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Only the lights in one small lab, on the third floor of the
Textile Research Institute were lit. No one else would stay that
late, especially stormy night like that. Lightning were striking
in the horizon, and more than once, the lights flickered.
In the room, Karen was working hard, mixing different chemicals
and testing it by dipping a piece of textile in it. The sounds
of the room were a mix of boiling solutions, oven fans, and the
almost constant tapping of her high-heeled shoes. A beeping was
heard, and she swiftly turned around, revealing under her white
lab coat, a tight fitting denim catsuit. The suit had been cut
to measure to encase her large breast, embrace her small waist,
and hug tightly her hips and legs. She smiled, and rushed to the
device that has announced that the time was up. She wiggled her
way, taking small steps on her white platform shoes. She opened
the door of the boxy device and retrieved a piece of denim, roughly
20 square centimeters, rolled on it to form a tube. She slid it
under her two first fingers and waited. After less than a minute,
the tubing began to contract and tightly enveloped her two fingers.
She smiled even wider. She flexed her fingers, and her eyes rolled
over. She had succeeded! She had manage to make denim that was,
once on the body, conforming to every body curves, tighten to
a certain pressure, but, allow movement by keeping that same pressure,
no more, no less. If the bending asked for more room the denim
would stretch, but keeping the pressure equal. She quickly went
to a plastic bag, and got out a complete denim jumpsuit, with
attached gloves. She went to one of the big container, the one
marked KSS47 for Karen Special Solution number 47, and dipped
the denim suit, except from below the knee to the bottom of the
flared legs. For this portion of the legs, there was an inner
sleeve that was meant to be tight fitting. For the moment, it
was fed upward in the leg, and was dipping in the solution. After
it had been thoroughly soaked, she took it out, removed the excess
of solution, and put it in the same box where she had taken the
small denim tube. She set the timer to 7 hours and pushed the
start button. Inside the box, the solution soaked garment was
subjected to different doses of x-rays, UV-rays, infrared and
microwaves rays, in a specific order, and specific strength. Karen
let out a sight, removed her lab coat, revealing the extent of
the tightness of her current jumpsuit, The seam in the middle
of her back was almost bursting open. When she walked, a single
crease line was visible just below her buns. Her hips were rocking
back and forth with each step. The small waist incorporated some
boning, suggesting a built-in corset. The upper torso was snug
and tight up to the armpit where the tight sleeves were going
down the arms, encasing them with enough tightness who reduce
the possible movements. The front zipper stopped just over her
compressed breast, leaving a generous cleavage to be seen. The
collar of the suit was wore up, Elvis style.
With an appreciative smile, she looked again at the humming box,
and turned off the light. It was 02:00. A good night sleep, and
tomorrow, will be the BIG test.
She hardly fined sleep at all.
The next morning, at 08:00 she was there, waiting, although
the garment had to stay in the box for another hour. Her assistant
was also quite excited.
"I just can't wait to see that" she said nervously.
"I know, Lynda" answered Karen. "I can't wait to
try it."
Lynda brushed her long buckled red hairs with her hand, nervously.
She sat on a lab stool. Her tightly enclosed thigh stayed round,
as the denim held it perfectly in place. She was bending mostly
at the waist, upper the waistband of her tight jeans. Her dark
green velvet shirt was completing her outfit, along with 5 inches
red pumps on her tiny feet. Karen was simply wearing her lab coat.
She was ready to try on the new jumpsuit.
Finally, the timer beeped, and the door unlocked. Karen quickly
retrieved the suit and looked at it.
"Nothing is showing. The color is the same, the feel is the
same, and the weight is the same. Let's try it on."
She let her lab coat down, revealing her minimum underwear made
of stretch denim. She put on the suit that was rather loose fitting.
She fed her hands in the gloved sleeves, fed her feet the suit's
legs and into the lower inner sleeve and finally pulled up the
zipper.
