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Miabrai Origins - Latex Braixen suit assimilation/TF

Themes: permanence / wish fulfillment / body mod / assembly-line

Word count: 8,313

Dedicated to: @squeakitties.bsky.social

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Mia steps nervously into the large, spacious conversion chamber. Maybe it’s the looming knowledge of what’s coming, but her step feels clumsier than usual. The subtle jitters don’t help either… it’s a bit cold without any clothes on, to be sure, but realistically she’s more just… really really feeling the anticipation. Who wouldn’t be?

She makes her way to the big circle marked at the center of the chamber, so that sleek, equidistant white-painted steel walls, fitted with glass she can’t see through, surround her on all sides. She spares a thought for what sorts of procedures must go on in here to demand so much open space… maybe she could’ve chosen something more broad…?

But too late for second-guessing! The door seals shut, making it clear that there’s no turning back. Mia can’t even see an outline in the wall from where she’s standing. She hastens to calm her nerves, and get her incessant jitters under control. She’s been assured that minute movements like that won’t disrupt the process, but she still wants to be extra safe about this… and perhaps maintain some level of decorum, assuming that even continues to be a consideration going forward. It’s… a real new frontier she’s in for!

She jumps as a panel on the floor opens with a hiss; a mechanical appendage unfolds and rises out of it, carrying a pair of large clear oval-shaped lenses. She lowers her hands and keeps her face still as previously instructed, as the arm meticulously hums up close, and sticks the lenses over her eyes with pinpoint precision. There’s no difference in her vision, she just feels them stuck there on her face, covering large areas around the eyes. It does prevent her from blinking though… just as well, because she doesn’t want to miss what’s coming.

The arm whisks away, and Phase 1 begins. The rim of the circle at her feet opens up, revealing a thick metal ring-shaped contraption, its inner face glowing with strange energy. With a distinct blorp sound, a thick membrane of clear transparent goopy gel manifests within it like the film in a bubble wand, catching her bare feet in it. She gasps at its cold touch, but resists the urge to lift them. She just watches as the ring slowly rises, lifted by support rods from beneath the floor, and plasters a nice thick layer of gel along her body as it goes!

Her feet and legs are promptly coated, and she can’t help an especially strong shiver as it coats the surfaces of her crotch. Her breaths accelerate as she feels the slimy stuff coating and gripping her body, already triggering that deep, almost primal part of her head that yearns for the sensation. She lets her hanging arms be caught up in it too, letting out a soft chuckle as the feeling of being coated becomes more the norm than the exception!

It continues at a brisk pace, covering her waist, her stomach, then to further frantic feedback, her exposed breasts. Her shoulders swiftly follow, and as it comes for her face, she defies every suspicious instinct in favor of her instructions, and opens her mouth wide just in time for a ton of the gel to push its way inside. She whines and gurgles a bit, unable to hold back her shudders as the goopy stuff finishes up enveloping every part of her face, save for the small patches covered up by the lenses. Blessedly, it also spares a pair of openings for her nose, allowing her to continue breathing. Its job complete, the ring shuts off power, letting the excess membrane droop and splash onto the floor around her, and retreats back into the ground.

Now that that’s finished, she’s able to take a moment to observe the quarter-inch think layer of goo encasing her body… a flash of memory from the movie Galaxy Quest comes to mind. The stuff weighs heavily on her, to where she can’t do much more than make subtle, sluggish movements. It’s somewhat uneven in thickness too, but that’s no concern at all. Unable to help herself, she presses her hand against her thigh out of curiosity. It squishes together in a rather delightful way, and she can feel echoes of pressure on both sides as if her nerves were partially numbed. Come to think of it, she SHOULD be feeling something like that now that her skin’s undergoing prolonged exposure to the stuff. Is that a tingle running along her back…? Regardless, she pries her hand off, not wanting to leave it stuck for too long. She’s been briefed on every detail about it, not the least of which being that when not kept heated, it shortly begins to act as a military-grade adhesive. Better treat that fact with respect…!

With her mind racing so hard, it only barely occurs to her that her mouth is absolutely stuffed now. She tries working her jaw around it, and pressing in on it causes it to mold to her mouth quite nicely, until it’s nice uniform pressure on every nerve… just as she likes it! She then realizes that she forgot to decide on the last words she’d ever speak. Probably something mundane like “okay” as she received her final briefing… bummer. But maybe she doesn’t need to worry herself with such details anymore anyway.

She doesn’t have to wait too long for Phase 2 to proceed, however! Multiple panels open in the ceiling, and half a dozen arms unfurl and close in on her, one of them carrying some sort of limp form… Mia knows it all too well. It appears to be a latex suit of a Braixen, though instead of the typical orange, yellow and white palette, it’s multiple shades of purple and pink, customized to her liking. It has all the standard prominent features of a Braixen… large ears with massive hot pink mounds of so-called fur jutting out to the sides, two large mustache-shaped bushes of “fur” surrounding the shoulders and waist, and a huge rounded tail, which oddly doesn’t appear to have anything sticking out of it for now. The mouth hangs open in a wide smile, with a remarkable level of detail in its teeth, gums and tongue… Mia shudders just looking at it! The suit’s only missing a pair of eyes, with big round holes where they’d otherwise be… with the same shape as the little lenses on her face. Starting into that vulpine figure, she gets a huge shiver down her spine as it hits her.

