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"Nn… uuh… mm… khh… nghhh…"
Desperately inhaling the oxygen she couldn't breathe in, Subject repeated shallow breaths.
However, the air was still insufficient.
The heat couldn't escape. Subject owing from inside Subject was burning her whole body from the inside.
“Hey... I've squeezed you this tightly, so... why don't you let it out now?”
From outside the compression bag, the switch was gently pressed.
Around the waist, on the outside of the bag—
A small vibrator hummed through the vacuum membrane.
"Hh… ah… mmm… hhf…!"
The body, still pressed inside, twitched in resistance to the vibration.
But there was no escape.
The entire body was sucked into the sealed bag and restrained.
"... Hmm,
your whole body is twitching... how cute."
Hearing that voice—finally, the limit was exceeded.
A particularly sweet, rough, deep breath escaped from the end of the tube.
The inside of the mask was slightly damp, and a faint tremor spread throughout the bag.
"Hh… fuu… nnh… I… I can’t… anymore…!"
In the vacuum, before the oxygen,
heat—from within—was released.
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"...Then, next... I'll put you inside the bag."
Subject words were as gentle as ever.
In a tone of voice as if she were covering me with a blanket,
my body was slid into the compression bag.
Enveloped in the membrane,
I sank into the transparent bag.
Hissss…
The air was sucked out of the bag.
The sensation of "sinking" felt through the silicone of the sleep sack
transforms into a "tightening pressure" pushing back from the entire bag.
Pressed tightly against the bag from the outside,
each escape route disappears one by one.
“Nn-aah… hhf… khh… nn… ahh…!”
There isn't enough oxygen.
But—there was a faint trace of oxygen left inside the bag that hadn't been completely sucked out.
Desperately searching,
the lungs expand inside the mask,
the lips invisible, seeking oxygen.
But each time,
the entire bag tightens around the body.
"Ufufu... You can breathe as much as you want.
...Just the remaining amount, okay?"
I continued to search instinctively for oxygen,
not knowing where it was.
My lungs burned, my throat dried up,
but "this child's face" remained the same—
still wearing that troubled, sweet expression.
Pressure. Sealing. Silence.
All of it
immersed my trembling body beneath the mask—
sweetly, sensually,
completely into the pleasure of being "this character."
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Submerged in a silicone sleepsack, her facial features erased by an inflatable mask...
Once subject appearance as “this mold” was complete,
Subject breathing hole was blocked with a finger, and with each breath, Subject pleasure deepened.
"...You're absolutely stunning, ‘this mold.’
You don't need to breathe anymore, do you?
All you need now is to be loved for your appearance alone."
Breath is given, taken away, and given again.
Caresses follow.
Every time her chest or lower abdomen is touched, her immobilized body reacts beneath the membrane.
Finally, the breathing hole is sealed with stretch film,
and with voice and breath taken away, Subject is transformed into a cute, sweet—simply “an object to be gazed upon.”
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A sticky, suffocating sensation weighed heavily on my skin.
A silicone sleep sack.
Inside it, my body had lost its individual form.
My hands, legs, and chest were sealed in, sinking in—
No matter where I put my strength, nothing came back.
I existed only as “contents.”
Only my breath barely kept me alive.
But even that felt like it wasn't my own doing.
A thin tube connected to my mouth.
It extended from inside the inflatable mask,
gently delivering oxygen from somewhere outside.
This was the “life support line.”
"Hehe... There's still a little bit of your outline left.
But it's okay. I'll make you cute from now on."
The voice is gentle, yet very sweet,
slowly luring me toward the “changing side.”
The rubber texture covering my face is still clinging to it smoothly.
But I already know.
the moment this mask inflates, my features will vanish.
And that expression—
"Stick out your tongue a little...
Your eyes look troubled, but there's a hint of a spoiled expression...
Hmph, that's the face you'll have. Regardless of your will."
Psssh...
Air was quietly pumped in.
The mask's rubber began to inflate.
My forehead rounded, my cheeks puffed out.
My nose, my chin—my entire face was swallowed up by the pressure of the air.