"Quick" she said to Lynda "my shoes!" she
said while lifting her feet, so Lynda could slip the 7 inches
platform shoes with a net heel height of 5 inches. She buckled
the ankle strap and rose up, just in time to see the suit starting
to slowly contract. Karen moved slowly, allowing the suit to take
its place. In a few minutes, her body was molded like a second
skin, except for the flared legs, which were still intact, covering
the sight on her high heel shoes, giving her the appearance of
extremely long legs. Karen could very well feel the inner sleeve
of the lower leg compressing her, unseen under the flared legs.
Once her body had been perfectly molded, the tightening process
began. The pressure increased equally everywhere. Her tummy being
the softer part got squeezed even more, giving the effect of a
corset, although the pressure was still equal. The suit grew tighter,
and tighter, and tighter. Karen's eyes widened. She was starting
to feel much too compressed compared to her estimates. She was
getting ready to unzip the suit and get it off when the compressing
stopped. She stayed there, not moving. She calmed herself down.
"I think it's a little too high on the UV, Lynda. Make a
note to try a lower setting, next time."
She slowly moved her arms. The feeling was awesome. She could
move them in any direction, the suit was stretching to allow all
movements, but at the same time, the denim was staying skin tight,
and always with the same pressure. She made a few tentative steps,
and it wasn't long before she had to steady herself on a table.
"Something wrong" asked Lynda, worried.
"Wrong? Noooo. Well, not exactly… One more step and
I'm having an orgasm."
Lynda gave her a large smile.
"Can't wait to try it," she said, quickly.
Karen continued her tests, sitting, walking stairs, the results
were all the same: perfect.
"Well, I have to cut this test short, I have to go to the
bathroom. Time to test the removal."
She undid the zipper, and within a few minutes, the denim that
was not touching her relaxed and reverted back to its original
size. Removing the arms and legs proved to be difficult. She had
to pulled her hand out slowly, the denim changing shape to accommodate
the hand as it glided out.
"Good thing I was not in a hurry" said Karen "otherwise,
I would not have made it. We have to find a solution.."
"How about adding a crotch zipper".
"Good idea. Start on that while I go relieve myself."
She said, walking in her underwear to the lab's toilet.
Lynda quickly modified the suit and added a seldom hidden crotch
zipper. The day was almost over when she was through. The zipper
was impossible to see, unless someone was specifically looking
at that, at that place. It was invisible.
"Very good job" said Karen, impressed. "Let's see
if it had changed the properties of the suit," she said while
quickly to put it back on. The same process repeated, and the
same results obtained.
"Fantastic" said Lynda.
"Yes! I wonder if the solution would render the suit hotter
in the sun. Want to join me in the park?"
Lynda followed her down the stairs, and to the lab small park.
There she walked around, sat on the bench, took much too many
compliments from her fellow workers, according to Lynda, tested
the mobility of the suit on different situations. So far, it was
perfect, and quite arousing.
"I can't wait to have mine," said Lynda on her way back
to the lab.
"I bet you do" said Lynda "But a few more days
of testing are needed, just to be sure that no rash are developed
on the skin by the chemical solution."
"Yes, I agree."
"Well, time to try your little zipper, I have to go again."
When Karen walked back in the lab, she had a strange look on
her face.
"Something wrong with my zipper?"
"No, actually, your zipper works fine. It's the other one",
she said, while trying to pulled down the front suit zipper. It
wouldn't budge.
"Maybe it's just stucked. Let me try" said Lynda. She
grabbed the zipper, and tried all she could: pulling, pushing,
twisting, there was nothing to do, it wouldn't move.
"Well, too bad for the zipper. Try with pliers." Suggested
Karen. But again, the zipper resisted. Karen put her hands in
her collar, and pulled in opposite directions as hard as she could,
trying to rip the zipper, or the suit, apart. Nothing happened.
She looked at Lynda, not knowing what to say. Lynda approached
with a scalpel, and carefully tried to cut the suit. Not a single
dent was left on the suit.
"What the hell is going on here?" said Karen. "This
was not supposed to happen." She quickly grabbed the small
sample tube, and with some force, split it open.