That’s gonna be HER face.

As the suit’s pulled closer, she realizes she can’t see any sort of zipper on its front or back… how’s she going to get inside? The answer comes as quite a surprise, as a quartet of hands grabs the suit’s right eye hole, and stretches it to several times its normal size until it becomes a gaping tunnel easily a foot in diameter! She can’t help but be amazed at how far that material can stretch… this stuff is truly indestructible, huh…? She gets all blushy thinking about it, about the stuff… s-squeezing…

She ignores how freaky the face looks at the moment, and peers down through the tunnel that’s been created… the solid rubbery interior looks just as solid as the outside, just not nearly as smooth and pleasing to the eye, which makes sense. It’s still hard to see much through the tight neck hole, but it doesn’t look like there’s any real… accommodation. No cushioning, no internal shaping to account for standard human proportions… just a hollow space that accurately reflects the Braixen shape on the outside, as if expecting its occupant to match perfectly. She flushes as a fresh wave of anticipation comes over her… she just really hopes it won’t be TOO uncomfortable.

Now, to step inside… the suit is lowered to ground level, giving her ease of access. With a deep breath through the nostrils, she slowly extends a gel-coated right foot out toward the gaping tunnel of latex. She drops it in, and promptly feels it getting stuck in a tight space… the neck hole, it seems. With some wiggling she manages to get it through, and lower it up to her knee. For a moment she hangs there awkwardly, trying to find a place to set it down so she can raise her other foot…

Then to her surprise, she feels herself being lifted into the air by her torso! She lurches, trying to maintain her balance, then finds that she’s being held in a stable grip a few feet in the air by the remaining 2 arms as the suit is brought up closer. It looks like now all she needs to do is get her other foot inside… So she puts her best effort into swinging it up juuuust enough to clear the edge of the hole, and manages to slot it in.

As soon as she does, the arms HEAVE the suit upward, cramming her legs together, and forcing her whole body inside one inch at a time. The clear gel holds fast, now bound firmly enough to her body to not be disturbed, and in fact manages to cushion her fairly well, as her entire lower body now has to contend with the awfully slim neck hole. The suit’s already squeezing really hard and struggling to accommodate her form, but she tries her best to keep her composure. It won’t have to be long…!

Her modest hips disappear into the hole… now it gets tough. She starts to force her arms in beside her body as soon as they can reach the hole, ready to point them outward as soon as the time comes. Progress starts to stall as the spike in circumference makes for a TRULY tight fit, enough that she now feels her circulation being affected. The limbs let go of her sides, now electing to push directly down on her shoulders, blessedly with some care. She winces as her body trembles from the pressure, trying as hard as she can to keep her spine straight. The gel REALLY starts to press hard in protest… but then, finally, it starts to give-

SCHLOOORP!!

Before Mia knows it, all the mounting pressure is unleashed like a springboard, cramming her entire body in all the way up to the neck! Suddenly the pressure’s no longer concentrated in one spot, but spread all across her body in random places. She takes a moment to calm her pounding heart, having been startled something fierce, and tries to evaluate the state of things now.

Most of the pressure’s on her torso, the slim Braixen figure already proving to be a challenge for her. Fortunately that does mean her legs went in the right general direction, except that they didn’t quite make their way into the very tight leg holes, instead getting stuck on the internal waist fluff area. As she peers down she notices that the suit’s lower section is stretching quite far due to her full-size human legs asserting themselves where they aren’t supposed to.

Her arms, thankfully, didn’t remain pinned at her sides, having been caught by the lower edge of the inner chest fluff. However they didn’t quite find their mark either, with her right arm only a few inches deep into the arm hole, and her left arm fully stuck in an unfortunate twist that points her hand backwards to a painful degree… in fact, it’s starting to feel like she twisted something really badly in there. B-bother…

Lastly, she registers the tight grip on her neck, currently the one part of her body that’s exactly where it’s supposed to be. However, even now it proves to be a very tight squeeze, to the point where her breaths become quite strained. She’s not cut off completely at least, but she’s already starting to feel a little light-headed. She’s really hoping this all can get fixed quickly…!

Now that she and the suit are quite inseparable, the mechanical arms rush to get things straightened out. But first, they stretch the eye socket up over her head, and pulls it far enough inside of the mask that the hole doesn’t have to be held open any longer. This does leave the mask misaligned with her face, to where her left eye is fully covered and the suit snout pulls uncomfortably on her face, but she can tolerate that for now.

