. It developed out of my own desires, then blossomed when I found others who shared those desires. You are about to experience nothing like you have ever known before.” The Doctor took out a handheld remote and pressed a button, causing the chair that Samantha was seated in to rise up slightly and for a padded platform to rise out of the floor under her feet. “The pink pills you have taken have altered your metabolism to the point where your nutritional needs have been curtailed, as was your need to excrete wastes. These changes are not permanent. They are only as long as you continue to take the pills on the prescribe schedule. You will still need to ingest nutrients, but not in the quantities that you have needed previous.” The Doctor slid her hand under her own breast and started to caress it.

“The same research I did on the metabolism pills lead to the hormone pills that endowed me with these. Yes, they are real. But science gave them help in growing. I will make it part of your treatment if you wish. I can do other things as well, but that will come in time. First…”

The Doctor wheeled her chair over to the platform, set the wheel locks, and slid onto the platform on her “knee”. Samantha spread her legs, knowing the Doctor's intent. The Doctor clasped her hands behind her back and started to lick and suck on Samantha's sex. The Doctor was evidently skilled at performing cunnilingus, apparently without the use of her hands. Samantha was in ecstasy. She found herself cumming a short while later as the Doctor did seem to certainly know which buttons to push. The Doctor sat back looking at Samantha who seemed spent for the moment. The Doctor took a small canister from beside the chair and held it under Samantha's nose. A hiss came from the nozzle as a gas was administered to the new arrival. The Doctor pushed another button on the remote and a hidden door opened. Two of the Doctor's orderlies walked in. When Samantha let the haze of passion fade from her mind, she noticed the two.

The Doctor's orderlies were women. Large breasted from their hormone treatments, to at least 46 DD. Both had waist length hair, one brunette, and one redhead. Their splendid bodies were encased in Blackskin. Their toes were pointed due to the 5” heels that were sealed to their feet. The Blackskin was formed with their legs separate, so that they could walk. It had not been applied to their chests, but it was used to bind their arms in such a way that their wrists were ‘glued' to the sides of their bodies, just under their breasts. Their hands were free of blackskin, but it was obvious that they had limited motion permitted in their arms. The blackskin proceeded up their necks and stopped under their noses, sealing their mouths. The skin was smoothed over their lips so that they formed through the skin, though there was no chance of them being able to open their mouths ever.

“These are my orderlies. They will help prepare you for the occlusion.” The orderlies walked over to Samantha as the Doctor remounted her chair and wheeled back to let them take the patient. “You will notice that your body will seem sluggish, this is due to a mild tranquilizing gas I have given you. It makes the process go much easier and better results are achieved when the patient's body is totally relaxed.” The orderlies each took an arm, and since their arms were so hindered, it was necessary for the orderlies' large breasts to press against the patient, much to the patient's delight. Samantha's body was slow to respond to her commands and it didn't help as her head was swimming with random thoughts of what lay ahead.

 

The orderlies led Samantha into a smaller room, which seemed like a large shower. There was a drain in the floor and flexible shower nozzles coming from the ceiling. The orderlies positioned her in the center of the room. The nozzles came on and a sweet smelling fluid sprayed over the three women. It was oily and slick. Soon, Samantha was dripping in it and the orderlies spread it all over her, using their ample breasts as applicators. Samantha licked her lips and tasted the oil; it was sweet, almost like white grape juice. Samantha looked down to see her skin shiny with oil and being smothered with the orderlies' bodies. The softness of their chests and the smoothness of the oil were making her knees evermore weaker. The orderly with the red hair stood up and Samantha leaned on her. Samantha kissed the orderly's sealed mouth. The orderly looked like she wanted to respond in kind, but couldn't due to her Blackskin gag. Samantha caressed the orderly's large breast and kissed her again. The other orderly was smoothing the oil over Samantha's leg. She then stood up, and the two orderlies squeezed themselves against Samantha. Samantha was now in a wonderful slippery sandwich.

Samantha's body glistened with the sweet oil and the nozzles were shut off. Her hair and that of the orderlies was now damp and limp with the stuff. The orderlies took Samantha by each arm and led her to the next room. Samantha was feeling almost euphoric between the sexual desire brewing within her and the softening effect of the tranquilizer. The drug worked even quicker with the naturally relaxed state of mind that she was in and her vision was getting fuzzy around the edges.

Within the next room was a padded table that had been tilted up on end. Her body still dripping with oil, Samantha was led to a short stool and made to sit. One of the orderlies went off to a cabinet on the other side of the room, while the other went about pinning up Samantha's long brown hair so that it was up above her neck. Once this was complete and Samantha was now back on her feet, the other orderly came back with what appeared to be a double donut roll of black spongy rubber.