"Why would the suit behave like this, when the sample, which
had been through the same process, would retain it's normal properties."
"I don't kno… Yes, there's a difference. You went under
the sun."
"So what, the sun is light, and there's light in the room,
even from the sun..."
"Yes but think for an instant. The sun radiates ALL the wavelength.
The windows of the lab block most of them, but outside, the suit
was exposed to ALL the radiation of the sun. One or more may have
influenced on it's properties."
Karen harshly took the sample and quickly walked outside. The
sun was still high. She placed the sample directly under the sun
for roughly the same amount of time she had been, then re-tried
to rip it in two. It was indestructible.
"You know what that means, Lynda?"
"Yes. Unless we find a way to reverse process, you'll be
stuck in that suit for a long time."
PART II
They stayed in late that night, trying a variety of solutions
to get the denim act normally again, but to no avail. The denim
sample resisted even acid baths. At close to 03:00, they returned
home, hoping some sleep would bring the solution.
Karen had to sleep in her tight denim catsuit. She was used to
wear a stretch denim catsuit, but not that tight. It felt like
she had on four layers of standard stretch denim, all 3 sized
too small. She was so exhausted, she finally fell asleep.
She woke up it was close to noon. When she lifted her arm, she
smelled the 24 hours she had been in the suit. Having nothing
to lose, she showered in it. Much to her surprises, the stains
disappeared easily, and the anti-perspirant she pushed under her
arms seemed to work. She put a hint of perfume, put on again her
platform shoes, since she couldn't wear anything else, the legs
of the suit being too long for anything else, and impossible to
cut, and walked out. The sun was high and hot. She took the top
of her convertible off and drove off. She was driving her red
Mustang right through the heavy mid-day traffic. Although the
sun was hot, she felt comfortable in her tight denim suit. For
the first hour anyway. The drive to the lab which usually takes
less than an hour was now looking to take close to two. She was
stuck in the middle of the traffic, jammed by some big truck who
had lost it's load of glass marbles. She started to feel uncomfortably
tight, and the only way she could releive the tension was to lower
the back of her seat, to get more into a laying position. At one
point, she reached for her purse, and found the suit surprisingly
hard to move. She realized that she had been exposing the suit
to direct sunlight for all that time, and was starting to get
scared that the suit would change properties once more. She couldn't
get off her car. She hurried to put the soft-top back on, but
the damage was done. When she finally arrived at the office, she
stiffly walked to an amazed looking Lynda.
"What the heck happened?"
Karen explained the situation and her fear that the denim was
getting stiffer or even shrinking slowly. They started to test
the fabric. After two hours of testing, the results were out:
the fabric had totally lost it's equal pressure properties and
was behaving like normal denim, which was leaving Karen in an
unyielding cocoon of tight, undestructable denim.
They were quick to place again the sample on the sun.
"For now on" said Lynda "you should avoid any direct
exposure to the sun. We know that through the window, there's
no effect, so you'll be safe here, or at home. But you will have
to travel by night only."
Karen agreed. What else could she do?
The sample was exposed to the sun for two weeks, and each day
tested for modified properties. The only thing that was observed
is that, after three consecutive days of exposure, it shrank 1%.
That's all that happened within two weeks. Karen and Lynda felt
safe that, if they continue monitoring the sample, they will get
a two weeks advance warning of what is going to happen, and could
prepare, or keep Karen out of sunlight. Karen beleived that she
would be able to cope with the added shrinking, and she went on,
back under the sun. She had to face it; it would be her confinement
for, perhaps, the rest of her life.
PART III
Two years had passed. Karen had become quite accustomed to
her situation, and managed to live an almost normal life, although
the mobility restriction of the tight suit were giving her a hard
time, sometimes. She was now used to the appraisal look of men,
turning around and looking at her tightly encased butt, wiggling
to walk, and the disapproving look of women who find that way
of dressing inappropriate.
It was Friday, and Karen and Lynda were preparing to go on vacation.