Immediately she feels the limbs stretching out the suit’s left shoulder, seemingly identifying it as the highest priority, and allowing her to unfold her left arm with a whimper. It’s hurting and throbbing like crazy now, and she struggles to control it properly… she knows she accepted risks like this, she just really hopes it won’t distract her too badly. With the opening being lined up, it proves easy enough to slip her arm all the way into the hole, though still with a fair bit of push force required. She only mostly manages to ball up her fist before it’s crammed into the suit’s tight hand-paw… the entire arm being squeezed this hard really isn’t helping with the throbbing, unfortunately. But at least it’s in place.

Whilst still keeping her suspended in the air, the arms focus on straightening out the rest of her limbs, which aren’t quite as much trouble. Her right arm slides in nicely, if only to meet the same tight fate. Once her legs are aligned with where they need to go, they slip in just a little too eagerly under the oppressive force of the suit un-stretching back to its normal height. The foot-paws REALLY cramp her badly, twisting her ankles downward unpleasantly. Though, at the same time…

The mask is briskly adjusted into its proper place, lining up her lenses perfectly with the eyeholes of the suit, one of which shows absolutely zero sign of the immense strain it was put under moments ago. The lenses are also briskly peeled back off, seemingly no longer needed now that the eye-holes are aligned, and the gel’s entirely contained underneath the suit. And with that… the suit is fully on.

The arms set her down gently, allowing her ankles to reassert themselves a little in rebellion against the suit. She continues to draw raspy breaths through her nose as best she can, which is even harder now with a mask enveloping her holes and no apparatus set up to line it up properly. She takes a moment to examine herself… she sure does look like a latex Braixen in the flesh. But…

She can’t help a soft whine. Clearly, this isn’t the fully immersive experience she signed up for. She still feels a ton of overbearing pressure all across her body, with spaces too tight to hold her form, and edges digging uncomfortably into her skin, even through the gel. And while the gel does assist in dulling the harsh edges, it also occupies a ton of much-needed real-estate. Maybe she feels a touch of the comfort that comes of being enveloped, but that’s pretty heavily drowned out. Her arm still hurts badly, and her breaths are starting to feel laborious. She hesitantly reaches out to rub her vulpine “face” with her increasingly numb “paws”, and she registers the squeaky noises that come of it, but she can barely even focus on that. She regards the large mirror that’s been set up on one of the walls; there, she sees a Braixen with lovely colors, if somewhat plain of detail, upholding faithful Braixen proportions… but at what cost? Her human eyes are visible too… strained, and just starting to well up with tears from everything weighing down on her, in more ways than one.

Despite all that, however… Mia’s spirit remains fully unshaken for one simple reason.

The procedure isn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

The commencement of Phase 3 is announced by even more panels opening up all across the floor, revealing a wealth of freaky looking machinery; mainly several sharp-tipped nozzles attached to tanks filled with yellow-ish goop, and a small army of thin steel rods held by both tips; but directly in front of her is a small yet extremely elaborate mechanism brandishing a multitude of needles, clamps and mini-buzzsaws!

Everything closes in on her all at once, leaving her so intimidated that she forgets her discomfort. Eyes opening wide, she shudders nervously, but also feels her excitement welling up again. Now, for real, she’s gonna be…!

She’s briskly snatched up once again without warning, and the creepy nozzles all lunge forth at once to pierce her suit! They attach in pairs to her ears, cheeks, shoulders, hands, waist, and feet, and an uncountable multitude of others all converge on the giant tail. She can’t help but squirm reflexively, starting to become overwhelmed, but then forcibly restrains her emotions. It’s going to be okay, she reminds herself…!

A chorus of strange whines begin to sound, and the nozzles all tremor slightly as they warm up and-

KSSSHHHH!!

Mia lurches, feeling like her body’s being MELTED. She then goes completely limp, her motor function completely disrupted on account of her muscles and bones underneath the latex losing their solid form. Unsurprisingly, it’s an incredibly surreal sensation, but thankfully not painful, or even uncomfortable; in fact, on the contrary, the awful pressure and pain that plagued her mere seconds ago instantly vanishes into nothingness! Seems like the gel, which was already starting to disrupt her nerves, is being induced into full action; that action being the total assimilation of her bodily functions, with particular attention to her nervous system!!