“And now we will begin the process.” It was the Doctor's voice, but Samantha couldn't determine where in the room it was, not that she was in any state of mind for strong rational thought. Samantha could feel her arms being pulled behind her. Her right arm was folded across her back and the donut was slipped on up to the middle of her forearm. Her left arm was folded back and through the donut as well and her arms were hands to elbows. The material felt soft and cold and Samantha gasped slightly as her skin touched it.

“In order for the Blackskin to stay inert, it must be kept cool,” the Doctor's calm voice explained. “It will warm up, soon enough.”

Samantha could feel it warming up from the heat of her body. The orderlies were unrolling the Blackskin donut in each direction, so that the Blackskin covered her arms over her hands and elbows and up to almost her armpits. With some forceful tenderness, the orderly smoothed out the skin and Samantha could feel it start to shrink and get sticky. The oil seemed to be helping it adhere to her skin.

“As it did with the application on your fingers, the Blackskin is reacting to your body heat and has begun to cure. It is shrinking to a skintight fit and is gluing itself to you.” The orderlies continued to smooth it out as the Blackskin formed a tight U glove over Samantha's arms behind her back. Samantha tried to move her hands but found them fast in place under the skin. The skin gave slightly, but it was as if her arms were wrapped in tight rubber with only the slightest of give to it. Samantha felt the goosebumps form all over her body and her nipples became hard and erect with the excitement. Her mind cleared slightly from the adrenaline rush and she smiled.

“Excellent,” the Doctor remarked, looking at the application of Blackskin over Samantha's arms. The skin got a deeper black and became shiny as it cured. “Now for the top.”

The orderly had returned with a “sweater” of Blackskin that was pulled over Samantha's head, much the same as a sweater would, but without arms. The top came down to just below Samantha's waist. As the orderlies smoothed out the skin, the sweater began to cure in the same manner as the U glove. After just a few minutes, Samantha's upper body was encased in tight black rubber that went up her neck to just under her jaw line. Samantha reveled in the tight confining skin that was making itself a part of her. It was amazing. The skin was tight, yet not constrictive to blood flow or feeling. It had some give, but was strong and restrictive. Her eyes were closed now, lost in the incredible new sensations of her body.

“Now the boot.”

Samantha was taken over to the vertical table and leant against it. Samantha was still testing her bonds, not in an attempt to escape from them, but to make sure that she couldn't escape. She wasn't trying all that hard, but it felt to her like there was no way that she would be able to free herself on her own. The redheaded orderly placed a single high heel boot at Samantha's feet. The boot was wide enough for both feet to slide into and the heel seemed to be about four inches in height. At the top of the boot was another donut roll of Blackskin, this one fairly large.

Using the lubrication of the oil, Samantha slid one foot into the boot. The redhead placed a spongy thick pad of blackskin on her ankle and pressed another one inside her knee. The blond orderly steadied her as the redhead guided in her other foot, squeezing the blackskin sponge between her anklebones. The fit was nice as both feet were snug in the single footwear, but didn't feel jammed in together. The redhead then started to unroll the blackskin up Samantha's legs. The roll overlapped the blackskin top now sealed to her upper body and joined the two pieces into one. The blond squirted more sweet oil onto her breasts from a bottle and then rubbed her chest with the redheads, spreading the oil. The two orderlies then “buffed” Samantha's new skin with their oil-covered breasts. As they worked, Samantha could feel the U-glove, the top, and the boot of blackskin merging together and her long beautiful body was now covered from the neck down in the tightest black body wrap. Samantha leaned against the vertical table as her new skin was smeared with more oil

“I call this ‘snake oil'. It is an oil solution that helps the blackskin maintain cohesion and stability. Without the oil treatment at least once every two days, the blackskin would start to decompose and flake, eventually disintegrating. So if you wish to keep your application on over time, you will have to have snake oil applied.”

Tight inescapable bondage and warm sweet oil baths regularly? Samantha thought, Don't let it stop!

The motion of the table caught Samantha off guard as it was lowered into a horizontal position. Her weight shifted from her feet (or more appropriately “foot”) to her back. The padding on the table was almost gel like, forming to her body. Samantha expected her arms to get sore from being trapped under the weight of her back, but they didn't. The redheaded orderly moved toward Samantha's head to undo her hair and smooth the skin near her neck. The temptation of the large pendulums of flesh so near her mouth was too much and Samantha snaked her tongue out to lick the nipple before her. The orderly moaned softly through her gag and seemed to really enjoy the sensation. Samantha let her lips form a seal around the stiff tip and spread out to cover as much flesh as she could, all the time, suckling gently like a baby. The blonde orderly came up and pulled the redhead away, almost like she was admonishing the redhead. Samantha couldn't tell if the blonde was jealous that the redhead was having her breasts sucked on instead of her, or if it was the fact that the new arrival was doing it and not her. Samantha watched the two orderlies as the redhead tried to make it up to the blonde by teasing her nipples. Such was the gentleness that Samantha could instantly feel it on her own body.