"Why don't you come with us? It will be fun, and you will
be able to take your mind out of that suit. We've been reshearching
a solution for two years, time to take a break. Come to the beach
with us. I'm sure that Brad will be more than happy to see you
in that suit, wet."
"Because you expect me to take a dip while wearing it?"
"Why not? Afraid of ruining it? Acid didn't do anything,
what can salt water do?"
And so they were off. Although Brad, Lynda's boyfriend, was used
to see her in tight jeans, there was nothing like the sight of
Karen's suit. At every occasion on the trip to the ocean, he managed
to take good look at her, and Karen played along. She was the
one who got up to the counter to ask for ketchup at that small
dinner, so that Brad, and every drooling male in the place, could
have a look at her, resting a foot on the base of a stool, leaning
over the counter and asking for the ketchup. When they walked
out, Brad deliberately led them to the opposite direction that
he was parked (he said he forgot) so they would pass in front
of the dinner windows twice. Surprisingly, Brad was leading them,
but was walking behind...
Once at the beach, Karen attracts much attention, being the only
one fully clothed, while the rest were wearing swimsuits. Brad
teased her to come to the water, but she said that she was dragging
enough attention like that, without having to walk around dripping
wet. By the end of the afternoon, the beach was beginning to get
empty. Brad and Lynda took Karen by surprised, and helped by the
fact that she could not move as easily as them, they lifted her
and carried her to the water, where they threw her on an incoming
wave, before running back to the hot sand, getting away from any
possible revenge from Karen.
Karen laid sitting in 60cm (2 feet) of water for a few minutes,
laughing, and enjoying the feeling of the seawater on her. She
still had her platform shoes on! She got up, and started to walk
as best as she could toward the laughing Brad and Lynda when there
was a sudden pain on her stomach, followed by a strange sensation
all over her body. She dropped on her knees, and put her hands
down. Brad and Lynda rushed in. Karen was panting.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I feel so strange..."
Lynda grabbed her by the arm.
"Try to get up. Let me help y... Wait a minute. Karen! Your
suit. It's stretches!"
"What?"
Karen started pulling at the suit, and, in fact, the denim was
stretchable, as easy as if it was a thin layer of Lycra. Nervously,
hand shaking, she reached for the zipper, who glided down, effortless.
She let herself down, sitting in the shallow water.
"Sea water... I don't get it. It resists to acid, but revert
with sea water!" was saying Karen, rocking her side from
side to side, in disbelief.
"Are you okay?" asked Lynda.
"I feel strange. I got used to the fact that I was tightly
held all over, and now I... I miss it."
Lynda and Brad helped her back on her feet. Since she had nothing
else on than her underwear, she kept the suit back to her hotel
room. She removed it, and collapsed on the bed. For the first
time in two years, her skin was directly exposed to the air. She
felt tinglings all over her body. She borrowed one of Lynda's
metallic Lycra dresses for the dinner and evening. The next morning,
she rushed to the store, and bought normal denim jeans, of course,
they were tight, and she was not going to wear anything else.
She just loves tight jeans. They spend the rest of the week at
the beach, having fun at evening parties. Karen would always attract
attention with her tighter than average jeans, dancing, high heels
flying, and her butt twisting with each step.
Finally, the week was over. On the morning of their departure,
she was sitting on the footbed, looking at the denim catsuit,
lying on the chair. She was missing the tight, overall hugging
of the suit, and was wondering if the properties were still active.
She put it on. Within minutes, the suit shrank to the tightness
she was now used to. She was able to move the zipper, and could
feel the equal pressure properties in action.
"Well" she said to the incoming Lynda "everything
is back to normal. A full day under the sun, and everything will
be as before."
"What? You want to get back at being a prisoner of that suit
again? You'll have to carry a lot of seawater to be able to take
it off at night, every night, unless you plan to move here. We
live in the middle of the continent, remember?"
"Who said I wanted to take it off every night? One week at
the beach every year is relief enough..."
END
(c) Pete, August 10, 2000