If nothing else, she still feels her heart beating furiously within her body, as if taking on an awestruck state of its own at the way everything around it is changing! A profound sense of relaxation overpowers her body, originating from those multiple symmetrical spots, and rapidly spreading to the rest of her. Not ordinary relaxation, but the sort that makes her feel like she can understand how an ice cube feels when left out in the sun, no longer seeing fit to maintain its rigid shape. Though, it’s not as though her internals are dissolving completely… they’re simply losing their solidity, no longer maintaining the feeling of a body with structural integrity. Increasingly light-headed, both from this new experience and from her mounting oxygen problems, her eyelids flutter lazily. She absently wonders if she’ll ever feel solid again…

That’s when the metal rods start to whir into position, all lining up with specific portions of her body. As she watches, a set of 4 close in on her left hand, 2 from each side, all parallel with one another. They press in and squeeze a specific spot somewhat firmly from both sides, then each pair slowly moves apart, amounting to a firm knead. Then they release the pressure, clump back together, and repeat the process ad nauseum at slightly different angles! She feels it intimately each time, a dull spot of pressure that noticeably influences the structure of her hand underneath. All her finger bones, now disparate and lacking any sense of order, seem forced to just… coalesce together, slowly forming into the singular nub that they were perhaps always meant to be. Not with any measure of pain, either… even the breakage she felt before is nowhere to be felt!

Staring intensely at the suit’s thick Brai paw, now increasingly accurate to her actual limb underneath… something intense comes upon her. Is it delirium…? No, she’s simply processing this immensely surreal and satisfying experience exactly as is natural to her: with a shameless sense of pure joy. She… she has an actual paw now. The thought assails her with what would’ve been an intense fit of giggles, if she had any functional stomach muscles to do it with. Which just leaves her growing mirth all bottled up, stuck bouncing around inside her… an experience she hopes she’s prepared to become all too intimately familiar with.

The rest of the sets of rods join in one by one, delivering intense massages all across her body as limbs hold her relatively still, and nozzles continue to pump in their unfathomable way. Multiple metal clamps also join fray in order to supplement the pushing action with focused pulls. She feels her form being manipulated bit by bit, all throughout her body, in all manner of ways! Her ribcage and neck are compressed into something slimmer. Her pelvis, by contrast, is extended to suit wider hips. Her legs are actively morphed into a much more proper digitigrade stance, and her feet are nub-ified just like her hands. Her ears, canals and all, are forcibly yanked upward and massively inflated in multiple directions. All of it, a slow march toward her new self, punctuated with sharp hisses and mechanical whirs, not to mention constant precocious protests of the latex exterior being stretched and compressed!

On top of all that, an extraordinarily powerful tingly feeling mounts around her rear, and rapidly swells into all manner of faint but unmistakeable sensations beyond the base of her tailbone… it must be the tail forming!! She can’t turn to look, but she can imagine there’s a ton of mass being pumped into the thing, which in turn is being assimilated into her body…

H-her… new body…

WHIRRRRRR-CHKK!

She’d completely forgotten about that one super scary looking device, right up until it rears up and parks itself directly in front of her face! As the rest of the machines continue shaping her bit by bit, she finds herself fully transfixed on this… thing, this lump of machinery with dozens of miniature limbs sporting razor sharp implements all pointed directly at that gaping vulpine maw.

Eventually, the thing lurches forward, and she can feel the suit’s maw being gripped, and held completely still. Then, she feels tons of pinpricks somehow burrowing past the suit’s exterior into the gel coating her maw, reaching all the way down to her actual teeth and gums underneath! She can’t see anything that’s happening, but the wealth of sensations gives her plenty to digest regardless. Especially as she feels…

H-holy moly. Her human jaw’s being stretched forward, which wouldn’t be unusual one its own given the circumstances… but she also feels everything inside her mouth being yanked, squeezed, even cut into to a far more meticulous degree than anywhere else in her body!!

All of the rest becomes a hazy blur compared to this. She soaks up every detail, the sensory equivalent of being unable to look away from a grisly yet deeply fascinating video. Unyielding forces run rampant on her mouth, not taking no for an answer. It’s a good thing her pain receptors aren’t firing, but even so it’s still a visceral and intimate feeling as each and every one of her teeth, rooted nerves intact, are forcibly morphed into sharper, neater shapes more fitting for a vulpine maw! She even faintly hears buzzsaws deep within the gel, cutting some teeth open to split them into two. That’s a bizarre feeling on much the same level as receiving a new tail! And all she can respond with is spasming eyelids, utterly enraptured in the mystifying reverie of what’s happening to her…!

Even her tongue isn’t spared, as she feels it gripped and stretched out to better fit her growing… snout. She has a snout!! Focusing on that bright pink nose in her vision, she fully registers that as her own as she hadn’t before. A Braixen face, to completely replace her old one… and she’s starting to feel it, too! It hasn’t fully taken yet, but there’s those hints of a new body shape, with new sensations to match…

On and on the hardcore surgical procedure goes for several minutes, painstakingly taking time to make sure it’s all PERFECTLY in place. Once each part is properly shaped, she feels it pressed firmly into the interior of the suit’s maw, now a perfect shape for it. There’s no more disconnect now… what’s visible on the outside is becoming true to what’s on the inside. The thrill of that fact is truly palpable.

Finally, the machine seems satisfied, and carefully extracts all of its tool from the gooey depths. It retreats fully, restoring her view of the rest of her. Nothing’s visibly changed on the outside, but on the inside…?? Focusing once again, she can truly feel a balance being attained, the feeling underneath matching what’s on the outside. It’s still dull and weird, but she can tell it’s getting close. So, so close to the finish line!