Her mind flooded with erotic thoughts and wanted to bring up Samantha's hand to caress and play with her own nipples, but her arms were firmly fixed behind her back. The realization of this caused Samantha to get wet again between the legs. Samantha flexed her thighs as much as she could to help stimulate her sex even more, but the blackskin was preventing it, which turned her on even more, which wanted to make her play with herself, which she couldn't, which turned her on…and so on. Her body felt as if it was about to short out from the undirected energy building up. She became lost in her own conundrum, wiggling to try to achieve any type of stimulation. Her heart pounded harder and her throat became dry. She tensed her muscles to benefit from the slight shifting inside her cocoon. She would give anything to have her pussy exposed and played with. Instead it was shut away under a layer of living latex blackskin. Samantha twisted her body onto her side and brought her knees up. This increased pressure against her groin, but it wasn't enough. Maybe if she could roll over and grind into the table. That might work.

“You look so beautiful when you squirm.” It was the Doctor's voice from near her ear. The Doctor was behind her, leaning on the side of the table to steady herself on her single heel. Samantha felt the Doctor's hand caress her through the skin, running her fingers down over her black, shiny ass and in-between her legs.

“It's driving you mad, isn't it?” The Doctor's voice was steady and seductive. “You have finally found a way to enclose your body in tight bondage, and now it is preventing you from playing with yourself.”

“Yes,” Samantha replied weakly. She was frustrated, but it felt wonderful. Samantha melted even more when the Doctor nuzzled gently against the side of her neck, her hot breath tickling what skin was still exposed.

“Let me help.” With that, the Doctor gently turned Samantha's face toward her own and kissed her. Slowly the tongues met and Samantha moaned in pleasure. The Doctor's breasts were pushing against Samantha and the Doctor's one hand was still down under Samantha's ass. Samantha's moaning turned to a whimper as the Doctor's two fingers pressed against Samantha's groin, sending that already sensitive area into a quick state of shock.

“You are soo beautiful. You love the way this feels, don't you? You've dreamed of this, haven't you?” the Doctor's voice with it's quiet whisper excited Samantha's mind as the Doctor's touch stimulated her bound body. The voice drifted from Samantha's consciousness. The Doctor could also feel herself getting caught up in the moment, but knew that she had to put Samantha over first. It was so wonderful to watch and experience when one of her patients has their first orgasm in the skin. Samantha's body was pushing down on the Doctor's hand, moving toward the pleasing stimulation, all the while the rest of her form was twisting and writhing. Samantha's face took on the look of painful pleasure, as the two emotions collided. Samantha had stopped kissing the Doctor to focus on the climb her mind and body was on. Her breathing was coming in bursts, timing it to help with the sensation. It was close. Her mind knew it. She sensed it building. She felt the scream build.

Samantha had never known anything like it. She could feel her body and mind rushing toward the peak. Suddenly, she felt like she was flying. Her body was quivering with the release and her muscles tensed. The Doctor could feel the throbbing of Samantha's sex against her fingers, and bound up as it was, that made it all the more exciting. For a moment, Samantha seemed to be suspended in time. For Samantha, it was unlike anything she had ever felt. The wave of warm pleasure swept over her and she found herself floating in ether. She had cum before, but never with this intensity. And it didn't seem to end. Her body surfing a wave that was bringing her closer to shore. Finally, the wave dissolved gently and her body in its blackskin prison was deposited on the sand. The warm water of the waves was lapping around her.

Samantha's body went limp on the table, her breathing deep and steady. Her brow was soaked in sweat and she could feel the trickles running down in between her tight legs. The orderlies came to the table to help position Samantha back into its center. The Doctor wiped away the sweat with a cool cloth, aware of her own excitement from what she had just witnessed. The Doctor never forgot her first time “in the skin”, and watching other patients with their first time, only served to remind her of it once more.

“Rest darling,” the Doctor said in a soothing voice. “It is late and you are tired. When you awake, you will learn of more pleasures. Rest now.”

The lights in the room dimmed and Samantha succumbed to the blissful fatigue. The Doctor wheeled her chair over near the door and waited for her orderlies to follow. She would need them tonight to put out the fire that was smoldering inside her sealed sex, already deciding to use the blackskin on them.