“Mmm...ku, fu...”
Her breath escaped through the tube, causing it to vibrate.
She couldn't speak properly.
Her mouth was already beginning to be fixed into a “shape with her tongue sticking out.”
No matter what expression I made,
all that could be seen from the outside was a “manufactured face.”
It was now nearing completion.
"Hehe... see?
Your outline has almost disappeared.
All that can be seen from the outside is the existence of ‘this child.’"
I can't see anything.
But the sensation of the mask swelling and
the boundaries of my face melting away inside it
clearly tell me that “I am coming to an end.”
The body remains submerged in the sleep sack.
Even the boundary between the neck and torso melts away,
and eventually, beneath the swollen mask, a unified “something” takes shape.
"Yes, complete...♪
It's so adorable, ‘this child.’
It's not you. There's no ‘you’ left anywhere."
The breathing tube makes a small sucking sound.
That was the sound of my “life” at that moment.
Though alive, my face had vanished.
The appearance had been completed as “this child.”
I was there, simply as that “separate entity.”
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This time,
we have included unreleased scenes and behind-the-scenes videos taken before the mannequinization process.
For those who have already seen the main story,
we hope you will be able to feel “its existence” even more deeply.
(*If you are interested in the behind-the-scenes videos or unreleased scenes,
we would appreciate it if you could leave a comment or a ❤.)
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This time, a mannequin finished like an “exhibit” is
driven to release by the vibrations of an electric massager.
Under the taut clothing,
the stimulation of the electric massager is transmitted through the silicone.
Unable to move, her gaze stolen, her body
conveys pleasure through its reactions alone.
The sound of breathing through the tube grows rough,
and the inner thighs begin to tremble beneath the membrane.
Yet the body remains a mannequin, maintaining its “display” posture,
and in that state, it reaches the moment of release.
To feel completely while unable to move—
please experience the ultimate form of “an existence that is merely caressed.”
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--This time,
The subject is fully covered with an inflatable mask + silicone sleep sack, and is then clothed in an outfit and displayed as a "mannequin".
In addition, caresses using an electric vibrator begin quietly while the subject is still in that fixed state.
The whole body wrapped in silicone, the "expression" produced by the mask....
All of them are being created as **"a being that does not move, but only exists to be felt.
The vibrations of the electric vibarator begin to resonate quietly from deep between the legs,
The stimulation given from the outside and,
The body is deprived of voice and movement.
The body, deprived of voice and movement, slowly prepares for "pleasure" as it is displayed.
In addition to objectification, exhibition fetish, and sleepsack restraints, we strongly recommend this work for those who want to enjoy the beauty of being caressed without moving.
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--This time,
The subject is removed from the drone mask,
Put on an inflatable mask that inflates to black,
and trapped in an air-inflated rubber facial expression.
The drone mask worn last time,
The last drone mask worn by the subject was "completely expressionless," transforming the subject's very existence into a vessel.
This time, however, the mask is different.
It is a "face mask" that is snugly attached to the face and is pneumatically operated**,
The inflatable structure creates a "troubled face" or "pampered expression "** with air pressure.
It is independent of the person's intention,
Even emotions are produced.
Breathing is allowed only slightly through a tube at the mouth.
Voice, breath, and everything else is drowned out by the rubber,
Only "trembling" is transmitted as proof of pleasure.
From the impersonalization of a drone face,
**Inflatable masks transform you into a "different person".
Life through silicone, rubber, and tubes.
This is a work that we hope those who find sensuality in these things will experience.
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This time, we used a drone mask and a silicone sleep sack to capture every detail of the test subject, who had been turned into a mannequin, as they began to tremble.
The expressionless face covered by the drone mask.
The entire body, deprived of both breath and gaze.
The “motionless entity” fixed to the wall
begins to gradually reveal its reactions through vibrations...
Nothing can be perceived from the outside.
Only heat spreads inside, and tremors continue within the membrane.
The expressionless “object” trembles with pleasure.
And ultimately, it transforms not into “someone,”
but into a “single entity as material.”