True to her feeling, the process begins to wind down. One by one, the thick nozzles detach from her body with a POP!, somehow leaving no opening behind in the latex. The rods and clamps, upon finishing up their final shaping efforts, also retreat; when it’s all said and done, there’s only the original six gripping limbs holding her in the air, everything else sinking back into the panels from whence they came. After so much chaos, a bit of downtime goes greatly appreciated… she huffs deeply, if shakily, very much appreciating how much clearer her airways are now that she’s better integrated with the suit. She stirs slightly, her body very gradually remembering how to respond to mental commands, but it’s still not quite as… solid as a body should be. She feels a mounting urge to explore her new body in all of its wonders, but… she reminds herself once again that it’s not QUITE over yet.

The four arms not holding her aloft dart off to grab a few accessories from a singular emerging panel… Phase 4, a relatively simple one. She lets herself relax, but still pays keen attention as a big bundle of pink is unfurled, and several thick rubbery bands are pried loose… then, one by one, they’re stretched out and attached to her body.

First, two pairs are clasped onto her wrists and ankles(well, they’re technically not where her ankles are anymore, but they still closely grip her hind paws!). Small metal rings stick out of each one, promising fun kinky applications to come. After those four comes a larger band around her waist, like a belt but a bit higher and more snug, to better fit with the thick bulk of “fur” already enveloping her waist. Next, what looks like two very large loops linked together is stretched out, and brought behind her… for her tail! Of course! She fully forgot about it, but she jolts harshly as she feels two loops clamping slightly on her still-alien limb; not because it hurts, but because she’s not used to feeling anything back there at all! Sh-she’ll have to get a better look at it later…

The final band is hoisted up over her head… she catches sight of the object attached to it, a small metal pendant in the shape of an infinity symbol, just before it’s lowered past her face and is snapped into place around her neck. She manages a slight shudder at the feeling, and finality, of that one in particular. She starts to feel like it’s over, then notices there’s still one more thing… a pair of cute pink glasses, with short square-ish frames covering only the bottom half. They’re placed gently on top of her snout, proving to be a perfect fit for her new face; it doesn’t look particularly like it’d stay firmly affixed, but she has faith.

With that, her ACTUAL look is complete. For all the world, the new picture of her as a latex Braixen is fully in place… but there’s still one last phase. One last step toward her permanent new life. Th-this is it…

A single MASSIVE panel opens in front of her, and out of it rises a giant steel block. With a hiss, it pries open on a side-hinge, revealing distinctly Braixen-shaped depressions on each half’s inner face, perfectly sized for her. She gazes intensely at it, almost perceiving it in her mind’s eye like a gateway to a new world… a one-sided one. Steadying her breathing one last time, she lets herself be carried toward it, and oriented to be able to slot right in.

Even in her weird state of half-sensation, she musters enough control to spread her body out, and fit each limb into its matching hole. Her super thick tail strains a bit, but thanks to a bit of force from the limbs, she feels it pop into a space made for it deep within. The steel block, the mold, is helpfully angled slightly so that she can somewhat recline into it. All that’s left for her to do now is relax and stare into the upper half of the Brai-shaped hole, absently noticing a few nozzle-like holes in the metal within its shape. She actually wasn’t told much about this step, just that she’ll feel it just fine. She’s not quite sure that means, but… she’s ready to find out!

Somewhat unceremoniously, the mold slowly swings shut, bringing the top half down upon her. It slows some more just before impact, the systems ensuring that she’s not out of place… then, it shuts with a dull clank, trapping her in a space shaped exactly like her. It’s a little freaky, but at least there’s a hole to breathe through…!

After a few seconds of ominous pure silence, she hears the machine revving up with a dull hum… then she feels the pressure grow just a touch tighter, like her little alcove shrank by 1% or so… applying perfectly uniform, gentle yet firm pressure all across her body.

That last, simple push is all it takes to trigger full assimilation.

The gel, having endured all manner of pushing, pulling and stretching along with her human body underneath, finally undergoes a profound reaction, and bonds with her flesh directly. It fills out all the empty space within the suit, shaped to precision by the outer layer it provides, and imprints that shape onto her body. She feels her nervous system being prodded, then plugged into a budding new network expanding farther outward, into every solitary corner of the shape. Then it does a similar thing to the latex itself… attaching to it, and irreversibly bonding to it, incorporating that into its new nervous system as well.

How does Mia know that’s what’s happening? It’s simple. She can FEEL it.

Maybe it’s the sensory deprivation occurring for all other senses, but somehow this feeling proves to be more intense, more intimate, than anything else she’s ever felt, today or otherwise. Spasms try and fail to overtake her, the harsh metal leaving her no choice but to lie perfectly still and take it all in. Taking in the feeling of the latex, and all the mass underneath, asserting itself as PART of her. Her new skin, her new senses. A new body through and through. New shape, new structure, new mechanics. Her mind reels, at a loss at how to even process what she’s feeling, helplessly along for the transformative ride.

