The zipper sealed shut along her back.
The air inside had already been exchanged—
now, all that remained was to become this sealed form.
The rubber inflated slowly.
Her hands, feet, and head gently swelled from the inside,
pressing inward, enclosing Nureba deeper with every breath.
And somewhere beneath that soft, yielding pressure,
her sense of “self” quietly began to shift.
“Nngh… nghk…!”
The hose pressed tightly between her lips,
guiding each breath through it—controlling Nureba pace.
It wasn’t choking,
but each inhale felt a little more distant…
like Nureba body was adjusting to someone else’s rhythm.
Nureba hadn’t been touched.
Nothing had stimulated.
And yet—
a soft, pulsing heat began to bloom deep inside.
The air was still.
No voice echoed.
Only the faint stick of latex shifting with every breath…
and that traitorous warmth coiling between her thighs.
“Nnh… no… I don’t want this…!”
The words never made it out.
They were swallowed by the hose,
blurred beneath her shallow, quivering gasps.
It was just rubber.
Just air.
So why—
why could she feel exactly where it was starting to throb?
Nureba had only worn it because she was told to.
That was all.
But now…
inside this skin, inside this form…
her own body was reacting like it had always belonged here.
XeroBurd
2025-04-15 20:28:04 +0000 UTC