Following the pleasure of stillness, the record of “movement.”
Please experience the depths of fetishism by watching both parts together.
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This time, Subject is wearing three layers of costumes,
and is being attacked with an electric massager.
“Enamel bitchsuit” + “zentai bitichsuit” + “enamel head”...
With three layers, almost everything Subject sees is black darkness.
Her breathing naturally becomes louder...
For the person inside, layering is “restraint” and “breath control.”
However, from the outside, it only looks like a cute “human-dog.”...
Do will you want to like to become such a “human-dog” and be showered with love?
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The test subject was wrapped in heavy olive tape and stuck to the floor.
Unable to move on their own, they simply existed as a “body sealed to the floor.”
The device was gently pressed against that body.
"...Hey, can you feel it? Even though you're wrapped up so tightly,
you're still burning up inside, aren't you?"
A vibration like “bee...” slowly seeps through the tape.
Fixed in place and unable to escape, the stimulation reaches straight to the “center.”
"Nn… uuh… mm… khh… nghhh…"
"Fufu... Even though ‘you’ no longer exist.
Yet... this body is still responding, saying it feels good."
The silver membrane had already blurred the body's shape.
But the points of pleasure beneath it were transmitted through multiple layers, piercing precisely.
Shaking.
But unable to jump.
Unable to release heat, the heat swells inward.
"Mmh… hhah… aah… hh… nnh… ahh…"
"You're so exhausted.
But you can't move, can you?
Even feeling good isn't “free” anymore.
Come on, just a little more...
Stay like this, as part of the floor, and let it all flow out."
A slight twitch.
The tape shakes slightly.
But it wasn't “someone's” twitch; it was just a momentary illusion that part of the floor had heated up.
"Nn-aah… hhf… khh… nn… ahh…!"
"Well done.
You are now completely “here.”
Look... there's no trace of “yourself” left anywhere."
That body is now just a silver object.
It leaves behind only the “record” that has merged with the floor, and its name, outline, and even its breath fade away...
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Wrapped in stretch film and
taped to the floor with thick olive tape, the test subject—Clione fursuit—
was already unable to move.
But this was only the beginning of the experiment.
The initial taping was merely a base layer.
On top of that, subject was mercilessly and tightly taped down.
Every single gap is sealed shut.
Each layer is applied meticulously, as if crushing a “foreign object.”
As if *“this subject” had always been part of the furniture here*,
the outline becomes dull and heavy, absorbed into the floor.
Even the voice leaking from within is swallowed by the space.
The figure, painted over in gray and black,
resembles a “shadow” drawn on the floor by someone—
as if it had always been *“part of the floor”* from the start, quietly existing there.
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――This time, I will deliver the entire process of wearing a rubber mask and an inflatable mask layered on top of each other,
and simply receiving caresses as a “material” until heat is released.
First, the face covered by a rubber mask.
A thin silicone tube is inserted into it――
and oxygen barely reaches the end of it.
But on top of that, an inflatable mask is placed,
erasing breathing, expression, and voice—everything.
The tight rubber, the constricting inflatable.
The lower body is subjected to inescapable stimulation,
trembling as an inorganic material,
trapping heat within the subject.
And then—the silicon tube, the only lifeline, is removed.
Oxygen supply is cut off, leaving only pressure and pleasure,
the subject twists desperately,
but eventually melts away in heat and pleasure, along with silence...
No expression, no sound, no strength.
The process from layering to calmness,
please witness it with your own eyes.
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This time, the test subject, enclosed in an inflatable mask and
silicone sleep sack, is submerged in a compression bag.
The expression fixed on the inflatable mask.
The body is smoothly enveloped in the silicone sleep sack,
and is submerged deep into the compression bag, unable to resist.
The air is suddenly sucked out.
The inner surface of the bag adheres to the skin, blending with the feel of the silicone,
the contours of the body, the skeleton, are slowly crushed,
and the form of the “individual” transforms into a single inorganic mass...
Compression, adhesion, vacuum space.
Please witness with your own eyes
the entirety of the pleasure of being confined within.
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