In this moment, she feels herself truly, once and for all, becoming something new. Even with the same body underneath, its nature mostly unchanged save for specifics…

It’s a new Mia.

After untold time passes, a sharp, distinct DING! resounds. Then with a harsh hiss, the mold opens back up, all slow and dramatic. The sterile white surroundings greet her once again, her sense of vision ironically unchanged from before. That almost gives her the sense that things are still the same, but then…

Her eyes bug out as she detects that her locomotion has fully returned. And the moment she tries moving at all, the body that greets her bestows such profound whiplash that she jolts, then goes limp for a few more seconds just to let her mind catch up.

After a few deep breaths, the one process that she can trust to remain the same, she focuses on a single spot… her paw. Her left paw rises from its hole, and lingers there in the air in front of her, so that she can stare at it, utterly awe-struck. Fully responsive. Fully felt. Not a hand anymore, nor a limp , amorphous extension. A FULLY FUNCTIONAL PAW.

Her breaths become shaky as she slowly brings it closer, faintly starting to register the soft squeaking sound her joints are creating… then she touches it to the tip of her nose.

It hits so hard, she almost freezes up again. S-sensation in her snout. Her sharp Braixen snout. Not only that, but- she can feel her snout with her paw! And her paw with her snout!! And to top it all off, that tender creaking sound as they rub gently against one another…!

Her eyes roll upward amidst her shudders. For how small and tender a gesture it is, it instantly shatters the record for the most euphoric thing she’s felt in her life. And she knows all too well that it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

It’s a good thing the facilitators agreed to allow herself all the time she needs to get adjusted… It’s so, SO much to take in. With every moment, every discovery, every deeply intimate sensation, her heart rate kicks up more and more. Her excitement, awe, wonder, almost stupefaction, all hits a sustained fever pitch that creates a veritable dream-state for her. It’s enough to require her to remind herself over and over, that yes, this is real! This is what she is now!!! No longer a silly daydream, but a new reality.

Still lying there in the bottom half of the mold, she works her way up along the ladder of increasingly bizarre and incredible stimuli. She rubs her paws together, noting the absence of individual digits that would otherwise distract from the broader motion. She kicks her legs up, immediately noting the odd new stance, with massively elongated feet and a more naturally crooked leg shape. They’re all paws, alright…!

Digging deeper, she examines the band on one of her wrists, noting that Phase 5 has not only permanently fused it to her rubbery skin, but connected it to her nervous system as surely as everything else!! She feels it as something more firm and thick than the skin around it, but still a part of her. The metal rings are an exception though, just akin to a piercing that doesn’t actually pierce, but rather loops through an opening her body provides for it. She’s unable to do much more than prod at it with her big dumb paw, feeling a blush coming on at how helpless it feels already… but she can already sense that it wouldn’t hurt to have it tugged on really hard. In fact, she’s seen firsthand just how incredibly robust this material is at handling stretchiness! Oh, the things she could do with this…

But enough about that for now…! She focuses on her waist now, the way it’s adorned with a thick bush of dark-purple rubbery approximations of fur. She reaches for it, just looking to note how it feels to the touch… but is shocked to discover the same mutual feeling as with her snout!! Even this seemingly extraneous part of her body has been granted sensation. True to form(in more ways than one), every part of her that fit into the shape is truly part of her now. She prods at it more strongly, even more taken aback by the surreal feeling of it. She could almost imagine it’s just her waist being oddly shaped, except she can FEEL the tufts of fur moving independently of her actual waist! How remarkable…

This leads her to explore other parts like it… directly above are her light-purple shoulder tufts, for example! She crosses her paws to reach for both, now delighting in THEIR individual sensation, separate from her actual shoulders… but also in the abundance of squeaky noise that comes of rubbing her arms together so aggressively! That sure is latex alright… so smooth, so shiny, and so very noisy!! The constant stimulation that accompanies every move she makes… boy, could she get used to this!

Mia continues upward, feeling her cheek tufts… yep, not only are they the same bizarrely fascinating story, but she feels the rest of her new face responding to the tugs as well! Particularly her maw, which… mmm, something deep within compels her to save that for later, maybe sensing what lies in store for her there. Instead she notes her massive Braixen ears, with those enormous tufts that prove to be especially soft and squishy!! She discovers she can tilt and fold them just a bit, too… it’s pretty stiff, though, and can’t go super far. Still, having such a dramatic facial toggle is its own viscerally delightful thing!

Tugging on the face compels her to notice something else, too… her eyes. The one part of her that’s still recognizably human… so long as you ignore everything else around it. She tenderly prods at the skin surrounding her eyes, within the perimeter marked by the eyeholes… islands of distinctly human skin in an ocean of supposedly sterile latex. This time the feeling is shocking in the sense that it’s a strikingly mundane sensation compared to everything else; the one part of her that wasn’t contorted, assimilated, or transformed in any way. It’s like a time capsule, a singular overt reminder of what she once was, or perhaps in some sense what she still is. The body within is still technically human, after all… when you think about it, the only difference is it’s now shaped differently, and combined with a new exterior. To think being a “human” could turn out to look and feel like this… it’s something deeply gratifying to her in its own right, to where she gladly, even eagerly, welcomes this one part of her remaining the same as always.

With all that taken in, Mia thought she was ready to get up, right up until she tries it, and gets flash-banged anew by the feeling of her tail getting tugged on! R-right, it IS still stuck in that little metal pocket… but even with it tucked out of view, she’s struck anew by the way she can FEEL the thing, with its abundance of surface area, and its nature being completely foreign to any human body.

Steeling herself once again, she plants her paws on the surface of the mold, and heaves, setting about forcing her tail to stretch back through that narrow gap once more. Even though she’s lost her opposable thumbs, it’s a relief to note that she still has strength to call upon. A bizarre thing to take for granted, all things considered, but that’s just emblematic of the crazy new world she’s willingly stepped into!!

She strains, and a very deep, loud, extended squeaking sound is the response as the thick bulk slowly manages to squeeze through that tight space. As expected, the entire bulk has sensation, but like the ear tufts it’s highly squish-able, which allows it to be compressed quite significantly compared to the rest of her. It’s a truly weird feeling, but she’s increasingly growing acclimated to that sort of thing!

Finally, she feels it starting to give…! She realizes what’s coming, and tries to lessen her strength to avoid sending herself flying!

She only somewhat succeeds; as the tail fully emerges with a POP!, she finds herself thrown forward, far enough to lean upright, and almost topple forward! Fortunately, she manages to deploy her legs, planting one on the floor followed by another, forcibly stabilizing herself.

It takes a lot more effort than expected, however! Even once the runaway force is taken care of, it takes several more seconds just for her to achieve equilibrium atop her new hind paws. She waggles her fore-paws around, eventually managing to hold them still as she teeters carefully. With less surface area down below, she’s finding she needs to be more mindful about how she’s moving… and she needs to account for her bowed leg shape, too. It’s one thing to passively observe traits that offer weird new experiences, but putting them into practice, and having to engage with them continuously? That, it seems, is going to be the real gauntlet for her going forward!

Thankfully, she starts to get the hang of it eventually, maintaining enough balance to do things with her fore-paws other than scramble for balance. Now she can really appreciate how it feels to exist in this new form. She’s so much slimmer, more lithe, more… animal-like, obviously. Normally the trade-off would be less stability for more agility, but… with a thick, and frankly clumsy form like this, she finds it doubtful she’s going to be able to muster much of that either. That’s quite okay, though… it’s not like she’ll have to survive on her own, after all!

As she’s hesitantly starting to explore walking with her new form, hind-paws still quivering slightly, something catches her eye… the mirror. The same one she’s looked at already. As she makes her way closer to it, she sees a familiar form greeting her there. That latex Braixen, fully comprised of rubber, save for the area around eyes… the massive ears, the rounded paws… She’s seen it many times already, reflecting on a few minutes ago when that visage was the only thing affirming this as her form. But this time, it’s not just the look… it’s her actual form now, fully sensitive and responsive to her mental commands. In a much more real way, she can look at that cute rubbery body, and see it looking back. She can stare at that adorable shiny figure and think to herself…

That’s me. That’s my body. My PERMANENT new body.

Euphoria consumes her. She trembles, only barely staying upright, and mashes her paws into her snout. She hugs herself, massages herself, sways her form back and forth, all the while staring at her reflection, absorbing the rush of squeaky noise, and fully internalizing it all. She’s a latex Braixen! She’s been permanently transformed! This is who she is now!!

Utterly consumed by the rush, she fixates on what she can fully see now. Her tail, for instance…! She never was able to appreciate it until now, but it’s soooo big!! It’s a super bushy, smooth thing that eclipses her central body in terms of size, and dangles carefree behind her form, surprisingly helpful as a counterweight to help her stay upright. She notes the pink straps that are now bonded to it as well, really making it stand out to the eye even more than before! More than anything, just FEELING it, and being able to MOVE it of her own volition, just causes her to tremble even more!

And then, her maw…! Noting how frozen it looks, she comes to the long-overdue realization that all this time, no sound has come from her face at all other than sharp huffs. Her voice has been completely silenced, it seems. She’s used to being quiet, but… to not be able to speak at all?? As expected, that’s got her insanely flustered. Especially given that she’s been made to experience all of this, and left incapable of venting her feelings even slightly via vocalization… forcing it all to stay bottled up inside, fueling her excitement and desperation ever further. Another layer of helplessness, just like with her new hand-paws. But gods, she already knows it’s oh-so worth it.

Focusing on her maw for real, now… she’s dazzled by what she sees. Her mouth is permanently held open, like a hinge that’s been welded in place, showing off a full set of vulpine teeth, held by rubbery gums and guarded by a thick rubbery tongue. She finds that to be frozen in place just like the rest, but she can at least feel it and mess with it with her paws… and appreciate how it looks! The amount of detail and feedback involved with everything in that new gullet of hers… it’s REALLY bringing the brainrot. She’s already fantasizing about people poking around in it with actual fingers, teasing and handling her… mmph, in due time…!

She focuses on her face more broadly… a permanently cheerful face, certainly one to accurately reflect her feelings in this moment! She feels the permanent smile in her lips, too, as though a spell were forcing her to smile forever. She’s heard that smiling more can make you happier… that seems to bode well for her mood going forward!! In only subtle contrast to that, behind a cute pair of glasses that indeed seem to have adhered to her form just fine, are her pure blue eyes, blinking, staring, and twitching just as any other set of eyes would. Once again a reminder of not only her humanity, but her vitality. However stuck she is in so many ways, she’s still herself! If anything, she’s more herself than ever, in both her sense of identity, and the fact that this literally is the only her she can be now. No going back, no more regular human existence ever again.

And looking down at her collar really cements that, with that pretty little infinity symbol hanging there out front… a permanent reminder of her permanent fate. Just the way she likes it.

She steps back a bit, now just looking to take it all in at once. The new her. Mia-Brai, perhaps, or something similar. Part of her can’t fathom how she could ever get used to this, but the other part is beyond stoked to live a new life with this new, perfected little body, with constant built-in sensory heaven, and constant uniform pressure all across her body due to the simple compressive force of her latex skin… It’s so much to take in, once again. And take it in she will!!

Absently, she notices one little thing that’s been amiss this entire time… her tail. There should be something inside of it, right? There’s a small patch of “fur” sticking out of the top that she’d failed to notice before… surely that’s where it’s supposed to go?

With all-too-suspicious timing, a single metallic claw that hadn’t retreated yet closes in on her, holding a long small object of a familiar shade of light purple. Before she can think about how to react to it, it reaches out further, and plunges it directly into the conspicuous patch of fluff on her tail. It goes in deep, awakening her to the fact that there’s a deep pocket of space in that specific spot on her tail; then, revealing itself to be a “magic wand” of sorts, it starts vibrating.

Immediately she feels intense vibrations reverberating all throughout her body! Once again she struggles to stay upright as her legs quiver, and… something between them quivers even more. Sh-she hadn’t even noticed that bulge before… it must’ve replaced her previous parts, then! Either way, it’s pulsing and throbbing mightily, overwhelming her with even more overtly pleasurable sensations than before. Obviously there’s no realistic hope to achieve orgasm, but the idea of this sensation being perpetual and unyielding doesn’t bother her at all. She feels her eyes unfocusing, as her mind succumbs not only to pleasure, but to a more… primitive mindset. Just a Braixen… just a latex toy… so many thoughts rush through her head, some more depraved than others. Goshhh, she needs someone to play with her…

Thankfully, the facilitators seem to have figured out that she’s increasingly ready to get out of here. A large monitor comes down from the ceiling to deliver final diagnostics, as previously arranged. Miabrai does her best to focus on them, even as the vibrations continue to wrack her helpless body.

Her vitals and bodily functions, charted by various metrics, all seem okay… although a few processes have been eliminated entirely, due to no longer needing them with her new physiology… now there’s a profound thought. Finally, an x-ray is displayed, showcasing her new skeletal structure. It’s truly remarkable… for all the world, it looks the way a Braixen’s skeleton would look, aside from the conspicuous lack of distinct finger or toe bones, and other similar quirks. It’s yet another wonderful insight into the new her… and it really doesn’t help with her concentration, either, reminding her just how deep the entire thing goes. Especially because they’re wrapping it up with a laundry list of disclaimers and warnings about navigating life with her new body… thankfully she’s also assured that they’ll be available for reading later, so for now she’s content to skim aimlessly as desperate urges pull harder and harder.

Finally, with her procedure officially deemed an unequivocal success, the conversion chamber door opens back up with a loud whir, and a familiar voice calls to her from beyond. Mia- well, she’s already grinning, but she’d smile wider if she could, just thinking about everyone’s reactions to her new self. Creating a new life; a much cozier, more care-free life.

She has an unexpected, fleeting thought in her increasingly clouded mind… might she come to regret this after all? Not that she’s having such doubts now, just wondering if it may come up later. In response to that is an even more unexpected nugget of wisdom she’d heard before… all decisions in life have consequences. The way you live is by seizing opportunities, and being true to who you are. Or… something to that effect.

And as she takes shaky, yet increasingly determined little steps toward the door, paws already instinctively raised in a puppy-like position, she evaluates… and decides that, yes indeed, a permanent latex Braixen is quite soundly true to who she wants to be~